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Characters I tend to reblog:
Marvel: Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Kate Bishop, Carol Danvers(probs more that I can't think off the top of my head)
Miscellaneous: characters played by Scarlett Johansson and Elizabeth Olsen, Vanessa shelly (fnaf)
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Reader asks Wanda to turn them into an Eevee hybrid because it would help them feel more comfy in their body.
you where lying in your room on your stomach feeling empty inside, you never really felt like your body was yours, like it was missing something, the thing was you where a big fan of Pokémon, and your favorite was always Eevee, but recently you felt less like its your favorite and more like you actually want to be one.
you make your way to Wanda's room, feeling nervous, you didnt know how she was going to react to this, but it was bugging you to much and you had to ask her.
you make your way do the door and crack it open slightly "um Wanda?" your voice was quiet and shy.
Wanda noticed the shyness in your voice and immediately took on a very nurturing tone "Hey Sweetheart, what's wrong?" She sat up on her bed and patted the space next to her "come here and tell me"
you walk in and take a deep breath, as you sit down next her her on her soft bed. "so..you know how im a fan of Pokémon right?"
Wanda smiled and nodded "oh yes, your quite the fan aren't you? your favorite is called Eevee correct? the cute little brown fox?"
"yeah..yeah i really like Eevee, in fact" you look down at you feet, it just felt so silly asking an all powerful witch to turn you into a Pokémon, "I was actually thinking, i really like Eevee a lot, and well i was just thinking if you could...make me look like one?" your face went red from embarrassment "like not completely like one, maybe just... the ears and like the tail?" you slowly look up at her expecting some soft of harsh judgment form the ridiculous ask. but instead....she smiled at you, she let out a little chuckle, not of cruelty but of fondness "aww, you wanna be a little Eevee huh, well i think that's adorable~" she cooed, lifting your chin up to meet her gaze, it was warm and understanding "very fitting for a cute thing like you~"
You blush again, a deeper color this time "really? so you'll do it?" your voice was a little bit in disbelief.
"of course baby! you know I will always do whatever it takes to make you happy, and if having cute ears and a tail makes you happy, well than I can do just that." She pat your head lightly "now do you want this now? or do you want to give it more thought?"
Your breath hitched, you weren't expecting this to actually happen, you nod meekly.
"I wont do it unless you use your words little one" her voice was firm but not harsh.
finally with a deep breath you looked up at her "yes please, i want it now" your voice came out choked and squeaky, even tough you truly meant it.
Wanda nodded "good job..see? admitting that wasn't so hard was it?" Then, her hands came towards you, a faint glow coming from her fingers, "ready? this wont hurt" and with a tight touch to your head, your transformation began, you close your eyes tightly not sure what would happen, but with in seconds you could feel long brown ears grow from your head and a fluffy tail spring from your lower back.
Then you slowly open you eyes, you look to your side and see a tail, you bring your hand up to your head and sure enough, you can feel two Eevee ears "whoa...it actually worked?" you say in disbelief.
Wanda smiles brightly at you and nods, "Yes darling! And you look adorable like this~ what a cute little Eevee~" her voice was so sweet, it made you melt, and you didnt even notice your tail was wagging, but Wanda defiantly did "oh what's this? someone likes when i complement them?" she had that cunning gleam in her eyes, and noticed how you began to shy away, her eyes softened, "shh, dont be shy~ i think its cute." Wanda patted her lap "come here~" she said.
you slowly came to her lap and sat down, resting your head on her chest.
"There we go..such a good Eevee~" Wanda spoke very softly as one would to a injured animal. She scratched the spot between your ears gently and watched as you purred in delight she smiled at your adorable reaction. "you know~ i really dont mind having you like this~ in fact i think it really suits you" she spoke in to your fluffy Eevee ear "I think ill keep you like this a little longer, if you'd like that of course"
You nodded almost immediately "yes please Wanda i really like it" your voice was whiny.
Wanda chuckled "I know you do baby, I know" she kissed your head, "you can rest here for as long as you want my little Eevee" she murmured quietly and stroked your hair until you fell asleep curled up right against her.
You had been rehearsing for hours, though you’d lost track of time. Your body ached, muscles burning from endless movement, but stopping wasn’t an option. You refused to rest until every step was flawless. Ballet was no longer just a passion—it was something you had to master. Perfection was the goal. It had to be. Without it, you would never be Mrs. Maximoff’s favorite.
You lived for her approval, for the way her praises wrapped around you like the softest silk, sending a thrill through your very core. And for a time, everything was perfect. You were her shining star—until she appeared. That America girl. The way she carried herself, the way Mrs. Maximoff’s gaze shifted to her... it made your blood boil. Who did she think she was? Acting as if she belonged, as if she was better? You despised her, despite her attempts to befriend you.
So here you were, pushing yourself past your limits, practicing obsessively for hours on end, barely pausing for breath. Your chest ached, your legs trembled, but you refused to stop. You couldn’t. Not until you were perfect. But the dizziness crept in, your vision blurred, and a wave of nausea twisted in your stomach. You had forgotten to eat, too consumed by the need to improve.
Your knees buckled. You hit the cold studio floor, clutching your stomach, gasping for air like a wounded animal. Frustration burned in your eyes as you struggled to rise, determined to keep going—until a familiar voice stopped you.
"Detka… for the love of God, are you trying to kill yourself?"
Mrs. Maximoff stood before you, radiant as ever. You tried to move, to reach for her, but the exhaustion was too much. Darkness took over, and you collapsed at her feet.
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"What? No. You can't do this to me, Mrs. Maximoff!" Your voice trembled, desperation dripping from every word. "I can do the dance perfectly. I'm fine. You... you can't just give my role to her."
Wanda sighed, her expression unreadable. "You gave me no choice, detka," she said, her voice softer than you wanted it to be. "Look at yourself. You haven't eaten in days, and you collapsed from overexertion. I can't allow this to continue. I'm sorry, but America is getting the role."
Your gaze snapped to America, a darkness creeping into your eyes—one that hadn't been there before. Your breath was ragged, your fingers twitching at your sides. A slow, unsettling smile twisted your lips as you whispered, "You're gonna regret this, you little cunt."
The studio fell into stunned silence. You had never spoken like that before. You were always so sweet, so obedient, never once daring to talk back. But now? Now, you barely recognized yourself.
Without another word, you grabbed your things and stormed out of the studio, your mind racing with a singular, all-consuming thought.
America Chavez had to disappear.
She had to die.
You would play the lead in Black Swan. And when it was over, Mrs. Maximoff would love you again. She would adore you, praise you, worship you.
You would be her favorite little ballerina again.
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She was laughing. Enjoying your role, basking in your spotlight. Foolish girl.
"You can laugh all you want," you murmured to yourself, watching from the shadows. "You'll be dead soon anyway."
The studio had emptied out, or so they thought. Everyone had left, including you—at least, that’s what they believed. But America stayed behind, still rehearsing, still moving so gracefully in a role that should have been yours.
"I think you’re enjoying this role a little too much, America," you said, stepping out of the darkness.
She spun around, startled. "I... look, I’m sor—"
"Save your apologies." Your voice was cold, void of any warmth. "I don’t give a single fuck. They mean nothing to me. You mean nothing to me." You stepped closer, slow and deliberate, like a predator cornering its prey.
"You," you hissed, eyes burning with fury. "You take everything from me. And I don’t like that."
Her back hit the glass of the studio’s massive window. She had nowhere to run.
"You are nothing," you whispered, tilting your head. "Do you understand me? And you will be nothing. I'll make sure of it."
Your fingers curled into her hair. A sharp tug. A sickening crack as her skull met the cold glass. Again. And again. And again.
Until she stopped moving.
Until the studio was silent.
You took a deep breath, smoothing your clothes, wiping the specks of crimson from your skin. Then, without a second glance, you walked out—calm, composed. Slipping through the back door, disappearing into the night.
No one saw you.
No one would ever know.
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"I'm sad to announce that your fellow colleague, America, was murdered last night."
Wanda's voice wavered, breaking the heavy silence in the studio. Gasps and murmurs spread like wildfire among the dancers, fear creeping into their expressions. But you? You remained still. Silent. Unmoved.
And then your eyes met hers.
For a fleeting moment, everything else faded away. Wanda knew. The truth settled in her chest like a heavy weight, her breath hitching ever so slightly. She saw it in your stare—so hollow, so eerily calm. No sorrow. No shock. Just... emptiness.
Foolish girl... what have you done?
Wanda swallowed, forcing herself to look away. "Because of this terrible tragedy," she continued, her voice regaining its strength, "the upcoming show will be canceled until this horrific matter is resolved and the killer is caught."
The room filled with whispers of disappointment and fear, but you didn’t care.
The lead role was yours now.
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"You foolish girl," Wanda hissed, her voice low and sharp as a blade. The studio was empty now—just you and her. The tension between you was suffocating. "Do you have any idea what you've just done?"
You tilted your head, a slow, eerie smile tugging at your lips. "Of course I do."
Her jaw tightened. "You killed her."
"I eliminated the problem," you corrected, stepping closer. "She took what was mine. And now? Now it's mine again."
Wanda let out a shaky breath, her hands curling into fists. "You don't understand what you've done," she muttered, more to herself than to you.
"I did what you wanted," you whispered, voice dripping with something sickly sweet. "Don't pretend you didn’t enjoy it—the way I fought for you, the way I proved myself to you." You reached for her, but she stepped back, eyes flashing with something unreadable.
"You think this was for me?" Wanda scoffed, shaking her head. "You're insane."
Your smile widened. "And yet… here you are. Alone with me."
Silence stretched between you, thick and charged. Wanda’s breath was uneven, her gaze locked onto yours like she was staring at something dangerous—something she should run from.
But she didn’t run.
Instead, she whispered, "What am I going to do with you?"
You stepped closer, your breath ghosting over her skin.
"You will love me like before," you murmured, your voice steady, unwavering.
Wanda inhaled sharply, her eyes searching yours, looking for something—remorse, hesitation, anything. But all she found was certainty. Devotion. A terrifying, all-consuming obsession.
Her lips parted as if to argue, to scold, but no words came. Because, deep down, she knew the truth. This wasn’t just about America. It was never about the role.
It was about her.
"You don’t understand," she whispered, her voice softer now, almost… sad. "This isn’t love, detka. This is madness."
You tilted your head, an unsettling smile creeping onto your lips. "Then let me be mad for you."
Wanda swallowed hard, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. She should turn away, should call the authorities, should do something. But she didn’t move. Because despite the horror of it all…
Some twisted part of her liked having you.
Your lips met hers. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft. It was desperate, feverish—like a spark igniting a fire that had been waiting to burn. Wanda didn’t pull away. She *should* have. Every fiber of her being screamed that this was wrong, that you were dangerous, that this had gone too far.
But she didn’t stop you.
Her hands found your waist, nails digging in ever so slightly, as if grounding herself in the reality of what was happening. Your fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss, pouring all of your obsession, your desperation, your devotion into it.
When she finally pulled back, her breathing was uneven, her pupils blown wide. "This isn’t right," she whispered, though her grip on you hadn’t loosened.
You smiled, tilting your head. "Then why didn’t you stop me?"
Wanda didn’t have an answer. Because she liked it.
And that scared her more than anything else.
Her lips crashed against yours again, this time with even more urgency. There was no hesitation now, no resistance—just heat, just want. Her fingers dug into your skin as if trying to anchor herself, to make sense of the madness between you.
You let out a breathless laugh against her lips, savoring the way she melted into you. "See?" you whispered between kisses. "You do love me."
Wanda’s grip tightened, her nails biting into your skin. "This isn’t love," she muttered, but the way her mouth moved against yours betrayed her words.
You pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, eyes dark with something unreadable. "Then why are you still kissing me?"
She didn’t answer. She didn’t have to.
Because instead of pushing you away, she pulled you closer—giving in, just like you knew she would.
Her lips trailed down your neck, slow and deliberate, as if savoring every inch of you. Each kiss sent a shiver through your body, every touch igniting something deep, something primal. You could barely breathe. She was in control now, and she knew it.
She remembered.
She remembered the way you used to look at her with those wide, adoring eyes, the way you hung onto her every word, the way you would do anything, just to please her. You were hers before, and despite everything—despite the obsession, despite the madness—you were still hers now.
Her teeth grazed your skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth of her mouth, and you gasped, your hands gripping onto her desperately. She chuckled, low and dark, pressing her body closer, letting you feel just how much control she had over you.
"You wanted this, didn’t you?" she murmured against your throat, her voice intoxicating, dripping with something dangerous.
You whimpered, nodding, completely at her mercy.
"All this time," she mused, her fingers trailing down your sides, making you shudder. "All this effort, all this obsession… just to have me?"
You swallowed hard, your breath uneven. "I—I only wanted to be yours again."
She pulled back slightly, just enough for her piercing gaze to meet yours. Her expression was unreadable, a mix of amusement and something deeper, something you couldn’t quite name.
"You never stopped being mine," she whispered, her thumb brushing over your lips, tracing them slowly. "But now? Now, I want to hear you say it."
You trembled beneath her touch, your pulse racing. "I'm yours."
Wanda smirked, tilting your chin up with two fingers. "That’s right, detka, she purred, pressing her lips to yours once more, this time with a hunger that made your knees weak.
