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writing-house-of-m · 6 months

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Kiss and Make Up

Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader

Warnings: Oral and fingering. MINORS DNI

Summary: You and Wanda make up in the best way possible

A/N: You can all thank braining 'anon' for this one, this is for you mate! No pronouns used for Reader. I was very close to making this Natasha x Reader 🤭

Enjoy and let me know what you think!

The two of you don't fight that often, but it can get pretty ugly when it does happen.

After you apologised for overreacting, it was time to kiss and make up. What you hadn't planned on was the kiss escalating as far as it has.

Your once clouded mind is now empty, filled with Wanda's whimpering moans because right now you're knuckle deep inside of her.

Wanda's smell pierces your nostrils as your lips wrap around her bud while lewd sounds from the pumping of your fingers fill the room.

By now you have forgotten what it even was you were arguing about.

Your tongue runs through her folds then your attention is back to swiping against Wanda's bundle of nerves, revelling in the way it throbs with need, her whining encouraging you.

But you want Wanda to scream your name so you curl your fingers in just the right angle, smiling when you hear the shriek that leaves her lips. Wanda smacks her hands over her face fearing she is too loud.

Moving away you tell Wanda to remove them because you want to hear her. You know how loud she can get so in that moment you make it your goal to see if you can get her even higher than you ever have before.

You are latched on to Wanda as you curl your fingers again, this time sucking her clit harsher than before at the same time earning you a slightly louder and longer shriek. You smirk at the result but know you have a way to go yet.

Your hand presses against her lower stomach to keep her hips down as she squirms around trying to raise them. Wanda's sounds are uncontrollable now, between screaming your name and begging incoherently, you know she's close.

As she reaches her high, Wanda's legs wrap around your head, smothering you, making you grunt which only adds to her pleasure but you keep at your current assault knowing it won't be much longer until it is over. The grip around you tightens so much more it makes you wonder if this is how it feels to be the victim of an anaconda.

You can barely hear anything at this point but you are sure you hear your name at the top of Wanda's lungs, the only sound that comes through is muffled. Wanda's muscles twitch and she gushes all over the bottom half of your face, your hand and the sheets below as she reaches her high.

Deep slow strokes take over to prolong her climax while you remove your mouth to take a deep breath when her legs loosen around you. As you catch your breath you see just how much mess Wanda has made.

Wanda is gasping as she comes down from her high. You take the opportunity to remove your fingers and clean up some of her arousal with your mouth. Your tongue swiping up what it can from Wanda's thighs and the less sensitive areas of her center.

Feeling Wanda's hand stroking your hair back makes you look up at her. She looks so blissed out with her hooded eyes and flushed cheeks. You can't help yourself so you crawl up her body.

Getting to eye level Wanda cups your cheeks, bringing you in to kiss you slowly, moaning at the taste of herself when your tongues meet.

Laying next to her you close your eyes to try to regulate your own breathing.

By the time you open them again to look at Wanda she is already looking at you whilst biting her bottom lip making you smile at her.

"You know, I don't even remember what we were fighting about," you say with a raised eyebrow.

Wanda lays on her side and snuggles next to you, her face going into your neck. "I think you fucked out all of my thoughts too," Wanda mumbles against you.

When her teeth graze your skin you move your head to give her more space. You close your eyes again as her tongue strokes over the same area making you hum appreciatively.

Turning your head you capture her lips with yours, pulling her in as close as possible with your hand on the back of her head.

Wanda's hand pulls up your shirt you still haven't removed because of how desperate you were to get to Wanda. When your stomach is bare she sits atop of you, making you gasp because you feel how wet she is.

Your hands go to her hips when Wanda moves them soaking the area. "Maybe we should fight more often if this is what comes from it," Wanda exclaims, clearly affected by her movements.

One of your hands goes to the back of Wanda's neck as you rise into an almost sitting position making Wanda gasp at the movement. You pull her in to kiss the dopey smile off her lips.

With your foreheads resting against each other, Wanda's breathing is erratic as it blows over your face. Your arms wrap around her waist to stop Wanda making her whine.

"Well, only one of us has come so far," you breathe out equally as affected.

Before Wanda can complain about the sudden lack of movement you flip her on to her back telling her to take off her shirt while you get undressed.

In a matter of seconds you are back on top of Wanda, spreading her legs and lining yourself up with her.

It wasn't a big fight but you sure will get the most out of the making up process.

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therealdisneyfan2319 · 1 year

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Woman of the Night | Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Wanda has kept what she does for a living a secret from you the entire time you’ve been together. The night you accidentally find out changes everything.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, mild language, age gap (Wanda is 38, R is 25), suggestive content, minors DNI

Word Count: 4.9K

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A/N: I’d like to thank @cthulhus-curse for uttering three words that changed my world: Stripper MILF Wanda. I give them full credit for this amazing idea. They have their own INCREDIBLE fic called “Cherry Waves” which y’all should check out too! Enjoy!

Taking one final look in the mirror before you left your apartment, you nervously tousled your hair for the millionth time. It wasn’t every day you had a first date. In fact, it had been a couple of years since you had gone on any sort of date at all.

It’s not that you didn’t want to date: after graduating from college and getting a job as an accountant at one of the Tri-State Area’s most prestigious law firms, it wasn’t at the forefront of your mind. The tipping point was when one of your closest friends from college, Steve, got engaged to his longtime girlfriend. He was the first of your friends to get married. It didn’t matter that he was a few years older than you, or that they’d been together for almost a decade, you suddenly felt the need to keep up with the Joneses.

You’d never tried dating apps before, so you downloaded the first one you saw. As you created your profile, you saw the general age range was set from 18-49. What the heck, you thought, deciding not to change it. Age gaps didn’t really bother you.

Once your profile was set up, you flopped down onto your bed. Pictures of different women flashed across your screen. It turned you off almost instantaneously. It all seemed so transactional, swiping one way or another simply based on her looks and a few generic questions. You lazily flicked through them swiping left or right haphazardly until a certain redhead caught your eye.

The woman was absolutely gorgeous. Her profile picture was her sitting on the beach gazing out over the ocean. Her red hair cascaded down her body, accented by the dep blue waves crashing against the sand and the clear blue sky. Her emerald green eyes were stunning. You saw those in the next picture, a candid shot of her popping a bottle of champagne. There was no doubt that she was hands down the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen.

