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Tony’s Birthday (Tony Stark x Reader)

God, the writers block on this one was real, my dudes. I couldn’t come up with anything, and then I finally had a breakthrough and no time to write. And then I wrote like 2k words in a night. So, my brain works in fantastic ways. Now that it’s finally written, please enjoy this shameless sex with plot with Tony Stark.

Warnings: There is smut in this, and I think I’m like legally obligated to warn minors about that. Remember that you choose the content you consume. There’s swearing, I’m sure. I don’t normally get through a paragraph without one. Mentions of lingerie, dresses, alcohol, and hangovers. Tony Stark, always comes with his own warning.

Word Count: 6149

Summary: After weeks of not knowing what to get Tony for his birthday, you finally come up with an idea. Spoiler alert, he loves it.

Tomorrow is your husband, Tony Stark’s, birthday. And you have no idea what to get him. He’s throwing himself a big party, or rather you and Pepper are, and you’re just having Tony foot the bill while you two plan. But what do you get a billionaire for his birthday? He has everything he could ever wish for, as he’s told you multiple times. But seriously, he doesn’t even have something on his Amazon wish list, especially since he bought Amazon a couple years back.

So that, again, begs the question. What do you get Tony; genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist that he is; for his birthday?

Well, what about you? You’ve been married a while, you’ve obviously had sex. But what if you went out and got yourself a new set of lingerie? Give Tony a surprise for his birthday, and maybe put a bow on top. Tony would love that. You thought, grabbing your purse and leaving.

At the store, you looked through many different sets, even finding ones modeled after all of the Avengers. Sets after Sam and Thor here, you and Natasha there, Bucky and Steve, Clint, even Loki! Or was that Bruce? Nope, Loki, his name was written across the ass of the panties. Oh, but there was the set modeled after Bruce, more coverage, that made sense. Oh, and there was one for each of the twins too, wow. Tony would get so jealous he’d just rip it right off of me and- nope, let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves in the middle of the store. Before moving, you saw a set for Peter too and decided not to grab it since Tony might literally kill you. That’s my son, you thought, moving it to the side. Not only has Peter become a son to Tony, he called me Mom by accident last week. You did pick up one of each of the rest though, just thinking about what Tony would do to you seeing you in them lighting a fire within you.

And then you saw the set you were looking for. Red adorned with gold, sheer lace cups with gold accents and crotchless red panties with IRON MAN written on the back in gold. He won’t even have to take it off to fuck me. He might buy this entire store just so he can- your train of thought was cut off by your phone ringing. Tony, of course.

“Hey Tone.” You said, picking up and adding the set to your basket.

“Hello, my beautiful wife.” He replied. “I was looking for you, where are you?”

“I’m just picking up some last minute things for the party tomorrow. Why, do you need me?” You asked, walking over to an open register and placing your basket down.

You could hear the smirk before he even started talking. “You’re late for our weekly lab meeting.” Of course. He means your weekly fucking in the lab while Bruce takes a convienently long lunch break after walking in on the two of you going at it 4 weeks in a row.

“I’m almost done here, and I’m not that far, I’ll be home soon.” You said, hanging up quickly.

The cashier looked at you star-struck and you were confused for a moment before you remembered that you too were an Avenger and you were married to Iron Man. “Can I have your autograph?” She asked softly, holding out a notebook filled with the signatures of the other Avengers.

“Of course, hun.” You said, taking the pen from her and signing in the last available spot. Which ironically, was next to Tony’s. That wasn’t hard, though. The man you chose to marry had a gigantic signature. “You need anybody else’s?” You asked softly.

“No thank you. You’re the last one. Do you need a bag?”

You nodded, internally facepalming at not having brought one. “Yes please. Do you need anything else or just for me to pay?”

“I can’t think of anything ma’am. Did you need anything?”

“Why don’t you and everyone that works here come to Tony’s birthday party tomorrow? Since I’m the last one to sign your little book, I assume everybody else comes in here pretty regularly.”

“Yes ma’am, they do.” She said, handing you the bag. “Mr. Stark is here about every other month.” Well that lines up with when I get surprises. You thought, smiling. “Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes always come in together, and they got quite the laugh out of the Avenger’s line of sets last time they were here. Mr. Wilson has come with them a few times, but he normally likes to come by himself. Thor and Loki have come in together more than once, but Thor really prefers to look.” You laughed at that. “Mr. Barton usually comes in alone, as do Ms. Romanoff and Dr. Banner. And the Maximoff twins have come in together before, but they usually prefer separately. It was funny the day one of them was in here and the other came in and saw them.” She told you. 

“Has Peter Parker ever been in here?” You asked, seemingly innocent.

She looked sheepish, “Just once, ma’am, and I guess he must’ve used Mr. Stark’s card since after buying his one item, he got a very angry phone call which sounded like it had something to do with safe sex and why Mr. Parker was spending Mr. Stark’s money at a lingerie shop.”

“Oh, Tony.” You sighed, turning towards the door with your bag. Before you left, you turned back. “Thank you. But I never caught your name, hun.”

“Oh, I’m Rachel Green.” She said, “Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Stark. Your husband is one of our best customers.”

You nodded, sighing again. “Yeah, I’d believe it. Thank you, Rachel. And don’t forget to come to the party tomorrow.”

“I won’t. Have a great day!”

“You too!” You told her, finally pushing the door open and walking quickly back to Stark Tower so you could hide your shopping from Tony before having your lab “meeting”.

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The next day, after a day of Avenging Paperwork (aka, filling in mission reports from the last month and filing them since you were the only one Tony let into the records room, digital or otherwise), you went up to the penthouse that you shared with Tony to find a bright red dress laying on the bed, with gold jewelry laying on your vanity.

“Mr. Stark has requested that you wear this tonight for him, Mrs. Stark.” JARVIS said. You’d been through so much with Tony and JARVIS that him speaking out of quite literally nowhere didn’t even scare you anymore.

“Why am I not even surprised, J? How long has he been picking outfits out for me now, 5 years?”

The AI spoke again, “Ever since your first party as his date, Mrs. Stark, 8 years ago now.”

“God, has it really been that long?” You asked yourself, stripping down and pulling out the Iron Man lingerie. “We’re getting old.”

“At least he let you pick your wedding dress.” JARVIS said, with a hint of humor in his robotic voice.

You laughed out loud while slipping on the dress, noting that it hugged you perfectly, had a much deeper neckline than you anticipated, and a very long slit up your right side up to your hip. “Very true J. And even though he told me that there was no limit, I still didn’t want to go too overboard.”

“He found it funny that he gave you unlimited money and you picked what was essentially the cheapest dress in the store.”

“That sounds like my husband’s sense of humour.” You said, sighing softly as you clasped the necklace behind your neck. When it came to the bracelet, however, you couldn’t get it on. When it was clasped, you couldn’t slip it on around your hand, but unclasped, you couldn’t shut it around your wrist. “Ah, fuck, Tony should know better by now to get me bracelets. I can’t ever get them on by myself.” You slipped on the extra rings Tony had left for you, knowing that you liked to wear lots of them, and put in the dangly earrings that were mini Iron Man suits.

As you were finishing up your makeup, Jarvis spoke again. “Mrs. Stark, would you like me to call someone for you to help you zip up your dress and clasp the bracelet?”

“Would you call Natasha for me, J?” You asked, starting on your hair, since the rest of your outfit was finished and ready for the party.

A moment later, there was a knock on your bedroom door. “Y/N? Are you okay? JARVIS said you needed my help.”

You opened the door. “J, you gotta stop worrying people. I’m fine, Nat. Zipper and bracelet.” You pulled her in and shut the door behind the both of you.

“My dearest apologies, Mrs. Stark. You know I never mean to worry anyone when their assistance is needed.” JARVIS told you both softly, trying to match the volume you both were speaking at, something Tony had thankfully programmed in him a long time ago.

“Okay, turn around, Y/N.” Nat told you, slowly taking in the new dress Tony had bought for you. You did, and she zipped you up. “This dress is lovely. One of Tony’s best choices in a while.”

“I’m sure he thinks it’s his birthday present, getting to spend money on me again.” You said, chuckling as you fidgeted nervously with your rings.

Natasha noticed your change in demeanour immediately. “Why are you nervous? You’re never nervous for one of Tony’s parties.” She said, clasping the bracelet around your non-dominant wrist.

“I just bought Tony’s present yesterday on a whim, and now I’m not as sure if he’ll like it.”

“What did you buy him? Can I see?”

“Um, well.. kind of.. not really.”

“Can you tell me what it is or where you got it from?”

“You know that cute little shop on 43rd that has the clerk with the notepad of Avengers’ signatures?” You asked, not making eye contact with her.

Natasha gasped softly. “You got yourself a new pair of lingerie for Tony’s birthday! Which set? Which set?” She went from shocked to excited in the blink of an eye.

“I mean, there’s that new Avengers line, y’know?” You continued nervously.

“You got the Iron Man ones?” She asked bluntly.

“I got all of them except the Spiderman ones. But I’m currently wearing the Iron Man ones.” Natasha raised an eyebrow. “Bruce isn’t the only one with a raging green monster.” You said, looking at her to gauge her reaction.

She smirked, nodding her head in agreement with your plan. “So not tonight, but at some point, you’re gonna have crazy jealous sex with Tony when he discovers you bought every set from the Avengers line except Spiderman?”

“He’s like a kid to both of us!” You started to defend yourself. “But yeah. Yup. That’s the plan.”

“He’s gonna fuck the shit out of you.” She said, laughing.

You laughed along with her, knowing from your girls nights how much the both of you enjoy having your brains fucked out of you. “And that’s exactly what we want. You ready to go?”

“I am ready if you’re ready, Mrs. Stark.” Natasha said, offering you her arm to walk down the stairs in the stilettos Tony had picked out for you, despite knowing you couldn’t walk in them. You assumed that he did it on purpose at this point, so you’d have to stay near the Avengers the whole night as a form of using him (or one of the other Avengers) for balance.

“My husband is an asshole for doing this to me with every new pair of shoes he picks out for me.” You said, stumbling down the hall even while Nat was holding you up. “And every year for his birthday, he gets me a new sparkly red dress with gold accents. The entire world knows that I belong to him, does he really need to have me in his colours?”

“You’re currently wearing his colours under the dress, on purpose, with his name across the ass of the crotchless panties.” You went to make a smart remark about how would she know when she answered the question you hadn’t yet asked. “You weren’t the only one that’s checked out the new line, hun.”

“Fair enough.” You said, just as the elevator doors opened for the both of you into the party.

Nat wrapped her arm around your waist and led you over to Tony. “Stark, I know you love Y/N, but why do you give her shoes she can’t even walk in every time that you pick them out?” She said, picking you up and placing you on the barstool in between Steve and Bucky but next to Tony.

“I like her staying over here instead of talking to the rich assholes in the room.” He said, passing you your drink of choice.

“I’m married to the richest asshole of them all.” You said, sipping at it. “And if they’re such big assholes, why do you invite them to every party you throw?”

“Because us rich assholes have to stick together, sweetheart. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

You grabbed his wrist. “I will not, birthday boy. I wasn’t done with you yet.”

“Ooh, are we starting the gifts early?” He asked, rubbing his hands together childishly.

“You’re not getting your present from me if you get yourself drunk tonight, Tone. I love you, but you’re gonna wanna remember this present.”

Tony gave you a kiss on the forehead. “I won’t touch another drop of alcohol, sweetness. If you say that I’m going to remember this, I’m going to memorize every single detail of whatever your surprise may be.” He told you, before squeezing your hand and walking away quickly.

“Loki?” You asked, leaning to see him better.

“Hold on, brother, it’s not quite late enough to be as drunk as you are. Just wait a little, and then you can have it back.” He said, pulling Thor’s flask out of his hand. “Yes, Y/N?” He asked, turning to you. 

You pulled the flask from Loki’s hand and passed it to Steve. “Don’t drink that too fast, super soldiers.” You told them before turning back to Loki. “You know a sobering spell, right?”

“I do. I should hope that I won’t need to use it tonight, but I have a sobering spell should you need it for your husband.”

“Thank you, Loki.” You said, striking up more conversations with the Avengers, even though you had seen them not even two hours ago.

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Five hours later, since Tony’s parties always ran late into the night, all of the guests had left, and it was just the Avengers back upstairs in the living room of the penthouse.

“Okay, present time?” Tony said, hopefully. 

“Hasn’t gracing you with our presence all night been enough?” Loki asked sarcastically. “Besides, what do you get the man who can buy himself whatever he wants?”

“Yeah Tony, you don’t even have an Amazon wishlist.” Clint said, spinning a drumstick.

Rhodey passed him a box. “You just have to get him something from the heart.” 

“You’re just saying that because you’ve known him since his drunk MIT days.” Bucky said, also sliding a box in Tony’s direction. 

“Oh, honey bear!” Tony exclaimed. “An AC/DC mixtape!” (“What is this, the 90’s?” was said by Peter in the background) “And their newest album!” (“They’re still releasing music?” Peter continued, more than a little drunk.”)

You stood up, “Okay, Pete. Time for bed, buddy. I’ll call May and let her know you’ll be home in the morning after breakfast.” You told him, taking him down to the room you and Tony had specifically set up for Peter for when you couldn’t pry the two of them from the lab with a Hulk. Trust me, you tried. 

Since you had taken off your stilettos hours ago, preferring to just wander around barefoot since you couldn’t sneak another pair of shoes in, it was only Peter who was stumbling down the hall, clinging onto you. When you got to his room, you realized that the only clothes in the drawers were from when this was your room, before you and Tony got together.

“Peter?” You asked softly.

He rolled his head towards you, slurring his words slightly. “Yeah, Mom?”

You smiled, looking fondly at the drunk boy you had come to see as your son. “We’ve gotta get you out of your fancy clothes, but the only clothes in here are mine. Is it okay if I go get you one of Tony’s shirts and a pair of sweatpants?”

“Of course!” He said excitedly. “I might never bring clothes to keep at the Tower if I get to wear Dad’s!” 

You chuckled softly, knowing that was exactly why he didn’t have any here yet. You’d make sure you picked some up from May when you dropped him off tomorrow. “Can you stay awake until I get back?” You asked, knowing he’d be asleep by the time you got back anyways.

“Sure I can!”

“And can you take off everything but your boxers for me, bud?”

“Mhmm!” Peter said, nodding excitedly in agreement. “I’ll start right now for you, Mom!” He started fumbling through it, but got one shoe off before you left the room, walking back upstairs to get some of Tony’s clothes for the boy to wear.

“How is he?” Natasha asked, noting your return.

You laughed. “Very drunk. And without clothes in the room we set up for him, Tone. I’m gonna steal one of your shirts and a pair of sweats for him, ‘kay?”

“Anything for that kid. Did you get him down that easily?”

“He wasn’t out when I left. But he had started taking his shoes off so I could help him into some sleep clothes.” You called from the bedroom, rummaging around in the drawers. “And I’m gonna make him drink some water, and I’ll leave pain pills on the nightstand for him. Also, how the hell did you get him drunk? He has a faster metabolism than most people, he’s fucking Spiderman!”

“That was me.” Clint said, holding a shot glass. “Spider metabolism takes about 4 shots of tequila to overcome.”

Thor added, “And he was only slightly tipsy after that! He quite enjoyed the Asgardian mead that the Captain, Sergeant, and I were drinking!”

“You gave Peter alien alcohol?!” You and Tony exclaimed at the same time.

“It didn’t affect him all that much until the 3rd shot, and by that point he had had shots of rum and whiskey in his system too.” Loki told you, gauging your reactions.

“You mixed alcohol in my kid?!?” Tony exclaimed.

You closed your eyes, feeling a headache coming on just from the sheer stupidity of the Avengers when they’re tipsy. “I’m gonna send May a text that Peter’s sleeping over. And J?” You asked.

“Yes, Mrs. Stark?”

“Will you remind whoever drops Peter off to pick up clothes for him to keep here when he sleeps over?” You asked, quickly making your way back to Peter, knowing now why he was so drunk.

“Of course, Mrs. Stark.” JARVIS said, his voice following you as you moved through the hallways.

“Mom! You’re back!” Peter said, still slurring his words but in his boxers sitting right where you left him.

You walked over to him and passed him the clothes. “I’m back, bud. And I’m so proud of you for doing what I asked. I know that must’ve been tricky in this state.”

“I couldn’t figure out the buttons on my shirt.” He admitted, throwing Tony’s Led Zeppelin shirt over his head. 

“Hey, that’s okay. It happens when you’re drunk.” You passed him a glass of water once he had the sweatpants on too. “Can you drink this for me?”

He took the glass from you and sipped at it slowly. “Sure I can.” He smiled. “This tastes better than what Mr. Barton and Mr. Thor were giving me.”

“This is better for you.” You told him, rubbing his back.

“Mom, I don’t feel so good.”

“What’s wrong?” You asked, still softly rubbing.

Peter bolted towards the bathroom. “I think I’m gonna puke!” He said, leaning over the toilet.

“J, call Tony please.” You said, kneeling beside him and rubbing his back.

Tony burst into the room, “What’s wrong?!”

“Pete feels very nauseous right now.” You explained calmly and softly, in an attempt to calm your husband.

It worked. “Oh, okay.” You stood as Tony knelt with Peter, rubbing his back and sitting quietly with him. “I know you don’t do so well with puke, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, Tone.” You told him, kissing his forehead and refilling Peter’s glass. “Get him to drink some more water, maybe it’ll flush it out of his system a little.” 

“Can you tilt your head this way for me, bud?” 

Peter lifted his head and turned it towards Tony. “Sure can, Dad.”

“Drink a little of this for me? It should help you feel better.” Tony said, heart warming at being called Dad.

“Yeah. Okay. Can you help?” Peter tilted his head back a little and Tony slowly poured some water into Peter’s mouth.

“Swallow.” He said.

While the two of them were doing that, you were grabbing a bottle of Tylenol to leave on Peter’s bedside as well as a pair of sunglasses, knowing how bright the tower feels when you’re hungover.

After Tony got Peter to brush his teeth, and drink some more water, you refilled his glass and you both tucked him into bed, kissing his forehead. “Goodnight, kiddo.” Tony said, turning off the lights.

“Goodnight, Mom. Goodnight Dad.” Peter said, snuggling deeper into the covers.

“Goodnight, bud.” You told him, shutting the door softly behind both of you.

As you and Tony walked back upstairs, he had a question for you. “So, what’s my present from you, sweetcheeks?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“I very much would.” He said, pinning you lightly to the wall.

“Back to the penthouse bedroom, Tone.” You panted out softly, his cologne overwhelming your senses after not being able to be near him much today. “Please, c’mon, private gift, Tone.”

After you said that, Tony dragged you upstairs, barely allowing you to take off your jewelry before he was sucking hickies on your neck. “Please tell me the gift is you, sweetheart.” He growled against your pulse point.

“Yeah, Tone, it’s me! The gift is me, but you don’t you dare rip this fucking dress.” You cried, tangling your fingers in his hair. Tony unzipped the back of your dress, telling JARVIS to turn on the “Do Not Disturb” protocols until at least 8AM. You hadn’t had nearly as much to drink as everyone else, so you were going to make everybody hangover breakfast and coffee.

Pulling the dress off of you, Tony threw you on the bed, and you bounced slightly towards the headboard. You turned and crawled up towards it, giving him a full view of your ass, and what was written on the lingerie. “Oh, so this is my present.” Tony said, smirking as he captured your lips in a kiss. “I get to have my name across your ass while I’m fucking you. Is that what you want, sweetheart?”

“Yes!” You yelled as he left hickies down your throat and tits. He slipped two fingers in you while marking up your torso, knowing that if you couldn’t take them yet, he’d have lots of fun opening you up to take his cock. “Oh God, Tony, please don’t stop.”

“I would never, sweetheart.” He said, sucking a mark right below your belly button. As Tony kept fingering you, he swirled his tongue quickly around your clit, working you up to the edge even quicker. Tony loved when you came before he was even inside of you.

“Oh, Tony, please- I- fuck, close, Tone!” Your brain was turning to goo, and from previous experiences, you knew Tony was going to fingerfuck you straight through your first orgasm of the night.

You were right. “Cum for me, my sweet Y/N.” He whispered softly in your ear, rubbing your clit quickly with his thumb while he was still fingering you. “Princess, just let go.”

And that was what did it. All the tension that had been building up released all at once, leading you to one of the best orgasms of your life. And Tony fingerfucked you through it, stimulating you even more and working you up to your next orgasm. When he retracted his fingers, though, you let out a small whimper, which caused Tony to chuckle and you to blink your eyes open, not knowing when you had shut them. You watched as Tony stuck his fingers covered in your cum in his mouth and licked them off.

“You taste so good for me, sweetheart. I could eat you out all goddamn day. But I won’t. You know why?” You shook your head. “I wanna fuck this pretty pussy of yours that you have all dressed up for me for my birthday. How lucky am I to have such a loving wife that knows I have everything I want?” He tapped your hips in a way that you knew meant ‘roll over’ and did so.

“What are you gonna do to me, Tone?” You asked softly. You weren’t nervous or anything, you just really liked hearing all the shit that was gonna come out of his mouth. You liked hearing how he was gonna fuck you, and he knew it. As always, he turned the dial to 11.

Pulling you up onto your knees, Tony twisted your head so you weren’t face down in the pillows. “I’m gonna hold you up like this, even though I know your legs are jelly from that orgasm, and I’m gonna fuck your pretty little pussy while staring at my name on your ass. Because you’re fucking mine, right, sweetheart?” He asked, slowly thrusting into you and burying himself to the hilt.

“Oh, God, yes! I’m all yours Tony! Just don’t stop!”

“That’s right. Nobody else’s name is on that ass of yours. Nobody else sees their name on that ass of yours. Mine.” Tony said, lightly biting the back of your shoulder.

You rested your forehead on your hands. “Don’t wan’ nobody else! Just you! Fuckin’ love you, Tony! Never loved anybody like I love you!” You said, having found enough strength to thrust your hips backwards in time with his thrusts.

“Oh, God, Y/N, sweetheart. Fuck, yes. I’m gonna cum. Can I cum inside of you, sweetheart? Don’t wanna wreck this new set of yours already.”

“Don’t wreck it! Just cum in me, Tone!” You screamed in pleasure as you felt him thrust as deep into you as he could, stopping and pulsating. The feeling of him cumming inside of you triggered your second orgasm. 

What you guessed was a few minutes later, but was actually probably just seconds, you heard Tony say, “Make a sound or move something if you can hear me, sweetheart.” You knew you had screamed your voice out, so you did your best to tap the index finger on your dominant hand. “Okay, I’m gonna pull out now, is that okay?” He asked. You tried to nod in response, but had no idea if you had actually succeeded until you felt Tony pull out. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. “God, it’s just spilling out of you. That’s so fucking hot, sweetheart. I wish you could see this.”

“Take a picture.” You croaked.

“Okay, sweetcheeks.” Tony said softly. “But after, we’re getting you into a bath and out of this lovely fucking set of lingerie. Next time I’m cumming all over your tits.” He told you, taking a picture and picking you up. JARVIS had starting running a bath at the perfect temperature, as he always did after you two had sex, and Tony carefully placed you on the toilet so you could pee, he was not letting you get a UTI.

“Happy birthday, Tone.” You whispered, snuggling back against his chest once the two of you were situated in the bath with some epsom salts.

He kissed the top of your head softly, “Thank you for making it the best birthday, sweetheart. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you responded, drifting off in the tub, not for the first time.