"You belong to me."
Wanda's hands slid down to your waist, gripping the fabric of your leotard, the material thin and clinging to your curves. She tugged at it impatiently, a low growl rumbling in her throat as she tried to remove the pesky garment. The sound sent a jolt straight to your core, a delicious shiver running down your spine.
You arched into her touch, desperation rising as you ached to feel her skin against yours. Your fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, popping them open one by one until you could slip your hands inside, caressing the soft, warm skin of her back. You could feel the strength in her muscles, the power coiled beneath the surface.
Wanda shrugged off the blouse completely, letting it fall to the studio floor, a forgotten scrap of expensive fabric. She wore a black lace bra underneath, the delicate material a stark contrast to the fierce, almost feral look in her eyes.
Maintaining eye contact, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, tossing it aside. Your breath caught in your throat as her breasts were revealed, full and perfect, the rosy peaks hard and begging to be touched. You leaned down, taking one nipple into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the sensitive bud before suckling greedily.
Wanda gasped, her fingers tangling in your hair, holding you close as you lavished attention on her breasts. Her scent filled your nostrils, the combination of her perfume and the musky essence of arousal making your head spin with desire.
You could feel her hands sliding lower, pushing your leotard down over the curve of your ass, exposing more and more of your skin to her hungry gaze. The cool air of the studio kissed your heated flesh, making goosebumps erupt all over your body.
Suddenly, she spun you around, pushing you down onto the polished wooden floor. Your leotard was tugged off completely, leaving you bare and exposed beneath her intense scrutiny. The cool floorboards pressed against your back as you lay there, heart pounding, waiting for her next move.
Wanda stood over you, taking in every inch of your naked body, a wicked smile playing across her lips. She looked like a queen surveying her kingdom, a goddess admiring her chosen sacrifice.
She knelt down, straddling your hips, the heat of her core searing your skin. Slowly, Wanda leaned down, her hair falling around you like a curtain, cocooning you both in a world of your own. Her lips trailed down your neck, over your collarbone, between the valley of your breasts. She paused to flick her tongue over a nipple, teasing the hardened peak before drawing it into her mouth to suckle greedily.
You arched beneath her, a strangled cry escaping your lips as pleasure exploded through you. Your fingers dug into her shoulders, nails raking down her back as you held her close, never wanting to let go.
Wanda continued her path downwards, her kisses hot and open-mouthed, each one leaving a trail of fire in its wake. She paused at your navel, her tongue dipping inside, swirling around the sensitive skin before trailing lower still.
Her breath ghosted over your folds as she settled between your thighs, the heat of her mouth hovering just above your aching center. Your hips lifted slightly, a silent plea for more, for her touch, for her possession.
She didn't make you wait long. Her tongue parted your lips, delving deep into your soaked flesh, lapping at your essence like a woman starved. You cried out, the sound echoing through the empty studio as your hands fisted in her hair, holding her against you as she devoured you.
Wanda's hands slid under your ass, gripping the globes, kneading the firm muscle as she feasted on your sex. Her tongue circled your clit, teasing the sensitive bud before suckling it into her mouth, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through you.
You could feel your release building, your muscles tensing, your body coiling tighter and tighter like a bowstring ready to snap. Wanda seemed to sense it too, doubling her efforts, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
Just as you teetered on the brink, Wanda pulled back, releasing your sex from her mouth. Before you could protest, before you could beg her to continue, she surged upwards, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss.
You could taste yourself on her lips, the tangy sweetness of your arousal mixing with the lingering flavor of her lipstick. It was intoxicating, addictive, and you found yourself kissing her back with a fervor that bordered on desperation.
As you kissed, Wanda reached between your bodies, her fingers finding your slick folds. Her fingers slid easily through your soaked folds, your arousal coating her digits, making them glisten in the dim light of the studio. She teased your entrance, circling the rim, dipping just barely inside before pulling back out, denying you the deep penetration you craved.
You whimpered into her mouth, your hips rolling, trying to follow her retreating fingers, seeking more of that delicious friction. Wanda swallowed your whimpers, her tongue dancing with yours, the kiss growing more urgent, more demanding.
Suddenly, she thrust two fingers deep inside you, filling you in one smooth stroke. You broke the kiss with a sharp cry, your head falling back against the floor as your inner walls clenched around the sudden intrusion. Wanda began to move, her fingers pumping in and out of your dripping channel, setting a hard, fast pace.
Her thumb found your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight circles, sending bolts of electricity zinging up your spine. Your body undulated beneath her, hips lifting to meet each thrust, chasing each spark of pleasure.
Wanda's mouth trailed down your neck, biting and sucking at the delicate skin, marking you as hers. Her other hand reached up to palm your breast, kneading the soft mound, rolling your nipple between her fingers until it was a stiff, aching peak.
You could feel your climax building rapidly, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core. Your breath came in short, sharp gasps, your chest heaving as you raced towards the edge of ecstasy.
Sensing your impending release, Wanda increased her efforts, pounding into you with a fervor that bordered on punishing. Her thumb pressed hard against your clit, rubbing the swollen bud with quick, rough circles.
"Come for me," she growled against your skin, her voice gravelly with desire.
Her words, rough and demanding, pushed you over the precipice. Your climax crashed through you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing, back arching as pleasure exploded behind your eyelids.
You screamed your release, the sound echoing off the studio walls as your sex clenched and spasmed around Wanda's pistoning fingers. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over you, your body shaking, your skin flushed and damp with sweat.
Wanda gentled her movements as your climax crested and began to subside, her fingers slowing their pace, now stroking your fluttering walls with a tenderness that made your heart ache. She guided you through the aftershocks, her touch a soothing balm as your body twitched and shuddered.
As the last waves of pleasure ebbed away, Wanda slowly withdrew her fingers from your still-twitching sex. She brought them to her mouth, making a show of licking your essence from the digits, her tongue swirling around each one, savoring your flavor.
"So sweet," she purred, a wicked grin tugging at her lips as she looked at you. But inside, Wanda felt a knot twist in her stomach. The reality of the situation hit her—the confusion, the thrill, and now the weight of it all. She had just crossed a line with you, her student, who had shown a side of herself that Wanda could no longer ignore.
You were a killer. The way you had done what you needed to do to take what you wanted—it wasn’t something she could just brush aside.
The mixture of power and fear in her heart was unsettling. Wanda couldn’t quite reconcile what she had just experienced with the person standing in front of her. You had her in a way no one ever had, and it made her question everything—herself, her choices, and what came next.
But there was something undeniable about the pull between you. Something darker, more complex. And as much as she hated to admit it, part of her was drawn to it.
She fit in perfectly, like the missing piece of the puzzle, into my class. She was a new student and everyone wanted to be her friend, even me.
She sat at the middle of the class where I could see her while I was at the back with one of the last seats... last names.
"Everyone! As you may have noticed, we have a new student. Y/n, would you like to give an introduction about yourself?" Everyone looked at her and she didn't seem to mind.
Y/n.
She gave a smile and stood up at the middle of the class. "Good morning everyone! I'm y/n y/l/n. I'm 16 years old and I've just moved from New York and.. I don't know much about Ohio so if any of you would help me out, I'd deeply appreciate that" she laughed
"I enjoy baking, stake boarding, and ballet. And I adore 007 films.. I guess that's all" She smiled at the teacher who looked pleased before going back to her seat where people were already whispering to her.
She adored 007 films. My favorite.
".. Alright everyone, please get ready for your first class, have a good day!" The teacher said and left us to wait for our teacher. Thankfully this wasn't the school where you had to walk to different classrooms.
"Nat.. psst!" Carol whispered as she walked to my seat. Her seat was beside y/n's. Because of my best friend's loudness, y/n turned to me and smiled before turning back to the person she was talking to."Yes?"
"I want to be friends with Y/n. We should invite her to the group or that party you have on friday" She said excitingly "Alright, you do it" "Why me?!" I rolled my eyes "Because you suggested the idea, genius"
"Can't we get Jane to do it? She's nice and no one would ever turn down her offers"She muttered.
I sighed and walked toward Jane's seat. Carol followed and we sat around Jane.
While Carol was convincing Jane, I looked over to Y/n.
I met her gaze and she smiled sweetly at me. I admired how beautiful she was. She definitely looked like a ballerina, she had perfect features. "Hi" she said loud enough for me to hear when I didn't say anything after the smile.
"Hello" now carol and jane had turned to us. Carol kicked my leg, this b- "Um.. I hope you don't mind but could I eat with you guys today? I don't really know much people" she laughed, moving closer to us.. the seat beside me.
"No. I mean- No we- We don't mind- we would love that." I rambled and she laughed and nodded. "Good to know, Natasha"
"How'd you know my name" I choked "Name tag" she pointed with a small smile
at that moment i wanted to sink into the floor
But i was brought back to the way my name slipped effortlessly out of her mouth made me almost choke on air but the teacher came and I walked back to my seat. Almost.
I didn't pay attention to class at all, I knew all this anyways. I fixated my attention on the y/h/c in front. I watched as she would write down everything the teacher was saying without looking with her black pen.
"Miss.. Romanoff, would you be so kind to tell us what is the answer to this question?" I turned to the board and solved it in my head quickly "twenty thousand meters" I answered
"Correct. Though next time please don't act as if the answer is sitting on top of Miss Y/l/n's head"
That, was another moment I wanted to die and sink into my chair. I closed my eyes for a second and when I looked at y/n, she was already looking at me with a smile, a reassuring one.
God so help me today.
After our 2nd period we had a recess break. And as I was putting away the notebook I had used for our project, Y/n was there. I stood up and grabbed my jug. "Ready?" She asked and I nodded, making our way to the hall. "Nat!" Carol caught up to us "Yes?" I looked over my shoulder, going down the stairs "Were you ditching us to spend time with your new friend?!" Jane scolded me beside Carol.
"I-" I looked at Y/n who held in a laugh "You know where our spot is. And you know how crowded the hallways get" I reasoned but really I didn't want Carol teasing me with some shit.
"You guys have a spot?" Y/n asks and I nod. She's about to go through the cafeteria doors when I held her wrist and directed her to the field where some other students were. I blush at the contact and let go.
I can feel her looking at me but I bring out the blanket we always use and lay it across the grass.
It wasn't hot today nor was it too dark.
"So y/n, do you have a boyfriend?" I gulped my water while Carol was interrogating this poor girl. "Not my type" she bit some healthy granola bar.
"So you're gay?" Carol asks making y/n crack a laugh "Figuring that out" She laughs and opens her bag for her water jug "You do ballet!! Is that why you're eating that fit bar? I used to eat those too" Jane asks and y/n looks at the bar.
"Yes. And I mean it's not that bad but I do miss sweets.." "Natasha used to do ballet" Carol says making me look up "Really?" Y/n smiled, she's a very smiley person. "Well- erm.. not anymore but yes" "Good to know. Maybe one day I'll convince you to dance with me " she drinks her water and I hum. She could ask me once and I would probably say yes.
"Y/n why'd you move..?" Carol asks and lays on her side.
"My mom got transferred here" and that question game Carol had went on the whole break. I did figure out she had an older sister, a pet cat and other stuff.
For lunch y/n was called to the guidance counselor for some papers about moving. "Natty's got a lil crush" Carol teased and I threw the blanket at her before setting it up.
"No I dont" I huffed "You have lovey eyes for y/n" carol giggles. "Shut up" "Atleast try to hide it, Nat. Erm-um- i-um- i love you" she 'mimics' me
"Hey jane you know that one time carol's cat scratched her eye and she claimed she fell off some flight of stairs?" Carol gasped and jane laughed.
"Hey jane, you know that one fieldtrip Nat was acting weird? Natasha shit her pants" Jane laughed louder
"I was 4!" I glared at her "Awe I'm sorry! When I was 4 I got out of diapers" "Cierra tu boca puta" I muttered "What?" "Nothing"
"Seriously though, whats up with you and y/n" "what do you mean whats up? I met her 3 hours ago" carol just shrugged
When we got back to the classroom y/n was the only one there since it was early. She was writing stuff on papers. "Y/n!" Carol said excitedly as if she hadn't seen her 20 minutes ago. "Hey Carol! How was lunch?" She put the cap back on her pen. I continued fixing my stuff.
"It was alright I guess. Also, Nat is having a party on friday.. you coming?" I quickly looked at Y/n.
"Sure! Can I have your number?" She turned around to me with her arm slung over the chair.
She doesn't want it in that way Natasha.
"Yeah.. can I borrow this?" I walked towards her and held up her pen and paper. She nodded and I wrote my number down. "Thanks!" I saw her write my name neatly with a heart beside it and I told myself I was delusional for thinking it meant something.
Students started to come in and I just went back to my seat, still looking at Y/n. Probably that's what happened the whole day.
"Hey Natasha!" Y/n caught up to me before I made it down the stairs, ready to go to the other building to pick up Yelena. "Yes?" I stopped by the side of the stairs.
"I just wanted to say thank you for today. I was really nervous for my first day and.. well I'm glad we're friends.. Actually I haven't asked you that- Sorry.. Do you want to be friends" She rambled and I nodded quickly. I can work with friends.
"I'd love to be your friend" I match smile "Okay well I'll see you tomorrow!" "See you!" And then she's gone.