You scanned her profile and learned that her name was Wanda, she was 38, and that she lived in Westview. It didn’t phase you that she was 13 years older than you, you swiped right anyways. Much to your surprise the app announced that you two were a match. Your face burned red knowing that she swiped right on you first. Had she felt the same way when she saw you? Did the world around her come to a complete standstill as she swiped through your pictures? God you hoped so.

After a few brief text exchanges, Wanda agreed to meet you for drinks after she got out of work on Saturday. She agreed to meet you at one of your favorite bars. You hoped Wanda wouldn’t find it too immature. That was your biggest worry: that she’d find you too childish for her liking. Those thoughts danced through your mind while you waited for her. You threw back the shot of vodka you ordered in one gulp, the liquor burning your throat as it traveled down to your stomach. There was no way you’d be able to do this totally sober.

“Y/N?”

You spun around as a voice you never heard before called your name. It was her. It had to be. A voice that sweet and melodic could only belong to her. As you turned you locked eyes with the emerald ones that had infiltrated the depths of your consciousness for the better part of a week. They were even more mesmerizing in person.

“Wanda?” You managed to choke out, disguising your dumbstruck awe as a cough.

“Hi!” she responded enthusiastically, taking her coat off and slinging it over the empty stool next to her. “Sorry I’m a little late. I got stuck at work,” she apologized while she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“That’s okay,” you replied in earnest.

The two of you soon fell into an easy rhythm of conversation. Wanda was surprisingly easy to talk to. She told you all about herself. How she was divorced from her husband and raising her twin boys, Billy and Tommy, by herself. Her strength and courage impressed you. She was also uncommonly kind and had a wicked sense of humor. She told jokes that made even you blush.

“So what do you do for work?” she asked, swirling her lipstick stained straw around her drink.

“I’m an accountant at a law firm. Nelson and Murdock. Have you heard of them?” Wanda shook her head as you took another sip of your beer. “It’s a good job. Good pay, good people, good vacation time…that’s all that really matters in a job, right?”

Wanda chuckled, shaking her head at your youthful optimism. She found the straw without breaking eye contact with you. You swallowed hard as she stared at you with a twinkle in her eye, the room growing hotter by the second. “So what do you do?”

Wanda sucked her drink a little faster, pausing as she came up for air. Her confident demeanor faltered ever so slightly. She tilted her head, thinking before she spoke.

“I’m a secret agent with the CIA. So I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.” She shot you a knowing wink before she motioned to the bartender for another drink. The way Wanda completely avoided the subject told you the real answer was more complicated than she was willing to let on.

When Wanda told you she wanted to see you again, you were equally relieved and ecstatic. That first date was an undeniable success, as made evident by the way she slammed you up against a dumpster behind the bar and crashed her lips into yours. The sensation of her soft lips against yours was pure ecstasy. You were grateful for both the dumpster and the tight grip you had on her hips because you were sure your knees would give out otherwise.

Over the next few months, you saw each other as much as you could, which wasn’t enough for either of you. Wanda was simultaneously balancing a demanding work schedule with being a single mother and you were drowning in quarterly reports. Yet through the late night trysts, stolen moments, phone calls, text messages, and video chats, one thing never changed: Wanda never revealed what she actually did. Any mention of it was met with a sarcastic remark and a different answer every time. It didn’t bother you too much, but you wondered what she did that made her not want to tell you about it.

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“Okay we’ve got the steaks, we’ve got the cigars, we’ve got the booze, we’ve got Bucky’s Gamecube, all we need is the stripper,” Sam rattled off as he went down the checklist.

“Woah!” you interjected as you ripped the list from him. “Steve’s not gonna want a stripper. Come one, we all know the guy’s a total square when it comes to that sort of stuff.”

“You, sir, need to learn to live a little,” Bucky chided as he smacked your shoulder. The three of you had taken it upon yourselves to plan Steve’s bachelor party. The lot of you had met in college. Steve was a grad student and Bucky and Sam were upperclassmen when you met them your freshman year on the rugby team. While Bucky and Sam were the party animals of the group, you and Steve weren’t. Steve was the clean cut one, which led to rumors that he was secretly a Mormon or Quaker or something like that. But they were just rumors. The truth of the matter was that Steve simply wasn’t interested in that sort of stuff. He’d be thrilled with steaks, beer, cigars, and video games at his bachelor party. But a stripper?

“I don’t know, guys. I’m not sure it’s the best idea.”

“Steve said he was down for anything when I asked, so technically it’s his own fault,” Sam smirked. You chuckled, letting out an exasperated sigh as you shook your head. There was no way of talking Sam and Bucky out of this insane idea.

“I mean, you got me there, Sam,” you relented. “You guys know any good ones?”

The three of you grabbed your phones, looking up the best reviewed strip clubs in the area. If Steve’s bachelor party was going to have a stripper, then you were going to have the best stripper you could afford.

“Oh here’s one!” Bucky shouted. “Wait nevermind. We can’t afford that.”

“What about this one? Top Notch Stippers? They’ve got great reviews and they’re more affordable than the other place,” Sam suggested. You plopped over on the arm of the chair and peered over his shoulder.

“Cool! Let’s book it!” Bucky exclaimed.

Sam dialed the number and promptly thrust the phone in your face. “Thanks,” you muttered, rolling your eyes.

“Top Notch Strippers, this is Kelly speaking, how may I help you?” a perky voice asked from the other end of the line.

“Uh, yeah…I need to book someone for a bachelor party next Saturday night…please.” You heard the clacking of a keyboard over the line.

“Great! Is there any one of our performers you’d like to request?”

The question made you freeze. God, this was so awkward. Your face reddened with embarrassment. “Umm, how about your best one?” you managed to squeak out. “It’s, uhh, it’s my buddy’s bachelor party.” You didn’t know why you felt the need to explain yourself to the woman on the other end.

“Gotcha. She’s a good one, too. Everybody loves her.” You smiled weakly. “Now what’s the address and what time?”