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The next morning, you woke up wrapped in Tony’s arms. This was very unusual since Tony was always up in the lab hours before you woke up. You actually weren’t sure if you had woken up next to Tony since your honeymoon. You rolled over and nuzzled further into his chest, wanting to enjoy this for as long as you could.

“Honey? Are you awake?” Tony’s morning voice resonated against the ear you had pressed against his chest.

“If I say yes, does that mean you’re gonna get up?” You mumbled, really just wanting to snuggle with your husband in bed.

He wrapped his arms tighter around you, “Not if you don’t want to. I like cuddling.”

Of course, since the two of you could never have a moment’s peace, JARVIS started speaking. “Mrs. Stark, you said you were going to make “hangover breakfast” for the Avengers. And they’re all in their rooms, with the blackout curtains shut, whimpering about the amount of light.”

“One morning in bed with my husband, is that too much to ask?” You asked, rolling away from Tony and sitting up.

“Apparently.” Tony said, rolling out of bed to grab clothes for you both.

“J, will you start the coffee machine?” You got up and brushed your teeth before getting dressed in the clothes Tony picked out for you and doing the rest of your morning routine. “Tony?”

He poked his head into the bathroom. “Yeah, hon?”

“Can we have tomorrow morning in bed to cuddle?” You asked, pouting slightly.

“Anything you want, sweetheart.” He kissed your cheek and wrapped his arm around your waist as you walked into the penthouse kitchen together. 

You grabbed out everybody’s individualized mugs that Tony had gotten for Christmas last year and set them all out at the table while Tony grabbed the cream and sugar so you could personalize everybody’s coffee for them. Steve took his black, it’s the way he had always drank it, and he wasn’t changing that. Bucky took his with so much cream that you were pretty sure it was actually coffee flavoured cream in the mug. Natasha’s mug had a lid so that nobody could actually see the colour of her coffee, especially since everybody assumed she took it black, but she had the homemade equivalent of a latte in that mug. Clint’s also had a lid because everybody assumed he took his like a latte, but he really drinks it black. He grew up in the circus and has 3 kids. That shit doesn’t need sugar or cream, he’s drinking it to stay alive. Tony and Bruce both drank so much coffee that theirs was essentially black by the end of the day due to refills, but they both start with a decent amount of cream and sugar so that they feel like it lasts them the whole day. Thor has a sweet tooth, that should explain everything about his coffee, sugar but no cream. Loki also has a lid, for while everyone would assume he likes black coffee, there’s a decent amount of cream in there. Wanda and Pietro both take their coffee with a bit of cream and a bit of sugar, no overboard in either direction. Sam didn’t really care, as to him, coffee is coffee, it doesn’t matter what you do to it as long as it still tastes like coffee. And Peter.. you had never seen Peter use his mug for anything but hot chocolate.

“Tone?” You asked, still fixing up Sam’s mug of coffee. “How does Peter take his coffee?”

“Oh, with- J, how does Peter take his coffee?”

“Two cream, one sugar, sir.”

You chuckled, fixing up Peter’s mug in the way JARVIS said he liked. “How did we not know that?”

“I’ve never seen him drink coffee before.” Tony said, wrapping his arms around you while you started frying up some bacon and sausage.

“Me neither. I’ve never seen him use the mug for anything other than those gourmet hot chocolates that he makes here because we can afford your fancy ass caramel.”

Tony hummed in agreement and started swaying while you were still cooking, kissing the back of your head. “Can I have a real kiss, N/N? I haven’t had one all day!” He exclaimed.

“Oh, honey. Did I forget about you this morning?” You asked, teasingly. “Are you gonna die if you don’t get a sufficient number of kisses before breakfast?”

“Yes!” He whined, teasingly. “I’m just wasting away here, can’t you see?”

You chuckled, knowing what would happen if you gave in and gave Tony a real kiss. “You know why I can’t, Tone.”

“No, N/N, you have to either kiss or tell.” He said, kissing just under your ear.

“If I give you a kiss now, you’ll turn it into a full blown make-out session and I’ll burn breakfast.” You deadpanned while flipping bacon. 

“No I won’t! You have no proof!” He said, dramatically.

You reached over and grabbed some eggs out of the fridge, some more greasy protein wouldn’t hurt a hangover. “Tony, that’s what happened last week.”

“I’m a changed man!” Tony exclaimed, pouting and sitting on the counter next to you.

“I hope you haven’t changed too much from the man who fucked my brain out last night, because I would very much like that to happen again.”

“No fucking in the kitchen, Stevie doesn’t like that language.” Bucky said, sitting in front of where you had placed his mug.

“One time!” Steve exclaimed. “And you weren’t even around when I said it, Buck!”

Bucky laughed, sipping at his coffee before raising it towards you in a silent cheers. “News travels fast, Stevie. Now sit down, drink your coffee, and shut up.”

“Alright, gentlemen, calm down. How do you like your eggs? And what do you like in them?”

As everyone trickled in, sat in front of their coffees, and gave you their breakfast orders, they slowly nursed their headaches while you and Tony shared more banter. Peter was the last one to stumble in, wearing the sunglasses you left for him, though his eyes were shut.

“Here, bud.” You said, sliding the coffee across the counter towards him. “How ya feelin’?”

“Like that time Vulture dropped part of a building on me.” He said softly, sipping the coffee you had made him before adding more cream to it. “Thanks for the coffee, Mom.”

You smiled, turning back to the stove. “No problem, kiddo. How do you like your eggs, and what do you like in them?” Receiving the last breakfast order, you started plating up some bacon and sausage, as well as the first few eggs you cooked. “J, add eggs, bacon, sausage, coffee, cream, and sugar to the grocery list, please.” You said, sliding plates to Bucky and Steve. 

“Of course, Mrs. Stark.” JARVIS said, showing the items on a list on the fridge.

“Can I have my kiss now, sweetheart?” Tony asked, pouting on the counter where you left him. 

“Oh, Tone. One kiss?” You asked.

“One kiss, I promise.”

“And I’m not going to burn breakfast?”

“One kiss, I promise.” He repeated.

You shook your head, chuckling again and sliding more plates down the island. “No kisses until there’s nothing left to burn, Tony.” You handed him a plate. “Sit and eat.”

Tony sighed as you kept passing out breakfast to everybody, not sitting yourself until Peter had his plate. “Thank you for the best birthday ever, sweetheart.” He said, giving you his puppy dog eyes.

“You’re welcome, Tone.” You told him, kissing his cheek.

“All that and I don’t even get a real kiss?” Tony complained, stabbing a sausage with a fork. 

You grabbed his cheeks and tilted them in your direction, so he was facing you, and pulled him in for a kiss. “Every birthday will be better than the last. But if you’re real good today, that wasn’t the only present I got you.”

Tony’s eyes widened with the implication. “There’s more?!”

You smirked, kissing him again. “Only if you’re good, Tone. There’s only more if you’re good.”

“Who else did you get?”

“Fuck around and find out.” You said, finally eating your own food and causing Natasha and Wanda to laugh with the implication. 

I am so sorry that it took so long for me to write this, y’all! But it’s finally done, I hope y’all enjoyed that little FRIENDS reference in there, and yeah, I really just hope you liked it.

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[sytoran]

double-edged sword | teom part i

Wanda Maximoff's marriage with her husband is not going too well. To add insult to injury, her new neighbour is pretty fuckin' hot.

──── PAIRING. sub!milf!wanda x dark!player!reader

──── CONT. established wandavision, implied unhealthy coping mechanisms, infidelity, thirsting, unresolved sexual tension, reader uses she/they pronouns

──── WORD COUNT. 1.5k

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A ray of the morning glow on her eyes takes Wanda out of her sweet slumber. Groggily rubbing at her face, Wanda’s eyes slowly adjust as she scans the room.

Viridescent eyes fall to the empty side of the bed next to her. Of course.

Vision, her husband, had been acting different lately. Private phone calls, late nights at work, leaving early in the morning. She no factual evidence to prove what smelt like infidelity, but it was definitely there and Wanda wasn’t as naive as her husband thought she was.

But well, there was only so much she could do about it.

To any outsider, it might seem like she was already living the high life: With a rich husband who worked as a banker, two sprightly kids who were essentially bundles of joy, a big house with a white picket fence...... She had nothing to complain about, right?

Turns out, that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Life was too monotone. too standard, too peaceful, too perfect. Sometimes, Wanda felt like her life was one of those sitcoms she so loved: The picture-perfect family, a portmanteau of situational comedy — But that was it, and that false idealisation of perfection was all Wanda would ever be able to actually achieve.

At the recognition of things going awry, Wanda shudders. the room suddenly wasn’t so comfortable. It was spacious, but it was empty, and it didn’t feel like home.

Home. What was home, anyway?

Was it the nights spent with Pietro and her parents, watching sitcoms and eating stale snacks? Was it her sons’ football games she went to, to cheer them on and scream her lungs out?

Well, either way, it definitely wasn’t how Vision had been treating her.

Wanda lets a soft groan fall from her lips and she stretches. As she’s about to finally get out of bed, the sound of a motorcycle revving from a distance hauls Wanda out of her train of thought.

Her ears prick up, sliding off the covers to look out of the window that had a good view of the house next door.

Wanda watches, with keen eyes, as a moving truck pulls up into the driveway. “Right, I’m getting a new neighbour,” Wanda muses, remembering how Agatha told her last Friday that the Simmons had managed to sell the house for a fair bit and then some more.

A bearded man with long blonde hair gets out of the truck, jogging over to the back to start shifting the boxes.

The brunette is about to shut her curtains and carry on with her day, when a different person pulls up into the driveway on a black motorcycle, then leaping off and kicking the stand in a swift motion. Wanda’s attention is tugged back again, her heart inexplicably thrumming a little faster than normal.

“Thanks, Thor!” the motorcyclist calls out, slapping the older man on the back. “I’ve got it from here!”

Wanda shifts closer to the window, hand gripping the windowsill. There was no explanation for why she was so enthralled by that mysterious woman, with the structured arms and glorious physique.

With a pinch of inquisitiveness, Wanda waits and watches as 'Thor' unloads the truck and drives off with a cheery wave. The tall motorcyclist is left there, face glowing the warm sun, light effortlessly reflecting off their arms.

Wanda peels her eyes from that sin-stained window, shaking her head in a means to stop being a fool. You’ve just been sexually repressed, that’s all, Wanda reasons.

She leaves to make herself a cup of hot tea, but when she’s done she finds herself going back to her bedroom window to stare at the new, hot neighbour again. This time, you’re moving the boxes, a sheen of sweat covering layers of muscle, all the yardwork being unreasonably attractive to Wanda.

“You’re married,” Wanda whispers to herself, eyes going to the wedding photo with vision. It seemed grey, compared to the burst of colours before her eyes.

Despite her chastising, Wanda’s marital state didn’t deter her from the inexplicable enthrallment towards her neighbour, however. When you reached up to stretch, and your black tank top rode up to expose an impeccably-sculpted torso, Wanda let out a shuddering breath.

Almost as if on cue, you chance upon that exact timing to look up at Wanda’s window, and her breath comes to a standstill.

There was no relieving herself from the embarrassing situation. Wanda clutches the cup of tea harder, expression frozen, knowing she must look like some kind of freak. A married lady in her late thirties thirsting over a younger woman in their early twenties?

To Wanda’s surprise and downfall of her beating heart, the motorcyclist sends her a quick wink, and as quickly goes back to unpacking and moving.

Wanda Maximoff’s heart nearly gives out.

She basically throws the curtains shut, collapsing into her bed once again with an embarrassed cry and a suspiciously pleased noise. Already, she finds herself recalling the specks of dirt over their face and arms, their grunts of exhaustion, and that sinful, rouguish, wink.

Shit, living next to someone so effortlessly irresistible was going to be a living hell.

===

Fame was a double-edged sword.

Sure, it seemed like the high life, with countless fans and ungodly amounts of money, and interviews all over the radios, and expensive liquor, and women-

It was never right.

As a basketball player, You were thrown into the unwanted limelight at a mere ten years old – With a play a little too amazing for someone yet to hit puberty, it was all set in stone. From there, you rose through the ranks, faster than the basketball world had ever seen. Match after match, record after record, victory after victory…… it was a means to an end.

A private life was non-existent, something uncalled for, for such an inspirational and famous individual. Celebrity, some might call it. Shoved on a pedestal, more like.

The darker aspects were ugly and scarred. Press interviews so stressful and questions so invading you had to do everything to not throw up there and then. Practice after practice, so grueling and body-wracking, and your head never stopped spinning, and the fans never stopped chanting.

Breakdowns turned into a means for escapism, turned into twisted coping mechanisms. No one knew.

There were……fantasies. Desires. Longing. Wrong, that’s for sure, but it helped. It feasted on you like an apex predator, urging you to tap into it.

You had to escape.

Because fame was a scythe pierced into your neck, missing your jugular vein by mere inches.

Your sweet saviour was something unorthodox, coming in the form of a humble town named Westview. A private area, tucked away and unappealing. There were hardly any residents, and they were of a generally older population.

No media, no paparazzi, no matches, no tournaments. You bought a decently comfy house in less than a month after your discovery. not to appease your public image. Just for you, in fact. Just for you and your much-needed rest.

It was the beginning of something good.

Or so you naively believed.

Remember the aforementioned coping mechanisms? Dark, and twisted little fantasies? Corrupt, and evil, and morally grey?

Well, turns out, your forbidden fruit would happen to lie in the form of your very married next-door neighbour.

===

Yes, your neighbour is hot. Like, really fuckin' hot.

That's the first thing you notice when looking up at the window of the house next door, to find that she was already looking at you.

Your neighbour looked reasonably older than you, but ethereal nonetheless. Slightly curly long brown hair pulled into a bun atop her head, stray hairs somehow impeccably framing her face, small hands gripping onto a teacup adorably.

From a distance, you weren’t graced with the vision of clarity — but from what you could see, the way her green eyes shone, flecks of gold and glimmering with light — you didn’t think your eyes had ever laid on something more breathtaking.

When you winked at her, and she blushed instantaneously while fidgeting with her hands – the desired reaction, by the way – you already knew that your new neighbour would be your latest conquest.

A slow smirk grew on your face, thanking the higher powers that lead you to Westview.

Oh, say it's wrong, to treat a pretty girl like a coping mechanism, to please one after the other, until there were none left.

Then look at me in the eyes and tell me that a pretty girl screaming your name as she falls apart in your hands isn't the best thrill in the world, to conquer and devour and make yourself her world, even if it’s for those few sacred moments.

You shrug off the intrusive thoughts, releasing a short gush of air, reminding yourself once again that you were here for a new change of pace. Your inner urges could take its toll afterwards.

It seemed like keeping those inner urges at bay would prove to be a difficult task, though.

You sigh, averting your attention back the remaining unmoved furniture.

It was going to be a long day.

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Forever (1/2)

Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warning: here there be angst.

You never should’ve let Wanda go on that mission. But Clint insisted. He said the team needed the Scarlet Witch. Wanda agreed to it and left. How you wished you had stopped her.

You got a call from Clint right before you were supposed to pick up the boys. Wanda came back in critical condition.

You drove down to the hospital at speeds that surely would’ve gotten you pulled over if it weren’t for the fact that the cops recognized you as an Avenger.

You got to the hospital to find Pietro in the waiting room, he tried to stop you.

“Let me go, Piet”

“Wanda’s find it was a minor head injury but-“ he tried to say before you ran out of his arms and right to her room.

You threw the door open to find your wife, the mother of your two boys, bandaged and bruised. She looked back at you, a warm smile plastering her lips. You threw yourself to her bedside, crying your eyes out.

“I’m so sorry” you tried to say. “I should’ve tried to stop you a little harder. I’m just glad you’re alright.”

“Thank you” your wife looks at you in confusion, “who are you?”

The color drained from your face.

“Are you on the same team as Clint?” You barely heard your wife’s question. How could she not remember you?!

“Wanda it’s me” you tried to articulate

“Oh right…you’re one of my doctors, right?”

You could feel your vision blur. It was like your whole world came crashing down.

You felt a strong pair of arms grab you and steady you.

“Bratok, who is this?” Wanda asks Pietro.

“I’m…” you try to formulate. Pietro gives you a sad smile.

“Y/N’s is your detka, Wanda” Pietro tries to explain. “We’ll give you some rest.”

Pietro guides you out of the hospital room. You practically break down. Your brother in law explains it as total amnesia. Wanda couldn’t remember the last several years. Your courtship, your marriage, even the boys, all of it was erased in her mind.

Your phone buzzes with the caller id of your neighbor and friendly witch, Agatha. You answer to hear your little three year old son, Tommy.

“Poppa? Is Momma okay?” You can hear Billy on the phone with his brother.

You regain your composure, your boys need you to be strong for them, “mommas gonna be in the hospital a little longer pal, so she’s gonna need our love big time”

“Will she get better?” Billy asks.

“Y-Yes” you say as tears form in your eyes. Pietro gives you a strong brotherly hug.

“We are Maximoffs” you state through the phone to your sons, “and family is forever”

“Family forever” the twins state through the phone.

You’d find a way to help Wanda remember. No matter how long it might take.

To Be Continued…

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Not your typical date | Wanda Maximoff | Part 2

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: After meeting Wanda's kids and you spend more and more time getting to know her and her family.

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Since that first day that you had met Billy and Tommy, you spent the weekends that the boys were with Wanda at their place. The boys loved showing you a new recipe every week and you loved to learn every recipe that they wanted to show you. Unintentionally the four of you had started your own little tradition. Billy and Tommy loved having you around, and when they found out that you loved gaming as much as you did, they loved it even more.

On the weekends and throughout the week, you spent most of your free time with Wanda. The two of you continued to get to know each other and grow closer together. To be honest, it felt like you had known Wanda for a lifetime, in the best way possible. You clicked so instantly that you couldn’t remember your life without her. Over the months you had met her friends and her brother Pietro, you loved being a part of Wanda’s life. She had also met your friends and family, everything just clicked perfectly.

You were walking around the grocery store when you saw Wanda’s name pop up on your screen. She was working today, so you hadn’t expected her call, but picked up after the second ring. “Hi baby.” You say as you pick up. “Hi love, I’m so sorry to ask you this, but I desperately need a favor.” You hear worry in her voice, “Of course, anything.” You assure her. “I just got a call from the boy’s school that they have both spiked a fever, and they need to be picked up. I can’t get away from work, I have a meeting with the big bosses today and they flew in for this meeting. After the fishing trip thing with Vision, I cannot ask him to pick them up and I was hoping that maybe you would be able to. I know it is a lot to ask.” - “Hey Wands, it’s not too much to ask, I’ve got you. Just text me the address of the school and I’ll be on my way.” You hear Wanda release a deep sigh, “Thank you so much, I’ll let the teacher know you’ll be picking them up and I’ll come right over when my meeting is done. I love you, thank you.” You smile at how much she cares for her sons. “I love you too, baby. I’ll keep you updated on the boys.”

You grab a few ingredients for chicken noodle soup, and kids medicine before heading to the register, forgetting the rest of your shopping. When you arrive at the school the boys are both looking pale sitting at the nurses station. You had planned to take them to their own house, but seeing as they were nauseous and the car ride wasn’t helping much in that department you decided to bring them to yours instead, since it was closer to the school. Once inside you led them to the guest room, you had them sit down on the bed so you could take their shoes off for them. “Mommy always gives us one of her really big shirts when we’re sick.” Tommy says with a shrill voice. “Do you have those too, y/n?” You set their shoes to the side. “Two big shirts coming up.” 

The shirts you grabbed turned out to be exactly what they meant. You helped them change since their bodies hurt too much to do it themselves. You tucked them in and said that you would be right back. In a couple of minutes you were by their side again with two cups of water and some of the medicine that you got. “Your mom said that this is the medicine you usually take at home. Here, this should make you feel better soon.” And handed each of them some. You also placed a cold washcloth on their foreheads since they were heating up again. “Okay, try to get some sleep, boys. I will be right outside if you need anything okay? And your mom will be here soon too.” 

You walked into the kitchen and texted Wanda an update on the boys and told her that you took them to your place. She was in her meeting but you knew that she would be worried about them and would check her phone the moment that she had time. After that you started on the soup so that it would be ready for when the boys woke up. 

About two hours after you tucked Billy and Tommy in you heard footsteps coming your way. “Hey guys, how are you feeling?” Neither one of them still felt nauseous, but they said that they still weren’t feeling great. You offered them some soup, they each took a few sips of the broth before saying that they were done with it. “That’s okay. Do you guys maybe want to watch a movie before your mom get’s back?” They picked out the movie that they wanted to watch and sat down on the couch on either side of you. Tommy leaned into your side so you wrapped your arm around his shoulder so he could comfortably lay against you. Billy saw his brother getting more comfortable and decided he wanted that too, so he laid down on the couch and put his head down on your lap. Your heart warmed at how comfortable the boys were with you and started the movie cuddled up with them.

You were so focussed on the movie that you missed the notifications on your phone, saying that Wanda was done with her meetings and was on her way to your place. She used the emergency key that you gave her, in case Billy and Tommy were still asleep. When she walked into the living room and saw the three of you cuddled up on the couch, all her worries left her body. On the way to your place her mind was racing, what if this was too big of a step too soon? What if the boys weren’t comfortable? What if you didn’t have the things that the boys usually wanted when they were sick? Seeing the three of you just peacefully watching a movie, and the boys were wearing some of your oversized t-shirts, she realized that the boys were comfortable with you and that you were with them as well. She walks up to the couch and kisses each of you on the forehead, as well as asking her kids how they are feeling. 

After a shower Wanda joins you in the kitchen, while the boys continue to watch the movie. “Thank you so much for today.” Wanda says as she walks up closer to you and places a kiss on her cheek. “Do you mind if they stay until the movie is done? I’ll take them home after.” - “I don’t mind them staying at all. You can all stay the night, if you want to of course. I know the boys had some good rest in the guest room earlier.” Wanda was okay with that too, she was actually quite happy that she could stay and rest after her long day. You joined the kids back on the couch and finished watching the movie cuddled up together.

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[bi-ss]

~ Ties that bind ~

Bucky x reader- arranged marriage.

Warnings - non, I don't think..

(This is a little bit of part 1, so I made write more I may not, we'll see. I'm also going to give the reader and her parents a positive relationship. idk I think it suits the best

You always knew you were to be married off. Your mother was always transparent with you about that. She always told you that you may not like the man or woman, but love was always hard to find anyway. So one day, when you were 16, you typed up an agreement and gave it to your father about if you were married off, what you wanted, you do have your mother's stubbornness after all.

*knock knock*

"Come in," hearing your father grumble, you push the dark wooden doors which you are a lot heavier than your dad and his men made it seem. You stand in the doorway for a second before your dad gets up from behind his desk. He slowly walked round, motioning for you to come in and close the door. He pulled a comfy seat out a bit before sitting on his desk. You sat out looking up at him, handing him the typed papers in your hands. He looked at the title and gave it back to you.

"Read it to me, Ladybug." You smiled at the nickname he used and has used since you were a baby. "I see your mother as prepared you for this, and I see you listened for once," he joked, knowing you never liked working or school for that matter.

"I don't want to be a housewife, can't think of anything worse," you scoffed at your remark while your dad just laughed, still smiling down at you. "But I would prefer if you read it then get back to me as I told mother I'd help her cook.. it's burrito night!" He slowly nodded at you. Reading aloud wasn't something you liked doing. Taking the papers stapled together, you got up and started walking towards the doors, dreading the embarrassment of trying to open them again, but you didn't have to. Your dad was right behind you, holding it for you like you didn't just use all the strength to pry it just a little.