Pull yourself together Natasha.
tuesday
"Morning, Natasha!" I furrowed my eyebrows when everyone was in different seats... Y/n was next to mine. "Oh- right. Our teacher changed the seating arrangement. They said the alphabetical one was just temporary. Your seat is still the same though" I dropped my bag to the floor and hummed. How am I supposed to do this. It also didn't help with the fact the tables were now by twos.
So I was beside beside her.
"That's nice, seatmate" I smile
The first period was actual hell. I couldn't help myself and I would turn to look at y/n often and she saw me atleast twice. Of course after the first time I just had to do it again. I missed her old seat.
"You don't take much notes do you?" Y/n glanced at my notebook full with random doodles during our 10 minute break interval.
"No" I shake my head and lay my head on the table. Clearly 3 hours of sleep wasnt enough for me.
"Draw me" She said when my random sketch page was open. It wasn't in a demanding way, more in a way her voice went a little higher as she offered. "What?" "If you want to" She shrugged.
I grabbed my pencil and looked at her hesitantly. She turned her chair fully over to mine. "You sure" She nodded and smiled.
I only got to drawing the outline and her eyes before our teacher came in. "There's always later" she said with a smile before our class started. Later
We did that for the rest of the day, me memorizing her features while trying my best to put them in paper. During our recess and lunch we stayed together at the stairs outside the library, without Carol and Jane.
"I think it's done" I say nervously and she sits beside me very close. "I love it.. you even drew my scar correctly!" She smiled at it with awe. Below her chin she had a very faint scar. She told me she fell down the stairs and it left a scar. Then the bell rang, of course it had to be cut short "Thank you" "Thank you.. anyways we should go" She stood up and dusted her uniform before holding her hand out to me.
Did she want me to hold it? I mean.. no shit Natasha.
I took her hand and we raced through students to make it back in time. We were a giggling mess by the time we made it back in our seats, Carol doing wiggly brows at me.
friday
The week had been better than any other. On Wednesday, Carol and Jane announced to us they were busy with a group work so we had to eat alone. Bullshit. Not that I minded though.
Now me and y/n would eat alone. I even heard someone explain we were now the friendship duo. Friendship, hm.
"I'll see you tonight at your party, Tasha. See you!" She left before I could reply. Aside from Nat, I hated nicknames, but the way she said it.. I never complained.
Usually, I wouldn't give two shits about what I was wearing. the teenage men would ogle me and i'd say no, maybe a few girls, but now... I was trying to impress someone, even if it was a subconscious doing.
nat😜💪
Im ready.
Wru?
carol
on the way!! Soooo whatcha wearing for y/n😊
nat😊💪
for y/n?!? what are you on
carol
Atleast I’m self aware
nat😊💪
goodbye
I peeked out the window and saw y/n get dropped by a gorgeous other woman and my heart sunk. What if she had a girlfriend?! She wouldn't even like me, what was I thinking?
i made my way through my crowded house and opened myself a can of coke. “nat! hey” y/n exclaimedn, walking over to me “hi” i smiled and walked off as she frowned
it went on like that for 2 hours, me being petty basically. that was until she walked over and leaned to talk near my ear over the loud music.
“nat im going soon, wanna go walk around for a bit?” I stood up and followed her out the door.
it was silent, walking through houses until y/n sighed.
"God Nat I thought you liked me" Y/n said so calmly kicking a rock. I almost got whiplash when I turned to her "What?!" "Nat, I heard you get teased by Carol the whole week." "So..?" What do I even say?!?
She huffed. "Natasha on my first day of school, around 10 people were asking me out and asking me to eat lunch with them, and i don't mean that in a bragging way, but i wanted to eat with you. I didn't just ask for your number for the party, i wanted to talk to you outside of school, the seating placement was we got to pick our places and I chose to be beside you, I spent 40 minutes sitting still because I was looking at you and spending time with you. and i hate parties! I only went because of you. Now you're telling me you're going to go on a date with that girl who is a bitch to everyone???" She stopped walking to look at me
“You had your girlfriend drop you off tonight hm?” She scrunched her face up “Ew, ew, ew! That’s my sister! Is that what this was all about?!?” My eyes widened “oh” “yeah.. oh” she sighed
“i feel like an idiot, im so sorry” i looked at her “well.. maybe you could be my idiot” she murmured against my lips and i leaned in to close the space.
warnings: 18+, stripper!reader (23), rich business lady! wanda (32), dirty talk, yearning, lap dance, mommy kink, slight smut. minors, DNI
words: 1.7k
a/n: hellloooo and welcome to a much needed update to one of my favourites! It’s been a long while since I’ve written on here, but enjoy, there will be more to come :). - xo saph.
“oh my..” you gasped out, your hands gripping the silk material of wanda’s sheets that lay a mess on her bed.
“so… how long have you worked here for?” a customer asks in front of you, one you had forgotten the name of, and as the night before plays in your mind in broken pieces, you force yourself to pay attention.
“a while.” you stare down at the glass in your hand and take a sip of the rum and coke. “it’s always smart to stay at a place that looks after you, you know?”
“i couldn’t agree more,” the customer replied with a smile. “i’ve been with my firm for ten years.”
your hands thread through thick auburn hair, your gaze stuck to the woman as her tongue, which she had flattened out, lapped at your clit, and as she shifted to leave open-mouth kisses against the bundle of nerves that throbbed against her touch, you moan and continue to watch the way wanda’s mouth shines from your wetness.
your left leg begins to bounce gently, and you close your eyes briefly. you needed something stronger than conversation to cloud over the distracting memory. “care to tell me about it in a dance?” you ask with a smile, and when the man’s eyes dropped down to your chest, which was clad in your usual red attire, you knew you had him hooked.
“lead the way.” he replies with a grin.
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as you sighed in a chair you now resided in, you leaned back in it, looking up at the dimly lit chandelier hanging above you.
It was now the quiet period before another busy one came, and although you wouldn’t be around to witness it, you relished in the peaceful atmosphere anyway. a majority of the customers had begun to filter out of ‘house of harkness’, and as you lowered your head, you pulled your phone out from the clutch upon your lap, and looked down at it.
it illuminated the time eight-fifty pm, and when you unlocked it, you decided to scroll absentmindedly on twitter whilst you finished off the drink that had been bought for you.
“i had an amazing time with you, y/n.”
the words echoed in your mind, and you smiled like an idiot. wanda’s voice; so sickly sweet and husky. god, you were impatient, and you wish you could hear it now, have her in front of you, her laughing at one of your jokes, or you admiring her suit-clad body.
as you continued to look down, your phone blurred in your hand as you ruminated on your afternoon.
“i had an amazing time, too,” you replied, the seat beginning to vibrate under you from the rumbling of the car's exhaust as wanda started it up. “and thank you for taking me home.”
“oh, nonsense, pretty girl. i will happily do this again for you.”
“yeah?” you asked with an excited smirk you couldn’t quite hide. she wanted to see you again. god, the exhilaration was almost too much to bear. “i would really like that. but only because of that house of yours.”
“naturally,” wanda laughs, her eyes focused on the road that now looks different to you, compared to the previous night drive to her huge abode. the sunny day now illuminated the stunning greenery on either side of the road. “i come with more perks, though. i can be quite the cook sometimes.” she adds.
“talented in bed, talented in the kitchen… what else are you good at?”
the redhead shoots a glance at you. “how about i tell you more tonight? over dinner.”
“that sounds lovely,” you respond, your stomach doing a flip at the thought of being wined and dined by wanda. “although i’ll be working at the club first…”
“that’s okay, darling. if you can play pretend, i’d like another dance, i’m afraid yesterday's was too short for my liking.”
you felt your cheeks blush at the prospect of it. this wasn’t something that crossed your mind, one that had been filled with nothing but wanda’s skin and lips, and every inch of her body. you can’t believe you hadn’t thought about it sooner - you had been awake for a couple of hours and at no point did you think how a situation like this would progress.
“well then,” you cooed, deciding you liked the idea wanda had presented to you. “let’s say nine pm? i’ll show you my dancing skills again, and you can showcase your cooking skills.”
and as you waited in anticipation as the minutes inched closer and closer to your scheduled time with wanda, you continued to scroll past boring tweets until one caught your eye. more specifically, a certain someone.
wanda maximoff pictured last week with her brother pietro maximoff at a conference.
the image attached made you gape in awe. you paid no mind to the woman’s brother and instead your eyes burned into wanda, and how gorgeous beyond belief she looked. she donned a grey tweed dior suit, with a matching jacket and black boots, and as luscious locks of ginger curls hung over her shoulders, you felt a knot form in your stomach.
with your body temperature rising all too quickly, you locked your phone and returned it to your clutch.
“scarlet. it’s nice to see you again.”
your head whipped up from your lap to the familiar voice in front of you. “wanda.” you smiled brightly, the embarrassing thought briefly passing in your mind that you had no idea how long she had been standing there for, and if she saw the contents on your phone. but with no indication written on her face, you ignore the mortifying thought and instead observe the classy raiment she wore.
wanda shot you a sultry look as you took in the cinched black blazer and the ankle-grazing skirt to match. you gulped dryly. wanda not wearing pants, was new to you, and your eyes raked up and down her body, appreciating the sight.
you outstretched a heel-clad foot to slightly push back the seat opposite you, which wanda happily sat down on, a leg crossing over the other as she rested her hands on the arms of the chair.
“you look incredible.” the sight of her made your head spin. “i mean… really, really, incredible.”
“thank you, darling.” wanda replied with a smile. her eyes bore into you, and you felt like she was drinking you in. “i like the silk robe you have on tonight.”
the compliment made you shift in your seat, and you grabbed your glass and raised it to gulp down the rest of the alcohol before placing it back on the small table between you. “thank you,” you purred, feeling your cheeks grow hot, “so, did you miss me?”
wanda nodded, a smirk spread on her plump lips, “you were quite a distraction for me in meetings today.”
“i was?” the knot in your stomach tightened from the exciting confession, “well then, you should know you’ve also been quite disruptive to my attention tonight.”
you didn’t miss the way wanda’s eyes fell to your thighs, and the red garter belts that hugged them. “a good night, though, i hope?” she asked.
“yes, but it’s about to get even better.”
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after wanda had paid for another dance at the till, this one longer than the last, you led her by the hand through the corridor, purple fairy lights that hung overhead illuminating the way. and then, when you reached your desired booth, you felt your body buzz with great thrill.
after stepping into the purple-lit booth, the colour of your attire changed in the light to a shade that almost matched wanda’s. and as the redhead shifted to take her place on the seat, you glanced at the mirror beside you, one of many that littered the small room, and took in the two of you together. and god what a sight it was. you couldn’t believe your luck of being in close quarters with such a woman.
as you mused on the thought, you plugged your phone into the speaker behind the redhead and pressed play on your go-to playlist, and as the slow beat kicked in, you gazed down at wanda. intense eyes enraptured you as she softly bit down on her plump lower lip.
“mommy, you look so fucking good.” every fibre of your being urged you to kiss her. it took everything in you not to as you began to move your body to the music, your hips swaying gently.
“baby…” wanda gasped out at your words, her hands that rested on either side of her hips shifted to grip the edge of the seat. “i thought of you calling me that again, you sound so perfect when you do.”
though you couldn’t press your lips against the redheads, you needed to be closer to her, so you instead of standing, you straddled wanda, leaving a small gap between your thong and the material of her skirt, which you know would feel soft and expensive to the touch.
you began to move your hips, grinding in the space above her lap as you let your hands rest on her shoulders.
“and those legs of yours,” the redhead continued, her hips instinctively jutting upwards slightly, and inadvertently bumping against your clit. your breath caught in your throat at the sensation, and your hands on wanda’s shoulders tensed, your fingers pressing into her blazer. “so smooth and grabbable.”
“shit.” you panted, and although your mind whirled with wanda and the pleasure you were already feeling, you continued to dance and move your hips, following the sensual beat of the song. “i can’t wait for later, it’s been on my mind since i left you.”
“likewise, darling,” wanda beamed, “same plan I assume?”
with a grin, you nodded. eager and anticipating her to whisk you away again. but for now, you were going to enjoy being in the thick bubble of hot tension that surrounded you both, and enjoy the way wanda’s eyes practically devoured you.
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❦ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You, from the kindness of your heart, rescue Wanda from Hybrid hunters in an alley a week ago. Took care of her in every way you can, since she's unconscious, and hospitals don't take kindly to them. She's awake now, and not what you expected.
❦ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Cursing, knives, blood, sexual tension, sizeable age gap (W is 38, R is 20), masturbating lol
❦ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2k
Sometimes, you wonder if you're too trusting for your own good.
Even now, staring at the hybrid woman you'd dragged home, you can't help but question your judgment.
You'd found her half-dead in the alley. A weak deer-like hybrid. She'd been filthy, exhausted, and barely conscious.
So, naturally, you brought her home.
You cleaned her up. Patched her injuries. Let her sleep in your guest room. And this is how she repays you with a knife pressed against your throat.
The moment she'd woken up, panic had flooded her features. Wide, hysterical eyes locked onto yours as if you were the monster in this situation. You understood the fear, really. Waking up in an unfamiliar place couldn't be pleasant.
Still.
Did she really need to threaten your life?