“Umm, 9 pm?” Bucky and Sam nodded. “Yeah 9. And the address is, uhh…” “247 Westbrook Drive,” Sam whispered.

“247 Westbrook Drive,” you blurted. Another moment of silence told you she was inputting all of your information.

“And can I get a name and phone number?”

“Sam Wilson, and the number is…” Sam slapped his forehead and Bucky stifled a laugh by biting his fist while you gave Kelly Sam’s name and number.”

“Okay great. So your total of $800 will be due in cash the night of the event and that doesn’t include any tips or gratuities. A security guard will accompany her for her safety, which is standard protocol for every performance. If you need to cancel or reschedule, just give us at least 24 hours notice.”

“Great, okay, thanks then,” you replied before hanging up and tossing Sam back his phone.

“Why’d you give my name, man?” Sam whined as he caught it.

“Because it’s your house, dumbass,” you joked. “Oh, and it’s 800 bucks, so cough it up, assholes.”

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“So I’ll see you after the party then?” you asked Wanda.

“Yeah. I’m working tonight so I got a sitter for the boys. But they should be asleep by the time you get there. And-”

“I know, I know. Leave before they wake up and find their mom in bed with a strange man,” you smirked as you emptied a bag of ice into the cooler.

“I promise you’ll meet them soon, Y/N. I just don’t want to rush them.” That was the main reason Wanda hadn’t introduced you to them in your four months of dating. It had been less than two years since their dad completely walked out on them and it was still a sore subject of contention. Wanda worried that if you two didn’t work out for whatever reason they’d end up heartbroken all over again.

“Wanda, it’s okay! Really! I don’t want to rush you at all. I’ll meet them when I meet them!” You balanced your phone between your shoulder and ear as you emptied a box of beer cans into the cooler.

“What did I ever do to deserve a boyfriend as sweet as you?” Her voice was sweet as honey through the phone, causing you to melt. For as much as you adored Wanda she adored you even more. She made you smile, really smile, for the first time in your life.

“Hey listen I’ve gotta run,” you apologized as Bucky screamed about something going on with the grill while Sam ran around with the fire extinguisher. “I think Bucky’s trying to blow the place up.”

“Have fun playing fire marshall,” Wanda giggled. “I’ll see you tonight.”

After stopping Bucky from burning himself, you took over grill duty as the rest of your friends arrived. Steve showed up last, sheepishly accepting the taunts and applause from his groomsmen.

The evening was spent grilling, smoking, drinking, and racing Mario Kart on Bucky’s Gamecube. Steve was having an absolute blast, remaining totally ignorant to the performance that was looming overhead. As 9 pm grew closer, you grew more anxious. It was your head on the chopping block if this went south.

At 8:55 the doorbell rang.

“Who’s that?” Steve asked. “Don’t tell me you ordered pizza after all that food, Buck.”

“Nah, it’s the stripper,” Bucky answered, deeply engrossed in the race as his Waluigi overtook Scott Lang’s Wario for the lead.

“Ha! Good one!” Steve laughed as he took a swig of his beer.

“Can someone go let-damn it, Scott!-Can someone go let her in?!” Sam yelled as his Yoshi slipped on a banana peel.

“Yeah, I’ve got it. Where’s her money?” You stood up, searching around the room for the envelope with the money Sam and Bucky ponied up.

“It’s in my butt!” Sam leaned onto one side of his butt, the folded envelope peeking out of his back pocket. You snatched it from him and jogged to the door.

“Hold on!” you shouted as the bell rang a second time. A rush of anxiety pulsed through you as you saw a silhouette through the frosted glass. But there was nothing that could prepare you for what you saw when you opened the door.

“Sup? I’m Pietro. I’m working security tonight.” A tall, somewhat lanky man with half bleached hair stuck his hand out at you. “Are you Sam?”

“What?” You were slightly taken aback. “Oh, no. I’m Y/N. Sam’s inside playing Mario Kart with the rest of the guys. You’re not, umm…you know…” You peered around him, searching for another body.

“What, the stripper? No way broski, that’s way too much work,” Pietro laughed. “She’s on her way. Her babysitter was a little late.”

“Oh, okay. Well, why don’t you go inside then? There’s steak and beer if you want some. I can wait out here for her.” “Thanks, but I’ll pass on the refreshments. I’ll go in and read ‘em the riot act, but if you’re gonna wait for her, here it is: do not touch her, do not call her anything of a degrading nature, do not film or take pictures of her, and tip generously. Put a toe out of line and I’ll put you in traction, understood?” Pietro’s laid back demeanor completely shifted as he slipped into guard mode. The subtle shift in his face told you that he meant business. You gulped, nodding overenthusiastically. “Alright, man! You said they’re all inside?” As fast as he shifted into guard mode he shifted back again. “Yeah, they’re racing Mario Kart. The party’s for Steve, by the way. It’s just Sam’s house we’re using.”

“Sweet!” Pietro slapped you on the back. “Lemme know when she gets here,” he asked before swaggering into the house. Seeing as you were all alone, you sat in the rocking chair and waited. Before long, a car pulled into the driveway. It skidded to a stop as you stood, watching the dark figure inside rummage around for something before opening the door.

“Sorry I’m late. My babysitter was late and I couldn’t leave until she-” The woman, dressed in normal clothes and carrying a backpack, jogged up the steps of the porch and froze when she saw you. As your eyes focused in the dim light, you understood why.

It was Wanda.

“Wanda?” Your brain exploded. Words left you as you stared in horror at your girlfriend.

“Oh no,” she whispered as she dropped her eyes to the ground and covered her face with her hand.

An awkward pause settled between the two of you as you both stared at the ground. Of all the things Wanda could be, this was certainly not on your list of choices. The entire situation felt surreal, like you were watching the scene from above while your body simply went through the motions.

“So, umm, this is what you actually do then?” You finally broke the silence, awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck.

“Y/N-”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I mean it’s not a big deal. I just didn’t expect, y’know, this whole ‘woman of the night’ thing.”

“Woman of the night thing? Are you kidding me, Y/N?” Wanda scoffed. An incredulous look spread over her face as she recoiled in anger at your words. “I’m a stripper, not a prostitute! See, this is why I didn’t tell you. Because this is the reaction I get from every guy I’ve tried to date! They freak out, call me a slut, and that’s it!”