That's how you life's always been, your mother, a housewife. Your mother was the most beautiful and mature woman to probably ever exist, her long vibrant curly ginger hair, her pale soft skin loaded with freckle, her forest green eyes complemented everything about her even those rosy cheeks and lips. She adored your father as much or even more as he adored her. They do say opposites attract, fitting for your parents as your father, the breadwinner. Your father was a handsome and smart man, with dark chocolate hair which your mother loved putting into pigtails, his skin is covered with tattoos front to back, up and down, his toned and tan skin barely visible, his one good eye a smokie light grey colour, is other eye was sew shut while being littered with scars. Your dad has become more careful and gentle when your mother is pregnant. It wasn't hard to see that his men liked this change to, according to your mother. An example is when the twins joined, Wanda and Pietro maximoff joined, and they were put through uni with help from the family in case they wanted an out, making sure they had a choice. They stayed by the family's side.

Now, 6 years later, you're sitting in your fathers office it hasn't changed a bit, you can't say the same about them, he was sitting on the worn-out leather chair with your mother behind him, their hair turning grey and with smile line proudly on display. You sitting at the side of the desk, not next to your dad and not next to Mrs and Mr Barnes, with their irritated son, James Barnes. The meeting was already off to a bad start when his girlfriend Sharon demanding to attend, but met with your dad saying he didn't have business with her and if that's know they did things, he'll call it off. You listened in on the conversation when your dad wasn't there, and to sum it up, Mr Barnes threatened, saying he'll disown his son and give it all to Rebecca. She's now at the bottom of the stairs being watched secretly by maids, workers, and guards. The elderly guest were very shocked at the fact they didn't even know you were there when they were giving the to toddler a reality check, which made both your parents proud and all 4 laugh about it. Before the definition of cantankerous, egocentric, and many more adjectives, you couldn't ever walk in.

. . . . .To be continued. . . .

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The Babysitter (25)

Beach House Shenanigans

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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Chapter 25- W/c 5.1k- This chapter contains 18+ Smut

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Beach House Shenanigans

Keeping to your promise to Wanda, you quickly and thoroughly coated your body in sun cream, ready to spend a length of time in the blaring heat. Your feet sank slightly into the soft sand, the small grains moving under you as you walked towards the sea where the others were. When you could feel the sand become wet, your face scrunched up a little at the weird sensation of it on the soles of your feet, swiftly making your way into the water, a sharp intake of breath leaving you as the water was a lot colder than you expected.

"Y/n's here!" Tommy shouted, swimming over to you while you slowly walked towards where he was, his arm going to your shoulders as he held onto you for support, the water not relatively deep yet.

"I am," you chuckle out at his enthusiasm, "And I'm ready to play," your tone was excited, matching his overwhelming amount of energy, another exclamatory leaving him as he gains his mother, brother, and uncle's attention. Your gaze meets Wanda's, the striking green softening when you swim with her son towards them, her lig tugging into a smile at the joyful expression on your face.

It was a lot harder than you anticipated to keep your gaze on her face, the exposed skin on display enticing you to look, her swimsuit not too revealing but leaving enough to the imagination and oh you were imagining many things. She seems to catch how your gaze drifts down to her neck, watching the water droplets slowly trickling down the slightly tanned skin, following them as they trail lower, across her collarbones, almost at her-

"Let's play a game," Billy cheers eagerly after Pietro mutters something in his ear, his eyes turning to you, mischief etched onto his face as he raises his brow at you in a knowing way. It's quickly decided from there on, Wanda going on Pietro's shoulders as the twin's take turns on yours, trying to push their mother off Pietro but not doing too well at succeeding. You chuckle when it's Billy's turn, the twin significantly less emphatic than his brother as he shyly climbs onto your shoulders, holding on with a death grip as he seems to be nervous. You hold his hands, now in the shallower water, not too shallow that if anyone fell they'd hit the floor, but not as deep as where you were swimming, Pietro having to crouch to allow Wanda to meet Billy's height.

"Come on Dorogoy," Wanda encourages, Pietro walking them closer as she softly pushes the twin on your shoulders, your body keeping you both upright. She senses his nerves and goes to grab his hands, gently playing with him that way, a timid smile on his face before he asks to come down, Tommy extremely excited to have another turn.

He practically climbs onto you to get onto your shoulders, his legs loosely pressed against you compared to Billy's secure grip, his arms already reaching for his mother, a competitive glint washing over in her eyes as Tommy tries to win. Despite being the caring and loving mother, Wanda doesn't let him win, far too competitive to do that on this occasion, Tommy's face scrunching up into concentration as he uses all his strength to try and push Wanda off Pietro's shoulders. You can tell Wanda still goes a little easy on him though, her pushes soft and careful until she decides it's time to win, her push taking you by surprise, both you and Tommy falling back into the water, a loud splash indicating the older twin's victory.

The angelic laugh of Wanda reached your ears as you reemerged to the surface, Tommy groaning in defeat, a massive smile still engraved onto his and Billy's, who was with his grandfather sat in the shallow bit, face at the fun they were having. The gentle sound you loved so much soon turned to a surprised yelp, Pietro standing up suddenly, a low and taunting chuckle escaping him as he walked further into the water.

"Don't you dare Pietro," she semi shouts, holding onto him as he shakes his shoulders, trying to knock her off balance.

"Don't what Sestra?" he says innocently, wrapping his arms around her legs and securing a grip on her.

"nay bud mudakom (Don't be an asshole)," she grits out, not wanting to be a part of whatever her brother was scheming.

Before she could utter another irritated phrase at him, he dropped down into the water, taking Wanda with him, and held her under for a bit before emerging from the water, both gasping for breath, her hand slapping him at his annoying, but amusing to you, actions.

"Cyka," She huffed out, catching her breath and pushing back the soaking strands of hair in her face, glaring down at her brother who just looked at her with a triumphant smile that soon turned mischievous again. Out of nowhere, Pietro practically threw her off his shoulders into the water, a loud, unapproving noise escaping her before she splashed into the cool sea, her appearing at the surface again with a dangerous look aimed at her brother. The look quickly softened at the sound of the twins in a fit of laughter, an amused chuckle escaping you helping calm her nerves as she swam past her brother, purposely kicking her leg out at him before coming up to you, her arms wrapping around your waist.

"He's so lucky the twin's are here," she mutters before pressing a kiss to your lips, the twins busy playing with him now, giggling about what their uncle just did, Wanda now entirely yours.

"Don't kill your brother please," you murmur softly, her arms snaking further around your waist as she pulls you closer, guiding you both towards the deeper part of the water to be alone. You have to control yourself as you feel her hands against your bare back, your eyes flickering back down to her neck as a few more drops of water trickle down her skin, glistening in the sunlight.

"My eyes are up here Detka," she teases, lifting your chin with her finger, pressing her lips against yours once more, pulling back with an indecipherable expression, her annoyance quickly fading in your presence. "What were you and Pietro up to earlier?" she asks, her hands drifting a little lower, knowing no one could see you both. You swallow nervously, her eyes peering through her lashes into your own, her eyes flickering between your lips and eyes.

"What?" you manage out, guilt written all across your face as Wanda pulls you even closer, her breasts pressed up against yours as she smirks at you, her tongue swiping over her bottom lip to wet it.

"Detka," she sighs out, purposely lowering her voice, "I know you are both up to something, so you might as well just tell me," her mouth gently bites down on your ear lobe when she finishes speaking, her lips then pressing against your neck ever so softly, before trailing across your jaw, lips then ghosting yours. "Come on Detka, be a good girl for me," she chuckles at the small, needy groan that leaves you, your eyes significantly darker at her teasing.

"Wanda," you murmur out, losing yourself in the various shades of green that were swirling with lust. "We're not-I'm not," you stutter out, unsure of how to form words at the way she was staring into your eyes, your body practically burning as her hands drift even lower, cupping your ass and pressing you against her body.

"Are you sure Dorogaya?" she rasps out and it's sinful that she's teasing you like this. "Think about it, Moya Lyubov, you don't want me to punish you again, do you?" her tone borders a mocking and condescending one, further causing arousal to pool between your legs at her dominance.

"I..." your mouth parts but no more words form, lost in thought when you focus on her fingers drawing random patterns onto the skin of your inner thighs, her smirking sultrily at you as she awaits a response, "Pietro wants me to be a distraction so he can dunk you again." The words are blurted out when Wanda's mouth hovers mere millimetres away from yours, her smirk turning into a teasing smile as you gave into her wishes, her eyebrow raising at her brother involving you in his plans.

"Oh did he now?" she mutters out, pressing a soft kiss against your lips, letting her tongue swipe your lips teasingly to earn another desperate noise before pulling back, revelling in working you up. "Such a good girl for me Detka," she praises, your cheeks instantly turning red at the husky voice, "I think you deserve something later, don't you?" The suggestiveness isn't missed by you, wild and lustful thoughts flickering through your mind at her promise.

"Yes," you sigh out and it's needy, the tone making Wanda smile as well as the way you were currently staring at her like she was the only thing in the world you needed to live.

"I thought you'd agree," she chuckles out, making you smile shyly as her hands return to your waist, actions now innocent as you bury your face at the crook of her neck, trying to keep your thoughts pure to ease the throbbing heat between your thighs. "What's wrong?" she asks teasingly, knowing full well why you were hiding your face.

"Stop it," you grumble, her hands sliding up and down your sides softly while she presses a kiss to your wet hair.

"Come on, we need to get Pietro back." You laugh against her skin, the older twins never passing up on an opportunity to mess with the other.

***

"When do you want me to distract her?" you ask while swimming up to Pietro in a hushed voice, Wanda subtly watching your movements for the signal. You swim up behind the man, forcing him to turn around and face you, his smile widening at your words.

"Now would be a good time," his tone excited, his gaze remaining on you as you push your arms out, seemingly trying to keep afloat to the man, Wanda making her way over quietly at the signal. "I think she's gotten over my earlier dunk," he snickers out, laughing to himself at his antics, an amused smile sneaking onto your face when you can see Wanda getting closer, her body slipping deeper into the water, ready to terrify her brother.

"What's the signal going to be?" you ask, his brows furrowing a little, "So you know when to come over."

"Well, you could-" A scream interrupts his words as he's pulled under the water, Wanda splashing out of the water, laughing to herself once she's let go of her brothers leg, the silver haired man glaring at his sister who swims over to you, wrapping her arms around you from behind.

"You cyka," he mutters towards you both, Wanda smirking from over your shoulder, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as he pushes back his wet hair from out of his eyes. "This starts war," he grumbles, furthering Wanda's fit of laughter, Natalya's voice interrupting the moment,

"What shenanigans are you up to?" she asks her children from the beach as they swim back, your brows raising at her pronunciation of the word. To say she butchered it would have been too kind, an endearing smile on your face though at her attempt, her accent making it difficult to say.

"Shenanigans, Mama," Wanda corrects softly, thinking back to how they would watch sitcoms in Sokovia to learn English, her mother rolling her eyes before saying something in Sokovian, shutting up the teasing comments that were about to leave Pietro's mouth, his father unable to stop his laughter at his wife's words, the twins and you looking at each other in confusion.

You catch Wanda's stare as she tries not to laugh at her mother's rambling, her playfully pinching her son's ear making him groan at her, Wanda explaining to you and the boys vaguely, "Mama said a bad word," the twins laugh at that, going to save Pietro while you simply smile at Wanda, her arm wrapping around your waist as everyone leaves the water, ready to shower and get clean for dinner, the plan being to go to the local restaurant soon.

You were currently laying on the bed, waiting for Wanda to finish showering, your fingers playing with the stray threads at the end of your shorts while you day dreamed, unaware of the ensuite door opening.

"Where did you put my stuff Detka?" she asks, your body jumping slightly at being knocked out of your pointless thoughts, your head lifting to look at her, going blank at the sight of her. 

The towel was haphazardly thrown over her body to cover herself, the top of it slowly creeping down as she tried to shuffle her arms to keep it in place, the movement causing her breasts to be pushed up, your gaze remaining on the enticing skin exposed. Your mouth merely parted, no words leaving your lips as your eyes blatantly raked over her body, unable to hide the enamoured and awed glint in them, the lust and desire soon swirling in them as you finally met her gaze.

"Stuff?" you ask, not entirely sure what was going on, your mind completely out of order at the moment. She chuckles a little at your state, walking closer to the bed, towering above your body, your eyes peering up at her, submission written across your face.

"My suitcase Detka," she explains, your cheeks blushing at the obvious answer to the question. When you don't respond, still struggling with the gay panic, she continues, "I can't exactly go to the restaurant like this Dorogaya," she smirks before adding the last part, "I'm sure you wouldn't want people staring at me." 

A wave of jealousy hit you square in the face, the thought of others gazing lustfully at her not something you would want, your mind getting its act together before getting up from the bed and retrieving her case, her quickly taking out some clothes before returning to the bathroom, winking at you playfully before shutting the door, a groan leaving you at the heat that had built between your thighs once again.

Eventually, everyone was ready to leave, the entire family soon seated in the restaurant, Billy and Tommy being entertained by you while the others talk, mainly Natalya gushing over how her children were both going to be thirty tomorrow, unable to stop herself from telling more embarrassing stories from throughout their lives. Pietro mentioned the table story, trying to bring it up, catching your attention, but it was quickly shot down by Wanda, her going up to order more drinks for the adults, dragging Pietro with her, not trusting him with you.

You were talking to Tommy when you looked up, seeing that Pietro had returned with most of the drinks balanced in his grasp somehow, a small impressed expression taking over your face before it turned to confusion, looking behind him to still see Wanda at the bar with the drinks for you and her. There was a tall man with her, his hand slicking back his brown hair while he leaned against the bar, a charming smirk engraved on his face as he spoke to Wanda, a polite smile on her face as he continued to talk to her.

Pietro caught your stare, making a teasing comment that only you could hear about being jealous, your gaze immediately flickering away from the captivating woman, dismissing his comments and focussing back on the twins. After a considerable amount of time had passed, the minute lasting a lifetime, your gaze went back to her, Wanda seemingly interested in the man's words as she laughed at something he said, jealousy coursing through you.

You ignored the feeling, knowing that Wanda wouldn't do anything to hurt you, but it still gnawed at you while she was over there, the man blatantly looking at her in a lustful way when she'd turn her face away.

Soon, she returned with the drinks, your gaze remaining on the twins as her body slid next to yours on the end of the booth seats you were in, her arm wrapping around your waist.

"I could feel you staring, Detka," she whispers teasingly in your ear, her lips softly pressing against your cheek, her arm pulling your body closer to yours, a shy smile on your face as she caught you. "I'm yours, there's no need to be jealous," she mutters gently, your shoulders shrugging against her.

"I wasn't jealous," you reply back, the twins and other family members engrossed in conversation while she hums teasingly in response, pretending to agree.

"Of course you weren't," she laughs out, going to press a kiss against your lips when Pietro and the twins make a disgusted noise, you and Wanda rolling your eyes at their immature antics.

"I was just thirsty," you say, as if it were obvious, before taking a sip of the drink she brought you, her laughing at your excuse before placing a kiss to your forehead to avoid any more disgusted noises erupting from the three childish figures.

Before you knew it, you were stuffed to the brim, your body leaning against Wanda's as you all digested the delicious food served in the restaurant, Tommy and Pietro looking as if they were about to pass out from how much they managed to eat. Billy teased his brother, the other twin groaning, complaining how his stomach felt like it was going to explode making you all laugh, Pietro muttering in agreement and refusing to move for as long as possible.

Despite their current state, the two trouble makers were the first to suggest dessert, Wanda and Natalya rolling their eyes at their children's behaviour, you smiling at Billy who was also interested in having some dessert, asking if you wanted to share something with him. You and Billy shared some ice cream, wanting something cool in the still warm air, the other adults deciding against it besides Pietro, who ordered two sugar filled treats to share with Tommy, the smaller twin definitely going to have a sugar rush soon.

As predicted, Tommy suddenly buzzed with excitement on the way back to the house, Billy the complete opposite as he tried to keep up with his brother's energy, clearly not succeeding. You knew how the boy found going out exhausting, sensing he had some sort of anxiety as he tried to stay as close as he could to you, Wanda and yourself finding the action endearing as he grew attached to you.

You helped the tired boy out of the car, Tommy jumping out before running upstairs to change into his pyjamas, wanting to join the adults on the deck for the 'adult talk' as he was still experiencing the sugar high. You smirked when you made it into the twins' room with Billy, him deciding he was going to sleep instead, Tommy seemingly starting to deflate as he slowly pulled on his shirt, fatigue suddenly kicking in. Wanda soon joined you upstairs in their room to say goodnight to Billy, watching in amusement as Tommy trudged downstairs, wrapping himself in a blanket as the air was much cooler now outside, flopping dramatically onto the chair next to his grandmother who wrapped her arm around him, her free hand holding onto her drink that was almost knocked over by the boy's actions.

You didn't even bother sitting down, instead helping the boy back upstairs into bed, telling Wanda to stay with her family while you helped him get into bed. It only took a few minutes to get the boy to brush his teeth and get into bed, his brother flat out in the other one, small, quiet snores already leaving him making you smile while tucking the other boy in.

"Goodnight Y/n," he tiredly murmurs, whispering back to him the same before silently leaving the room, making your way back to the deck to enjoy some time with Wanda.

She opened her arms and the blanket she stole from Tommy up, letting you slip in front of her body as you shared a seat, your back flush against her front as she wrapped her arms around your body from behind, your head leaning back against her shoulders as you relaxed into the embrace.

You watched with a smile on your face as Natalya moved closer to her husband, leaning her head against his shoulder as casual conversation mixed with the quiet sounds of nature nearby, the sea just about audible as small waves gently crashed over one another. Pietro seemed to be more relaxed and less mischievous now, seemingly reaching the end of his own sugar high as he relaxed into his chair, putting his feet up onto the small table nearby to get comfy.

The conversation was pleasant as the time passed, Natalya asking you about Natasha and Yelena once finding out you knew Melina, also asking how her old friend was and amazed at how small the world seemed to be. The talk then turned to your exams that were going to be soon, then your university choices, Wanda saving you as she knew you were stressing over the amount of pressure you were going to be under soon, you thanking her by squeezing your interlocked fingers under the blanket, her head resting against yours as the conversation soon moved elsewhere.

Around half an hour later, Pietro called it quits, deciding to go to bed which then inspired his parents to follow suit, you and Wanda deciding to stay out a little longer, enjoying the view of the night sky. Everyone bidded each other goodnight, Erik reminding Wanda to lock the door before coming up, leaving you and the older woman alone, your head tilting back to gaze into her eyes.

Her lips softly pressed down against yours, her hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer, a smile sneaking onto both of your faces as you parted from the innocent kiss.

"I think I promised someone something earlier," she rasps out, gazing into your eyes while a smirk replaces the pure smile, her hands slipping under your shirt, warm fingers meeting your skin.

"Oh, did you?" you sigh out, trying to act nonchalant as her nails scratch against your abdomen softly, her fingers trailing lower until they reach the end of your shorts, tracing random patterns against the exposed skin of your thighs, the blanket covering all of her movements.

"I did," she hums out, pressing a sensual kiss to your neck, a low groan escaping you when her hands inch high up your inner thighs, caressing the skin she could get to with your shorts still on. "You were such a good girl for me Detka," she purrs into your ear, a small whimper escaping you at her words, the praise causing arousal to pool between your thighs, her touch burning into your skin as her lips meet your neck to litter it in hot, open-mouthed kisses. "Always so good for me," she lets her fingers move to the button of your shorts, her fingers toying with the waistband to tease you before deftly unfastening the item, a ragged breath escaping you. "Do you want me to take care of you Detka?"

"Here?" you whisper out, tilting your head back to meet her eyes, groaning quietly at how her eyes were completely darkened with lust and desire, nothing but hunger evident across her features. You weren't sure whether you would get caught here, not wanting for anyone to catch you both.

"Don't worry Dorogaya, no ones going to see us," she whispers, easing your nerves, allowing the thrill of the situation to kick in, the heat between your thighs incessant. "Is this ok?" she murmurs softly, ensuring that you were alright with the situation, her lips still pressing against your neck in a manner that was driving you insane.

"Yes," you sigh out, her tongue licking a stripe up the column of your throat, feeling you groan at the sensation and smirking into the warm skin of your throat.

Her fingers slip back under the waistband of the fabric, pushing the item down your legs so you could part them for her, her words further causing you to throb and clench around nothing.

"That's it Detka, spread your legs for me," you groan once more at her words, doing as she asks and spreading them, her finger brushing over the wet patch of your panites, a low moan escaping you. "Fuck Detka, you're so wet," she husks out, mouth at the shell of your ear, a slightly louder moan escaping you. Her hand slides up your neck, her hand covering your mouth and guiding your head backwards to lean against her body, her eyes meeting yours. "As much as I love your pretty moans Dorogaya, we have to be quiet," she whispers, you nodding in agreement but moving your hand to keep hers pressed against your mouth, enjoying the idea of her keeping you quiet.

Her fingers go back to teasing you through the soaked fabric, her index finger circling your clit slowly through the material, your hips trying to grind against her while her hand muffles the lewd noises that escape you, your eyes admiring her as she gazes at your submissive state, dominance radiating off of her.

"I love you," she rasps out, another noise being ripped out of your throat because fuck that was hot. Normally when she'd say the words, your heart would melt a little, warmth filling you but as her fingers slid your panties down, her voice low and raspy, you couldn't stop the gush of arousal that settled between your thighs, desperate for her touch. "I love you so much," she purrs out, her fingers swiping through your folds, gathering the abundance of arousal there and coating her digits in it, slowly sliding them up and down your entrance to tease you. "I love this body so much," she moves her mouth to your ear, whispering in a sultry tone directly into your ear, your mind fogged with the thought of her.

"Please," the plea is muffled by her hand, the older woman still hearing it and smirking to herself at how needy you were for her, your hips trying to move up in search of more friction.

"I love how it reacts to my touch," she continues her torment, you groaning against her hand as she brushes the pad of her finger over your clit, your hips bucking up suddenly, emphasising her point. "How it gets so desperate for me," she moans lowly against the shell of your ear when she slides a finger inside you, the warm and wet feeling surrounding her digits so hot to her. You moan against her palm at the feeling of her long, slender digit filling you up, teasingly pulling it back out at a leisurely pace before thrusting it back in and curling it against your g-spot, Wanda being patient with you and trying to drive your body mad with her slow, deliberate pace. "How you get so desperate for me," she can feel your hand pressing against her side, holding onto her as if your life depended on it.

She lowers her mouth to kiss your neck again, her sucking gently on the skin, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to have you whimpering at the feeling of her mouth on you, another finger effortlessly sliding into your soaking core.

The feeling of her fingers stretching you, pumping into you a little faster caused pleasure to wash throughout your body, a desperate noise leaving you when she curled them both beautifully inside you, hitting a spot you didn't even know existed.

"Fuck, you like that Dekta?" she sighs out sinfully, her tone low and raspy, accent lacing her words in the best way possible and fuck you were lost in the thought of her, nothing but the feeling of her inside you floating around in your mind. "You take my fingers so well," Wanda murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before moving her mouth back to your ear, knowing how much it turns you on, taking a risk with her next words. "I can't wait to fill you up with a strap on one day."