You were helping her, for God's sake.
"Where am I?" the woman demanded breathlessly.
The blade dug slightly deeper into your skin.
Your ears caught the faint growl rumbling in her chest, low and instinctive. Her deer ears were flattened tightly against her head, practically screaming terror. Every muscle in her body looked coiled and ready to spring. She was terrified.
Unfortunately, that didn't make the knife any less sharp.
Maybe this was it.
You wince as the blade threatens to break skin. "My apartment-"
The hybrid's eyes widen as she processes this information. She's in a stranger's apartment, alone with her. Her instincts scream at her to run, to fight, to do something to protect herself. The knife trembles in her hand as she presses it harder against your throat.
The woman's nostrils flare, her deer ears twitching violently at the scent of Soulaan's fear. The knife trembles against the girl's throat. "Why?" she snarls, tail lashing behind her. "Last thing I remember is those hunters' tranq darts." Her eyes narrow imperceptibly, taking in the bandages on her own arms, the clean clothes, the absence of chains.
The blade wavers. A drop of blood beads where it nicks the skin. "Why?" The word cracks like dry wood. Her ears flick upward for half a second before flattening again. The wood floors creak under her shifting weight.
You lick your lips, breathing heavier than you wanted, "W-why what?" You ask gently.
"Why help me?" Her voice cracks like lightning, her deer tail puffing up in agitation. Her grip on the blade tightens as she presses herself against the girl. "Humans don't…" she trails off.
The blade gets dangerously close to cutting deeper, out of pure desperation and fight or flight, you tackle the older woman to the ground, and you both fall, you land on top of the older woman, and the knife clatters somewhere in the bedroom. The hybrid lets out an audible gasp, completely winded.
They scramble on the floor, your knee slots between the woman's legs to stop her from flipping you over. "Calm. Down."
The brunette bucks like a wild thing, her hips jerking upward with a choked gasp when your knee grinds against her. Her ears flatten completely, pupils blown wide - whether from panic or something else, you don't know.
"Fuck you," she spits, but her thrashing loses steam, muscles quivering. Her tail lashes once, twice, then goes still. "Get... off." The demand lacks its earlier venom.
“Are you going to try to hurt me again?” Your knee accidentally presses into the hybrid's core slightly.
Her breath hitches sharply, her back arching off the floor as your knee grinds into her sensitive core. A choked, near-silent, involuntary moan tears from her throat, her legs kicking uselessly against the carpet.
Her eyes roll back for a split second before snapping back to you, dilated pupils swimming with a chaotic mix of fury and humiliation.
"N-No- fuck!"
You glance around the guest room, seeing the knife near the door, and you look back at the hybrid on her back, panting quietly. You slowly get up and grab the knife.
"You know I saved you, right?" You slowly stand, gently dabbing the small cut on your neck, wincing.
The woman lets out a shuddering breath, her shoulders slumping as the adrenaline begins to crash out of her system, leaving only the humiliating aftermath of the heartbeat between her legs. Her ears slowly unpin themselves, twitching nervously as she stares up at you.
"I didn't ask for help."
You, sadly, undoubtedly made a mistake, saving this bitch. "Well, you got it. Not every human is evil," you sigh, adjusting your grey jacket.
Her tail lashes once, ears folding back slightly. "And not every hybrid is grateful," she snaps, but there's no heat behind the words. She's too exhausted, too aroused, too confused to maintain her usual hostility.
"… That's fine. I absolutely could kick you out of my place. I'm sure you'll be fine." She says sarcastically, "Parading in the cold with nothing but the clothes on your back."
"Then fucking do it!" she barks. "I don't need your charity."
Is she serious? Does she not comprehend the gravity of her situation!? You stare at her for a moment, lamely, before slowly shaking your head in incredulity. "Fi-"
The brunette interrupts, "Wait- shit," she groans, pressing her hands to her burning face, demanding relief. "Look... I'm not.." She takes a shaky breath.
"... I'm not saying I don't want to stay. Just stop acting like you're some fucking saint," she mutters, continuing, eyes downcast. "You want something from me. Nobody does shit for free." Her ears twitch, listening for your reaction.
"I wanted to save a life."
Her eyes narrow at your harsh words, her instincts screaming at her to apologize even as her pride refuses to let her back down. She bites her lower lip hard. "Fuck off,"
"Just... fuck off," she repeats, weaker this time, scooting up to the nearby wall, burying her face in her knees.
You sigh, rubbing your face, as if trying to get rid of the resignation you feel. "I'm locking you in here for my safety. Knock on the door when you grow up."
—
Thirty fucking minutes pass.
Wanda doesn't look up, her body trembling slightly with a mix of anger and embarrassment. She hears you rummaging in your home, doing whatever. The door had locked behind you with a harsh click. Alone in the room, she had finally let out a slow breath, trying to regain some control over her scattered thoughts. Why would you help her? You seem so… innocent. To the eye, you seem at least eighteen years younger than her. You should be too wrapped up in your own life to even think about housing another person, yet here she is.
She curls into herself on the floor, knees pulled to her chest. The carpet scratches against her sensitive tail. She hates this - hates the hunters, hates her heat, hates how easily you bested her twice.
But mostly she hates how her body still aches for that warmth between her legs.
"Fucking hell, she groans.
Her eyes roam the guest room, she assumes. It's pretty woodsy, cozy, and warm. She didn't pay any attention to til now. It smells like vanilla and cedar. Unmistakably feminine.
Her hand presses between her thighs, and she winces at the contact. Not enough. Never enough. She whimpers softly, rubbing desperately against her clothed core despite the part of her that knows it's pathetic.
Why did her heat have to start today?
After five more minutes of careful calculation, Wanda slowly rises, glancing at her clothes, they are t hers. For sure. The human scent is everywhere. It's overwhelming.
She's in a simple band tee with loose pajama pants. They're a little small on her, considering the height difference.
She reaches the door and hesitates before knocking once, hard. Then again. One more time, then repeatedly.
God, get her out of this ro-
Your shorter form opens the door. Your eyes meet green. "Done whining?" You ask, with a brow raised.
Wanda's jaw tightens, her deer ears folding back in humiliation. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair disheveled, and she can smell her own arousal in the air between them. She hates how small and vulnerable she must look -hated even more.
"I didn't knock to apologize," she lies, voice cracking. Her tail sways slightly behind her.
"I knocked because-" Shs continues, voice wavering. She can't say it. Her pride won't let her.
Instead, her hips twitch subtly, seeking the friction she wasn't getting earlier. She looks away. "Just... don't lock me in here again," she mumbles pathetically. "It's dark in here."
You notice her very poorly veiled anxiety, and lick your lips. "Don't you have night vision or something?" Your arms cross over your chest.
"It's not the same," Wanda snaps back defensively, ears folding back even more at the implication that she's weak. "I'm not used to being trapped in the dark.
It's fucking unsettling."
"Can I trust you?"
"You can trust that I won't fucking kill you," she snarls back. "That's about as nice as I'm gonna get right now." She shifts her weight between her feet, hips rolling involuntarily.
You roll your eyes as you side-step, Wanda in the doorway, letting the older woman into the hallway of the human's home.
Wanda squeezes past her, trying not to brush against the younger woman's body.
Every movement feels like torture, her core clenching desperately around nothing.
She needs pressure, friction, something.
She stops in the middle of the hallway.
"What?"
You ask, stopping a little behind her.
"Nothing," she bites out, crossing her arms over her chest. Her tail lashes behind her, a clear sign of her agitation.
She's trying to hold herself together, but her heart is making it impossible.
She needs release, and she needs it now.
"Just… j-just give me some space," she growls softly, her voice strained. She walks a few steps down the hallway, her hips swaying more than necessary. Her tail fluffs out some. "Fuck," she whispers to herself.
You walk past the taller woman haphazardly. "The bathrooms are to your left." She gestures to the door.
Wanda doesn't need to be told twice.
She bolts for the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. The moment she's alone, she's pulling at her pants, shoving them down along with panties that aren't hers. She stumbles as she turns on the light.
She sits on the edge of the bathtub, fingers trembling as they hover between her thighs.
Wanda knows it won't feel nearly as good without someone else doing it, but she's desperate.
Her fingers part her folds, sliding through the wetness already gathered there. She hisses softly as she finds her clit, already swollen and sensitive. She starts to rub frantically, hips bucking against her own hand. It's messy, it's desperate, it's not enough - but it's something.
Two fingers push inside her in a sloppy rhythm, her thumb circling her clit roughly. Her breathing comes in short, sharp gasps. Her heat makes everything too intense; every brush of her own fingers feels electric, but it's missing the weight of another body, the heat of another person.
She groans pathetically, her hips rolling desperately. "F-fuck- "
Her free hand grabs onto the edge of the bathtub, knuckles white as she fucks herself with increasing urgency. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes from the frustration and overwhelming need. It's not enough, it's never enough without someone else touching her.
Her hips snap forward, fingers curling inside her as she chases the elusive peak that feels just out of reach. She bites her lip hard to stifle a loud cry, the sound of wet noises filling the small bathroom.
Her tail thrashes behind her, slapping against the tub wall.
She comes in a shuddering gasp, her walls clenching desperately around her fingers. But it's hollow - over too quickly, unsatisfying. She stays propped on the edge of the tub, chest heaving, fingers still buried inside herself as she tries to catch her breath.
She nearly falls in the tub when two soft knocks rap on the door, "You okay?"
"I'm fine," she snaps back instantly, voice hoarse and strained. She quickly pulls her fingers out of herself, the sticky sensation making her cringe. She scrambles to pull her pants back up.
Wanda's legs are trembling violently as she stands.
She leans heavily against the sink, trying to wash her hands and steady her breathing simultaneously. "Don't come in here."
"Wasn't going to?"
Wanda splashes cold water on her face, trying to compose herself. Her ears are still flat against her head, tail lashing slowly. She feels hollowed out and raw, her heat still humming in her veins like a second heartbeat. She's never felt so... pathetic. Not even when she was held captive by the hunters, before she escaped.
The bathroom door opens, and Wanda emerges, trying her damndest to look as unaffected as possible. Her steps are slow and unsteady. Also trying her darndest not to lean against a wall after coming on her fingers.
Student Wanda Maximoff x Mean Professor GN! Reader
Warnings : Smut
DNI 18+
This is for my guy @aloneodi <3
Go check out his stuff. It's amazing
Y/N Y/L/N was the professor that no one wanted to get on the wrong side of. They were mean. They gave their students a hard time. Wanting them to be the best they could. No one dared to disobey them.
Although they had a soft spot for Wanda Maximoff. From the first moment she walked through the door as a freshman. She was the only girl that didn't try to throw herself at them.
Well I suppose that may be because her father was also the dean. Y/N's boss. As tge years went on, they took a special interest in Wanda. They offered her a position as their assistent. Telling her it is amazing for extra credit. Which being the good girl she is, she took the opportunity without a thought.
She knew that whenever Y/N was reprimanding the class for failing, she knew she was never a part of that. She knew she was Y/N's best student. The only one who bothered to listen to their words. Although she wasn't the party type of girl like her brother. Pietro loved to party. Get drunk. He was failing Y/N's class.
"Mr Maximoff. A word." They spoke sternly as the class gathered their things to leave. Wanda smiled shyly at them as she made her way to their office to help with their paperwork.
"What is it professor?" He asked impatiently.
"You are failing miserably." They told him bluntly.
"Maybe you can fudge my grades. You know since my dad is your boss." He smirked thinking he had power over them.
"Why don't you open a book and listen in my lectures." They told him. "I do not care if your father is the dean. I will fail whoever doesn't do well in my class. You may leave now."
Y/N sighed before they went to their office. Wanda was already inside sat in her chair with two coffees.
"You are a life saver Wanda." They thanked her as they sat in her chair. Wanda had been their student for almost two years now. Coming to the end of her Sophmore year.
"So Pietro tried the Dean card?" She asked as they chuckled with a nod.
"I'm sure he thinks that will scare me." They said as she smiled. She had been their assistant over a year and she has loved spending every minute she can with them. "It may work on Professor Rogers but not me."
"You are a hard one." She said as they just smirked at her choice of words.
"I'm a hard one?" They teased as she realised how that must of sounded.
"Oh god. I'm sorry. I never meant it like that." She rambled on.
"You're cute when your nervous." They whispered as she looked at them. An obvious tension now in the room.
"What?" Wanda spoke confused. As much as she loved to be around them. The endless butterflies in her stomach as she was sat in their presence.
"I said you're cute when you're nervous." They repeated as they stood from their seat and walked to their office door. Locking it before closing the blinds. They now stood behind a nervous Wanda, who's heart was beating out of her chest. Y/N then rested their hands on her shoulders. "You don't have to be nervous." They whispered in her ear as the massaged her shoulders.
"I'm not." She spoke weakly. They leaned closer to her ear. Their lips ghosting her skin.
"I would have believed you if you were just as confident you usually are in my lectures." They husked out. Wanda could feel her arousal pooling in her underwear at their words. "So what has got you so nervous?" They asked as they moved to kneel in front of her. Their hands resting on her thighs.
"I have to go. My next class." Wanda spoke barely above a whisper as she got to her feet.