“So were you planning on just never telling me then? Just avoid the topic completely?” You stepped closer to her, your faces dangerously close as you felt your own rage burning. “How am I supposed to trust you if you can’t be honest with me?”

“I wanted to tell you, Y/N, I really did, but this isn’t the way I wanted you to find out.” She pinched her brow in exasperation as she turned away from you. “Look, can we talk about this later?”

You thrust the envelope at her. “Here’s your cash. Pietro’s inside. I’m gonna go. They’re back in the living room.” You opened the door for her, pushing past her as she entered.

“Hate to do this, but I’ve gotta dip. Family emergency,” you lied grabbing your hat and keys off the counter. “Steve, enjoy. Sam, text you later.”

“Everything good, man?” Bucky called as you sped down the hallway.

“Yeah, don’t worry. Have fun!” Wanda shot you a desperate, almost pleading look as you raced by. She was incredibly hurt by your words. You’d discovered her most intimate secret, something she shared equal parts pride and shame about, in the worst possible way and reacted the way she feared you would. You simply looked the other way.

You sat in your car absolutely frozen. Wanda was in a room with your best friends doing what she apparently did best. Kelly did say everyone loved her. So did you. Four short months and you were already head over heels in love with her. There were so many conflicting feelings over this new revelation. It was dizzying, the way your head spun at the absurdity of it all. Your older, divorced, mother-of-two girlfriend was a stripper and you had absolutely no idea until ten minutes ago. Worst of all you were ashamed at the way you reacted. You felt absolutely awful. You’d insulted her, accused her, and then completely dismissed her.

You couldn’t go back in there, not after that. And there was no way you could watch your girlfriend give your best friend a lap dance or whatever. So you started the car and made the short drive over to Westview.

You arrived at Wanda’s house a short time later, parking your car next to the sitter’s. A teenage girl appeared in the doorway, visibly confused at your appearance.

“Can I help you?” she called, cracking the screen door open slightly.

“Hey! I’m Y/N. Wanda’s my girlfriend. I told her I’d come over after she got back, but I think I’m a bit early.” You didn’t want to freak her out and you definitely didn’t want to let her know there was anything wrong. The younger girl didn’t respond, staring at you with a keen sense of distrust. “Look, I’m just gonna wait outside, okay? I’ll wait on the porch. You can text her if you want, she’ll tell you I’m okay.” You cautiously stepped toward the porch. She looked at you warily, sizing you up as she let the door shut. You heard a soft click as she locked it behind you. Sighing, you plopped on the top step and stared out into the clear dark night.

The bright glow of headlights jolted you awake as a car pulled into the drive. You must’ve nodded off as you waited for Wanda to return home. Both the porch light and headlights illuminated Wanda’s frame as she got out of the car. She slung her backpack over one shoulder and carried a pair of stilettos in the other. Her face seemed to carry the weight of the world in every crevice.

“You scared Kate a bit,” she said, giving you a half smile. “She called me all freaked out saying there was some weirdo claiming to be my boyfriend sitting on the porch, but that he couldn’t be my boyfriend because he was a literal child.”

“Cradle robber,” you joked. Wanda’s shoulders shrugged in a halfhearted chuckle. The tension between the two of you was unspoken but completely evident. Your stomach fluttered with butterflies as you thought of the impending conversation. You prayed that you hadn’t completely fucked things up between the two of you.

“Do you want to come in?”

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You sat in the kitchen, pushing around the leftover piece of pie Wanda set in front of you as she poured herself a large glass of wine. Although it was your favorite, you weren’t feeling all too hungry. There were so many things you wanted to say to her but you didn’t know how or where to start.

Wanda took a large gulp from her glass, sighing as she set it down on the counter. “So I guess you probably want to know about the whole-”

“Wanda-”

“I’m not proud of it, okay? Do you honestly think that I wanted to do this for a living?”

“Wanda-”

“I don’t like it like I did when I was younger, Y/N, but it’s allowed me to give the boys a much better life than I had growing up, even as a single mother,” she snapped.

“Wanda-” you tried for a third time to interrupt her, but she cut you off again.

“Look, I started stripping in college to make some extra spending money, okay? I went to an open call on a whim and booked it. And I liked it. I kept doing it even after I graduated. Vision was in grad school and his stipend and my first year teacher’s salary wasn’t cutting it. I’d go straight from school to the club every single day. I mean it was almost 20 hour days for a while. But when I got pregnant with the boys I had to take a step back. When I came back from maternity leave I knew there was no way I could keep doing that. So I stopped.” She took a long swig of the wine, her eyes squeezing shut as the tart liquid rolled down her throat. “Vision never knew, of course. Nobody did. But when he left I had to do something. So I went back. I went back to the long days and the babysitters and pretending that everything’s okay. That’s when I found out about the house calls. Once I started doing those on top of club work I made more money than I ever dreamed of as a teacher. So I quit to spend more time with the boys.”

She looked down, her head bowed over the sink as she stretched her arms across the counter. You watched as she squeezed her eyes shut again. She shook her head as she tried to clear the tears from her eyes. “That’s why I can’t ever get past the third date with anyone,” Wanda sniffled. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand as she turned around to lean against the counter. “I’ve been called a lot worse than “woman of the night” before.”

The urge to curl up in a ball and disappear was all-consuming as Wanda reminded you of the way you degraded her. There was no way you could ever take that back. It was short-sighted and cruel, the way you had insulted her work. She was so insecure about it, no matter how proud she might appear. Worst of all was that you loved her. You loved her in a way you never loved anyone else before and you hurt her. While her stunning green eyes were normally a safe haven for you, tonight you couldn’t bring yourself to look at them.

“Let’s be real here, Y/N. I’ve got stretch marks and scars and reminders that I’m not getting any younger. I’ve got two boys who are almost in middle school who have an absent father. And my career is in no way conventional. You could do so much better. You’re young and handsome with a bright future ahead of you. So if you want to leave, just…just go. Please just go.” She waved her hand as if to shoo you away.