A broken moan escapes you at her filthy words, the idea of her fucking into you flashing across your mind, clenching down hard and desperately around her fingers, back arching against her body.

"To take you from behind, have you begging me to come," she can tell how much you like the idea by the way your hips move frantically against her hand, her palm brushing your clit with each buck of your hips, driving you closer towards your powerful release. "You'd love that, wouldn't you?" she teased and its condescending but you love it, nodding against her body as her dirty talks continues, both of you enjoying this new dynamic "You want me to treat you like my little slut," A loud moan is ripped from the back of your throat, Wanda's hand only just muffling the lewd sound, her fingers mercilessly thrusting into you as she can feel you're teetering on the edge of pleasure. "Come on Detka, come all over my fingers, make a mess on them," on command, your body tenses against her, a string of moans muffled by her palm as your legs tremble against her hands, thighs closing around it as you ride out of your aftershocks, body still shaking a little at how powerful the release was, pleasure and euphoria coursing through your veins, body slumping against hers.

She carefully moves her hand, pressing her lips to yours softly, your body still trying to recover as it still trembles ever so slightly. The older woman murmurs sweet, soft words to coax you back to reality as your head rests at the crook of her neck, panting against the warm skin before pulling back, meeting her softened gaze and claiming her lips passionately but gently. Your hand cups her cheek, deepening the kiss to make it even more intimate, the moment becoming tender and slower.

"Wanda," you sigh out and it's just about audible, your eyes fluttering open as you pull back from the kiss, gazing lovingly into her eyes, the pools of green overflowing with care. You hesitate a little on your words, building up the courage to say what you've been wanting to for ages while admiring her. The moonlight gently illuminates her skin, her green eyes watching with a tenderness as her fingers caress your cheeks, her lips tugging up into a soft smile that adorns her features perfectly. "I love you," you whisper, honesty and passion lacing the words, her smile widening before she leans forwards to claim your lips.

It's soft, it's passionate, it's intimate, it's different from every other kiss you've had and it's addictive. When she pulls back, you surge forwards to claim her lips again, needing to feel them pressed against you, your body turning so that you were straddling her lap, making it easier to claim her lips over and over again. Only when air becomes necessary do you both reluctantly part, both of your chests rising and falling with ragged breaths as you lean your forehead against hers, eyes fluttering shut.

"I love you Detka," she whispers in response, a smile engraved on her face at hearing you say the words, knowing that you were ready and comfortable enough to say them, making her heart melt even more. "Say it again," she whispers playfully, a small laugh escaping you, lips pressing against her briefly.

"I love you," you murmur, her lips stretching into an even bigger smile, "I love you so much Wanda Maximoff, you're all I ever want." She presses her lips back to yours, smiling into the kiss which causes you to as well, the both of you just smiling against each other, your face moving to the crook of her neck, her arms snaking around your waist to pull you closer, savouring the soft embrace.

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𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐞𝐚 | 𝐰. 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

summary: because only you can make Wanda feel at home.

warnings (18+): smut, strap-on sex (r receiving), name-calling, spanking, daddy kink, slight breeding kink, choking, weed consumption, mental health issues. MINORS DNI.

pairing: stoner!emo!Wanda x fem!reader

word count: 5k

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In the light of Wanda Maximoff's gaze the stars did not twinkle in flashes of silver that night – but neither they did during the night before that, or even the other night before that, one colder on the skin than the other, the light slowly fading into the dull, aged silver of the big city sky. There was no sparkle in those eyes that stared at the dark sky above her head.

The noise from the street below, the cars and passers-by and that sound of life, didn't reach up there on the seventh floor – everything blended into an amalgamation just down there, a distant and reserved experience. The sky vault was vast and absconding like a black hole that swallows everything that orbits it, and the apartment was closer to the sky than to the earth. The stars were there as they always were, but each twilight was duller than the previous one.

Not that Wanda wasn't used to a kind of internal calluses, but even the unlit night sky reflected the mood of those dead eyes in a somber emerald green, which didn't see the brightness of the world around her – eyes that didn't see anything else, as in a kind of trance, a willful blindness of blurred faces.

Even if the night had been serene and peaceful, a veil of moonlight draped over the metal of the rings spread across the lengths of her fingers, there would still be no glow that could pierce the shrouded bubble around Wanda's hunched silhouette, who smoked a long, white cigarette with a yellow filter, placidly seated in a chair with withered legs made of dark and solid plastic – the apartment's balcony was as modest as a boat that can only hold two or three people, and a group of four people would not fit there even squeezed against each other, with their elbows and shoulders touching as if inside a crowded elevator.

The Bronx apartment was small, the best a couple of college students with a part-time job could afford on the lowest paycheck. For a pair of twins like that, it was almost like sharing the visceral walls of the same uterus again.

Sokovian literature accompanied her open just above her pale thighs joined together, who was only wearing light denim shorts on that tragic New York summer night, warm and dry. This one, however, was a small book in a soft cream cover, scarcely more than a hundred bound pages—a crowded metric of Cyrillic letters in uniform stanzas; poems in a language reminiscent of her native tongue, her mother's favorites. Wanda hated poems and she hated her mother as well.

But sometimes, as if in a sardonic torture, it was necessary to conjure up that ghost of the past, foreboding and restless, struggling at its core, because the shroud of monotony was too much in the bosom of the newfound adult life in the big city, so far from home as Wanda was. She had gone to study, away from war and famine and her mother – but poverty has to be a constant specter in a young immigrant's life, like a hidden tumor, sucking little by little.

Sometimes homesickness visited her at night, when the world was too much to bear outside her comfort zone. And then came the urge, the chest pulsing hard, crackling under her skin, seeking refuge in the idea of that creature who primarily should offer her some kind of comfort, however Wanda did not actually taste that source of support as primigenous as Pietro Maximoff, her twin brother, had done, drinking it straight from the fountain.

Pietro was sweet, a good boy and a fine son, but their mother hated her as much as only a mother can love a daughter. And Wanda loved her as much as a daughter can hate a mother.

And so she read, traced with the tip of her peeling black-painted fingernail each line of that little set of Sokovian poems, looking for comfort where she thought she could find it in those withered lines. But it didn't do any good, not when Wanda hated poems, thought they were boring and pointless. And even the cigarettes didn't help her enjoy them with an active air of a condemned intellectual, despite the fact that she loved the sweet, harsh death that smoked down her throat, quieting her since the beginning of the immature nerves of adolescence.

But it wasn't the infuriating poems or the countless cigarette butts pressed against the hollow bottom of a metal ashtray one after the other like a handful of unlit candles stuffed into the top of a birthday cake, or the memory of a monotone childhood in the Sokovian province that would fill the void in her chest, and that Wanda had always known.

Poems were boring, cigarettes were rotting her insides, and from the bosom of youth she'd yearned to pack up her things and leave Sokovia behind for good, without a kiss or a goodbye. But the dream died still in the womb – there was, far from home, a certain depressing monotony, so different from the monotony of living a life in a place where you don't want to be, imbued in the action that was occasionally crossed by long sleepless nights, in the company of stress and intrusive thoughts.

She didn't feel at home in New York, but Sokovia had never been her home either. But finding a certain degree of depressed boredom within her dream seemed worse to Wanda than the monotony of living in a house where everything looked the same. There was something wistful for her to discover that everything she'd ever wanted could be just as depressing.

There was just something wrong, something wrong with her spirits, like a piece of a jigsaw puzzle that didn't quite fit together. Maybe the world didn't spin for her the way it did for others. Maybe she just expected too much from a world that always offered so little.

“Are you smoking on the balcony again, Wanda?”

The voice came rumbling from within the walls of the small apartment, from the back of her head – a high, masculine tone and charged with that hard-talking rhythm of south-eastern European accent still limiting the pronunciation of the English words, sanding them harshly, as in a solid chant.

“I am,” was her reply, the dull tone of a corpse still harboring a soul that struggles to shed its shell, her accent sounding just as strong as his, “I kind of needed this right now.”

“Dude, you know you need to stop doing it.”

Towards Wanda then, from the profuse darkness of a living room with lights out and gushing dimness that swallowed the hand-me-down furniture placed there, the figure of a young boy halfway to finish performing the thrusting motion his elbow into the right hole of a dark blue denim jacket, new and clean, freshly pressed and still smelling of lavender fabric softener.

Wanda looked at him with emerald irises tired by poetry, from under her long lepidopterous lashes laden with smoke – Pietro, tall and strong, had tresses of his poorly bleached hair cut short, a mane of unruly hair soft to the touch, and a beard with wisps of unmade dark threads carpeting his square jaw and around his thin lips. There was something herculean about the boy; he had always been something of an athletic, if even dour, type, a hit with the young ladies their age, the twins. The Fast Jock and the Weird Girl.

“You smoke all the time too, don't be a hypocrite now, Piet. Isn’t fair.”

“It's not because of that,” snapped her twin brother in bad manner, creasing a patch of fur between his bushy brows, then adjusting the cut of the jacket to his broad shoulders as he grabbed her by the lapels in his big hands, pulling the garment forward.

Although not so close to her brother, separated by the distance of an outstretched arm, Wanda was quite capable of distinguishing the aroma of woody cologne and fresh and striking deodorant, like a walk through the men's cosmetics section in a corner pharmacy.

“The neighbors will complain about the smell again and you know we don't have the money to pay another fine. Miss Harkness will be the first to complain, you know she always does. I'm not going to pay anything now, I don't have a penny left in my pocket. You'll have to manage to pay that fine if she complains again. And you’re the one doing the talking this time, not me.”

“Miss Harkness hates me,” Jadish eyes rolled in their sockets, a twirl of scorn, “She will complain about me every chance she gets.”

“Just put this shit off, c’mon.”

“No.”

“Wanda.”

But Wanda yielded to the stern blue gaze of her older twin brother, and with a single flick of her right wrist, she pressed the burning end of her cigarette against the bottom of a red tin ashtray placed just above the small table next to her, imagining that that piece of metal blurred by ember ash and toasted smoke was the pointed face of the middle-aged landlady, owner of profuse brown locks and a big pearly smile, who was always carrying in her arm a white rabbit, old and fat, almost similar to a puffy domestic cat.

“Okay, are you happy now?”

“My pocket certainly is, yeah,” the boy with the unnaturally pale hair muttered under his breath, before turning on heels shoved in white sneakers and turning his back on his sister, sitting in the high chair on the balcony.

“And why is this house so dark, eh? Turn on some lights every now and then, Wanda. We’re not animals living in a cave. This looks like one of those vampire movies... you're in your vampire phase again, is that it?”

The single lamp on the ceiling of the room had been turned on by Pietro's indicator pushing the plastic switch up, a beam of pearly white light coming from inside the house, passing through the tall sliding glass doors and bothering Wanda's irises, acclimated to the darkness of a dull night, in a corrosive ardor that incited her to squint her eyelids and crease her brow like a nocturnal animal exposed to the artificial light of a car lantern on the road, hiding her face behind a curtain of thick long, dark hair in a back-necked motion.

Then Wanda, her pale face exposed to the plastic light of the ceiling lamp, suddenly became aware of her brother's state – the newly acquired jacket still smelling of the clothing store, the sneakers clean with soapy water, the collar of the shirt all perfumed and his hair well combed, the ends of his beard well trimmed, he all spotless and smelling good. And a crease of curiosity crept between her dark brows, because Pietro's usual state consisted of basketball shorts and an alternation or two between a pair of baggy shirts that he didn't wash all that often.

“Why are you so dressed up like that? That jacket is new,” she got to her feet then, the soles of her bare dusty feet hitting the cold balcony floor before stepping onto the warm floorboards inside the house, “Are you going to some job interview or something?”

“Job interview on a Saturday night, сестричко? Pff, yeah, I'm going out with a girl. You know, like actual normal people do on their free weekends.”

Pietro looked at her with a mischievous little smile broken at the corner of his thin lips, calling her “little sister” in his native language as he always did when he was purposely teasing her, treating her like a little girl, a silly girl and so ignorant of the lives of adults they should have at the end of that time in life, in a youth encapsulated in the advent of adulthood, which in all its layer of social shyness could never have considered the fact that the brother was going on a date.

And Wanda's brows furrowed for a bit, a thin squeegee of embarrassing embarrassment tugging at the pit of her stomach, her ego vaguely insulted by that childishness insinuated by Pietro – because indeed it was Saturday night, a hot and sultry night of summer in the Big Apple, and the young twin had organized no program for herself but reading pages of Sokovian poetry until her brain became an overworked illiterate while she smoked the ashes of her meager existence, interspersing the two actions between sips here and there of red tea that would eventually cool down and spill all over into her cup. College life hadn't been as kind to Wanda as it had been to Pietro, after all.

“But,” she muttered in a tight voice, brows still pinched together, “But I thought today we were going to—”

“Man, to tell you the truth I'm already well short of time,” the guy then pressed the pad of his right thumb against the side of the cell phone he fished out of the back pocket of his dark jeans, unlocking the device's screen in a flash of white glow next to his apollonian nose, which kind of hinted at the structure of her own.

“Damn it, it's almost half past eight – Monica will kill me if I'm late again. Just... you don't have to wait up for me, right Wanda? If anything, just give me a call,” and Wanda followed him with her eyes, her mouth still half open in a dead sentence, when Pietro's right fingers closed around the tin handle of the front door.

“Побачимось.”

And so Pietro was gone, the door closing with a metallic click behind him without the real expectation of a not really necessary answer from his sister, the parting word already echoing from the corridor outside. He never expected a comeback, it's true. And once again Wanda found herself alone, prostrate like a dead plant in a red clay pot in the heart of that apartment with its withered bare walls and warm floor, sulky and damp during the sticky seasons of heat and cold and bitter in the seasonal blows of winter.

Before the height of her stomach, her right fingers fit into the crooks of her left fingers, her fingertips fidgeting with the handful of silver rings dotted there, twirling them, pressing and pulling them around the spans of her fingers. The dark nail polish on her thumbnail was scratched, but she didn't care about it that much.

Pietro didn't come back for something he hadn't forgotten, but Wanda continued to stand at the door like the most faithful of dogs, as if he were going to open the door and say he'd changed his mind, opting for an evening washed down with salty buckets of popcorn and classic American sitcom along with his little sister's company. But there wasn't that. Nothing happened minutes later. From the kitchen faucet, dripping water trickled into the aluminum sink at a broken, faintly vertiginous rhythm. A fly tinkled its little fluttering wings around the lamp above her head of dark hair.

And then isolation took hold in Wanda who caged the oxygen inside her lungs, as if that house and its walls were nothing more than a bulwark that segregated her from the outside world to that door through which her brother had left her, as if the small apartment in the Bronx was her own cocoon of the social, an abode that harbored a being unworthy of sunlight, a being similar to her.

Wanda found herself trapped in a dilemma as much as she was trapped inside her own home, her body and her mind. She was tired of being hemmed in by the ceiling and floor of the apartment, and she could no longer bear the thought that with Pietro far away, as far away as he was now, being the social animal he always was, Wanda would have to be haunted by the company itself.

Without him there was just her, alone and aimless, like a shipwrecked man floating on an old, swollen piece of wood in a vast ocean where sky and sea met on the horizon, no sign of life nearby, the water so deep and dismal that you couldn't see the sand at the bottom. Just her, floating alone in the dark.

And, together from the pillars of their maternal womb, that primary cradle shared between the two twin children, Wanda did not feel that in fact she had been born to be just her, to live a life as reclusive as the experiences of today's hermit that were available before her, and despite her assertion to her brother that solitude was good for her reclusive spirit, the caliber of her involuntary anthropophobia gave an anxious squeeze to the core of young Wanda Maximoff's chest.

Solitude pleased her, but she only evoked a profuse disgust at the idea of loneliness, of isolation. Wanda feared being alone with her own thoughts.

“Fuck it.” Her peach lips curled into a long thin, taut line.

With the fingers of her right hand, Wanda searched for something in the pocket of her thin burgundy knit jacket, her black nails cut short, then slipping lightly over the half-dented pack of cigarettes also placed inside to, finally, hook against the material of her phone with which cigarettes shared space inside the cut in her pocket. She picked up the device with a certainty born of the anxious restlessness that gushed in the walls of her pharynx.

Wanda then reached for it with a movement of her elbow, bringing her phone close to the round tip of her button nose, unlocking the device's screen with the help of her right thumb. And, without hesitating to dive into that cluster of digital apps, she did what she had to do – what everything in that pitifully withdrawn situation in which she found herself in her own social exile compelled her to do, the digits of her fingers pressing the glass screen, typing on the digital keyboard.

hey can you come over?

piet is out

And then, after a second or two, a new message typed by her quick fingers flashed.

i don't wanna be alone tonight

The emerald eyes, profuse and dull in their clear irises, screwed up in anticipation of the answer like a faithful waiting for a sign from their god, staring at that little speech bubble as long as she could.

The folds of Wanda's fingers pressed against the edges of the poor phone, the loops of her rings scraping against the dark plastic. Just waiting, anticipating, fingers curled, anxiety bubbling in scarlet bubbles inside her stomach. And then, a prompt response popped up in the chat shared with that other number.

Of course I can go.

I'll be there soon, Wands .

She took a long, deep gulp of oxygen that rushed in and inflated her lungs in a refreshing release, excarcerating it right away. The muscles in both her shoulders softened into the red hooded jacket she wore – there would be no more loneliness to swallow or tears to shed. Soon you would be there for her. And it only took an interval of fifteen minutes for Wanda to open inwards the door that Pietro had closed behind him twenty-five minutes before, with a hard movement of her right elbow taut against her ribs.

That was how her gaze moved in midair so that, in such a way, it clung to your expectant eyes, which intuitively sought her greenish irises as soon as the door was opened to the inside of the apartment – and there you were, you, standing in front of her door, standing in the long, deserted hallway, staring in mutual care at Wanda's grim-faced face; the chiseled arch of her brows, the delicate lines of her button nose, the well-defined arch of her mouth and high cheekbones.

Opening the door at that moment was like opening the way for all loneliness to go away, because then you were there, there for her.

“Hey,” your lips curled into a chaste smile, “Hey, Wands.”

“Thank you.”

And then, desperate, tormented by a ghostly worry, Wanda, speechless from any verbal response to her affable greeting, walked towards you with a long-winded expression on her pretty, lightly made-up, cigarette-scented face, wanting nothing more than her girl in her own arms.

And she cupped both sides of your face between the warm palms of her hands, bringing her lips to you which she padded with her own mouth in a necessary clash, feeling you uplifted against her body, overwhelmed with her own miseries, just trying to feel nothing but you.

Your lips collided then, her hands holding you close, her rings feeling like little cool spots on the skin of your cheeks, such a disparate awareness of Wanda's warm, caring touch. There would be no better touch in the world for you than the one that displayed all the affection you knew Wanda had for you – a symbolic pair of hands on your cheeks, not only to feel you, but also to hold you and worship her. To prove she knew you were there for her like no one else would be.

“Thank you.”

Wanda muttered in a breath of hot air brushing against the pulps of your lips, still feeling the ghost of your warm lips against hers, a delicious tingle running across her tongue, tasting of ecstasy – lids closed, your foreheads touching almost shyly.

“Thank you, Y/n.”

“I'm here now, Wanda. I am here for you.”

Her warm fingers caressed the skin of your cheeks, instilling a placid serenity in her body. Short nails, coated in black nail polish, traced invisible lines across your cheekbones. Wanda reeked of melancholy and fear like the back of Marlboro cigarettes. And she kissed you once more, and then again and again, interspersing the kisses between little whispers of thanks, declarations for the void to hear. She continued until the automatic lights in the hallway went out.

ᗢ

Puddles of fabric were the pieces of clothing abandoned on the bare wooden floor like helpless stray animals. When Wanda looked up, the movement was conducive to her becoming aware of the erratic pattern where one fold of wallpaper stuck to another on the wall in front of her. It was a rather threadbare wallpaper, derived in the most accurate sense of the word from a faded red wine red that had been there before she moved into that apartment. Her orientation perspective was choked and restrained at that point – her fingertips seemed to enjoy the feel of warm flesh pressed against them, soft and firm at the same time.

Even though her vision was clouded, splattered on her lepidopterous eyelashes by drowsy droplets of a soft intoxication, she saw herself, as if able to smile to herself, lightheaded, her eyes dark green like moss – she was high because you had smoked a joint together some time ago, on the balcony (your elbows brushing and she looking at your glow under the starry sky, because no star would shine brighter than the twinkle inside your irises when Wanda looked at you, hiding the world around you two behind a foggy layer of smoke).

A thick bead of sweat formed above her temple, in her dark hairline, pouring down the length of her pale face until it dripped from her chin, just past the sharp bulge of her left cheekbone. A drop that landed on the arched back below her.

“F–fuck, daddy! Daddy!”

A high-pitched sound vibrated through the room's four red walls—the crack of a slap delivered against your skin, a smack that Wanda made sure to mark on your bottom in euphoric readiness, her fingers in pink welts on your skin, because something in her always delighted to press the bruises with which she bestowed you, ever making your flesh her possession. She loved to mark you, to make your body her perfect picture, the masterpiece of those hands that yearned for her warm skin.

“You're a fucking bitch,” she snorted in a hint of a harsh accent, “My bitch. My favorite bitch.”

“Daddy's favorite,” you repeated in a voice choked with weed and pleasure, and an electric shiver runs down Wanda's spine.

The shudder cost her a break in her rhythm and roughness and rhythm, that long scarlet silicone strap sliding to reach inside the wet folds of your pussy, but you didn't realize it, not how she did it – after all, your face plunged into the pillowcase that emanated the sweet aroma of Wanda's shampoo, the folds of your fingers hooking on the sheets that reeked of her woody perfume, as if submerging in a red mist that she referred to so much, you wouldn't have noticed that her hips wobbled once.

It was like being swallowed by her everywhere, and so you screamed, howled like a bitch in heat – and Wanda appreciated how loud you could be. Claiming her name, how good she, only she, was able to make you feel, and that you were close. Definitely close. In muffled pleas begging daddy to go faster and stronger, deeper and harder towards your womb – and behind the strap she felt her own clit every time the tip of the toy thrust into your cervix.

An indecency was arranged in your closed eyelashes when Wanda looked at you from behind, both of you being without any clothing to cover the length of your bodies as you were, as naked as the day you were born as she fucked you from behind. And at that moment, a welcoming warmth radiated from your broad-shouldered body, and for Wanda, it was like seeing herself integrated into a puddle of torrid sunlight, fulfilling her need to have you close; her arms wrapped around you from behind, her bare breasts pressed against the pale skin of your back, her feeling you there, belonging to her, moving with her.

“Daddy– please! Please wanna cum– I wanna–”

Entranced in a flash of wild desire, feeling Wanda's deft hand move across the skin of your abdomen, being smoothed by the eager digits of her left hand's clever fingers wandering southward down your body, into your tasteless hips, your mouth throbbed lewdly.

“Daddy!”

Her face was hidden in the contour of your neck, in the shoulder joint sprinkled with sloppy bruises, so that Wanda would be able to nibble, from there, a fresh patch of warm skin, easing the burning and tingling that came from the act with the tip of her tongue; her greedy nose tangled in a few profuse locks of your sweaty hair.

Your throat flexed, spilling out a breathy needy moan that pulsed against the line of your teeth. In sync your bodies moved on top of the mattress of her bed, back and forth.