"Your next class isn't for 45 minutes." They said as they stood before her. Towering over her. "I know your schedule." Wanda was stepping back without realising the minimal space she had until her back was pressed against the tall bookcase in Y/N's office. "So what has you so nervous right now Wanda?"
Her breath hitched when their hand found her hip. Squeezing the flesh under the shirt. The other caressing her cheek. She clenched around nothing as Y/N's head found their way nuzzled into her neck. Her eyes closed when she felt their tongue graze her skin.
"You." She breathed out. Her heart beating as Y/N smirked. "You make me so nervous Professor. I get this feeling whenever I'm around you. Every single nerve in my body tingles. Especially my uh. You know."
"Your pussy." They spoke bluntly. She hid her face in their shoulder as their hand made it's way to the button on her jeans. "You get wet for me do you?" Wanda shuddered as she watched breathlessly what they were doing. Before she could answer, their hand was already in her jeans. Rubbing her dripping core over her lace underwear.
"Fuck." Wanda moaned as they applied a bit more pressure to her clit. She loved the sensation.
"Has anyone ever touched you like this before Wanda?" They asked her as they pushed her jeans and underwear down slightly. She shook her head no with a moan as Y/N's fingers glided through her puffy folds. "Words darling."
"No." She breathed out as they inserted a finger into her core.
"So are you a virgin?" They asked her. Honestly intrigued by the innocence that is Wanda Maximoff. All she could do was nod shyly. "You are too cute Wanda." They cupped her cheek with their free hand making her look in their eyes as they thrusted in and out slowly before adding another finger. "I won't do anything unless you don't want me too. Do you want me to continue?"
"Yes." She breathed out before they pressed their lips to hers in a needy kiss. As they increased their pace, adding another finger. She moaned louder than before. They undone their tie. Gagging her with it. They admired her face as she reached a place of pure euphoria. When she got close to the edge, she tried to push Y/N's hand away as they added another finger. They fought against her as they continued.
"Trust me Wanda." They whispered softly. "Let it go. Don't fight it." She listened to them. With a few more thrusts, Wanda came for the first time and she loved it. She wanted more. She watched as they sucked their fingers clean.
"Oh professor." She breathed out before she noticed how tight their trousers were. She kicked off her shoes and her jeans and underwear fully before she undone their belt and trousers. "You seem to have a problem. Do you need help to solve it?"
"Are you sure?" They asked her.
"Yes." She said as she pulled their trousers and boxers down. She moaned at their hardened cock already waiting to be used. "I did that?"
"You do it to me every night Wanda." They said as they turned her around. Removing her top and bra so she was fully naked. Facing away from them. They pushed her against the bookcase. Running a hand down her spine slowly. "I find myself hard just at the thought of you." They massaged her ass cheeks, spreading them apart. "I find myself pleasuring myself to the thought of you. And to have you here. Bare and dripping." They ran their tip through her folds as she gripped on to the shelves for support. "I am honestly finding it hard to maintain control."
"Don't control yourself." She told them. "Take me. Make me yours."
They groaned as they gripped her hips harshly. Inserting themselves into her without warning. Wanda screamed out in pain as they started to move slowly. They kept their body close to hers. Their chest pressed up against her back. They reached around and massaged her breasts roughly. Pinching and twisting her nipples. Wanda's arousal dripping down her thighs. Coming closer to her second climax.
"Oh Professor. Harder." She moaned as they complied. Going harder and faster. Wanda struggled to keep her moans down. They got louder and louder with each thrust. Y/N grunted with each thrust. Reaching around to apply pressure to her clit. She moaned loudly as she reached her high as did they. Wanda moaned at the feeling of being full. Y/N stayed inside her making sure their cum mixed.
"Looks like we aren't going to class for the rest of the day." They whispered as she clenched around them. Making them hard again. "You're going to look beautiful with my babies growing inside you."
Wanda moaned before they pulled out. Taking her to their desk. Ready to maje even more of a mess.
Summary: Wanda hates seeing you and Natasha be happy together. She wants you to be happy with her. When you and Wanda are alone at the compound while the others are on a week-long mission she makes her move.
Warnings: Masturbating, love potion, cheating, soft sex, praise, pet names, tiny bit of angst in the end, no happy ending for some people in the story.
contains - reader having a past of dating men, reader giving herself aftercare because she's used to it, wanda worrying along with slightly crying, hurt/comfort, mentions of past sex but not actually happening (at first..)
a/n - although this hasn't happened to me, I'm aware that it's happened to many others, and I'm also aware that many find comfort in wanda, which is understandable so I feel like this is a perfect fic!
Wanda unbuckled the harness from around her hips before leaning over you with her forearm on the pillow above your head and placing a soft but slow kiss onto your lips, black painted finger tips lightly playing with your hair as she did. It only lasted a few moments then she pulled back.
"I'll be right back, okay?" She murmured, her Sokovien accent showing as she smiled down at you before she started walking towards the bathroom. It didn't take long for you to hear the bathroom door click shut, and the shower to start running, which you assumed was for her and your body started moving on instinct, grabbing your clothes off the floor and putting back on your already used undergarments, then your clothes—the feeling made you feel dirty, but you wouldn't say that as this was how it always was.
Little did you know, the bath was for both of you.
—🩹—
"Bath's read-... Oh." Wanda frowned as she noticed the empty space where you had just been, the wrinkled sheets showing that you had left not too long ago. Your clothes not being on the floor only further bolding the point: You had left. But why? She truly did not know, racking her brain to find an answer, though the more she tried, the more she started to worry.
Did you not enjoy yourself as much as she'd thought? Had she done something wrong? Did she make you uncomfortable? God she made you uncomfortable, didn't she?
Wanda thought to herself, resting her hand on her forehead, red faintly glowing at her finger tips at the thought of pushing you too far of not being comfortable whilst she paced around the room, bracelets lightly jingling and hair lightly swaying with each of her movements. She hadn't realized tears were forming in her eyes until her vision got blurry, which she tried to blink away with a swallow.
Maybe if I just text her, she'll tell me, right? We'll go back to normal and she won't be upset anymore, right?
Wanda pandered, already reaching for her phone to look for your contact, which was pinned at the top despite the name she has set for you not at the top.
Her fingers quickly swiped across the keyboard with shaky hands, some words having misspellings though she wasn't worried about that as she hit sent and threw the phone onto the bed, pacing some more. Only to attempt to get a hold of you a few moments later.
—🩹—
Wands👅
12:03pm
Are you okay?
Did I make you uncomfortable?
Is that why you left?
Because if it is, I'm so sorry
12:07pm
Please don't be mad anymore, I'm sorry if I did anything.
12:12pm
Are you going to leave me?
Please don't leave me. I won't do what I did again, I promise.
—🩹—
Though as her text went through your phone one after another, you didn't notice due to your phone being on dnd because of the earlier activities whilst you walked into your apartment, which is not too far from the tower. By the time you walked through the door, you were already trying to peel your clothes off from your body.
God, you hated having to do this with every partner you get: hated having to put on already ruined underwear so you can go home to take care of yourself, hated having to take care of yourself after sex even when your body is the one receiving it, hated feeling used. But unfortunately, it wouldn't get done if you didn't do it yourself.
You thought to yourself as you walked towards the bathroom, tossing the clothes you'd already taken off in the hamper, trying to get the rest off so you can scrub your skin and try not to feel any more dirty than you already did.
You wanted to act strong like it didn't affect you, but god, it did. It made you want to cry your eyes out whilst you got down to your underwear, tossing them in the basket before hurrying over to the shower and just turning it on, almost immediately hopping in, not caring if it was too hot. You just wanted to scrub yourself clean of the 'dirt' on you.
You were too used to this routine so instead of sulking in the shower, you immediately reached for your loofah, pouring body wash on it and started scrubbing away at your skin, wincing here and there when you scrubbed over a bruised area from Wanda's rough handling (something you'd asked her to do).
—🩹—
Hoping out of the shower, you walked out the bathroom with a towel wrapped around you and your skin a light shade of red from the scrubbing, though skin soft due to the lotion you out on.
You didnt think to check your phone, thinking Wanda was asleep by now because why would she still be up? She had already taken her shower, right?
Well, you'd be very wrong
Back at the tower, Wanda was anxiously trying to take her mind off worrying about you; repainting her perfectly panted nails, stress-eating without realizing it, though everytime she did something, immediately after doing it, she'd check her phone. She just wanted to know if you were okay.
It'd probably help if she knew what you were doing, in which you were currently putting on your pajamas and hoping into bed, getting comfortable against the pillow and under the comforter. It didn't take you long to go to sleep, considering everything that happened.
Though she didnt know that, and she couldn't take it anymore. The silence from your end was killing her and she needed to hear you say that you're okay, that you weren't leaving her and still loved her, which is why she begin to get dressed to head towards your apartment.
—🩹—
A knock at your front door was the thing that awoke you. Slowly peering your eyes open, you glanced at the alarm clock on your nightstand, the time reading 2:45am, which confused you because who could be knocking on the door at this time? But despite that, you got out of bed to head down the hall.
"I'm coming, I'm coming.." You grumbled, slowly unlocking the door and opening it to reveal a wrecked looking Wanda; face twisted in worry, green eyes slightly damp in the lighting, chin lightly trembling like she was on the verge of tears. Though at the sight of you, her face filled with relief as she practically launched herself at you, arms tightly around her waist as her face stayed in your neck for a moment.
After a moment she pulled back to look at you, only this time her face was contorted in anger as she pushed you away, the gesture confusing you.
"Why did you leave?!" She exclaimed, accent becoming more pronounced as she poked you in the chest with her pointer finger "Do you know how worried I was! And you didn't even respond to any of my text!–"
"What do you mean?" Your voice cut her off, voice calm yet confused, which only made her angrier. "What do I mean?! You got up and left after we had sex, I came back from running the bath and you weren't there! Do you know how much that affects me?!"
"Wait, a bath for us? What do you mean, do you mean yourself?" Now it was Wanda's turn to be confused, her anger morphing into it as she stared at you for a second before responding. Had she not made herself clear?
"I mean a bath for two, like.. taking one together, you know?" "No I know what that is, I just don't understand why you'd want that, when I can take care of myself." You stated with a shrug, gesturing towards her.
"Right, but I wanted to take care of you."
"Yeah, but you also have to take care of yourself, plus I'm used to doing it and–" "You shouldn't be used to it." She murmured with exaggerated air quotes whilst keeping her eyes on you. When you didnt respond, her face softened as she cupped your face in her hands.
"Oh detka.."
a/n² - sorry to cut this short, sweets, I dont like how out of character it seems, but in too lazy to rewrite this sooooo guess I'm just going to post it and see what happens
Summary: Wanda says yes to Columbia University… but what about you?
Characters: stoner!wanda x reader
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: minor depression mention, makeup sex, marijuana use, mommy kink, teasing, pineapple on pizza (lol)
author’s note: happy birthday to my best girl, my beautiful girlfriend, who had lost faith in me about finishing this series… to which I’d say she was half right considering I never thought I’d have a finale here. I love you baby 🧡
“And I’m so goddamn proud of you! But what about us?! What about me, Wanda?” The tears began to fall and you watched as her excited expression fell, finally realizing what you had meant all along.
“Oh. I… I don’t know.”
It had been a full week since you’d last seen your girlfriend. It had also been a full week since you showered or left your room; barely getting up to pee and have a snack. You had tons of unread texts buzzing through your phone from Wanda. She was begging you to talk to her.
In that very long week, you’d gone through every scenario in your head. Everything from ‘she’ll probably just break up with me’, to ‘maybe I should just join her’. None of it made any sense. After all, Wanda told you she applied long before she moved here and you know she was telling the truth. Why was it so hard for you to believe that she forgot? You were so incredibly proud of her for getting a full ride to Columbia. Why were you also so sad?
*buzz buzz*
‘Please baby, I need to see you so I can explain!’
You picked up your phone and decided to respond. There were only two weeks left of summer break before Wanda would inevitably move across the country without you. Maybe she didn’t burn for you like you thought she did. Maybe you’ll always love her more. You ran your hands over your face in exasperation.
‘Ok’.
That’s all you responded with. You didn’t have much else in you. You didn’t even care to shower. You didn’t hear her text back since you had fallen asleep; dreaming of what could be if the world was a perfect place.
“Wanda, if you had your way you would’ve been late to your own wedding!”
“Baby please, I wasn’t late!”
“Only because I insisted that your brother be in charge of getting you here as quick as possible! You know that man is never late for anything.” The two of you laughed.
Salem walked over to Wanda and plopped himself in her lap, purring as she sat on the couch. You closed your eyes and sighed, picking up the black cat who gave you a stink eye as he walked away.
“Baby-“
“Wanda, please! You need to get dressed and we need to put our “smoking paraphernalia” away before your parents get here!”
Almost on cue, there was a knock on the front door, opening it up to see-
You sat up, tears about to stream down your cheeks as you were awoken to chip bags crumbling and a trash bag shuffling. Wanda had started cleaning up your depressive episode, and for a moment you forgot she had your spare key. Your parents’ house was nothing to brag about; a modern double wide with just enough bedrooms so you didn’t have to share with your sister growing up.
“Wanda-“
“Shhh, just let me do this, please,” she begged.
“Wanda, we need to talk,” you insisted. “Isn’t that why you asked to come over?”