“Wanda-”

“GO!” she snapped, her eyes brimming with tears. Those stunning emerald orbs stung as they pierced your heart like daggers. You stood up, pushing your plate away as the world crashed down around you. This was it: she was done with you. Done with the late night calls and secret sleepovers and good morning texts and flowers you sent her for no reason other than to say ‘I love you.’

As you stormed down the hallway toward the front door, you paused as you reached the foyer. Because it wasn’t too far away from the kitchen, you heard Wanda sobbing through the silence. Your heart sank as you listened to the sniffles and gasps echo through the hallway. Cautiously you tiptoed back towards the kitchen, peering around the corner to find Wanda hunched over the sink. Her chest heaved as sobs wracked the room. You swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat before you walked up behind her and wrapped your arms around her midsection, resting your chin on her shoulder. Your touch surprised her, and she grabbed your forearm as she continued to cry.

“I’m not leaving,” you whispered in her ear as you held her tightly.

“Please go,” she whispered.

“Mmm-mmm, you’re stuck with me. You can’t get rid of me that easily.” You lowered your head to kiss her neck, pulling her even closer as your lips trailed up and down her delicate skin.

“Really?”

“Really.” You released her from your grip only to turn her around, pushing her up against the edge of the sink as your hands snaked down to her hips. “And I’m going to spend the rest of my life making up for the stupid shit I said. Because I don’t care. At all. I’m in this for the long haul with you. All I want is for us to be happy together. Nothing is as important as that.”

Wanda smiled, her hands snaking up to rest around your neck as she pulled you close. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. When I first met you I was scared that you’d leave if you knew, and I didn’t want you to leave because I really liked you. You were the first decent guy I’d gone out with in a long time. I couldn’t lose that…you never really brought it up so I decided that I wouldn’t either. I’ve been trying to figure out how to do it because I’m tired of trying to sneak you around the boys all the time.”

“You want me to meet the boys?” Wanda nodded, smiling as she gazed into your eyes. “So I don’t have to sneak out your window at some ungodly hour tomorrow morning?”

She pulled on your neck, reaching up to capture your lips in hers. The combination of her sweet cherry chapstick and the salty remnants of her tears ignited a fury of desire within you. You gripped her hips tighter, swiping your tongue over her bottom lip as she parted them slightly to allow your tongue to dance with hers.

“I am so in love with you,” you whispered as you broke apart, your lips so close together that yours tickled hers as you spoke.

“You are absolutely perfect,” she whispered back.

The two of you stood there for what seemed like an eternity, gazing deeply into each other’s eyes. The world stopped as you two simply existed.

“How about we go upstairs and I give you a little taste of what I do?” Wanda teased, a devilish spark in her eye.

“What about the rules? Pietro said I’m not allowed to touch you,” you teased back.

“Oh you’re not. But I will make sure to use your tip generously.” Her sultry voice was hot against your ear as you groaned at her insinuation. “Come on, handsome, let the Scarlet Witch take care of you.”

#wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #elizabeth olsen #wanda maximoff fic #scarlet witch fix #wanda maximoff x male reader #wanda x male reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #scarlet witch x male reader #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch x y/n #self reader insert #male reader #male reader insert #marvel #mcu #marvel fanfiction #therealdisneyfan2319

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yknow the nice thing about the welcome to phantomive's ova was that us, or the lady assassin stand in for the audience, seemed to change her mind because of lizzy.

(...i know it was mostly sebastian threatening her the whole time but!)

like our evil mafia family puts lizzy down for being tricked by our fake identity and actually respecting us :(

and the camera keeps focusing on lizzy and how nice she is to throw a surprise birthday for her new friend and go to such lengths.

and in the end, our assassin lady gets one last look at Lizzy and Paula sleeping defenselessly and that's when she discards her knife. and its adorable that lizzy reformed an assassin by being such a sweetheart.

#ultimate self insert kuro fantasy:#lizzys your best friend and you become ciels mommy 🥰🥰🥰#i mean #fair #the fandom does want that #kuro #kuroshitsuji season 2 #elizabeth midford

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omgwhatchloe · 18 days

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everytime someone tags my fav only for them to not even be in the post and it was just for reach, i die a little inside.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption two #red dead fandom #looking at you x reader blogs #some x reader blogs #why you tagging random characters #then theyre not even in the story #like why i have i just read all these words #describing ur self insert thinking im bout to see my fav but then i dont #like im here for sean not elizabeth raindrops glitter cooloutlaw who everyone has a crush on *insert unique last name*#sorry

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garlictoastedbread · 6 months

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No context, only sketches

First one are William’s kids

And the second one is my oc (the babysitter) and Charlie :]

Sorry if I’ve stopped posting, I’ve been down in the dumps lately :’]

(Sam and Charlie have girl dads you can’t stop me)

#fnaf #fnaf fanart #michael afton #evan afton #elizabeth afton #my oc is a self insert 😭#cringe i know #cringe is dead but personally this made me cringe inside but i love mike so much #i dont have a well established story for sam yet be patient im still tryna write it out😭

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sad8lizard · 1 year

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candyheartedchy · 2 years

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Wanted to draw something soft 💕

#this was supposed to be just a sketch #but i kept messing with the colors and stuff #and yes Elizabeth’s hair style changed…#self insert #self insert community #❤️ brainybeth ❤️#self ship #self shipping #self ship community #🎨 chy creations 🎨#self insert x canon

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postsfromthedark · 1 year

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Sophie Foster headcanons

Sophie used to, and still does, love reading - it was a form of escapism as a kid that she never stopped enjoying - but she doesn't often read now because she can't read the Elven runes all the books she finds are written in. This also makes classwork hard when she has the time and energy to do it.

She has chronic insomnia

Sophie and her dad used to enjoy doing outdoor stuff together - camping, hiking, gardening in their yard, etc. when she manifested, they still did it because she enjoyed being away from others, and her dad's mind was very quiet. When Amy was born they stopped because now she could hear him thinking about how normal Amy was compared to her.

(related to prev) sometimes she wasn't to ask Grady to hike or camp with her, but she doesn't because she thinks he wouldn't want to (she's also pretty sure elves just don't do that, nor do they have anywhere to do that.)

Sophie's begun to see Bronte as a sort of father figure and wants to spend more time with him. She won't because she's still scared of him, and thinks he hates her.