“I wanna come on you,” she gasped, “I wanna mark you as mine. I'll paint your fucking womb white with my load, baby. I’ll break you until no one can use you but me. You're my fuck hole – mine, mine, and nobody else's.”

“Y– yours! I’m yours, daddy, yours!” But there was a hitch in your speech, words squeezing into your throat when Wanda's five right fingers closed against the outline of your neck, screwing into your skin like a thick rope. Saliva seeped from the corner of your lips, down into your chin.

 The roar that bloomed through a crack in her lips had been a husky murmur. As her right hand was busy squeezing your neck, her left was busy plucking the pulsing nerve between your legs—so needy, an urgency growing in your bones and flesh, yearning for the ardor of her figure. Wanda, who unfolded to you with such care and mastery, her inhuman touch burning over your skin.

Her fingertips brushed your fine wet, rough pubic hair, and Wanda took a deep breath, her chest rising heavily and falling lightly, snorting a breath of warm air against the hollow of your ear—the scorching skin of her torso girding itself against your spine, who saw yourself as being able to feel the two swollen nipples pressed against your stinging shoulder blades, her thick her cock still straining your insides in a continuous, harsh back-and-forth.

“Fuck,” her tongue flicked against the roof of her mouth, followed by a curse in her native language, “You are mine, Y/n, you’ll always be mine. Mine. No one else is going to have you but me, fuck, I– I'll make sure of it, I, I'll come on you. I'm going to stuff you so everyone knows you're my bitch walking around with my cum leaking out of you.”

Your ecstasy compelled you to choke on a groan coiled in your throat, and at Wanda's speech you rolled your hips back, fucking yourself in her cock, begging for more, as debilitating when against something as simple as a touch, a simple touch of ethereal fingers, despite the strap that widened you from the inside. Wanda was the only one capable of tearing your brittle body to pieces if she wanted to, and even the vaguest idea made her blood boil in her veins.

“W-Wanna cum,” was a moan from you, your brows meeting furrowed across your peach flushed face; you sounded a little dizzy in your rambling speech, pressing your fingers against the sheet.

“Wanna cum around daddy's cock, wanna–”

“Fuck, I'm gonna come inside your greedy little cunt, gonna– fuck, Y/n!”

Before her you came in a rush of nasal groaning – harsh and confused. Screaming for Wanda, pressing your ass against her hips, shaking. But she buried herself back in you one or two more times before she did it on her own – your walls quivering and tight, familiar and pleasant enough before Wanda plunged her orgasm inside you. And in such a way that she did it, as if just being inside you was what was needed to untie the knot at her primordial apex, then a hand below her navel.

“I'm fucking coming inside you!”

She couldn't actually do it, not the way she really wanted to, but it was enough to feel that familiar tightening in the pit of her stomach when she was there, in that position, that characteristic sting of orgasm digging in her belly. Wanda withdrew from you, your glittering liquid glistening around the strap that the dark harness fastened to her waist, and, with her head seeming to weigh more than the rest of her body, Wanda toppled forward, landing on the slats bed next to you panting, in which the chest rose and fell with an impressive weight.

“Fuck… fuck.”

Her lids squint over the heavy gaze, the world dimming for a second, awareness slipping away. Eyes closed, the room immersed in a puddle of accentuated silence. Then a minute passed. And two and three. There was a click of the spark wheel of a lighter rolling against the stone, gas coming out and paper burning. Wanda's nostrils were filled with a hissing odor of burning grass, smoke reaching her. Her eyelids fluttered open.

With your spine leaning against the wallpaper behind the bed, you, sitting there, were lost in the red – the remnants of the summit ascended in a moment of pleasure smeared the inner sides of your thighs, like a ghost of what was once the climax of the carnal act in which they were so vividly engaged. Swallowing a lit joint between your fingers, Wanda never found you as beautiful as she did at that moment, high and fucked, light for the orgasm and the weed.

“You… are really mine, aren't you?” she asked in a grim voice thread, that accent rolling between the words she alluded to.

You looked at her, “Of course I'm yours. Just as you are mine, silly.”

She just looked at you, silent as she could be.

“Give me a hit,” one hand reached out, reaching for what you held. To disconnect from the world and just feel you.

But, holding the rolled cigarette between the extension of your fingers, Wanda realized that an idea took place behind your empty eyes. You then pressed the commission of your lips around the joint, inhaling that dense smoke to the core of your lungs before, then, reclining your face in front of Wanda, who was still lying down.

The ends of your hair grazed her left nipple as your wet lips met, and you let the smoke trapped in your lungs slip into her open mouth before finally kissing her, her tongue slipping between your teeth, her left fingers tangling in the hair above the nape of your neck, holding you close. When you broke apart, Wanda blinked in ecstasy – your noses were almost touching again.

“You're not going to leave me, are you?” was a sigh against your lips, “You won't abandon me, Y/n.”

“I won't,” you smiled, “Because I love you, Wands. I love you. You know I'll always come when you call.”

And then Wanda looked at you. She looked at you as if it were the first time she had seen you in her life – as if she were discovering you again, understanding you once more, realizing that with you there was no loneliness. In the same way she did every time you surprised her. Wanda understood that as long as she had you, you to indulge her, you to love her, there would be no homesickness left to feel.

“I love you too,” she whispered, “I love you too, Y/n.”

She knew she loved you, in that moment, because she didn't belong in New York or Sokovia - in that moment, she just belonged in your arms.

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[gingiesworld]

Reunited

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings : Zombie Apocalypse. Death. Violence

Taglist: @ginnsbaker @gb12d @lifespectator @imaginationeuphoria @louxbloom @mfd-101

18+ MINORS DNI

Now

Y/N remained on the lookout of the camp, ready to ring the bell if any walkers stumbled across the small amount of survivors that had resided their. Their rifle remained readily within their grasp as they continued to look out through the darkness, listening for any sounds that would mean they could indeed be in danger.

They fingers played with the necklace they wore around their neck, remembering the birthday they had recieved it from their wife and sons.

Then

Y/N woke groggily to the sound of the bedroom door bursting open, the twins bounced on the bed excitedly as Wanda walked in with a tray full of pancakes. Enough for the four of them to sit and eat breakfast together, like they always would.

"Happy birthday baby." Wanda told them sweetly as the twins started to wolf their breakfast down.

"Thank you my love." They whispered as they kissed her lips tenderly before they all started to eat. Listening as the twins came up with a plan for Y/N's birthday, of course it was to be spent at the amusement park which Y/N didn't mind at all. In fact, they preferred to spend as much time as they could with their family.

"I got you something, well the twins also helped with picking it out." Wanda told them as she reached into her pocket, taking out a velvet box and handing it to them. Y/N beamed as they saw the Jedi emblem on the silver pendant.

"I love it. Thank you." They smiled as Wanda helped them put it on before ushering the boys from the bedroom so Y/N could get themselves ready to spend the day with their family.

Now

"It seems quiet tonight." Bruce spoke up as he approached Y/N on the lookout.

"Yeah." Y/N whispered, not taking their eyes away from their surroundings. "But that doesn't mean it is a good thing."

"I know you miss Wanda." Bruce told them as they just hummed. "But it has been years Y/N, maybe they're."

"Don't you dare say it!" Y/N growled as they turned to face their friend. "Do you know over the years I have looked for them, even among the undead. Hoping to see them either way, maybe put them out of their misery and maybe give them the burial they deserve."

"I know." He patted their shoulder.

"No, you don't know Bruce." They told him. "Natasha is here, along with Tony and that kid Peter. You have your family." They looked back out at the horizon. "I just want to be with my family and I will not rest until I know what had happened to them."

Even as the days wore on, not that anyone was really keeping score. They had struggled with the supplies, needing to go into a nearby village to find some food and other supplies.

"It's dangerous." Peter spoke up as everyone hummed.

"But if we don't do this, we will die of starvation kid." Y/N told him. "So, Nat and I will head out and get what we can."

"Just be careful." Bruce spoke up as both Nat and Y/N grabbed their weapons and threw the empty duffel bags over their shoulders.

The two walked through the woods, remembering the way towards the village as they listened to their surroundings. Nat always observed how Y/N was closed off, especially when either couple shown affection to their partners.

"You were married right." She stated as Y/N nodded. "What happened to her?"

"I don't know." They answered her honestly. "We were split up, the kids went with her and I just. I wonder what happened to them."

Then

As they heard a siren blaring through the town, Y/N and Wanda jumped up and grabbed their clothes. Running straigh towards the twins room and grabbing the two. As Wanda helped them get ready, Y/N filled their backpacks with the essentials.

They all froze as they heard screaming, all jumping as they heard their front door open and slam shut. Heavy footsteps headed up the stairs and the twins door opened to reveal a worried Pietro and Monica.

"Come on." He told them all. "We have to go now."

The four of them followed Pietro and Monica to their car, that was when Billy turned back to the house, Y/N chasing behind him as the others screamed after the two of them.

"Mr Sniffles, I can't sleep without him." Billy whined as Pietro was right behind them.

"I'll get him for you." Y/N told him as Pietro grabbed Billy, taking him to the car. Wanda yelled as she watched Y/N run back inside, Monica keeping her from following them inside. Y/N searched Billy's room for a couple of moments before they found his brown teddy bear. Running down stairs as they saw some of the residents running towards them, growling or yelling as they approached. Pietro had started the truck as Y/N soon ran behind the truck. The stuffed teddy in their hands as they tried to jump onto the back of the truck bed. Only just managing to put the teddy in the back as they lost their grip. Falling in the road as Wanda screamed for her brother to turn back. Y/N stood up and ran after the truck as Pietro shook his head.

"We have to carry on Wanda." He told her. "You and the boys are safe." He told her regretfully as Y/N soon disappeared the further away they went. They sprinted towards a neighbouring house, and ran inside. Locking the door behind them as they ransacked the place, sighing in relief as they saw a shotgun above the mantel and shells in a nearby cupboard. Only one goal in their mind, finding their family.

Now

Y/N and Nat looked through the local shops in the village. Already seeing the practically empty shelves. Nat had a defeated look on her face.

"We're going to have to move on." She stated as Y/N hummed in agreement.

"Let's just take what's left and get back." They mumbled as Nat nodded. The grabbed what little was left and made their way to the exit of the store. Glancing around before they made their way back to where they had came from. Their hands on their weapons, ready to attack at any given moment.

"What if they are dead?" Natasha asked them as they just froze.

"They can't be." Y/N told her. "In years I haven't seen her or the boys, not even her brother." They continued to move as they spoke. "I just hope that they did make it out of there because I don't think I can live in a world where they don't exist."

"You really loved her." Natasha stated as they hummed.

"I do really love her." They told her. "There isn't a day that goes by where I don't think of my wife and sons."

Then

As Pietro drove, Wanda kept screaming for him to turn the car around. The twins were both crying as Monica tried to calm them.

"I CAN'T DO THAT WANDA!!" Pietro yelled as he hit the steering wheel. "I know you must hate me right now but I had to. I just." He sighed as he looked at her through the rearview mirror. "I promised mama and papa that no matter what, I would always protect you and I won't ever break that promise."

"Y/N is alone." She whispered as Pietro wiped his eyes before his own tears fell.

"They could be dead by now." He told her sadly.

"No." She shook her head as she looked out of the window. "I will not believe that."

"Those things Wanda, they used to be people." Monica told her. "There was a breach at one of the Shield labs and a bio weapon got released." Monica's voice faded as Wanda cried silently, wishing for the day she would see them again. For them to hold her in their arms once more.

Now

Within the walls of Haven, it was a town surrounded by electric fences, 10ft tall and surrounded by boobie traps. Wanda walked through the streets, like she did every morning as the twins remained with their uncle and aunt.

She always looked up at the sky, thinking about Y/N, wondering if even after all of these years, they had somehow survived.

"The boys are awake." Pietro found her as she just nodded. The twins were now teenagers, both 14 years of age. They had still kept asking about Y/N, wanting to know if they had ever survived.

"I'll be there in a moment." Wanda told him. Although she hated her twin in that moment she was separated from her love, she now understands that he had made the hard choice that she wouldn't have made, saving all of their lives which is something Y/N would want.

"Bucky and I are heading out to scavenge the nearby towns." He informed her. "We will be back before sundown."

"Be careful." She told him as he just nodded. Wanda made her way back towards the house that they have resided in since they had found refuge and safety. Thanks to Steve Rogers who also happened to be someone who had predicted there would be some sort of apocalypse. Once Wanda approached the house, the twins were already helping Monica with the fruits and vegetables.

"Good morning." Monica greeted her as she just gave her a small smile. As the world around them was dying, they lived as comfortably as they possibly could.

"Morning." Wanda mumbled as she headed inside. Looking at the picture of the four of them. The one Tommy grabbed from the wall on the way out of their home all of those years ago.

"I know this must be hard Wanda." Monica started as Wanda shook her head no.

"You don't." Wanda whispered as she looked at her sister in law. "Everyday I wonder what happened to them. I wonder if they died that day we escaped. Did they become one of them things and will we see them as one of the walkers who totter around the fence before Clint shoots them with an arrow." Wanda wiped her eyes. "I just, I want to know what happened and it kills me inside because there is that possibility that they could still be alive out there."

Monica had no words so all she could do was wrap her arms around her as Wanda gathered herself.

"Don't get me wrong, I am thankful that the twins are alive and well but." She took a shakey breath. "I just wish I could go back, back to how it was."

Y/N was looking over the old map they had with Tony and Nat as they decided to map out a direction which would be best for them to head out.

"What about near the city?" Tony suggested as both Nat and Y/N shook their heads.

"I understand you were a city boy and miss that life, but that is the most dangerous idea you have ever had." Y/N told him. "The city was highly populated which means."

"There's a high possibility that there is thousands of walkers in the city." Nat finished as Tony huffed. "We're safest if we stick to the backroads, less population and the small towns around help with some of the supplies."

"Ok." Tony hummed as both Nat and Y/N looked over the map.

"So we will head towards Harmony, there's a clearing and a ranch just around here where we can camp out." They pointed to a spot on the map.

"Maybe if the ranch is empty, we can stay there." Nat suggested as Y/N hummed as they packed away the map.

"It should take us a few hours to get there." Y/N mumbled as everyone picked up the bags and weapons. Following Nat as Y/N took up the back.

"So, what is the deal with Wanda?" Bucky questioned as both Pietro and Bucky were stood inside a pharmacy, gathering as much supplies as they could.

"She is still hung up on Y/N." He stated as he picked up a bottle of aspirin. "They are Wanda's partner and we left them behind. I guess she is still holding out hope that they are still alive and will find her and the boys."

"It's been years." Bucky whispered as he looked shocked. "What if she is holding out hope just to lose it."

"She doesn't care about that." Pietro told him. "You should have seen them together, whenever Y/N had looked at her, even from when they both started to see each other, they looked at her like they would move mountains for her." Pietro smiled at the memories of seeing his sister so happy and in love. "I remember the first time she came to me to talk about them. They had been dating for 5 months I think, and her words made me smile and I wanted to find that love that she always spoke about. She told me, 'I have finally found my forever in Y/N and I understand what Mama always used to say when she spoke about love.'"

"That's really nice." Bucky beamed as the two never realised how long they had remained in one spot. "Yelena has been having a hard time lately." Bucky told him as they exited the pharmacy. "Her sister, Nat's birthday is coming up."

"I remember Kate mentioning something about that." Pietro noted as they started to walk through the streets towards the exit, not paying any mind to the walkers closing in from the west. "I guess we should just." A blood curdling shriek sounded through their ears as the two men froze. The two looked around frantically, seeing a small horde approaching them.

"I don't think we can take them." Bucky mumbled as Pietro shook his head.

"Nope. We don't have enough ammo." He stated as he looked to his left, seeing more.

"Maybe we can hide out in the store?" Bucky suggested.

"Yup, let's just give ourselves over to them." Pietro spat sarcastically.

"We can't lead them back!" Bucky told him as he nodded. He knew Bucky was right. "Let's just kill any that get to close for comfort." Bucky soon led the way towards the building in question as the walkers closed in on them. Soon enough they barricaded the doors, Pietro was froze as the sounds of their shrieks and the banging on the walls and door filled his ears. The fear was evident as he started to feel like he was suffocating as Bucky searched for another exit.

"Do you hear that?" Nat asked as she stopped everyone from moving further.

"It sounds like walkers." Tony stated.

"A lot of walkers." Peter mumbled as he moved closer to the group.

"Maybe we can go around." Nat stated as the others nodded as Y/N made their way towards the sound.

"They're surrounding the store." They told them as they pointed towards the small horde.

"I know you have hope that you might see Wanda, but we need to survive Y/N and heading over there is a death wish." Bruce told them as they shook their head.

"We have more than enough to take on the horde that small." Y/N told him. "What if there are kids in there? A family."

"Just like the one you lost?" Tony questioned as everyone glared at him. Y/N just shook their head as they headed to wards the horde, seeing as one of them at the back heard them kick an empty rusty can.

"Come on." Nat grumbled as she cocked her gun, following behind Y/N who started to fire. Aiming for the head as the walker dropped to the floor, the others started to walk towards them as they fired.

"I'm running low." Bruce stated as he reloaded the last cartridge in his 9mm.

"Do you hear that?" Bucky asked Pietro as the banging on the door ceased, the only sound that joined the walkers shrieks was the sound of gunshots.

"Who?" Pietro questioned as he raised his gun.

"I don't know, could be a gang?" Bucky reasoned as he walked towards the window. Watching as the number of walkers decreased instantly.

Y/N had run out of ammo so they had to change to the machete they had strapped to their belt. Swinging it as they got close enough, the blade slicing through the neck as the head fell to the floor. One by one, until the last one was done. Y/N got to the door and knocked on it.

"Come on, we know you're in there." They called out. "It's safe now. You can join us if you wish to."

"Come on." Bucky told Pietro as he started to move the barricade from the door, opening it to reveal Y/N and the small group of survivors. "Thank you." He thanked them as Y/N just nodded. Looking around at the group as Y/N walked passed them, recognising Pietro as he was still clean shaven like he always was before the outbreak. Although he never recognised them as their hair had grew out and their face had some scarring.

"We just need to get some more supplies." Y/N grumbled as they approached the counter at the back of the store, getting the left over ammo for the group as the others grabbed the food and water, and other supplies they may need.

Pietro observed Y/N as there was something he had recognised about them, but he couldn't quite put a name to it.

"We are heading just a couple hours north to a nearby ranch if you would like to join us." Nat stated as Bucky waved her off.

"We actually reside in a nearby town." He told her. "It's actually some sort of safe haven if you would want to join."

"Safe havens don't exist anymore." Y/N stated as they stood behind Nat.

"Well it's not perfect but it has a huge electric fence surrounding it and boobie traps. We also have lookouts." Bucky explained as Pietro observed Y/N. Trying to figure out why they are so familar.

"Y/N." He blurted out as everyone looked at him. "It's you." He beamed as Y/N looked away.

"You two know each other?" Nat questioned as Y/N groaned.

"He is my wife's twin, the man who left me to die all those years ago." Y/N stated as they left the building. Looking either way before they started to walk away from the store.

"Wanda and the twins are safe." Pietro yelled as he followed them out, causing Y/N to stop in their tracks. "They will be so fucking happy to see you. Wanda will be happy to see you."

"You left me." Y/N yelled as they turned to face him. "You were a brother to me and you left me to die!"

"I had too do what I needed to protect my family." He told them.

"I WAS YOUR FAMILY!!!" They yelled as they stepped towards him. "I was family." They whispered as Pietro gave them a sad smile. Neither really paying attention to one of the walkers that they had missed coming from around the building until Y/N saw it approach Pietro. It all happened so fast as Y/N moved as fast as they could, using the knife as they held the walker, not realising it's head had tilted towards their arm holding it in place. Y/N cried out as they plunged the knife into it's skull.

"Fuck!!!" Y/N yelled as they held their hand.

"What do we do?" Peter questioned as Bruce approached them.

"Get me a blow torch now!" Bruce yelled as he grabbed Peter's clean machete before he approached Y/N who cradled their arm. "We need to be fast." Bruce stated as he gestured for Pietro to hold their arm. "Look away." The two looked away as Bruce swung the machete hard, the others flinched as they heard their scream. "Ok, I'm going to cauterize the wound."

"What if it doesn't work and they change?" Pietro questioned.

"You should just shoot me now." Y/N groaned as everyone shook their head.

"I remember it took Thor 24 hours before they turned." Bruce told them. "Maybe if we wait it out." He suggested as Pietro nodded.

"No." Y/N shook their head as they groaned as Bruce used the blow torch on the severed arm. "I don't want to take that chance."

"No." Nat stated as she stood nearby. "I am not going to lose my best friend so we are going to do it Bruce's way."

With very little room to argue, Pietro held wrapped their good arm around their shoulder as they helped them walk as Bucky led the way to the town. Steve was there with Monica and Wanda to greet Bucky and Pietro, before they noticed that their was an increase of people approaching.

"Who is with them?" Monica questioned as Wanda shook her head. Unsure about the new comers with her brother.

"NAT!" Yelena boomed as they approached, Nat smiled tenderly as she heard her younger sister's voice. Speeding up as Bucky opened the gates, everyone watched as the two embraced as they cried in each others arms.

Wanda felt a pang of jealousy, hoping she would have that same reunion with Y/N. But she was starting to give up hope until her brother approached her. Soon enough, she recognised those eyes she had missed every single day since the day they were separated.

"Y/N?" She whispered as she approached the two of them. Her hands reaching up to caress their cheek, her fingers tracing the scars on their face as her tears started to fall.

"Wanda." They smiled tiredly as they went to reach out to her, only to stop as they remembered they lost their arm.

"What happened to you?" She whispered, pain in her eyes at the thought of them going through so much agony over the years apart.

"We have a lot to discuss." They told her softly as they stumbled slightly.

"Is there anywhere we can put Y/N to rest for 24 hours?" Bruce asked Steve as he had discussed what had happened. He nodded as he led them towards his own place he shared with Bucky. Wanda followed as Pietro filled her in.

"Don't tell the boys just yet." Wanda told her twin as she opted to remain with Y/N. "Just in case they aren't out of the woods." The two watched as Steve strapped them down in the medical bed they had taken from the doctors office.

"The straps are just a precaution." Steve told them as they just nodded weakly. Bruce cleaned and changed the dressing on their wound before he left Wanda alone with them. They smiled at her with a tired smile as she sat on the dresser.

"I am happy you made it." They told her. "Did the boys?"

"Billy and Tommy are fine." She told them. "All of us are fine." She approached the bed cautiously. "Leaving you wasn't easy." She whispered as they nodded in understanding. "I pleaded and begged for him to turn back for you but he just wouldn't."

"It's ok." They told her as she shook her head no.

"It's not ok." She told them. "I should have fought him harder on the matter. I should have fought for you."

"Wanda, you had the twins to consider." They told her. "I would prefer if you always put yourself and the twins before me anytime because you three are the most important people in my life."

"You saved Pietro." Wanda stated as Y/N nodded. "I just, thank you for fighting to come back here." She told them as she ran her hands through their long shaggy hair. Leaning down to kiss their lips, the two sighing at the contact they had missed over the years.

"Not a day went by were I didn't think of you or the boys." They told her honestly. "I love Wanda, I always have and always will."

"I love you so much more Y/N." She kissed them once more, her heart full again as the missing piece had returned.

As the months went on, Y/N had adjusted to life with one arm as everyone had their part to play in survival. The twins were emotional and extremely happy to have their parent back with them, even if they had missed years and years together.