“Well… yes but I do miss you,” she said quietly.
You didn’t respond as she continued to pick up the trash that had scattered around your bedroom. You weren’t a messy person by any means but this latest development had sent you spiraling. Wanda was your best friend, your lover, your partner, your soulmate. How could you let her move across the country when you were right here?
You didn’t realize tears were streaming down your cheeks now at full force. Wanda looked up from her cleaning spree and cooed. “Baby!”
“Baby please talk to me, the silent treatment has been killing me!” Wanda exclaimed.
“Killing you?! How do you think I feel?!” You asked. “We had this amazing, dream come true relationship, and a giant envelope comes in the mail and ruins it all!”
“Baby, I really did forget about it! I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. This doesn’t have to be the end of us though,” Wanda said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“How can it not?! You’ll be three thousand plus miles away! And you’ll be busy with school and your new friends and probably a new girlfriend!” You cried out.
“Who said anything about a new girlfriend?!” Wanda asked incredulously. “You’re my girlfriend. You’re it for me, pretty girl. From the moment you stalked me at the skate park!”
Wanda’s comment did make you chuckle a bit. “But-“
“Just because I’ll be far away, doesn’t mean we can’t make this work! I can fly you out for weekend visits and we can FaceTime on all the days we can’t be there together in person! And we can still have our date nights and-“ Wanda sighed. “But… only if you want to try.”
“Wanda,” you whispered through tears. “I love you, but what if this doesn’t work?”
“I love you most, pretty girl. But we won’t know if it doesn’t work if we don’t try. I know it’s scary and I know the unknown is well… unknown… but what if it works and the time apart only brings us closer together?” Wanda said.
Wanda scooted further up in the bed to wrap her arms around you, pressing a kiss to your dirty hair. “Okay,” you said weakly.
“Okay?” Wanda asked.
“Okay, I’m willing to try. I don’t want to lose you Wanda, and I trust you with all that I have,” you said. “Just promise me one thing.”
“Anything baby! Anything at all!”
“You go out there and you kick Columbia’s ass!” You said, giggling slightly.
Wanda chuckled. “There’s my girl!”
She pulled you even closer to her and you had forgotten that it had been a week since you’d showered and you knew in that moment what she was about to say. “Can you promise me something in return?”
“Of course, my love.”
“Please don’t ever go an entire week without showering ever again?”
“Is it really that bad?” You asked, covering your face.
“It’s that bad,” Wanda said, giggling. “Let me help you out of bed so we can see if your legs still work.”
Wanda helped you stand, watching in disgust at how crumpled you looked but she was determined to take care of you. “Stay right there!”
You frowned, sitting on the edge of the bed, not knowing if you’d be able to stand so long without her. You could hear the running water from the bathroom, smiling to yourself a little as you could tell she was running a bath for you. Wanda came back to take your hand and bring you to the bathroom, where she had set up a nice warm bubble bath, lit some candles, and grabbed you a large glass of water; forcing you to drink it even though you’re not a fan.
“Wanda-“
“Shhhh, c’mere beautiful,” she cooed.
You blushed as Wanda removed your oversized shirt and underwear. “Sorry,” you mumbled.
“No my love, I’m sorry. My application and acceptance to Columbia should’ve been something that was talked about before this whole thing blew up. Let me make it up to you, baby,” Wanda said, as she removed her clothing as well. You couldn’t help but drool as usual. Wanda stepped in the bathtub first, before holding out a hand to help you follow suit.
The calming scent of lavender overwhelmed your senses as you sat in the bathtub with your girlfriend. You reached out to grab your wash cloth but Wanda swatted your hand away. “Let me,” she said quietly.
She washed your hair first, taking the time to massage your scalp, almost putting you to sleep with how good she is at that. After your hair was shampooed and conditioned, she helped wash your body, using a new gentle exfoliating scrub that you’d never seen before.
“Did my sister put you up to this?” You asked.
“No, it was my idea after she told me you smelled so bad that the neighbors down the street could smell you!”
“Hey!” You exclaimed, chuckling as you splashed her.
“I just wanted to make sure my baby was being taken care of is all,” Wanda cooed.
“I wasn’t doing a very good job of that myself,” you sighed. “I don’t know what I’ll do once you move, Wanda.”
“Shhh we will cross that bridge when we get to it, baby. Just let mommy take care of you tonight,” Wanda said softly. You hummed at the title and closed your eyes as she washed the filth and stink away.
“Baby we have to stand up so we can properly rinse the bubbles off,” Wanda said.
“Mmmm but you’re so cozy!” You whined.
“C’mon baby we can get cozy after we’re rinsed and dry,” Wanda cooed.
You huffed but obliged, slowly and carefully standing up so you didn’t slip. The two of you rinsed and stepped out of the tub; Wanda wrapping you in a warm, fluffy towel before guiding you back to your room. You’d never felt so pampered before; Wanda sitting behind you on your bed as she brushed your hair. The two of you went through your nighttime routines, almost as if living together was normal. And for just a moment, your thoughts weren’t plagued with the reality of Wanda leaving in a few short weeks.
“You need to eat,” Wanda said, kissing your shoulder after finishing with your hair.
“Can we just order a pizza?” You asked. “I don’t wanna cook or go out.”
“Of course, sweet girl,” Wanda cooed. “The usual?”
If your eyes could produce hearts, you were sure they would. You nodded, grabbing your vape pen and taking a few hits. You could definitely tell that after a week’s worth of rotting, you’d need to replace your cart sooner rather than later.
“That tasted like an email,” you said, coughing, and sputtering. Wanda laughed and you forgot how much you missed her in that moment.
“Here baby,” she said, handing you a fresh cart. She leaned in but then stopped herself. “May I kiss you?”
You nodded, but she frowned. “Yes please,” you whispered. Wanda leaned in again, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You grabbed her face and pulled her close, kissing her with so much emotion and love that maybe would somehow make up for the week away. Her hands were wandering your body, the two of you still not dressed after your relaxing bath. Wanda’s hands traveled to your ass, scooping you up into her lap to face her, with a little yelp of surprise from you in the process.
“Please,” you whispered as her kisses trailed down your neck, leaving little bites in their wake.
“Please what, baby?” Wanda tortured. Her lips were now trailing down your chest, getting closer and closer to your hardened nipples.
“Please mommy! I need you,” you whined.
“Patience, my sweet girl,” Wanda said, taking one of your nipples in her mouth. She closed her lips around it, gently sucking and nibbling, her tongue soothing over the bites. She took her time on each one, undoubtably able to feel how wet you were as you sat in her lap. You hadn’t noticed that your hips had started moving, in an attempt to get some relief from her teasing.
“Aww my needy baby,” Wanda teased, pulling away. “Tell mommy what you want so badly.”
You blushed, your head falling forward onto her shoulder, all of a sudden feeling very exposed and shy. “I can’t hear you baby,” Wanda said.
You felt her reach out to your nightstand, grabbing your pen so you could take a few more hits. Or so you thought. Wanda lifted your head and you watched as she took a hit from your pen first. And then she grabbed your face, allowing you to shotgun from her, just like your first time, sitting in this exact position, just with more clothes on. The moment brought you back and you were feeling suddenly even more needy. This continued for a few more times and you were most definitely feeling the high now.
“Need you Mommy,” you said, your high letting you be a little more brave. “Need you to touch me.”
“Aw my love, but I am already touching you! Is that all you wanted?”
“N-no! I wantyoutotouchmypussy!” You stammered out. Wanda giggled and figured she’d tortured you enough. She helped you off her lap and down onto the bed, spreading your legs while admiring how messy your pussy had become.
Wanda hesitated no longer and took a long, thick lick over your exposed cunt. “Oh fuck!”
Your hands flew to Wanda’s hair, holding it away from her face as she ate you out. Gentle sucks on your clit had your hips arching, but she pushed you back down. Wanda always made sure to finish her meal. “Doing so well for me baby,” Wanda teased against your pussy. Every time the two of you end up like this, it feels like the very first time. It wasn’t long before her ministrations sent you over the edge, not once but twice.
“Wanda,” you gasped as she climbed up next to you, while she placed her hand flat over your pussy.
“Mine. This will always be mine. Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, mommy!”
“Good girl! Now go get cleaned up, I think the pizza is here!”
You had forgotten about the pizza delivery and rushed to the bathroom to use the toilet and grab some clean clothes to put on. Wanda had already grabbed plates and napkins from the kitchen, reheating a few slices in the microwave. You found Wanda setting up a little “picnic” on your bed, a blanket out on top and the plates and pizza on that too. Wanda had turned on the television to the celebrity gossip channel (her favorite).
“You got my favorite!” You exclaimed. You took a big bite of the pepperoni and pineapple topped slice and moaned.
“Careful there, baby,” Wanda teased. You shoved her gently and the two of you sat and ate, listening to Entertainment Tonight as you finished. You leaned back in bed and rubbed your tummy, four slices later, you and Wanda had devoured that pizza.
“My love, I’ve been thinking,” Wanda said. “What if…. What if we didn’t have to do long distance.”
“Wanda, I’m not that good at math but I think three thousand plus miles is a bit of a distance!” You said, looking at her a little crazily.
“Well yes, you are right about that but… hear me out,” she started. “What if…. What if we moved in together?”
“I-,” you stuttered.
“My dad could get me a little apartment! He owes me anyway.. and we could decorate it super cute and history will say we were roommates and-“
“Wanda, wait. And what would I do while you’re in school? I can’t go to Columbia! I didn’t even care to apply to college!” You said, starting to get upset again.
“Baby wait, listen. You could do whatever you want! If you wanted to take classes online, you could. If you wanted to get a job out there, you could, but you wouldn’t have to, or you could be my little stay at home wife and do whatever you want!” Wanda exclaimed. “It’s an entirely different world over there!”
“Can I think about it?” You asked, hating that you didn’t have a single answer right this moment.
“Of course my love,” Wanda reassured. She gave you a smile, and a kiss and you picked up your dinner picnic to throw away the trash. On your walk to the kitchen, you contemplated Wanda’s proposal. It really is a different world there. You’d never been to New York, or the east coast in general. Maybe you’d find a cool job and the thrill of coming back to your own place that you lived in with Wanda made you feel excited. You were thinking about the opportunities you’d have to go to different museums and see Broadway musicals and try tons of New York pizza. But then there was leaving your parents and your sister… They’d understand, right? You and Wanda have been together an entire year now. Not unheard of for a couple to move in together after that.
You hadn’t realized you were standing and staring out the kitchen window when Wanda tapped you lightly on the shoulder. “Those gears are really turning, huh, my love?”
“They are.. I’d really like to talk to my parents first if that’s okay. Not that I need their permission but I’m sure you understand. I hope,” you said, eyes softening as you turned to face your girlfriend.
“Of course baby,” Wanda said, smiling. She placed a kiss on your forehead and grabbed your hand back to go back to bed. “Can I stay the night? Or would you rather I not, so you can talk to your parents tomorrow?”
“Hmm as much as I love sleeping with you, I think it’s best I talk to my parents alone,” you said, hanging your head.
“Hey pretty girl, it’s okay! It’s a big ask, a big step, a big proposition. Whatever the outcome, I love you so much no matter what, okay?” Wanda said softly, pulling you in for a tight hug. “I love you, beautiful.”
“I love you most,” you responded.
——
“This box is so damn heavy, what’s in here, bricks?!” Your older sister asked.
“I should’ve just asked Pietro to help if all you’re going to do is complain!” You cried out. The box was heavy but your sister did help you pack so she should know.
Wanda’s stuff was already packed away neatly in the truck, with some furniture already at the new place across the country, waiting to be unboxed. You both agreed to buy a new bed just so you’d have somewhere to sleep when you visit home. The two of you had picked out the perfect little flat in New York City, and planned on adopting a cat as soon as you’re both settled.
“You ready for this, baby?” Wanda asked, stepping next to you inside the large moving truck.
“Yes and no, I’m nervous, but I’ll go anywhere with you,” you said, taking Wanda’s hand.
“I’ll be there every step of the way. We’ll be together,” Wanda said, pulling you into her side.
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Will you please write a stepdad nat with her not being able to resist fucking you with your mom in the other room? Gp
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Pairing: Stepdad!Natasha x Fem!Reader
Content Warning: Stepcest/fauxcest, slight daddy kink, cheating, GP!Natasha, vaginal sex. Please be mindful, this is not a healthy relationship between stepfather and stepdaughter!
Word count: 1.3k
A/N: thank you for the request! immensely fun to write. wrote this in an hour just before bedtime. charlie needs a glass of warm milk and some sleep
Your stepdad is insatiable.
Your quick little trysts had started as just that: quick, casual little things when your mother wasn’t home. Natasha’s taken you in the hallway, on the couch, pressed against the kitchen cabinets, she had the libido of a damn stallion and you would hate it if it didn’t make you a little weak in the knees.
But at some point, Natasha had started seeking you out more frequently.
“I’m sorry, kiddo, your mom kicked me out of our room,” she murmurs apologetically against your neck after slipping into your bed one warm summer night. “Not my fault, baby, I’m sorry.”
Your bedroom is dim, your childhood nightlight struggling to light up the room. You hum gently as Natasha’s arms wrap around your waist, her front pressed against your back, and for a moment you think she’s getting ready to shut her eyes and fall asleep, but then a wandering hand brushes the hem of your soft sleep shirt, fingertips cool against your abdomen, and you gasp softly.