Sophie listens to Lana del Rey

Sophie read the septimus heap series as a kid

Sophie gets jealous surprisingly easy

Sophie is insanely competitive, but it's kinda hard to get her there sometimes. Just don't play Monopoly with her.

#okay so maybe im self inserting for most of these #but i still think they're valid #kotlc #kotlc sophie #sophie foster #sophie elizabeth foster #sophie ruewen #if someone asks i'll put a part 2. i have so many bumping around in my head #its like that tv loading thing #just waiting for it to hit the corner perfectly

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juniemunie · 2 years

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What a week huh

#sans #reigen #junie art post #posting this for posterity i guess and a reminder #mcr #queen elizabeth???#self insert

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writing-house-of-m · 6 months

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Playing Games & Mischief

Leigh Shaw x GN!Reader

Summary: Leigh's sleep talking has you wondering what she could have been dreaming about

A/N: I only got this request when I asked for some ideas last week, which I'm actually grateful for lol Here you go anon, I hope you like it. It is very cute in my opinion 😌 but let me know what you all think!

You have been wanting to see Leigh all day, she was already gone when you woke up this morning. There has been something you wanted to ask her since you woke up in the middle of the night last night.

Something you think will embarrass Leigh which means you have to mention it for your own entertainment.

The sound of the front door opening and the rustling of bags indicate Leigh is finally home. ‘Finally!’ You think. You have had to wait for her all day (a few hours).

Sneaking into the kitchen you quietly walk up behind Leigh and wrap your arms around her, your voice is low when you speak. "Hello wife," you say, pressing a kiss on Leigh's neck.

You don't think you will ever tire of saying that - 'wife'.

Leigh greets you back and when you look up to see the full grocery bags she turns her head to peck you on the cheek. She busies herself with emptying the contents of said bags.

After you place another peck on Leigh's shoulder you pull away giving her some space to continue with what she is doing.

You stand by her side leaning against the counter and crossing your arms over your chest.

"Mrs Leigh Shaw, my love, my wife, the eternal light of my life." Leigh raises an eyebrow at your antics wondering where this is going to go. “I have a question for you.”

You don't wait for a response and continue, "Does 'You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them' sound familiar to you?" You ask.

Leigh squints her eyes at you confused.

To clarify, you add sweetly, "What were you dreaming about last night, love?" While grinning.

It's quick, and if you were anyone else they would not have seen it. There is the briefest look of realisation on your wife's face before she schools her features once more.

And even though you know she knows you can catch her in a lie, she still chooses to withhold the truth from you.

"I don't know what you're talking about, babe." Leigh grins back then turns around to walk to one of the cabinets to put some cans of food away. Purposely looking away from you because she doesn't want you to see the sheepish look on her face.

Oh, she wants to play. Time for a little fun.

"Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie,” your grin widens as you raise an eyebrow.

Leigh makes her way back to stand next to you seemingly unaffected.

Being with Leigh for so long means you know all the right buttons to press. So the tone of voice you use is one you know will get a reaction out of her.

You lean in close, one hand leaning against the counter, the other going to the small of Leigh's back while you speak low, “You know, I know when you're lying. Why must we play these games, Mrs Shaw?”

Leigh glances over at you from the corner of her eye then sighs, resting her hands on the flat surface in what you think is defeat.

You're so close to her now you can practically feel the effect you have on her especially with your voice teasing Leigh right by her ear, "Tell me love, what was it you were dreaming about?"

Leigh turns her head to you, your lips inches apart. You twitch your eyebrow while biting your bottom lip ready for Leigh to fall victim to your charm.

What you don't expect is for Leigh to reverse the roles.

"What if I say I was dreaming about you?" It's Leigh's turn to raise her eyebrows and bite her lip.

"I had you in the palm of my hand,” she narrates sultrily, hand on your chest to push you so that your back is pressed against the edge of the counter. “And you just wanted to," Leigh's hand slowly makes its way up your bicep,"touch me." She finishes as her hands glide up your neck and rest there.

Goosebumps flair on your skin as you sigh, affected by how close she is, her breath brushing your lips. Your eyelids droop as she takes hold of your stings and plays you like a puppet.

This is not going how you thought it would.

"Then what happened," you whisper. You're surprised you even get the words out with the way her fingers play with the hairs at the nape of your neck.

"And then," she pushes her body, if possible, even closer to yours. Her soft edges mould perfectly to you while your arms catch up to the instructions your brain is sending out to wrap around her waist. You feel heat radiating from your cheeks and the tips of your ears when she brushes her nose against yours.

When she leans in, “And then…” you blink slowly waiting for the gap to close. But Leigh pulls away, "And then I woke up!" She slaps your cheek twice then heads out of the kitchen, leaving you standing there in a dumbfounded mess.

"You can finish with the groceries, I'm going to go shower," Leigh says, her voice bright. She pauses at the doorway to look over her shoulder at you. You, with your wide eyed, mouth agape look of despair, "love." Then proceeds to walk away.

You rub the back of your neck while you scrunch your eyebrows together, "What just happened?" You sigh to yourself, looking at the items that still need to be put away. Your brain then slowly catches up with the fact you had just been played.

Freezing for a second, it hits you. What she instructed. And where she is going.

You scoff as a smirk takes over your face and before you know it you're racing off in the direction your wife just went, "Leigh Shaw, you're going to regret that!"

When Leigh hears your footsteps closing in on her she tries to run away but you are too quick for her. Leigh shrieks when your arms wrap around her, capturing her like prey.

You both fall into a fit of laughter stopping a few feet from the bathroom. Turning Leigh around in your arms, she buries her face in your neck to avoid looking at you, playing coy.

"Nuh uh, let me see those pretty eyes, baby," you say, using your hand to guide her face away from its hiding place.

When her green eyes meet yours your smile is automatic. You swear you see them sparkle with how much they seem to be shining at this moment. The sparkle you initially think is admiration turns out to be mischief.

She raises an eyebrow, "So, how exactly am I going to regret my actions?" Leigh asks cheekily.

"Let's just say, 'You did some bad things, but I'm going to be the worst one of them'." You mock Leigh with her own words from last night, making yourself chuckle.