Y/N stood at the door, watching as Nat taught the twins some of her moves, even though they hope the twins never need to use them but it is always best to be prepared. Especially in a world that is fading away around the little piece of heaven they have found with their loved ones.

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[luvmattmurdock]

perfect sense part 5; pietro maximoff

pietro maximoff x stark!reader

“Keep reminding me that it ain’t a race, when my invisible streak turns onto the final straight”

word count; 1.3k

warnings; none :)

A/N: guys i’m very sorry i haven’t written anything, i was at the beach but now i'm back 🆙🆙🆙

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"Isn't this exactly what got us into this problem initially?" you heard Cap shout. You got out of bed confused and alarmed, putting on the first slippers you could find, which you later realised were not actually yours, and left the room to go downstairs.

"This is different," your father said as you wondered what he had done now. “And I think that this time it did turn out the way it should have. It's different," he repeated, almost as if he was trying to convince himself as much as the rest.

You looked around the laboratory, everyone was there, except for Thor and Nat.

The twins were a little behind the rest, with faces of equal confusion. You approached them and, swallowing your pride, spoke to them.

"What the hell is going on here?" you asked in a whisper. They turned to look at you, partly surprised because you spoke to them. Pietro answered.

“It seems that your father just did Ultron 2.0. He gave life to the body that Ultron was planning to live in.”

You stared at him in disbelief. Was your father evil or just stupid?

“No!” Cap said, visibly angry. “I'm not going to allow you to create another enemy, we're already fine as it is! Don’t you understand?”

“It's different, damn it!” Your father answered. “I have transferred the memory of J.A.R.V.I.S to the body. J.A.R.V.I.S never died, he took refuge in the internet when he saw Ultron's intentions. He has stopped Ultron from winning for now.”

A small fight started between Steve and Tony, Cap was trying to unplug the computer box and your father wouldn't let him.

They were both more than ready to fight when a sudden lightning interrupted everything. Due to the strength and proximity, the twins and you flew towards the window that overlooked the living room. You broke it and landed on the cold living room floor. You grunted in pain as you saw that small shards of glass had buried themselves in your arms and hands. 

You shake off as much glass as you can and run to see what was happening.

Thor, with his hammer, throws lightning at the box and it explodes, sending him flying. From there, a figure emerges.

He is a red robotic man, he was wearing some weird superhero-like clothes including a cloak quite similar to Thor’s. 

"I'm so sorry," he said, as he looked at the damaged tower, his voice soft and calm. "Thank you," he said to Thor.

"You helped him create it!" Cap exclaimed. This robot thing was quite strange.

“Yes, for the first time, Stark is right. He is different," Thor said convincingly.

Thor supporting your dad? This was even stranger.

“I know you think I'm bad. It is normal to think this way about the unknown. But I'm not on Ultron's side," the robot said.

"So you're on our side?" Clint asked.

“I am on the side of life, Ultron is not, he wants to extinguish it. I am not the same as you, and I am not what you want, so you may not trust me but we have to go. You see, I have no desire to annihilate Ultron, he is unique. And he is suffering, but he will cover the Earth with that pain so he must be destroyed in every way he has built, every trace of his presence in the network; we have to act now. And none of us can make it without each other.”

Everyone looked at eachother with confusion, you managed to catch a glance from Pietro, locking eyes for a second before he broke eye contact, returning his eyes to the robotic man. “You think I'm a son of Ultron. I'm not Ultron, nor J.A.R.V.I.S, I'm just... I'm me.” said the man thoughtfully “I am Vision.”

"Crazy, right?" said Pietro. You nodded. Tony and Cap were talking with Vision as you returned upstairs, Pietro following.

"It's crazy," you agreed. "But I don’t think he’s bad. I mean, he was able to lift Thor’s hammer.”

“Is it some type of magical item or something?That hammer.” 

“My father and I like to think that whoever has Thor's fingerprints lifts the hammer. But the theory according to him is that he who is worthy is able to lift it up.” You said mockingly. “And it looks like our new friend is.”

"Interesting," he said thoughtfully. "It's stupid, of course, but interesting."

You laughed. There was a silence which, although not uncomfortable, you could not help yourself from wanting to fill it up.

"Is your sister with the rest of the team?" You asked. He denied.

“She is in her room. She wanted to come with us but she's a little shy. Especially because she thinks you hate her.”

"I don't hate her," you said. "But I don't really know her so I don't exactly like her." Truth is, you were really slightly afraid of her. Whatever thing she had done with your mind back then kept you nervous.

"You’re scared of her, aren’t you?" he asked, chuckling. 

“Wasn’t it your sister who could read minds?” you laughed.

"I mean it’s normal," he said and you turned to look at him, his blue eyes looking at yours. "I do understand she seems kinda freaky, but I swear she’s nice. Besides, you and I are kinda friends now right?” You nodded. “She’s my twin so she can’t be THAT different to me.” 

“It’s different, though.” 

“Is it? Our only difference is my captivating charisma.”

“So humble.” You rolled your eyes and he smirked, another silence filled the room but now you didn’t want to talk. His eyes scanned your face and your eyes scanned his.  

“Y/N could I be honest with you?” You nodded. “I feel that, in the short time we’ve been together, I know a big part of you. And I know that you love your father and that my sister kinda hates him, and, well… the truth is I kinda hate him too. I know that it wasn’t his fault but I just can’t help it. However, I also know I kinda care about you?” You were staring at him, his eyes travelled across the room, avoiding your face. “And I know it would really hurt for you to lose him. And I promise that neither my sister nor me will ever do anything to harm him" he said very closely, now looking at your eyes. 

You broke eye contact and looked towards your feet. 

He knew a bunch of shit but you now knew 2 things: 

He cares about you. 

He loves to give pretty long speeches. 

You looked at him again and smiled a little.

"So you think you know me, huh?" You said, changing the subject. It was getting a bit too deep for your liking. He nodded convinced.

“I know that when you're angry you can't stop sighing. But they are those audible sighs so that everyone knows that you are angry.” You chuckled. “I also know that you hate extremely sweet things. I know this because yesterday Clint offered us some candy and you wrinkled your face and only took one.” You were now audibly laughing. “I also know, first hand, that you don't tolerate someone going against what you think is wrong, you’re pretty outspoken.” 

"Incredible," you said. "You're a stalker."

He smiled. His smile was very pretty, and you found it especially pretty when he wasn't making fun of you.

“I'm not a stalker” he denied, “I just like to observe.”

“Ok Joe Goldberg” He laughed. “You do understand that’s psychopath level behaviour right? You’re basically crazy, Maximoff.”

“Maybe a little, maybe for you.” He said looking straight at your eyes. Did this boy have no shame? 

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[writing-house-of-m]

Photograph

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word count: 1895

Summary: When you and Wanda go through some old things at her family house, you recognise someone in an old photograph they have

A/N: Just a little idea I thought would be cute. I wrote this pretty quickly and didn't really edit it properly so I hope it makes sense lol Thank you @ageofevermore and @cuinaminute229 for helping my indecisive ass on the header. Any feedback or comments would be much appreciated, so let me know what you think!

There is a soft golden glow shining through the windows as the sun was beginning to say goodbye to the day. 

Taking a break from packing wasn't supposed to be long but the small group of you have been too distracted to notice the time passing. 

You came across the Maximoff family's old photographs that have been in storage. You couldn't help but flip through a photo album when you noticed they were of Oleg and Iryna's wedding day. 

It has been an hour since then, your future in-laws telling you about the relatives who have shown up as you go through different stacks of photos, some they have always been close with, some have now passed and others who are best to avoid. It was a well needed heads up for when you will have to meet them on your wedding day with Wanda. 

There are so many photos and recounts of the memories that go along with them; birthdays, anniversaries, family gatherings and all the moments in between. 

"What happened to Pietro's hair!" You exclaim, noticing a gold fading (badly) into a red colour when you flicked to a new page in the current album you are going through. 

Wanda looks at the picture laughing, explaining the memory, "He wanted to make his hair look like fire." Then she grimaces as her laugh dies out, scrunching her nose, "But he did it himself." 

You both giggle at the messy result and the sour look on Pietro's face as Oleg squashes his cheeks together. You can tell he was forced to sit there while the photo was taken at his expense. 

There was a reason you were initially going through old boxes from the attic of the Maximoff residence. You and Wanda have officially moved in together and having unpacked all the essentials weeks ago you decided it was finally time to get her final round of things. 

They would probably just end up in storage at your new house but at least Wanda would have all her things in one place. You had already done the same with your things last week. 

You hear the front door unlock, open and close signifying Pietro's return. 

After Pietro greets everyone, he notices, "Old photos?" He reaches down and picks up one of the albums, "Have you finished with getting the last of your things?" 

You and Wanda look guilty and shake your heads because you still haven't completed what you were here to do. 

"Get a move on, I've got things I need to go up there," Pietro chastises. 

Before you get to say anything, your future mother-in-law gets there, "It's about time you thought about settling down, son." 

"Ah mama, it will happen when it happens. You can't rush these things," Pietro says, rubbing the back of his neck. 

"I hope things are going well with Monica. She's such a lovely girl," she says, handing him a box to put behind him. He puts down the album he is holding and takes it from her hands. "Better than that last girl. Mantis, she called herself," Iryna cringes. 

"Mama!" Pietro exclaims to stop this conversation. 

You smile at the scene, you don't have any siblings so you have been treating Pietro as your own brother when you and Wanda got serious and you grew more comfortable with her family. 

Now that Iryna was done it was your turn, "Hey Piet, have you ever thought about dyeing your hair?" You ask. Pietro squints his eyes at you because of the 'random' question, "Maybe, err, yellow and red?" You laugh along with his family. 

"Ah! I thought I got rid of all of those!" He furrows his brows picking up a different album from before, "Where is it?" 

"You will never know, 'hot head'," Wanda responds. Getting a round of laughter. 

He gives Wanda a side eye before looking through the album he is holding. Eventually he takes a seat opposite you and Wanda on the floor. 

Pietro thinks aloud as he flips through the book he is currently going through, "Hey, I remember this place. We weren't there for long though." 

Iryna looks at the photo over Pietro's shoulder as he holds it up for her. She hums, agreeing, "We weren't there for long, two months I think?" She turns to Oleg so he can take a look. He walks closer and nods his head. 

He chuckles under his breath remembering, "My job at the time relocated me to the wrong place, it was such a mess and a huge headache." 

"I think I remember that, we were even enrolled at the local school for a little while," Wanda adds. 

Pietro notices another photo, this time one of Wanda and another student from said school. He passes it to her, "Do you remember this?" 

"Oh yeah!" Wanda takes the image from him, "We got along so well. I missed them for the longest time after we moved," she reminisces. "I don't remember their name. I don't think I ever got it, actually." 

"Such a good friendship you didn't even get a name?" Pietro laughs.

You finally look away from the album in your lap that has had your attention. Furrowing your eyebrows because you recognise the child sitting beside Wanda in the image, "How do you have this?" 

All four Maximoff's look at you at the same time. 

You feel the silence until Wanda explains, "I completely forgot but seeing this photo I remember making one friend in my last few weeks there." She points at the two figures sitting with cheesy grins and arms wrapped around each other. "I can't believe I forgot about my time there." 

You are quite literally gobsmacked listening to the story unfold. 

Iryna chimes in, "Well, school had barely started before we moved again. It's not surprising you don't remember."  

"I know the name of the kid," you reveal. The others look in disbelief and wonder as you sit there smirking. 

"Really? How? Who is it?" They all ask questions at once. 

"It's me," you say with a breathy laugh. 

"What?!" Wanda looks closer at the picture and even her parents come over to get a better look. 

"No way," Pietro gasps as they all hover over the photograph. 

"I told you where I moved from when we first met, remember?" You ask Wanda, getting her attention again. 

"I didn't know the name of the place, look how small we were," she replies, pointing at the image. 

Wanda then joins her family who are all mumbling different similarities between you and the child in the photo. You listen to as much as you can, chuckling to yourself pulling out your phone. 

Last week when you packed your final things from your parents home you too had found old albums there. With everything going on, moving houses and planning a wedding, it completely slipped your mind to show Wanda the old pictures you had taken snapshots of when you were younger. 

Putting the phone next to the photograph everyone compares the two. Wanda is speechless as she looks at you in the same disbelief you felt when you first saw the picture, "I can't believe it."

"Neither can I!" You scoff out. 

"This is so crazy!" 

"I know!" 

"Nothing can stop a great love," Oleg speaks, stopping you and Wanda with your back and forth while he casually walks away. But you and Wanda smile at each other blushing a little because of his comment. 

"We became friends so fast," Wanda leans into you, looking at the photo.  

"Yeah," you speak into her hair, kissing the top of her head. "And then you forgot about me," you finish cheekily. 

Wanda pulls away and smacks your arm. Then takes on an earnest look, "But seriously, I was so sad to lose you, I finally made a friend and a really cool one at that," she trails off. 

"We still found each other again though," you say. 

"Yeah, we did," Wanda says with a soft smile. 

You lean against each other to look at the photo for a little while longer. Looking at the happiness and innocence radiating from your younger selves.

Unbeknownst to you, Pietro snaps a photo on his phone of the two of you smiling down at the captured memory. In his mind this was him getting his wedding gift sorted. 

When you have been through the stacks of pictures, you eventually go back to packing the last of Wanda's things. It is all taken to your new place and you are both exhausted. 

You decide to leave unpacking it all until the next day and when you do, you come across the photo again. 

"Your mom must have put this in here," you smile at Wanda. 

She takes it from you and instead of putting it in storage she places it above the fireplace. You make a mental note to buy a frame for it. 

At the end of the day you sit on the couch after another exhausting day. 

"Fourteen years," you say randomly. Wanda looks at you quizzically so you clarify, "I worked it out, us meeting again after that photo was fourteen years." 

"Wow," Wanda breathes out, sitting against you as you wrap an arm around her. "I guess we were always destined to be together." 

Wanda looks up at you making you look down at her. You share a small kiss and when you separate you continue looking at the picture. 

You talk about how fate has brought you here and how thankful you are for finding each other again even without either of you knowing who the other was. 

"I guess our love transcends all boundaries." 

Wanda smacks your chest lightly, "You dork"

"Yesterday, you said I was really cool! You can't take that back!" 

"That was before the cheesy one-liner." 

"Well, you better get used to it. It will get worse when we get married. Not to mention the jokes I'll come up with when we have kids," you smile. 

Wanda looks up at you again so you meet her gaze, "Hmm, yeah, but I think you mean 'kid' as in singular," you smile at her correction of the future plans you have discussed, "and a dog, of course," she says innocently. 

"No, no, no, I never agreed to getting a dog. I said we could get a cat," you correct. 

"Don't worry I didn't forget about Tom," Wanda says nonchalantly.

"Tom?! We didn't agree to any names yet either!" 

"Are you sure? So where did I get; Wilma, our daughter, and Spike, our dog, from?" Wanda asks, raising a brow. 

"Probably the same place you forgot about the best friend you ever had," you say pushing Wanda, forcing her to lay on the sofa with you carefully placing yourself on top. 

You press your lips to her soft ones and because you are both smiling too much you have to stop. Instead, you settle with kissing the tip of her nose. 

"And here I thought we would be making these big decisions together. We still have a wedding to plan first, you know?" You muse. 

"Yeah, I know. But I can't help myself thinking of our life together," Wanda says, caressing your face. 

Just as fate brought you together, it has a few more surprises for you as you continue your life together. 

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~5.1k

Summary: Little Nat goes to a birthday party

A/N: More inspired by ideas from @rianncreates

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, creeps, and cuteness

This was your nightmare. Honestly the idea of having near 2 dozen kids running around makes you more anxious than you ever would have imagined. Between keeping them from leaving your sight, and making sure no one fell off the jungle gym you didn’t get a moment to relax as you supervised your daughter’s friend’s birthday party.

This is one of the first events you’ve gone to like this and you are realizing quickly that you definitely don't give Wanda enough credit. She loved these types of things, and watching her now was truly an experience. She was somehow the social butterfly between the two of you. She wandered from table to table and talked to parents, kids, and their friends with a smile on her face and an energy that you couldn’t even attempt to muster at this point.

You’re out of your element and it feels painfully obvious as you sit off by yourself. Well, you have your dogs with you. You’d brought them because you had no idea how long this would last, and you hadn’t wanted to worry about them. They loved to get out anyway and after exploring the playground and getting their fill of scratches from the kids, they’d come to sit beside you. You’re considering getting up and making the rounds with Wanda when someone sits beside you with a loud sigh.

“Hanging in there?”

You turn to see Pietro shooting you a knowing look that you just laugh at. He doesn't like these things either, but he can wander off without getting judged. If you did that you'd be a neglectful mother, so you're sitting nearby-ish as you take a breather.

“This is exhausting. I don't know how Wanda does it.”

Pietro glances toward his sister who's smiling as she talks to one of the dads that has at least three kids of his own here. He’s not sure how his sister went from mobster to stay at home mom so seamlessly but it was never something he imagined for her. He was glad that she seemed happy, and he honestly could use some of her energy. He reaches down to scratch Boone’s head with a smile. The dogs have been very good during this whole thing. He’d been afraid that they’d be overwhelmed by the near thirty children here, but they were actually pretty chill. They mostly looked around and kept an eye on Natalya, but she was having fun with her friends and was being watched by more than enough people.

“She’s an impressive one, my sister.”

You smile at the thought and you hum in agreement as your gaze falls to your wife again. She really is spectacular and as you watch her laugh at something the birthday kid’s dad says you feel yourself sigh wistfully.

“She’s amazing, for sure.”

Pietro turns to you with a pinched expression when he realizes you’re practically drooling over his sister. He rolls his eyes before slapping you on the back to startle you out of your daydreaming. You flinch and turn to glare at him as he pretends to be annoyed.

“Hey, that’s my sister you’re drooling over.”

You roll your eyes before slapping your brother-in-law’s hand away. You shake your head before meeting your wife’s gaze briefly before she returns her attention to the host. You briefly wonder how much they spent on this party for their son who’s 4 and won’t remember it. They even hired caterers that are still milling about to make sure that there’s enough food to go around. At this point it’s mostly the parents eating as the kids run around and play on the playground or in the large field that hosts various games.

You hope that Natalya won’t want a party like this. Despite having the money to throw one, logistically it sounds like a nightmare, and you aren’t sure how many more of these you can sit through.

“I’m not drooling. She does look beautiful in that dress though; don’t you think Piet?”

You’re teasing him now because despite agreeing that his sister is pretty, he finds it a little awkward to talk with you about her looks. You know this and you’re just giving him a hard time because it’s what you two do. You take his lack of response as answer enough and you sigh before checking on your daughter again. She’s strayed away from her friend group to play with one of the other dogs roaming around here. You turn back to Pietro to see that he’s spaced out, and you sigh before getting to your feet.

“I’m going to make the rounds. Want to come?”

Pietro unsurprisingly shakes his head and you just leave him to sit and mull as you wave your dogs along. You’re not going to walk around alone, and you’re grateful that they both stand and follow after you obediently.

“Good boys.”

“Thank you.”

You roll your eyes and don’t even bother to respond to Pietro as you decide to get your wife something to eat. She’s been milling around for so long, and you’re not sure if she even ate, so you take a detour to the ridiculously large buffet with a smile. You make her a plate and grab her something to drink before you glance around for your daughter again. She’s wandering farther away and you frown and decide you don’t like this. You turn to Boone before pointing toward Natalya and waving your dog off.

“Go get her, Boone.”

You should do it yourself, but you’re lazy and you’ll check on her as soon as you stop by Wanda to make sure she’s not going to pass out. It’s way too hot for an outdoor party, in your opinion at least, but you’ll worry about that later. You walk up behind your wife and smile as you hear her laughing as she continues to chat. You check behind you and frown when you realize your other dog abandoned you, but since he’s going after his brother, you’re going to let it go.

“Hey there, Wands.”

Wanda’s exhausted. She underestimated how tiring such a large birthday party would be. She’s playing the part of a host despite not being one, but she’d wanted to get to know the parents of her daughter’s classmates in a setting that wasn’t run by the school. She’d learned a lot, but mostly she’s exhausted herself after nearly an hour of chitchatting. She’s beyond grateful to hear your voice behind her, and as soon as she realizes you’ve brought her food, she could just kiss you.

“Hi detka. Come sit.”

You set the plate and cup in front of your wife, and you’re about to sit down but you remember that you were going to check on Natalya. She would do anything to pet a dog and you have to make sure she doesn’t go too far. She was still in sight when you sent Boone after her, but you had to go make sure she didn’t stray any further. You kiss your wife’s cheek before you point over your shoulder and explain why you’re not taking her up on her very appealing offer.

“I will in a minute, I have to go wrangle Little Nat first. She’s over there.”

Wanda turns to where you’re pointing, but she doesn’t see her daughter anywhere. She’s frowning by the time she looks back to you and your smile turns down too when Wanda shakes her head.

“Where is she? I don’t see her.”

Natalya was getting tired of playing and she could use a second serving of cake. She had planned on doing this immediately after leaving her friends, but she spotted a new dog that she hadn’t pet yet and she couldn’t resist the urge to follow it. It was a small scruffy dog with a purple collar, and she followed him closely as he headed away from the party and toward the parking lot.

“Come here, doggy.”

Natalya reaches out and is just short of the dog so she starts to walk faster. She doesn’t even realize she’s getting too far away from everyone else until she follows the dog behind some trees. She stops short and turns around only to realize she can’t see her parents or uncle anymore. Her moms had told her before coming here that she needed to stay in sight at all times. She could only talk to the other kids at the party and their parents, but no one else at the park. She’s reminded of this last rule as she sees a man dressed in black and white waiting for his dog with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He holds out his arms and Natalya just stands where she is as she debates heading back.

“Hello there. Do you want to say hi?”

Natalya is conflicted. She’s not supposed to talk to strangers, but her moms never said anything about petting their dogs. She nods meekly before she steps forward so she’s in the shade and closer to the cute dog who’s panting from his run over here.

“Yes please.”

The man smiles before he drops the still smoking cigarette and stomps it out before pointing at his dog. He watches the brunette take a couple of tentative steps forward.

“Go ahead, he’s very sweet.”

Natalya reaches out a hand to pet the dog’s head, and she smiles as he licks her in return. She’s about to ask what his name is, but his owner catches her off guard as he grabs her around her waist and picks her up. She doesn’t get a chance to protest before he’s covering her mouth and hurrying off toward the parking lot.

You’re speed walking toward where you’d last seen your daughter with Wanda and Pietro on your heels. You are only a little worried when you walk past the field and toward the parking lot without seeing her. You don’t even see your dogs as you mutter under your breath anxiously.

“She was just here, I swear.”

Wanda’s response is cut off as she hears shouting nearby from beyond the trees near the path that leads back to their car. She frowns when she realizes that they’re screaming in pain and only a second later she notices that it’s nearly drowning out the sound of growling. You and Pietro run toward the sounds and as you get closer you recognize your dogs and run faster.

“Hey!”

The sight that greets you is a lot to process, but you don’t hesitate to run forward to stop Pietro from committing murder. Your two dogs have latched onto the legs of a man in a caterer’s uniform who’s holding something under his arm. It takes a second for you to realize it’s a person, and then only a millisecond longer to realize it’s your daughter. You ignore the small barking terrier as you call off your dogs as the man finally drops Natalya. She falls hard on the ground and you rush to grab her just as Pietro tackles her attempted kidnapper.