“Dad,” you whisper, and Natasha hums lazily. “Dad, you can’t. Mom’s next door.”
“She’s not gonna hear,” your stepdad says, though it does little to soothe your worries. The same wandering hand starts to inch upwards, and when she finally grasps at your chest, you can’t help but arch your back against her. Your ass presses against her front — with the thin material of both of your pyjamas, you can feel her hips stir against you as she stiffens under your touch. She hisses softly. “Fuck, baby, it’s like you want this more than me.”
“You have to be quick,” you mumble, but now Natasha’s up, pushing you onto your back until you’re looking up at her with wide eyes.
Your chest rises and falls steadily with every breath, and you glance at the door. It’s unlocked. If you were too loud, there was every chance of being discovered, and that couldn’t happen at any cost.
Natasha lifts your legs up and you wordlessly acquiesce, lifting your hips for her to shimmy your pants off. “Pretty baby,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to your calf. “My pretty little girl.” Next are your panties, a frilly white pair that Natasha had mentioned offhandedly once about finding cute and girly, so you’d bought three more hoping she’d be able to take them off.
You squirm with warmth. “Take it off,” you demand, voice wavering. Natasha huffs.
“Should get up and leave just for that,” she says, though without any real anger, and then your panties slide down your thighs too easily. “I’m your fucking dad, I make the rules, okay?”
The firmness of her voice makes you throb. “Y-yes, Daddy,” you reply, and you see Natasha’s brow soften. She leaves another kiss on your calf, and then she’s spreading your legs apart with her work-rough hands.
“Look at that pretty pussy,” Natasha says, almost to herself, and a hand absently trails to your cunt, gently petting with two wide fingers and spreading your folds. A loud exhale leaves her nose when her fingers come back sticky with arousal. “Already wet. Why’re you wet, baby?”
You whimper softly. Natasha’s pulling her pants down, and God, you can’t even look at her cock with the way your cheeks are burning.
Natasha settles on top of you, bracing herself with a hand, the other on your waist. From this close you can see her lips twitch into a smirk, something the low light was hiding. “You wanted Daddy to come to your little bed and fuck you, huh?” but judging by her smile, she already knows the answer. Her hand on your waist squeezes roughly, making you cry out.
Instantly her hand flies to your mouth, clamping tightly, and both of your eyes are wide. “Shh! You want your mom coming in?” Her hips press against yours. You moan softly at the feeling of her nudging at your cunt, leaking pre-cum all over. “Stay quiet.”
And then your stepdad is slipping into you so easily with how wet you are, making you stretch around her, and you’re gasping behind her palm, tears prickling in your eyes. Natasha kisses your forehead softly as she pushes herself in, inch by inch, and then she’s completely in you, soothing an ache deep inside you that you hadn’t even realized you had.
“Good girl,” she says in a hushed whisper against your temple, leaving another kiss. “Took me so well, baby, good girl.” The praise makes your thighs shake a little.
She pulls out just enough, and then she’s fucking you roughly, her other hand still on your waist and groping hard. Your bed creaks with every movement, and you see the furrow of Natasha’s brow as she tries to balance the need to be quiet with the need to be as deep in you as possible.
Your cunt clenches around her with each deep thrust as she drives her hips forward relentlessly, and the bed starts creaking louder, headboard hitting the shitty thin wall behind you, but it's your moans that are too loud, even muffled behind her palm. You’re sure you’re drooling as your stepdad pulls her hand away to grab at your face.
“You wanna fucking wake her up?” Natasha hisses, though not unkindly, but her hips aren’t stopping and the heat in your stomach is getting stronger. Her mouth moves to your neck, nipping against sensitive skin as she slams into you harder, like she wants to fuck all the moans out of you.
“D-Daddy…” you whine high in your throat, then bite your lip to stop a loud moan in your throat, but it’s almost impossible with the way her cock is hitting the perfect spot inside you, the spot that makes your hips lift off the bed involuntarily.
“Shut up,” Natasha says, and then her fingers are prying your mouth open, your jaw hanging as she presses two fingers against your wet tongue for you to suck. She’s still fucking you, a little faster now with desperation, but you know how to do this, how to use your mouth, Natasha taught you, so you suck on her fingers with little whimpers trapped behind them.
The hand at your waist slides to your hip, steadying your bucking with a firm grip as she picks up the pace. Her fingers stifle your desperate moans as your tongue swirls around them. Her cock keeps hitting the spot that makes your limbs tighten and your stomach flutter, and now you definitely know you’re drooling down your chin.
You can tell she’s close from the way her eyes screw shut, her brows knitting. The heat in your abdomen is coming to a head, too, but her hips impossibly speed up, fucking you raw and gasping, and suddenly your orgasm hits you full force, washing over you from head to toe.
Your eyes widen. You moan as loudly as you possibly can with Natasha’s fingers still in your mouth. You’re squeezing around her cock and Natasha lets out a whimper, her lower lip trembling before she lets out one, two soft gasps, and she’s cumming inside you, your legs shaking with the sensation.
She lays on top of you for a moment, gasping for air greedily, before she slowly slides her fingers out of your mouth, saliva cooling in the warm bedroom air.
“Fuck,” Natasha says, her lips twitching into a real grin now. Her cock is still warm, throbbing gently inside you, and the sensation makes you tingle a little. You’re smiling a little too now, even with your lips wet with spit, but Natasha leans down to kiss your mouth clean anyway. When she rests her head on your shoulder, her eyes half-lidded with exhaustion, you almost want to wrap your legs and flip her over, but you’re falling asleep yourself.
“Was I too loud?” you ask in a sleepy mumble, now much, much quieter. Natasha hums against your skin, and you can almost hear her smile.
i really like coming up with headcanons for stepdad!nat... she's a great dad but also a terrible father, if that makes any sense.
stepdad!nat is a complete horndog. even when your mother's home, she'll corner you in the hallway and you can already tell what the issue is by the way her brows knit. she's not downright perverted, okay, she's just got a high sex drive! that's what she tells you anyway, while she eases you onto your knees and cups the back of your head.
it's not always about her, though. sometimes stepdad!nat presses you against the wall roughly, your back arched against her front while she pulls down your little pyjama shorts and gropes your ass, spreading your cheeks. sometimes she won't even finger you, just doing an 'inspection,' she calls it as she drags her fingers and smears your arousal all over.
stepdad!nat likes coming to your room on lonely nights, maybe if your mother's had a little argument with her, and pressing herself against you when she slides under your pretty sheets. she'll kiss your nape softly, but of course her touches never end there, and by the time she's on top of you she has the courtesy of at least turning your little plushies around before she yanks your panties down.
The request that I didn't follow too well 😅 (sorry)
When Natasha walks into your restaurant for the first time, you don’t think much of it. She’s just another customer for you to serve… albeit a beautiful one.
“Hi! Welcome in! How’s your night treating you?” you ask cheerily, giving her your best smile.
She offers you a huff through her nose and brushes off your question.
Okay, well, you can try and work with that. You persevere despite her lack of receptive response. “Here’s our menu. I’ll be back shortly to take your order,” you tell her, flashing her another smile.
Natasha grabs the menu from you without another word, so you take the hint and give her some space and time to peruse her options.
When you return to her table, she orders one of the simplest things on the menu—a burger, fries, and a water.
She doesn’t address or speak to you any further, ignoring your continued polite attempts at a small, pleasant conversation.
She leaves without a “thank you” or a “have a good night”, exiting the restaurant without a backward glance.
And she doesn’t tip.
Oh, so she’s not just another customer. She’s the fucking worst.
One week has passed since you last saw Natasha, and yet, you’re still ranting about the minimal interaction. You can’t stop; anger and irritation have been present every moment of your shifts since that day no matter what you do.
“She was just so rude,” you say hotly for what is probably the umpteenth time, “Literally, infuriating.”
“Uh huh,” your coworker responds, bored, having heard this basically on repeat.
“I just- I can’t fucking believe the nerve of her.”
“I hear you.”
“The absolute audacity to walk in here, barely say a word to me, and then not leave a tip.”
“Yeah.”
“I mean, I’m a great server, a fucking delight… and, not to mention, I’m downright adorable. No one doesn’t tip me.”
Your coworker has finally had enough of your tirades. “Dude, just let it go,” she sighs exasperatedly, “You’re, like, obsessed with her.”
“The fuck? I am not obsessed with her,” you deny immediately, spitting out the words as if just the thought disgusts you.
“You haven’t shut up about her since you saw her. Just admit you thought she had that super hot aloof and mysterious thing going on and you liked it.”
“I didn’t find her hot!” you argue, taking genuine offense at the fact that your coworker could think something like that about you.
“Sure, you didn’t.”
“No, seriously, I didn’t. I don’t,” you declare vehemently before muttering under your breath, “I swear, if she shows her face again, I’m going to-”
“Well, you’ve got your chance.”
“What?”
“She’s here.” Your coworker nods her head in the direction of where Natasha is, seated at the same table as the last time she was here. “She’s been here. Eavesdropping probably. You haven’t been quiet.”
Your gaze snaps over to Natasha, finding her already staring. One of her eyebrows quirks up as you make eye contact. “You didn’t think to warn me?” you hiss, alarmed, voice finally dropping to a lower volume as you look back at your coworker.
Your coworker just shrugs, unbothered, and then she walks away from you, heading to the back, leaving you alone behind the counter.
Natasha’s still watching you, eyes intense and unmeetable. You’re fleeing to the back after your coworker in just seconds.
You don’t emerge until you’re sure the redhead has left the restaurant, too sheepish and embarrassed to face her. You make your way over to her booth to clean up her dishes, and there, left on the table, is several crumpled bills. It’s the biggest tip you’ve ever received—the biggest tip you’ve ever seen—and, written on the merchant copy of the receipt in sloppy scrawl underneath her signature… ‘Fair enough’.
You don’t know how or why; the whole situation doesn’t make sense to you. You insulted Natasha, and yet she left that huge tip and agreeing note… and she continues to show up, over and over, arriving at the same time every week. She becomes a regular, always coming in during your shifts, always seating herself in your section, and always alone.
Your coworker teases you relentlessly. “She likes you,” she singsongs.
You have to frantically shush her every time, her loudness way too much for the small restaurant, the redhead surely able to overhear. “There’s no way she does,” you reject her statement, “I insulted her. A lot. Multiple times. And she made it clear that she heard me.”
“Yeah, and she also told you that you were right.”
“That doesn’t mean she likes me.”
“Don’t play dumb, and don’t pretend you don’t like her too.”
“How many times do we have to do this. I don’t like her.”
Despite the less-than-respectful-on-her-part first interaction, despite the less-than-respectful-on-your-part second interaction, you two do develop a sort of routine. Natasha sits in the same booth every visit; you memorize her order and put it in with the kitchen before she has to ask. She begins to smile and talk a bit more; you learn that her silences, when present, aren’t impolite.
You don’t want to admit it—because how could your heart possibly betray you like this by fluttering every time you see her stroll through the restaurant doors?—but you can’t keep lying to yourself about how you aren’tbeginning to like her. She’s not totally unpleasant anymore, you guess.
“Your usual,” you say as you deliver the burger, fries, and water glass to Natasha’s table.
She flashes you a small grin, and, like what’s typical for her now, thanks you, her voice soft when she talks. “You always know just what I need.”
You roll your eyes but can’t suppress your own smile. “You ‘need’ the same thing every time. It’s not hard.”
Unconsciously, you find yourself happy that she’s always unaccompanied, with no one in tow, and although you don’t think you’ll ever stop ignoring your coworker’s claims—“Just accept that she has a crush on you”—you’re secretly pleased at being told that perhaps Natasha likes you. Your coworker was right. She really does have a super hot aloof and mysterious thing going on.
It’s a Thursday when Natasha next comes in, which is… weird. She’s a Wednesday patron, a 6:30pm Wednesday patron, to be exact. She’s always on time. So, when she arrives at the restaurant on a different day than normal, at a different time than normal—right before you’re off, actually—and sits at a different table than normal, it’s beyond unexpected.
Your coworker shoots you a confused look when she watches the redhead make her way into her section instead of yours, and although you’re puzzled and perhaps ever so slightly jealous, you technically are supposed to be clocking out in a few minutes, so it’s not like you could serve her anyway.
Maybe she just really wanted another burger earlier than normal, and maybe she just didn’t want to sit by the window tonight.
You can’t help but eavesdrop on Natasha’s order. Will she be switching that up too?
“Can I get you your usual?” your coworker asks her.
Natasha shakes her head. “Not yet,” she answers, “I’m actually waiting for someone this time.”
You falter, heart sinking in your chest in a funny way that you don’t want to acknowledge. She’s on a date. Your eyes flick to the front doors, wondering just when the person meeting with her will be walking through them. You don’t want to be here for that.
You remove your apron and fold it over your forearm with maybe a little too much force, you grab your bag from the back possibly somewhat too roughly, and you make your way out of the back room, heading toward the exit with purpose. You happen to have to pass Natasha’s booth on your way. You don’t make eye contact.
You’re stopped by a hand reaching out to grab your wrist, and you whip around, confused and surprised at being stopped by her.