In response Leigh rolls her eyes, pushing your shoulder.

Shortly after, the mischievous look takes over her face once again, "I want to know how you're going to punish me."

That damn lip bite is going to be the death of you, but this time you are not going to let her win.

You lift her up with ease and lean in close, your lips barely grazing hers to say, "Oh, I have a few ideas," before closing the gap between you and making your way to the bathroom.

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therealdisneyfan2319 · 1 year

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In Charge | Wanda Maximoff

Summary: You let Wanda try and take charge in the bedroom

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Shameless smut (minors DNI), language

Word Count: 525

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“Oh god, Wanda, don’t stop,” you begged. Normally you were the one who took charge in the bedroom, but every so often your wife surprised you by trying to be the dominant one in bed.

“You like that, huh? You like it when I ride you like this?” Wanda was rocking furiously back and forth on your cock, her pelvis grinding against you and wetting yours with her arousal. She was relentless, squeezing you with her walls as tight as she could. All you could do was nod, seeing how words escaped you. She brought her hand up to caress your cheek. “That’s a good boy.” You groaned in response.

“Baby, just like that,” you moaned. She smirked as she ground her hips down harder, taking more of you inside her (if that was even possible). You felt your eyes roll back in your head as you arched your back against the bed. She was riding you hard enough that the bed was hitting the wall, shaking with her movements.

“That’s it. I know you’re close, Y/N. I know how you want to fill me up with your cum, how you want to paint my walls with your seed. God, I love the way it feels. I love how I can feel you inside me for days, slowly dripping down my legs long after you’ve bred me. I love being your cumslut, baby. Cum in me.” You had no idea where this filthy talk was coming from, but you were absolutely loving it. Wanda brought her hands up to your chest, squeezing your pecs as she brought herself up and slammed herself down on your cock repeatedly. She was drenched, her pussy squelching at the slightest of movements. You held onto her hips as she moved, watching as she bit her lip to keep herself from screaming.

“I’m close,” you sputtered. You felt yourself throbbing as she pulsed around you. Leaning down to whisper in your ear, she kissed up your jaw before making her way to your ear.

“I want you to scream my name when you cum,” she whispered, giving his ear a nip as she slammed herself down faster. “And you better scream loud.”

“FUCK, WANDA,” you shouted. You felt yourself spill into her as she continued to ride you. She moaned in your ear as she came, her pussy convulsing as you continued to breed her. Her hips slowed in tandem with your spurts, stopping all together when you did.

“Fuck that felt good,” she whimpered as she collapsed on your chest. You wrapped your arms around her, hugging her close.

“Good job, babe,” you praised. Your fingers traced circles around her lower back the way she liked.

“Really?” She raised her head to look at you. You nodded, leaning over to kiss her.

“I can’t tell you the last time I was ever that horny,” you joked. She laughed as she kissed you again.

“I guess we’ll just have to do this more often,” she sighed with feigned disappointment.

“Oh darn.” Surprising her, you rolled over so that you were on top of her. “But for now, I’m in charge sweetheart.”

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my-makeshift-masquerade · 2 years

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Uh oh anon! You may have inspired me to do a whole AU for a bad ending! I guess I’ll call it the Bad Ending AU then?

Both kids get corrupted by Glitchtrap after Vanessa hooks them up to VR headsets she found in storage. William traps the remnant cores of CC/Evan and Elizabeth in his virtual space too, and science shenanigans fuse them to Becca and Gregory respectively. By doing this, Afton can mess with the living pairs memories using the memories of his own children for reference… and much more. Now William has reinforcements.

Before anyone says anything, yes, Gregory is with Elizabeth’s spirit in this. I just imagine these two little rascals working together being perfect little killers in training for the Glitchcult, honestly. Becca and Evan don’t actively kill anyone, and instead serve as a lure for victims to follow out of concern only to meet their dooms. It’s actually a big help, since Vanny, Gregory and Glitchtrap aren’t exactly harmless and approachable.

#my art #into the breach #into the breach: bad ending au #fnaf oc #fnaf self insert #fnaf sb #vanny #glitchtrap #evan afton #crying child #elizabeth afton #fnaf gregory #sketchy garbage #fnaf rebecca #fnaf rebecca harris afton

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before-the-black-pearl · 2 years

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So a friend told me the Pirates of the Caribbean series is just a fan fiction written by Elizabeth. The Port Royal attacks are real and the hanging of Jack Sparrow is real but everything else is made up by her in this fan fiction because she has such a fascination with pirates and she makes up this whole love story about her and the blacksmith she met as a kid and everyone else in the story: Norrington, Jack, and Barbossa, all find her super attractive, and she also really has a thing for Jack Sparrow too.

#the thought of Elizabeth sitting in her room writing fanfics #self insert #fanfiction #theory #elizabeth swann #pirates of the caribbean theory #pirates of the caribbean #potc #pirates #jack sparrow #captain jack sparrow

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knchanted · 5 months

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Stargate Atlantis Fanart!

These are from 2021 when I first started using Procreate on my first iPad with the cheap touch screen stylus packs. (Thank goodness I upgraded to the Apple Pencil compatible iPad later on)

This art is a redraw of a fanart I did when I was in 4th grade. The red shirt is hopefully obvious to be Dr. Elizabeth Weir, the pink haired girl is my self-insert OC Kat Sheppard. I wrote Kat to be a daughter of Sheppard and Weir from the future, who time travelled back on accident to the present (2004 at the time) through an off-world gate with her twin sister on a mission.

While that sounds kind of cool, it was not that well fleshed-out on paper, I can promise you that. Kat's sister was basically a clone of a character from a cartoon so I chose to leave her out of my redraw works for the time being. I hope to find some art time to re-create these characters later for my inner child.

I'm working on a new Elizabeth drawing ATM to show just how much my digital art has improved over the last few years with all the practice and studying I've been doing in my free time. Looking forward to being able to share my work on here, as it's been some time since I last used Tumblr! <3

#stargate altantis #elizabeth weir #shweir #john sheppard #sparky #oc art #kat sheppard #self insert oc #fanart #redraw

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sbc-moved · 1 year

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Ok here's a thing

An Overwatch op goes sideways and Staci gets captured by the Deadlock Gang. She wakes up tired to a chair surrounded by the gang. Ashe walks in like the absolute boss she is, repeater on her shoulder, brimming with charisma and malice.