“You fucker!”

“Pietro!”

Wanda’s shocked to see someone with her daughter in their arms, and it takes her a second to realize that they’d been trying to run off with her. She had feared something like this would happen for only the first few years of Natalya’s life. However, every scenario that she’d imagined hadn’t included a birthday party. She supposes that was shortsighted on her part. She watches for only a second before she’s running forward to check on her daughter that you’re helping off the ground. She’s got dirt on her face, but otherwise she looks unharmed.

“Natalya!”

“Little Nat, are you alright? Did he hurt you?”

You’re frantic as you check over your daughter to make sure she’s not injured. Luckily you only notice a small scrape on her knee from the fall, but otherwise she appears unharmed. You ignore your brother-in-law as he beats up the man who had snuck into the party and lured your daughter away. Your anger makes you want to kick the man while he’s down and already bloodied by the older Maximoff, but you decide to focus on your daughter.

“Pietro, stop!”

Wanda gathers Natalya in her arms while you try to calm down your dogs. They’re still barking and snarling at the brunette that they’d intercepted, and they’re too on edge to listen to you. You see that Wanda has her phone out and she’s hopefully calling the police so you focus on Pietro. He’s understandably pissed, but you can’t let him kill the guy before you find out what he was doing. Rather if he was doing it of his own volition. You hadn’t heard anything about your wife’s work for years. Since she’s been retired, you’d never had problems, and you hope as horrible as it sounds, that this is just a run of the mill creep instead of a mobster creep.

“Who the hell are you?! What did you want with my niece?”

Pietro’s breathing heavily as he stares down at brunette who’s barely fighting back. He realizes quickly that this person probably isn’t anyone’s hired help. He’s too soft and the thought that he’s working alone is as comforting as it is disgusting. Pietro grabs the collar of his bloodied shirt, and he’s about to slam him on the ground again when he hears new voices.

Apparently, the dogs had attracted the attention of some of the other parents and they’d wanted to make sure that no one was hurt. Wanda noticed them first, but you’re the one who talked to them about the confusing, disturbing scene in front of them. Pietro reluctantly let the brunette up and he just held him tightly as he waited for the sirens to get closer.

Once he was in custody and everyone involved had been questioned, you decided it was time to leave. You look to your daughter who’s sleeping in her uncle’s arms, before turning toward your dogs. They were still a little wired, but they’d calmed down as soon as the cops showed up. You were grateful that you’d sent Boone after Nat and that they’d both protected their sister, but you’re feeling guilty about not going to get your daughter yourself. She would never have gotten that far if you had just gone after her, and you’re kicking yourself for what almost happened.

“Stop it.”

You turn in confusion at the sound of your wife’s voice, but when you see her knowing look you just turn away with a scowl. She’s not mad at you because there’s no way you could have known what was going to happen. Nat was still in sight when you saw her, and you sent Boone after her with the intention of finding her right after. She’s sure she would have done the same thing. She’s just lucky that the dogs had saved Natalya, and that her brother had beaten him up for all of them. She reaches out for your arm as you shake your head.

“I shouldn’t have left her alone. I’m so stupid.”

Wanda grabs your chin to turn you towards her, and you’re met with a stern look that you know isn’t something you should argue with.

“Stop it, Y/n. This isn’t your fault. You were going to check on her, and in the meantime, you made sure she was taken care of.”

Wanda takes a moment to look at the two dogs that might still have blood on their faces. She didn’t worry about that now as she knelt down to pet the duo with a wide smile. They had been loyal companions for years, and Wanda had always hoped that if a day like this came around, they would step up and protect their own. She couldn’t be prouder of them and she kisses both of their furry heads in thanks.

“Such good boys. You’re getting steak tonight.”

You guess that Wanda’s right. You hadn’t predicted that you’d face this threat today, but you’re glad that you were more prepared than you thought. Well, it was less you and more your dogs and your brother-in-law being able to thwart the low life who tried to steal your daughter. With any luck, something like this won’t happen ever again, but you can at least take comfort in the fact that your daughter has her own guard dogs.

“They definitely are.”

When the trio got home after the party everything seemed normal. They had dinner after spending some time on the couch watching one of Natalya’s favorite shows. Nat nearly fell asleep at the table after the tiring and stressful time at the party, so you picked her up to take her upstairs to bed. You’re distracted by tiny hands pulling on your hair as you walk through your daughter’s bedroom door. You frown when she whines quietly before speaking barely loudly enough for you to hear.

“I want to sleep with you and Mama.”

You aren’t really surprised to hear this, but you and Wanda still need to talk and figure out what you’re going to do about what happened this afternoon. The police had their own investigation going of course, but you knew your wife well, and you would be foolish to think that she wasn’t going to look into it herself. You decide to try and compromise and you figure you can stay here with Nat until she falls asleep and then go catch up with your wife.

“How about I stay with you instead?”

Natalya frowns but she nods and lets you get her ready for bed. After she brushes her teeth and changes clothes, you tuck her in and grab a book from her shelf beside the bed. You smile as you ask your daughter if she wants you to read this tonight, and after grabbing Winston and holding him tight, she nods wordlessly.

Wanda’s still downstairs trying to talk her brother down when you finish reading to Natalya. You leave her once you realize she’s fast asleep, and you head back downstairs to find your wife growing frustrated as she finishes her drink. She’d had a glass of wine at dinner, so this must be her second but you don’t pay much attention to that right now.

“I know Pietro, and I appreciate it, but we’ll figure something else out. I’m not going to blow our cover on this. He was probably just a lone creep.”

You had come to the same conclusion, but you just sigh in defeat as you go straight for the fridge for another drink too. You choose to grab a beer and are almost half done with it by the time Wanda hangs up with her brother. She takes a deep breath before turning toward you with a small smile. She’s tired and stressed, but she’s sure you are too so she takes a minute to check in with you.

“Natalya’s asleep?”

You nod in confirmation before setting down your beer as Wanda reaches out for you with a tired look. You hold her close before glancing over her shoulder at your two dogs that are resting in their giant dog bed in the corner. All of the kids seem to be down for the night, so you decide that you’ll go to sleep soon too. This had been a stressful experience and you could feel yourself crashing at the very thought of your pillow.

“She is. How’s Pietro?”

Wanda shrugs before muttering something into your hair about how he’s being an overprotective uncle, but he should calm down soon. You listen to Wanda’s plan before you lead her toward the stairs once you both finish your drinks and set them in the sink. Wanda squeezes your hand as she shuts the door behind her and keeps you from collapsing immediately.

“How are you feeling, detka?”

You sigh before you shake your head and admit that you’re still a little upset. This is understandable and Wanda’s certainly not happy either. She’s terrified and still shocked that you both could have lost your daughter today. If you’d been even 30 seconds later, or you hadn’t sent Boone after Natalya, she could have been taken. Wanda shivers at the thought but she focuses back on you when you finally respond as you lead her to the bed. You feel like you’re going to collapse if you don’t sit down right now.

“Still reeling. I can’t believe this happened.”

Wanda nods in agreement as she leans against you as soon as you’re both sitting on the edge of the bed. She wraps an arm around your waist before she hums in contemplation. She had thought that something like this would happen a lot earlier in Natalya’s life, but she wasn’t going to mention that now. Instead, she focuses on you and the fact that your daughter is sleeping safely in her bedroom.

“Me neither, but we’ll figure out what happened, and the important thing is that she’s safe.”

You can’t argue with this or the fact that you’re relieved to have your daughter safe and sound back at home. You offer your wife a small smile before kissing her cheek and taking a deep breath.

“You’re right, Wands. As usual.”

Her response is an amused smile and you just follow her wordlessly as she leads you to the bathroom.

You’re asleep almost before your head hits the pillow, but you unfortunately don’t stay asleep. You manage a few hours before something wakes you up with a start. You frown in confusion and wait to see if whatever woke you up happens again, but no luck. It’s quiet and you turn to your left to see that Wanda’s sleeping soundly. You sigh before you close your eyes and try to go back to sleep. You don’t know what woke you, but now that you’re up, you’re tense and finding it hard to fall back asleep.

Your mind wanders to the events of yesterday’s party, and you know despite how everything worked out that you won’t be letting your daughter out of your sight for a while. Whenever she leaves the house, she’ll either have you or Wanda within arm’s reach. This thought makes you want to check on Natalya, and you sneak out of bed only a couple of minutes later to see your daughter is still sleeping peacefully.

You quietly walk down the hall before pushing the door to Natalya’s room open slowly. You see Winston is on the ground and you’re about to grab him and put him back in bed with your daughter when you realize she isn’t there. The sheets are in disarray and her pillow’s almost on the floor, but Natalya’s not anywhere in sight. You try not to panic, but you’re already looking around the room before you get on your knees to look under the bed.

“Natalya? Little Nat, where are you?”

Once you start tearing through the closet you truly start to panic. You stand up and nearly trip over the various shoes and clothes you’ve thrown around on your way to the door. You stop in the doorway when you run into a confused and slightly miffed Wanda. She’d just woken up to sounds coming from her daughter’s room, and how on edge she was she didn’t hesitate to get up and investigate. When she realized you weren’t in bed, she quickly ran down the hall only for you to almost barrel her over.

“Y/n? What’s wrong? What’s-?”

You shake your head as you grab your wife’s shoulders to steady both of you. You’re starting to walk past her as you speak up in a jumble of words that you hope make sense. You plan on looking around in the other bedrooms before running back to your room to call the police.

“Nat’s not in her bed, Wands.”

Wanda’s eyes widen in surprise before she glances in her daughter’s room to confirm this. She curses under her breath before she runs back to the bedroom to grab her phone. She’s not sure if you even hear her since you’ve run to the next room to check for Natalya.

“I’ll call Piet.”

You see quickly that both of the bedrooms are untouched and after checking the closets, you’re sweating you’re so anxious. You don’t bother to shut the doors as you run back down the hall and look for your wife. She’s still on the phone with her brother and you hear her speaking frantically in her native language. You don’t know what she’s saying, but you hear Pietro’s equally frantic voice as you check to make sure that the security system is still armed. There’s nothing amiss and you start to tremble from the lack of leads and the idea of someone sneaking in here. You force yourself to take a deep breath as you look around frantically, and the sound of Wanda’s increasingly anxious voice fades into the background as you lay eyes on your dogs. They’re still lying in their bed, but they’re awake as they watch you and Wanda panic. You find this odd because usually they’d be all over you and any activity that’s happening. Instead, they’re curled up next to each other in bed with-

“Wanda, she’s here.”

You miss your wife looking over to you and then promptly hanging up after she spots her daughter. She’s sleeping beside her dogs in their oversized bed, and they’re both curled around her protectively with Boone using the brunette’s shoulder as a pillow. You breathe a sigh of relief and almost start crying as you hurry forward to check on your daughter. Rogue’s tail starts to wag and Boone tries to lick you, but you focus on Natalya who’s sleeping soundly despite being covered in dog hair and being squished between the heavy dogs.

“Hey, Little Nat. Wake up.”

You are still trying to calm your breathing when Wanda comes up next to you and kneels by your side. She reaches out for Rogue to scratch him as she waits for Nat to sit up. She grumbles slightly but she sits up and rubs at her eyes with a frown at the sight of her worried parents.

“Is it morning yet, Mama?”

Wanda shakes her head as you hold your arms out for Natalya, and you smile when she starts to crawl toward you.

“No, milaya. Mom went to go check on you, but you weren’t in bed. What are you doing down here?”

Natalya climbs into your lap before wrapping her tiny arms around your waist with a frown. She tries to hide her face in your stomach, but Wanda reaches out for her because this is important. She wants her daughter to look at her.

“I didn’t want to sleep a-alone, and you said no dogs on the bed.”

Both you and Wanda frown at this but seem to realize what Little Nat’s saying. You hate that this happened, and maybe it’s just yesterday’s events that made you freak out, but you’d let the dogs sleep in Nat’s bed if she wanted them to. It was much better than having a heart attack.

Wanda seems to be on the same page, and she smiles softly at her daughter who’s looking at her shyly. She thinks she’s in trouble, but you hold her tightly and kiss the top of her head which makes her look up curiously.

“Okay, next time if you want company come to us first, okay? I was really worried when I didn’t see you in bed.”

Nat’s lower lip juts out in a pout and she shoots you a guilty look before holding you tighter. You watch Wanda run her fingers through your daughter’s tangled hair before shaking her head. She surprises you by what she says next when Nat apologizes.

“Sorry Mommy.”

Wanda’s just grateful that her heart’s started to beat normally again and she didn’t call anyone but her brother. She’ll apologize for waking him up so early tomorrow.

“It’s okay, but from now on the dogs can sleep on your bed. On top of a blanket though. How does that sound?”

Natalya smiles widely and nods in excitement which makes you feel lighter. You let Natalya go and she hugs Wanda quickly before she starts to bounce excitedly in her lap while looking between her redhead mom and her dogs.

“Okay! Can they sleep there now?”

You can’t help but laugh as you see Wanda regret her decision almost immediately, but you nod quickly as you watch Natalya clumsily get to her feet and near tackle her dogs. Wanda sighs but you can tell from her smile that she’s happy as she watches her daughter throw her arms around Rogue’s neck. The shepherd had been watching lazily and he just lets out a surprised huff when Natalya falls on him. You just stand up before reaching out to help your wife to her feet as Natalya tries to coax her dog out of his bed.

“Rogue! Come on let’s go!”

The shepherd considers ignoring her, you can tell, but eventually he sneezes in her face before climbing to his feet. Natalya leads him upstairs after hugging Boone goodnight. You squeeze Wanda’s hand as you lead her upstairs following in your adorable daughter’s footsteps.

“She’s so cute, Wands.”

Wanda sighs in defeat but she can’t argue with you. As she watches Natalya lead Rogue by the collar to her bedroom while talking to him animatedly, she can’t help but be grateful for her daughter’s excitement at something so simple. She’d give a lot to see her daughter smile, and cleaning up a little extra dog fur didn’t seem like a big deal. You two tuck your daughter and Rogue into bed before leaving her to go back to sleep. You release another heavy sigh as you and Wanda arrive back to your bedroom. She wraps an arm around your shoulders before pressing a kiss to the side of your head with a smile.

“She really is, detka, but she’s going to be the death of us.”

You laugh in response but only nod in agreement as you sink back into the bed with a groan. Wanda smiles at you before cuddling up into your side with a yawn. She closes her eyes and hears you switch off the lights before settling beside her with a tired hum. As you both fall back to sleep for the second time that night, you hope that tomorrow will be calmer.

Little Nat Adventures

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Sweet Blessing.

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: That your relationship with Wanda failed epically wasn’t news to anyone. Much less when you’ve accepted an internship at the other side of the world. But when a family desicion bring you and Wanda together once again, you couldn’t help the old feelings that resurfaces at seeing her. But would the feeling be returned or were they meant to just exist in the confines of your heart?

A/N: MY DUDES! I’VE GOT ANOTHER STORY TO TELL! This one is a teasing chapter (not really yet) introducing baker!Wanda since, lesbe honest, we all need it. Obviously, I still don’t know how long it’ll be, but I’ll try to add as little angst as I can for we all need a smooth ride, lol. I hope you like this enough to want more. Let me know your thoughts! And even tho this will be focusing on the present, there’ll be a bunch of flashbacks to fill in the holes, so they’ll be writen in cursive.

A/N 2: THANKS FOR THE 1K+ FOLLOWERS! I really appreciate it (:

Part I, Part II, Part III

Looking up from the red icing on your hands, you discarded your task of decorating the cookies your mom had baked for Valentine's Day. Walking as fast as your small legs allowed, you frowned at the small interaction your dad was having with a boy not much older than you.

“This is not right, kid.” Your dad’s stern voice had you shivering from head to toe even if you weren’t the one under his judgment. “Where are your parents?”

“I know, sir.” The blue-eyed boy stayed with his gaze down.

“Then, why did you do it?” Your dad’s voice was tinted with suspicion, and you knew he wasn’t mad. Having been the target of his reprimands more often than not, you’ve learned to differentiate the ones where he basically grounded you from the ones that meant to discover what laid under the surface.

Sensing the discomfort in the boy, you found yourself walking towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s okay. We can help,” you smiled timidly when he looked at you.

You felt your dad’s eyes dart towards you, but you ignored it for your own sake. And the boy’s, too.

The patch of clothing under your hand wasn’t enough to hide the boy’s nervous movements, so you applied enough pressure hoping it won’t scare him off.

You smiled when he spoke again.

“I’m sorry, sir. It’s my and my sister’s birthday and I wanted to cheer her up with a cupcake. My parents… they can’t afford a cake.” His voice was barely audible, and if you tried harder, you could’ve sensed the lump in his throat.

“I understand, son.”

“I am not your son,” the boy frowned spitefully.

“I’m sorry,” your dad smiled something mockingly, but thankfully only you could see it, for the boy seemed truly upset about it.

Feeling for the boy, you smiled toothily as an idea popped up.

“Can we give him a cake? I promise I’ll pay for it,” you tried hopefully. “Everyone deserves a cake on their birthday,” you pouted profusely, ready to kneel in front of your dad if necessary.

Laughing, your dad rolled his eyes at your antics. “I have a better idea,” he winked at you before turning his attention to the boy. “Why don’t you go get your sister so you can both choose one? Tell your parents it’s on the house,” he stood up from his kneeling position and patted the boy’s shoulder. “What’s your name?”

“It’s Pietro, sir,” The boy- Pietro answered with a timid smile.

"Alright, Pietro, see you in a bit." Your dad ruffled Pietro’s hair before walking away to another table that requested his presence.

"Wait. Are you guys serious?" His blue eyes opened wide as the information sank in, making you giggle.

"We're serious. Now, go get your sister before it rains!" You pushed him softly as you smiled back at him, watching him go.

Feeling happy that those kids will have a birthday cake, you went back to the back to finish the cookies before your mom found out. After all, you didn't know how long it'd take for Pietro and his sister to show up.

True to your senses, the twins arrived after half an hour, which gave you plenty of time to finish your tasks and even get yourself a piece of brownies.

"Dad! They're here!" You smiled toothily as you walked through the swinging door, dragging your dad with you.

"Calm down, sweetie," he chuckled as he took his hand off your grip, following you.

"Hi, Pietro! Hi, Pietro’s sister! I'm Y/N," you extended your hand toward the girl, who eyed you through her long lashes cautiously.

"Hi! This is my sister, Wanda," Pietro smiled, pushing her sister to take your hand, which she accepted reluctantly.

"Hi, Wanda! Happy birthday, guys!" Your dad greeted them with an endearing smile. "Come this way," he signaled to the big display counter with an acceptable variety of cakes. "Help them choose and let me know when they decide." Your dad kissed the top of your head and walked away to a new customer.

"Okay, guys. Let's make business," you squared your shoulders like you did when your parents allowed you to help the clients around. "What are your favorite flavors?" You asked, eyeing the cakes, ready to offer them the choices.

"I like chocolate, but just for today I'm willing to accept Wanda's favorite which is vanilla," he said with his eyes glued to the glass.

"No way!" You looked up, looking at them with the brightest smile you could muster. Finally, you'd be able to offer them what you thought was your million-dollar idea. "Today is your lucky day! We have both flavors in one! And it has chocolate ganache," you pointed to the brown cake at the bottom left.

"What you say, sis? You want that one?" Pietro looked at the smaller girl by his side, who just shrugged.

"Okay," her small voice was imperceptible, which had you looking at her brother for confirmation.

Looking intently into the girl’s eyes, you could see the sadness in them and all of you wanted to close the distance between you two and hug her tightly. But you weren’t too oblivious to step into her personal bubble without being invited. The girl was nothing like her brother. And that only made you want to know her.

“You ready, guys?” Your dad came by your side, the cardboard box in his hands was settled over the countertop ready to be filled.

“Yes, sir. We’re having that one,” Pietro pointed out with his small finger.

“Perfect choice,” he looked down at you with his typical smirk. “Are your parents outside?”

“Uhh, no. They’re busy,” Pietro quickly rushed. And he might have missed his sister’s frown, but you didn’t.

“Allow me to bring you guys home? It’s already late for you to be outside,” your dad offered, not really caring about the effort.

“No.” This time, Wanda spoke. Her eyes finally looked up and you couldn’t help the funny feeling you felt in your belly.

“We just want to help,” you pouted.

“We don’t need your pitiness,” the brunette’s eyes pierced your soul. “I’ll pay you back when I’m able to work. Let’s go, Pietro.” Wanda turned around without giving you a second glance, leaving you alone to pick up the broken pieces.

“I- I’m sorry about that,” Pietro looked from his sister to you. “She’s not feeling good, is all. I thank you both so much,” he smiled heartily at your dad as he accepted the closed box. “I’ll never forget this,” he nodded shortly.

Rounding the counter, you side-hugged him as tight as you could, having noticed his glassy eyes. “I hope we can be friends.”

“I’d like that,” he smiled hopefully. “I better go, my sister is waiting.”

“Pietro?” You called after him.

“Yeah?”

“I hope your birthday turns out well,” he offered two cookies you had taken from the display, not really caring about your parents. “Wanda’s, too. You both deserve happy birthdays and we’ll be here if you guys need help with that.”

“Thank you, Y/N. See you around,” he waved weirdly at you and your dad before he walked out the door.

Stepping through the arrival door, you looked over the crowd for your friend, finding his characteristic white smile accompanying his gleamy eyes.

Running towards Pietro, you discarded your carry-on as you jumped into his arm, inhaling his perfume after so long.

“I missed you, dude!” You hid your face, enjoying his strong arms around you.

“The feeling is mutual,” he held you a few more seconds until you wriggled away from his hold. “How was the flight?” He grabbed your luggage as his free arm closed around your shoulders.

“Ehh, could’ve been better,” you scrunched your nose, remembering your annoying neighbor for the 7 hours the flight took. “Should be illegal to have a random person talking your ear off about their complaints.”

“You should’ve ignored him,” Pietro shrugged.

“I tried. Sadly, my ears hurt if I raised the volume to the maximum,” you sighed.

“Bummer. At least Wanda baked your favorite.”

“Did she?” You stopped your walk, your smile reflecting the warm happiness you felt inside.

“Duh. She missed you, even though she denies it,” he winked knowingly.

“I hope so,” you felt your cheeks flush, but didn’t bother to hide it. Pietro has been your confident ever since you two met.

“You know just because you broke up doesn’t mean the love is gone. Right?” Pietro questioned, opening the passenger door. Always the gentleman he was.

“Doesn’t mean one can’t move on,” you countered.

“Touché.” Pietro closed the door before he trotted to the driver’s, getting into the car.

Pietro’s words replaying over and over did nothing to placate the old thoughts that filled your mind, muffling the songs coming from the car’s stereo, making the drive to your parents' house shorter than what it really was.

The sole fact you’d be facing the girl you've had practically ran away from had your body cells vibrating in anticipation the closer you walked towards the front door and your pulse quickened increasingly fast as you knocked on the door.

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I have been falling for a long time

Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Request- The reader is the son of Dante from the devil may cry series but he hasn’t told the team or Wanda that he is a half devil because he’s scared who they will react and across it will scare Wanda. So on the rare occasion the team has a day off Dante and Vergil decide to drop by unannounced because Dante misses his kid and wants to meet the heroes (also because Vergil misses his nephew but he won’t say that and instead will say he’s testing your power)and Dante had the bright idea to just randomly start attacking without saying anything

You and Wanda are at home, carving pumpkins together. You and Wanda have to take out the insides of the pumpkin.