She starts the usual "What've we got here?" intimidating spiel, calling her demeaningly affectionate names, making thinly veiled threats, etc. Except after a while the gang notices she's not threatening or intimidating anymore, she's just paying Staci legit complements in a menacing tone.

Staci, meanwhile, has not been listening at all because she's just staring at this beautiful cowgirl. Mesmerized by her immaculately painted lips and piercing eyes.

The gang (plus Bob) stand there uncomfortably all the while.

"Caught" | Ashe

sorry this took so long to answer. I straight up just wrote an entire fic for this;; its been a looooong time since ive written anything so it might not be great lol

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Staci slowly awoke, her eyes struggling to stay open as they adjusted to the darkness.

She winced as she recognized the sharp pain of ropes digging into her wrists, accompanied by the pounding of a headache.

She stared into the darkness, making out the silhouette of a man.

“Hey, you! What-“

Before she could even get her question out the man barks back at her.

“Quiet you!”

He slammed his hand against the wall, silencing her in an instant.

Staci let out a quiet, shaky breath- knowing its best to keep her mouth shut in situations like this. She sits back in her chair and stares up at the ceiling, praying for some kind of backup.

They sat in silence for what seemed like ages until the quiet sound of a door creaking open cut through the static.

“Well, well… what do we have here?”

The leader of the deadlock gang sauntered in with a large, intimidating omnic following not too far behind.

Ashe leaned in close, her hand resting on the back of the chair, her face inches away.

“What's a pretty little thing like you doin’ in a place like this?”

Despite her soft voice there was a venom to her words.

Staci's breath caught in her throat as her eyes trailed over the woman's sharp features. For once in her life the talkative girl found herself at a loss for words.

Ashe sighed impatiently as reached forward, her fingers squeezing Staci's cheeks roughly as she tilted her face up.

“What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?”

A shiver ran through Staci as Ashe spoke and she quickly snapped back to reality, clearing her throat before she spoke.

“W-what’s going on here?”

her voice cracks, her confidence wavering more and more each second as Ashe’s red eyes narrowed at her. She clicked her tongue, shaking her head at Staci.

“Why don’t you answer my question first, sugar.” Ashe chuckled softly as she let go of her cheeks, letting her head fall. “What are you doing here?”

Staci frowned as she looked down at the ground, her eyes ran over a large crack on her boot, exposing the broken machinery underneath. She sighed heavily, there really wasn’t a way out of this- especially not with damage like this done to her equipment.

Staci looked back up to Ashe, sucking in a sharp breath as she tried to put on a brave face.

“It was… a stakeout.”

Ashe groaned, rolling her eyes.

“I wish you people would just leave me alone.”

She looked back down to Staci, an amused expression on her face as she knelt down in front of her.

“So, where’s the rest of your team then? Ain’t no way you came here all alone.”

Staci froze for a moment, the sudden realization that she was alone finally hit her.

“I…” She bit down on her lip, her brow furrowing as her voice got quiet. “I don’t know…”

“You can’t be serious.” Ashe laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. “You’re team just up and left when things went south? And y’all call yourself heroes?”

She laughed a bit harder, her hand gently resting on Staci’s thigh. In a weird way, the touch provided comfort to the little space cadet.

Ashe sighed softly as her other hand moved to tilt Staci's chin up.

“What a shame. Only a fool would ditch a pretty thing like you…”

Staci's breath hitched, heat rising in her cheeks as the cowgirl's words hit her ears. She couldn’t tell if she was being toyed with.

An awkward tension was rising in the room, the man who was still leaning against the wall shuffled uncomfortably.

There was an odd silence as the two continued to look at each other, unsure of what either of their next moves would be.

Staci opened her mouth to speak but found that no words could come out. Her eyes met with Ashe’s, there was something almost soft about them, a sincerity that shone within them.

A sudden voice cut through the static, pulling the two away from each other as Ashe stood abruptly.

Another member of the gang walked in, holding a small box filled with equipment and setting it down on a nearby table.

“Here, Boss.”

They spoke hesitantly, sensing that they walked in on something.

“Good work.” Ashe cleared her throat. She scratched the back of her neck as she walked over to examine the items, letting out a whistle as she picked up a familiar headset. Staci huffed softly as she watched Ashe handle her equipment, only realizing now that she wasn’t wearing them.

“Impressive work… you make these yourself?” Ashe held up the headpiece, clicking the button on the side that activated the visor. Her smile widens as it lights up.

Staci scoffed, frustrated by Ashe touching her stuff.

“Maybe.”

The anger in her voice caught Ashe’s attention. She cocks her head to the side, smirking as she tosses the headset back into the table.

“Well I’ll be… we could get a pretty penny for junk like this.” She crosses her arms as she leans against the table.

“Yeah. I bet you could.” Staci glares at Ashe, struggling against her ropes.

“Woah there. No need to get angry, sweet pea…” she laughs softly as she picks the headset back up. She kneels back down in front of her, placing it on her head carefully.

“That better? Looks good on you.”

Staci’s expression softened, shifting to one of confusion rather than anger.

“Thank… you?”

Ashe laughed, tipping her hat at Staci. “Any time.”

The man leaning against the wall cleared his throat, getting Ashe’ attention. She took her eyes off Staci, glaring daggers at him.

“Uhm, boss?’ he stepped forward, gesturing towards the two of them. “I don't think this is exactly-”

“Can it, Zeke.” She hissed at him. She stood up, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You know what, why don’t you all head outta’ here.”

The large omnic looked over to her, tilting his head. She sighed, giving his arm a firm pat.

“That includes you, B.O.B.”

She ushered the three other gang members out the door, shutting it quickly behind them and locking it. She sighs softly as she looks back over to Staci.

She grins playfully, taking her hat off and holding it over her chest.

“Now… I believe we were in the middle of something?”

#selfship #self shipping #self ship fanfiction #self insert x canon #self insert fanfiction #elizabeth caledonia calamity ashe #romantic f/o #f/o community #wlw selfship #♡.written in the stars #♡.mail box

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