“I always wanted to do this” Wanda smiled.

“I thought it would be boring but it's not,” You said.

“Are you going to carve a scary face?” Wanda asked.

“I will try” You smiled.

You and Wanda start to carve faces on the pumpkin.

“Babe, can I ask you something?” Wanda asked.

“Sure,” You said.

“How come, you don't want me to meet your family? We have been dating for a long time now. You know everything about me and met Pietro and my dad. Feels like I don't know everything about you” Wanda said.

You haven't told your girlfriend about your family and what you are. You don't want her to be scared of you or worse hate you. You always lie about why she can't meet the family and you are running out of excuses.

“Wanda… It's not a good time right now” You said.

“Why?” Wanda asked.

“Because my dad is sick and he has the flu. And I don't want us to get sick” You lied.

“Okay, I understand. How's the pumpkin coming along?” Wanda said.

“Not bad… I think” You said unsure.

Your pumpkin isn't scary and Wanda carved a happy face. Then you and Wanda put the pumpkins on the window. Later, you and Wanda cuddle on the couch and watch a movie.

——

Vergil and Dante are home.

“Brother, have you noticed everything is calm right now,” Vergil said.

“It is,” Dante said.

“We should take advantage of this and have some real fun,” Vergil said.

“We should go see, Y/n. I miss him and we haven't seen him since he left home” Dante said.

Vergil does miss his nephew but won't say it.

“Are you going to call him?” Vergil asked.

“No; how about we surprise him” Dante smiled.

“The element of attacking, good idea,” Vergil said.

“Let’s go before something ruins this moment,” Dante said.

“Okay,” Vergil said.

Before leaving they went to gather some clothes and weapons. Your father Dante, knows where you live because you told him before.

—

Nick Fury and Steve, are making everyone do bonding training exercises. Because lately, everyone hasn't been getting along and the last mission went terribly wrong. Everyone is outside near the shield building. You are standing next to Wanda, but you aren't paying attention to their speech on working together.

But Vergil and Dante spotted you standing next to Wanda. They don't know that she is your girlfriend and they are on the roof, looking at you. Dante takes out his gun and sword, then Vergil takes out his sword. The building isn't too far from where you are standing. Nick and Steve will make you and others train next to the woods. But you rather be in bed sleeping and wake up in the afternoon.

“Ready?” Vergil asked.

“Yeah, let's give him a big hug” Dante smirked.

Vergil and Dante started to walk backward, and then they started to run very fast and jumped off the roof. They managed to reach the distance from where you were standing. You didn't have time to fight back, suddenly you felt your head on the ground extremely hard. Your skull cracked open.

“Hello, nephew” Vergil yelled.

You start to heal fast then you sit up. Wanda is using her magic to fight your father and uncle. Natasha joins in and starts to fight them, then the guys start to fight Dante and Vergil. You stand up and you use your magic to summon your sword.

“This is one hell of a reunion” You smirked.

Your father starts to run towards you and you block his attack.

“Dad!?” You yelled.

“You forgot how your father looks?” Dante asked.

“Y/n, he is your father!?” Wanda yelled.

You and your father keep fighting.

“Yes! He is my father. Dad, what are you doing here? Why you didn't call?” You said.

“Why are you two fighting?” Steve asked.

“This is how we say hi,” Vergil said.

You have some blood on your face, due to hitting the ground. You and your dad stopped fighting then he hugged you.

“What the hell is going on?” Nick yelled.

“This is my father Dante and my uncle Vergil,” You said.

Wanda is waiting for you to tell them that she is your girlfriend.

“Dad, this is the team I'm part of the Avengers. We were supposed to do group training” You said.

Wanda cleared her throat.

“Oh! Sorry. Ummm, dad, this is my girlfriend Wanda Maximoff” You said.

“Nice to meet you,” Wanda said.

“Nice to meet you. Y/n, you didn't tell me that you have a girlfriend?” Dante asked.

“And you said no one would date you because you are a demon,” Vergil said.

“Demon?” Everyone said at the same time.

“What does he mean, that you are a demon?” Wanda asked.

“Yes, my son is a demon it runs in the family. That's why he can heal extremely fast during combat” Dante said.

“I didn't tell you or anyone because… because people will treat me differently and won't trust me because I'm half demon,” You said.

“Why did you lie to me, about everything?” Wanda asked.

You began to stutter then Wanda walked away, then you sighed. You run after her but she needs space and she keeps walking away.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

Since finding out that you are half-demon, you and Wanda have been arguing for days. Your dad and uncle went to see you and Wanda, but they heard you two arguing from the bedroom.

“Do you think she will forgive him?” Vergil asked.

“Tough to say. From what I heard, they have been dating for two years and he never told her” Dante said.

“Is he ashamed?” Vergil asked.

“Remember the last girl he dated? He told her and we had to fight the hunters” Dante said.

“Well, they deserved to die,” Vergil said.

Dante nods. They stopped talking because they started to hear what you and Wanda were yelling about.

“Why did you lie to me?!” Wanda yelled.

“I didn't lie to you!” You yelled.

“I told you everything about myself and you didn't! How do you think, I felt when I found out that you were half-demon by your dad attacking you? I don't know if I can trust you, Y/n” Wanda said.

“I’m sorry I didn't tell you. But you can trust me, Wanda. I have been there for you through everything” You yelled.

“But you lied to me about you who are! That is a huge part of you!” Wanda yelled.

You and Wanda kept going back and forth yelling at each other. Then Dante and Vergil, watched Wanda storm out of the apartment. She slammed the door extremely hard then you came out of the bedroom.

“Everything better?” Vergil asked.

You glared at your uncle.

“We live together and she kicked me out,” You said.

“Why you didn't tell her?” Dante asked.

“Because what happened with my last ex-girlfriend, remember? I was scared, Wanda would be like that” You said.

“Give her space then talk to her,” Dante asked.

“If that doesn't work out, then dump her and find someone else,” Vergil said.

“I have to pack,” You said.

You went back to the bedroom, then you started to pack your clothes. Then you went to a hotel with your father and uncle.

——

For days you have been moping around and didn't go on missions. Steve would call but you ignore his calls, then Natasha would call or send you emails but she would threaten you to answer her back. But you don't care if she gets mad at you for not answering, then Scott tried to cheer you but it didn't work.

“Are you in love with her?” Dante asked.

“Yeah, but I haven't told her. Do you think she would forgive me?” You said.

You are sitting on the bed and your dad sits next to you.

“She will forgive you, just give it time. How did you meet her?” Dante asked.

“When I first joined the Avengers, I met her there and it was love at first sight for me,” You said.

“She will come around and when she does, tell her the truth,” Dante said.

He smacked the back of your head, then you started to rub your head.

“What was that for!?” You yelled.

“For being an idiot and not telling her that you are a demon!” Dante yelled.

You glared at your father.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

You found out that the team had to pick sides Steve or Tony. Also, you and Wanda are not talking to each other at all. You went to the airport with your dad and uncle.

“What's the plan?” Dante asked

“I don't want them to fight and I don't want anyone to hurt Wanda,” You said.

“That’s it?” Vergil asked.

“Yes! Yeah, that's it. What else did you expect?” You said

“Looks like someone woke up grumpy,” Vergil said.

“Whatever” You mumbled.

You made it to the airport in time. They were about to fight, then you stood in the middle.

“Come on, guys we don't have to fight,” You said.

“You don't know what is going on, kid. So step aside” Tony said.

“You have to pick a side,” Steve said.

“No!” You yelled.

Everyone watched you transform into your true form as a devil. Your eyes become red, and you are tall and have wings, a long tail, and massive claws.

“Y/n?” Wanda said.

“That’s his true form as a demon,” Vergil said.

You used your claws to break the ground.

“No one will fight!” You yelled.

Wanda moved closer to you.

“Fight him then we will fight against all of you,” Vergil said then he took out his sword.

“My brother is right,” Dante said.

The fight was about to start, but Wanda used her magic to stop everyone. Then you look at Tony and Steve, and you summon your sword with your magic.

“Fine, we won't fight,” Steve said.

“Tony?” Wanda said.

“Okay, okay, we won't fight,” Tony said.

——

Wanda forgave you and you told her why you didn't tell her. You are happy that she let you move back in with her.

“So, happy that we are here alone” Wanda smiled.

You took your girlfriend to the park for a picnic date. You and Wanda start to kiss each other then the date gets ruined because your uncle and father arrive.

“This is a private date,” You said.

“We just want to get to know, Wanda that's all,” Vergil said.

“Uncle V, you hate fun and people,” You said.

“Y/n, I don't mind they are here,” Wanda said.

“Listen to your girlfriend, punk,” Vergil said.

He puts you in a headlock then he starts to mess up your hair.

“Uncle Vergil!” You yelled.

Wanda starts to laugh. You punched your uncle in the stomach then he pushed you to the ground. Wanda moved away and watched you wrestle with your uncle.

“Is everyone like this all the time?” Wanda asked.

“Yes. Welcome to the family, Wanda” Dante said.

“Oh…” Wanda said.

“Wanda, please keep an eye on my son even when you are apart,” Dante said.

“I promise,” Wanda said.

“If you ever need anything, just call me or my brother Vergil,” Dante said.

“I will keep that in mind. Are you going to stop them?” Wanda said.

“Will try” Dante said.

Your father did try to stop you and Vergil, but then he joined the fight.

“Kids” Wanda sighed

She used her magic to stop you three from fighting.

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Like a Spectre

Wanda Maximoff x Death!Reader

Something had been following the Scarlet Witch since Westview. She could hear the faint whistle, sometimes it was further away, sometimes it was right behind her ear.

She studied the Darkhold. She knew the whistle all too well. It was yours. Death incarnate.

Wanda was out tending to her hex version of a cabin when she heard the whistle.

She looked around. No one. She turned back to her task and came face to face with you. Your blackened cloak, your hooded face. Your red eyes and crooked smile.

“Wanda” you whisper, “leave this path”

“You know nothing of my path!” She spat out, “it’s the only way to get them back”

“This path leads only to me. Death”

“You are its avatar. You are not-!”

“Oh I am death. And I don’t mean metaphorically or poetically or rhetorically or any other fancy word.” You bring your scythes up to her eyeline, “I’m Death straight up”

Wanda tried to fire a bolt, it went right through you. She took a step back.

“Pursue Chavez and your path will lead straight to me” you whisper in her ear. “And I’ll be watching you. Closely”

You turn and get ready to leave. “Leave this path. Honor the deaths of those you lost. Live for them. Then you shall know peace”

“I’m taking back everything you took from me!” Wanda screamed at you.

“I did not take anything from you! Vision gave himself for you! Pietro gave his life to save a friend. There’s no higher place in the afterlife for them than the wonderful place that I’ve given them!” You explain. “Honor them and you may join them someday”

Wanda shutters. Could her loved ones really be in a better place?

“I’ll be watching you, Maximoff.” You begin to fade away, “I’ll start off in the distance. But if you pursue this path, I’ll be whistling in your ear in no time”

You whistle your little tune as you disappear into the mist.

Wanda could only stare at where you were and then she looked to the Darkhold.

America was the key and she was going to get her sons back.

She wouldn’t stop. Even if Death itself was in her way.

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Matching

tony x daughter!reader/ mention of tattoos, birthday, avengers, tony getting emotional i know surprising, alcohole and a shit ton of fluff (You decided to make give your dad a gift he will never forget)

Your dad was gonna be 46 and you decided to make it speciale. You walked towords the tattoo shop with peter who you had been practicing how to copy voices along with vis. You walked in and got into the chair as the artist had everything ready while peter show going thru a book full of tattoos.

As the artist started working on your left and you looked over to peter. 'You know could get a tattoo yourself.' He lifted his head, eyed wide as if you suggested to steal thor poptarts. 'May would kill me!' You rolled your eyes with a smile knowing at his age you done way worse. 'You can just get a small one on somewhere like the bottom of your foot.' You commented not really putting any further thought behind it but he did end up getting a spider tattoo on the bottom of his foot.

As a typical stark party there is way more drinks then there probably should but far more tame then previous birthdays your dad threw. iron man 2 anyon- anyway, the amount of people was also at a far more reasonable number at some point your dad decided he was tired of waiting and started to open the gifts. You choose to be a troll this year though because you made sure your gift was the last and it was packed in a big wooden box making your dad scoff. 'Kid i raised you i'm prepared.' He left The room and came back with his hand covered the iron man repulsor only to find a concrete layer on the inside making people laugh.

'How thick is that layer?' 'Eh about inch or 3.' 'A inch or 3?'

You simple shurged and your dad rolled his eyes at you as he continued to tear his way to your gift at somepoint he found a small safe written on it alpaca. Everyone including your dad was confused.

'Its a hint.' You simpley stated trying to hold back laughing remembering your 8 birthday. Its was the first birthday you would spend without your mom son tony tired to make it extra speciale and bought jareld, a alpaca that ended up spitting all over your dad.

It took less then a minute for your dad to figure out what you ment and he just playfully glared at you before putting in the date. He found his helmet wrapped up in plastic. 'So YOU took it.' 'Well techically pietro did.' 'Hey keep me out of it!' He shouted in his heavy sokovian accent. He started to rip the plastic away while the others are enjoying the show and the birthday card fell out of it. He picked it up and open it finding a receipt.

'What is this?' 'Vis you can stop concealing now.' You raised you hand, clearing your voice.

'I am, Iron Man.'

You imitated your dad voice and face he has while working on the suit. Tony eyes widen as he saw the repulsor tattoo. He recognized the design, it was based off the mark 3. 'Oh and look at the back.' You turned your hand to saw the tiny the acr reactor that says 'proof tony stark has a heart'. He took his sunglasses off to make sure he saw it right.

'I should get one too.' Your dad father said and for the first time in your life you were speechless. So much so that the only thing that came out of your mouth wasn't even a word just a sound. 'Eh?'

'Yeah i should get one based off of your suit.' He put the glasses back on althought there was something about the way he said it that was very unfamiliar. 'Uh sure why not? It would look cute for the media anywa- wait... Are you crying???' Who the fuck is this and what did they do to your dad?

'What? pfft no i- oh who am i kidding?!' Tony exclaimed rather dramaticly. He grabbed your face squishing your cheeks slighty while smiling at you, only confusing you more.

'Umm dad?'

'You turned out perfect.'

'Thanks dad.'

You simply returned the smile knowing this was your father way of saying he loves you without having to say it.

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Closes thing i found to what inmagine the tattoo to be like

and based the fic off of this song

MaRynn Taylor - Dads and Daughters (Official Lyric Video) - YouTube

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James-Pt.2

Pairing: James Potter x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: angst!!!

Word Count: 1.8K+

Part 1

“Yeah my name is James. What does that have to do with anything? Can someone please explain to me what the hell is going on?” Bucky had no idea the simultaneous unfolding that was occurring in yours and Pietro’s brains. 

“Have you ever been to England? To a town…to a neighborhood called Godric’s Hollow?” Pietro asked. 

“What’s going on?” Steve stepped forward to stand next to Bucky.

“No I’ve never been to England.” Bucky said with his arms crossed. 

“Actually,” Natasha cleared her throat, “Tony found the log that HYDRA used to keep track of where they sent you. They sent you to England in the 1980s to work under their British contact. Does that timeline match up?” She looked at you and Pietro. You nodded, feeling like all the blood had drained from your body.

“Do you have the name of this…British contact?” Pietro asked. Bucky looked panicked now, the way he did when his past with HYDRA was brought up. Natasha and Steve looked at Tony who had apparently left and was now re-entering the room with a leather bound book in hand.

“A guy named Tom Riddle.” Tony said, unusually serious.

“Oh my god,” You felt your knees go weak. 

“Who is Tom Riddle?” Steve asked. 

“Voldemort. The man who murdered our son.” Pietro’s hands were shaking, “I’m going to kill you.” Pietro lunged for Bucky. The entire room exploded with everyone talking over each other and yelling as Sam and Thor separated Pietro and Bucky. Steve ran to you and grabbed your shoulders. 

“You know that Bucky was under HYDRA influence and anything he did at that point is not his own fault. He’s a victim.” Steve was speaking very fast. 

“I don’t understand, though. I don’t understand why did you ask Voldemort to spare me?” You asked, tears in your eyes.

“I didn’t.” Bucky grit his teeth. 

“J-Pietro do you still have your wand?” You asked.

“He’s staring at you again.” James laughed, his arm heavy over your shoulders. You looked behind you as you strolled around the Black lake. It was some guy who worked with Filch. One of Dumbledore’s initiatives as headmaster was to make sure that there were programs at Hogwarts for squibs like Filch. There was a man that worked under Filch who seemed to be just a few years older than you and your friends. He was creepy, quiet, and kept to himself, with his body concealed under thick black robes and black gloves no matter how warm it got. He didn’t seem to like anyone or anything but he would stare at you from the shadows. When you made eye contact you would always smile and if you passed him in the hall you’d always say hello but something about him creeped you out. 

“Shut up,” you hit James’s shoulder playfully. 

“What?” James said with feigned innocence, “I don’t want to interrupt time with your boyfriend.”

“You’re such a dick,” you chuckled, but still felt uneasy and you looked back over your shoulder and saw the man staring at you. 

You and James walked down the path until the Three Broomsticks were in sight. You could see Sirius, Remus, and Peter making their way towards a table but you also saw the man again, staring from a tree next to the pub. You grabbed James’ arm and stopped walking.

“Can we go to Hog’s Head instead?”

“Hog’s Head? Why the hell would you we go there-oh,” James followed your eyes until he saw the man, “Alright, I’m going to talk to this bloke. This has gone on far too long.”

“No!” You tightened your grip on James’ arm, “Let’s just go. It’s not worth it.” You shook your head. James looked between you and the man for a moment before sighing.

“Alright,” The two of you walked down so you were close to the windows of the pub and James wrapped his knuckle on the glass of the window to get his friends’ attention, “Hog’s Head!” 

“Are you kidding me?” Sirius said, holding his mug of recently purchased butterbeer. Remus tapped his finger against the bottom of the glass and Sirius proceeded to chug the entire thing while Peter cheered. Then the boys raced out to meet you.

“Why are we going to Hog’s Head?” Remus asked. 

“Yeah I think I burned my throat,” Sirius wrapped his hand around his neck and stuck out his tongue. 

“It’s less crowded at Hog’s Head,” you shrugged. 

“Ah so the stalker’s back?” Sirius teased.

“Leave her alone,” James shoved Sirius as you all entered the darker pub.

“What exactly are you all saying?” Bucky took a step back as Pietro tried to take a step towards him, stopped by Thor’s heavy hand on his chest. 

“Voldemort told me that James wanted to spare me before he killed me.” You said

“I would never do that,” Pietro said at the same time as Bucky said, 

“What does that have to do with me?”

“I know you wouldn’t do that,” you said, looking back at Pietro, “Bucky what was your assignment for HYDRA? What were you doing for Tom Riddle?”

“I don’t know!”

“Do you have any veritaserum?” Pietro shook his head.

“No,” you thought for a moment, “but I do have a pensive.”

“What can I get you all?” The waitress at Hog’s Head asked.

“Uh four butterbeers and a firewhisky for me, love.” Sirius said, batting his eyelashes a bit.

“Alright then, five butterbeers.” The waitress rolled her eyes and disappeared behind the bar. The other boys were laughing at Sirius when you saw the man again through the window.

“I, uh, I’ll be right back. I see Lily Evans walking and I need to borrow her herbology book later tonight.” You said, rising from the booth.

“You want me to come?” James asked, a little half-heartedly as he was trying to put Peter into a headlock.

“No, no, I’m alright,” you hurried out of the pub. You marched directly up to the man which he obviously was not expecting because he tried to run but you pulled out your wand and yelled, 

“Petrificus totalus!”

The man dropped to the ground. You reversed the spell and stood over him with your arms crossed. 

“Why are you following me? Can you just leave me alone?”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, pushing his hood back a little. You were able to see a part of face, his dark hair and eyes but that was all.

“Are you Russian? I’ve never seen a Russian at Hogwarts.” You didn’t want him to leave, now. You had too many questions. 

“I have to get back.” He ran before you could ask the rest of them.

“What the hell is a pensive?” Steve asked, his eyes practically shaking inside his head.

“We can extract his memories.” Pietro said.

“No fucking way,” Bucky crossed his arms.

“Yeah come on that’s a little ridiculous,” Sam said.

“I think you should do it,” Wanda said, looking strangely calm. You had to imagine she was scanning your brains to make sure you and Pietro had not been lying. 

“This man murdered my son. I don’t really care what he wants.” Pietro’s chest was heaving, “Accio wand!” Pietro’s wand flew into his hand and he pointed it at Bucky.

“James! Stop it!” You said, “Expelliarmus!” You couldn’t really explain how you were feeling on the inside. Some part of you, a large part of you, felt betrayed and nearly nauseous at the thought of Bucky being involved in the destruction of your life at Godric’s Hollow. But you also couldn’t help but still feel a strange sort of attachment to Bucky. You had dated Bucky for years and if Bucky was who you thought he was…he did save you.

“James,” you shoved James’s shoulder lightly. The first ray of sunlight was piercing through the darkness of the early morning and James had promised last night that he would practice quidditch with you. You lost your last shred of hope that James would honor that promise when he tossed his arm over his eyes and groaned. You shoved him again, “James! You promised we would play quidditch this morning!”

“Oh god it’s too early!” He mumbled. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled your body closer to his, “Just stay in bed, baby.”

“Come on! If you’re not coming then I’m going on my own,” you pulled yourself out of bed and shook at the chilly morning air. 

“It’s all foggy out! You know that means a dementor could be lurking around,” James said sleepily, propping himself up on his forearms but his eyes were still practically closed. 

“I’ll be alright, go back to bed.” You gave James a quick kiss on the forehead. 

“Shut the fuck up!” Sirius said, wrapping his pillow around his ears. You walked out to the quidditch pitch, broom in hand, waving your hand in front of your eyes to try to cut through the fog. It was cold-really, really, really cold-and you were shaking as you released the snitch and kicked off with your broom. You were out on the pitch for probably twenty minutes when you felt an intense cold wave run down your spine. You knew you should’ve landed your broom and ran like hell but you turned to see what was behind you. It was a dementor. And god damn were you cursing everything for leaving your wand in your bag down on the ground. You lost your balance and began to plummet towards the ground. You were able to fall in a way that saved your back from breaking but you knew you were due to see Madame Pomfrey. You crawled backwards from the dementor, hoping and praying someone would be out on this early Saturday morning. The dementor’s long finger was reaching its way towards your face when a silvery hand shot out and grabbed the dementor by the throat. The dementor seemed to pause and then flail, obviously confused. The hand threw the dementor backwards and then dropped your wand in your lap. You looked up and saw the man who had watching you all these months. 

“What are you waiting for?” He barked. You shook your head to clear it and yelled, 

“Expecto patronum!” You waited until the dementor had disappeared before you looked back at the man. “Okay, who the hell are you? How did you do that?”

“I can’t tell you,” the man mumbled, putting his glove back on. 

“What’s your name, at least?”

“James.”

“Okay. Thank you, James.” 

“Oh my god,” things were piecing together in your mind, “it’s you. You were the watcher.” You looked up at Bucky.

“Who’s side are you on?” Pietro asked.

“Did you murder my son?” You asked Bucky. 

“I don’t know,” Bucky took a deep breath before looking deep into your eyes, “Take my memories. I want you to know.” 

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