“Where are you going?” she asks, voice gentle as she tries to soothe your clear agitation.
“I’m off,” you reply, and you can’t help but throw something a bit more bitter her way as well. “But you know that already.” It’s a definitive statement. She’s familiar with your schedule by now; she’s been here enough times to have learned it.
“I do know,” she confirms.
It makes you even angrier, and your annoyance, stemming from jealousy, flares. You open your mouth to shoot back some retort, but she beats you to it.
“Well? Are you just going to stand there? Aren’t you going to sit?”
You freeze, brows furrowing. “What?”
“Table for two today,” she informs you even though you’re well aware, grinning in amusement at how obvious it is that you’re trying to connect the dots.
And then it clicks… and you slowly slip your bag off your shoulder… and you slowly take a seat across from her… and you slowly find yourself smiling instead of frowning in hurt.
Your coworker returns to the table, smirking knowingly, an ‘I so told you so’ expression on her face as she gives you a pointed look. “Your date finallyshow? Ready to order now?” she addresses Natasha.
Natasha nods, turning to face your coworker. “Yeah, I’ll take my usual, and…” She then looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to relay what you want to eat. “Get whatever you’d like. It’s on me.”
You raise an eyebrow. “I work here. I get all my meals for free.”
“I know,” she says playfully, “That’s why it’s on me.”
Summary: You're a stripper, and first met Natasha under...special circumstances.
Warnings: 18+ themes (nothing explicit in this one though)
A/N: Starting a new AU alert! A short introduction to my new two little freaks. Mob!Nat in this AU is very different from my previous one, given that she's much more nonchalant and toxic. Don't have much of this written but I really like the dynamic of these two (down bad R and could not care less Nat :D)
You didn’t hate your job. Sure the guys were sleazy, some of the girls can be…a little toxic, but it paid well. You needed the money to pay your bills and honestly this job takes less of your time and paid more than what you could get outside.
So here you were, stripping for a man in his late thirties, while he sips on a beer bottle and tries his hardest to respect the no touching rule that you just know he’s itching to break. The way his eyes run over your body and the way he palms himself and adjusts on the seat…
Men are all so predictable.
You liked him though, much more than some of the other clients you’ve had.
He comes about twice a month and always calls for a 30 minute private strip tease from you. Sometimes you feel generous and need the extra tip, and you’d let him grab on your tits.
Everything comes with a price for you.
You don’t fucking eat your greens because you liked them, keeping this body in good shape was a chore, one that you didn’t hate, but still a chore nonetheless.
Your hips sway to the music that you let him choose, a slow one that got you teasing more than stripping. He seems to have a particular interest in your ass today, his eyes never leaving it whenever you would turn or grind down on him.
And then it happened.
You heard her before you saw her. The door slamming open and the familiar sight of a gun and a man blazing in. You weren’t even concerned at your lack of clothes, merely scared that you might not make it out tonight.
You hear your client cuss and try to draw his own gun, hands clumsy and face red from embarrassment or fear, you’re not quite sure. He didn't even manage to touch his gun before the man whacked him on the head and knocked him unconscious.
And then you finally saw her.
You were peeking out from the bedside table, eyes firmly set on the man who hauled your client's body onto his shoulder and carried him out. He stopped right at the door, speaking to her.
Red hair.
Leather jacket.
Piercing green eyes staring right back at you.
Fuck, was your first thought.
She is gorgeous, your brain unhelpfully supplied. Not that it mattered, when she was looking at you with furrowed brows.
Gosh, maybe you are taking your last few breaths.
Being in this industry, it was sketchy. People were nasty. Everyone did something illegal, either professionally or personally. So you weren't exactly surprised by tonight's events.
But damn it, you didn't wanna die.
Not today, at least.
She spoke a few sentences to the man, gesturing for him to leave the room with your client.
And then the door shut.
And there were two.
Fuck, again.
"Come on out, sweetheart."
Oh shit, fuck, shit, fuck, were the only words going through your mind right now.
She walked over to the leather chair that your client was sat on earlier, and dropped her gun onto the table right beside it. You distinctly register that your client's wallet is still on the table as well.
Thinking that there really was no other choice for you, you stood up and slowly made your way over to her. Briefly, you felt exposed at your naked body despite being in this state in front of strangers, many times.
She turned and shrugged off her leather jacket, your brain can't help but notice and take in her toned arms and tattoos that peaked out above her collarbone from her shirt's neckline.
Draping the jacket on the back of the leather chair, she started talking to you, "Sorry about the interruption, but he's really good at slipping away so I had to stop the show before he did it again."
You faintly register a slight Russian accent in her voice, but she must've been in the States for long because it's not too obvious.
You give her your stage name when she asks, and with a raised brow, you relented and gave her your first name.
She tested it out, saying it softly with a smirk on her face, and for some god damn reason your heart started beating faster hearing your name from her lips.
What is wrong with me?
She grabs the wallet left on table, "He pay you any good, sweetheart?"
"Sometimes."
"Let's see…man's not broke, that's for sure," she pulls out a stack of hundreds from his wallet and then leaves it all on the table.
Turning around and taking a seat on the leather chair, she finally looks at you. Really looks at you.
She didn't hide the way her eyes were taking in your body, from your hair to the swell of your breasts, down to you curves and back up again. "You're pretty, I like pretty girls. You think you can give me a dance?"
"If you pay me," came out before you even processed the question.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
She laughs, which sounded frankly, quite sexy.
And you think everything is going well until she spoke again, "Of course, how about this…you give me a little performance, and I don't kill you for witnessing whatever that happened just now."
Gulp.
Right.
Definitely not the time for snark and laughs.
"And all the cash you just dig out, I want them too," your mouth is so going to get yourself killed one day.
Natasha smirks, "I like pretty girls with a bit of attitude, deal."
So you walked out the club that day with your life still in tact, and a thousand dollars in your purse.
could you write a oneshot about avenger reader, who always wears those tactical suits that covers up their neck, and then the one time they take it off (its damaged/dirty/bloody/they thought they were alone/etc) the avengers find out reader has a massive scar on their neck, revealing that someone slit their throat (in the past, the scar is healed)?
tragic backstory ensues. I'll let you choose what it is. Teehee.
fluff+angst, g/n reader, nobody dies au, happy ending? thanks a million! >–<
Gentle Touch
Warning: mention of past abuse, mention of past sexual assault, kind of cheating (Maria is fine with it), kissing, drinking, angst with a happy ending
Relationships: Maria x Natasha x reader
Word Count: 3.8K
The drink from the bartender stayed untouched as you played with the condensation rolling down the glass. Honestly, you weren’t sure why you were still here. There was a tiredness that seeped deep into your bones. After returning from a 3-day solo mission, all you wanted to do was climb under the blankets in your bed. But there was a party, and you had to make sure you showed your face. In another 10 minutes, you would excuse yourself. “Well, there you are,” the usually sultry tone of Natasha would make you smile. It could pull you out of any funk, but not tonight. “I thought you were ignoring us.”
Us. Her and Maria. The couple had been together since their early SHIELD days, and for some reason, they wanted you to join. You kept them at arm’s length away. Sure, you flirted with them, thrived under the attention, but you never gave them more. “I could never ignore you, Red.” Without a thought, your hand went to her hip and brought her close. You loved the way she willingly came to you and the goosebumps that appeared on her skin.
“Mission went well?” Maria questioned.
“Yes, Deputy Director,” you smirked. “My report is already on your desk.” The brunette smiled.
“Now this is why you’re my favorite.”
“Really?” You questioned. “It wasn’t my good looks and charming personality.” Maria rolled her eyes.
“Timely reports just do it for me.” You chuckled and shook your head.
“You seem tired, Detka,” Natasha said. Her right hand left her drink on the bar and traced the bags underneath your eyes. Her fingers were cold from the ice, and that sent a shiver down your spine.
“Mission was long,” you mumbled. “Might call it early.”
“Are you okay?” Maria asked. Her hand rested on your upper back. This was how it always was. The three of you are touching in some way or another. Natasha’s feet were thrown over you while her head was in Maria’s lap. During meetings, you’d play with the ring on Maria’s hand, tracing each line and scar. It was normal. But tonight it felt wrong. The second Natasha’s fingers touched your face, and Maria’s hand on your back, it felt like it burned. The turtle neck you wore and the closeness of their bodies made you feel claustrophobic.
Natasha was right. You were avoiding them because they were the ones to see through your fake smiles and jokes. “I’m okay,” you said as you stood up from the bar stool, and they stepped back. “Don’t make too many bad choices tonight.”
It was easy to sneak out of the party and venture to your room. Once the door was closed, you shed the turtle neck, and it felt easier to breathe. Sighing, you went to the bathroom and turned on the lights. You kept your eyes down as you brushed your teeth and cleaned your face. Then you had to do the worst part of your routine. You made quick work of it, opening the medicated lotion on your fingers and rubbing it on the scar on your neck.
This wasn’t a small scar, something that was easy to cover up. It ran from one side of your throat to the other. The doctor who saved your life told you the scar would never fully go away. It would serve as a constant reminder of what happened to you.
Once you were satisfied, you washed your hands and crawled into your bed. The scar was always covered, whether it be a turtle neck, a ribbon, or a bandana. No one could see it because no one knew who you were before the Avengers.
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“Something was off with her.” Natasha pulled back the covers to climb into bed next to Maria. “I didn’t get one compliment on my skirt, and I wore it for her.” Maria raised an eyebrow at her.
“I thought you wore it for me.”
“I wore it for both of you.” Maria chuckled and went back to reading the file in her hands. “Is that her mission report?” Natasha asked, then rolled onto her side. Maria hummed. “Well, what does it say?” The brunette sighed.
“Easy in and out. They got the intel and came back.” Maria closed the file and tossed it onto the nightstand.
“Then they omitted something,” the redhead said. Maria brought her into her arms. “Ria, they weren’t themselves tonight.”
“I know,” Maria kissed the top of her head. “But we can’t do anything until they come to us, and when they do, we’ll be ready.”
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Gods, you were exhausted. Nightmares plagued your mind and kept you up. You were a zombie when you woke up. You stared at the bowl of cereal that rested on the counter. “Hey, sweetheart,” Natasha walked behind you with a gentle touch to your back. The sleepless night was getting to you, and you flinched from her touch. “How did you sleep?”
“Fine,” you answered. “Kept waking up.” Natasha poured the coffee into a mug.
“You know you can always come to us if you are having trouble sleeping.”
“You and Maria are gonna tire me out,” you heard Natasha scuff. In a quick motion, Natasha spun you around. Her hands are on either side of you to cage you in. “Damn, Red, I didn’t think this look would do it for you.” You were standing in a hoodie that was 2 sizes too big for you (you were 90% sure it belonged to Thor) and sleep shorts. Like always, a piece of fabric wrapped around your neck like a scarf.
“Something is wrong,” she said. “I know there is.” You frowned.
“Nothing is wrong,” you said simply. “Tasha,” you spoke softly, hand coming up to cup her cheek. It seemed second nature for her to lean into it. “I’m fine. I’d tell you if I wasn’t.”
She snapped out of her haze when you removed your hand. “You omitted something from your report.” She accused you.
“How did you-” you stopped yourself, lips snapped shut. “Don’t do this, Natasha.” Her name felt so foreign on your lips that it sounded like you spoke a different language. She was always Tasha, Red, or Nat. Never Natasha. Her face crumbled slightly. It was a small change that no one would notice besides you, Maria, and maybe her sister. She acted as if you slapped her. You ducked underneath her arm.
“Why did you leave something out of the report?” She questioned.
“Because it didn’t affect the mission or was relevant to it.” Or because you desperately wanted to forget the feeling of their hands on you. It reminded you so much of that night.
“Helen reported no injuries.” She continued.
“I wasn’t injured.” You snapped. No, you weren’t injured. You came damn near close, but you weren’t hurt. The men who grabbed you were a different story. Sighing, you pinched the bridge of your nose. “I’m fine.” Even the lie wasn’t convincing because it was Natasha who was tearing down the walls you were desperately trying to keep up. The redhead had seen you after nightmares and brutal missions that had left you drained. She and Maria had been there for you like you’ve been there for them.
“I’m not gonna let this go.” And you knew she wouldn’t.
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This time you wore shorts and tight-fitted long sleeves. Instead of the loose fabric around your neck, you traded it for a neck gaiter. The black fabric was pulled up to below your nose. You had this cover-up in a million different colors, wearing it with your tactical suit and during training. The scarves, bandana, and ribbons were a part of you; no one on the team questioned it anymore. Sure, they asked when you first joined the team, and you gave them the same answer you gave everyone - ‘I just like having it covered.’ Yelena said you looked badass.
Over the sound of your fist hitting the sandbags, you heard her footsteps. Maria. You figured you had a good hour before she came to find you after your couple argument with Natasha. She leaned against the wall, hair in a neat bun, and her usual uniform on. She must have had a few meetings this morning. “Like what you see, Director?” You questioned as you caught the sandbag and pulled the gaiter below your mouth.
“You know I do.” You chuckled, pulled the boxing gloves off your hand, and picked up your water bottle.
“Are you here to write me up?” You questioned.
“Withholding information on a mission report is grounds for immediate removal,” you watched as she closed the distance between you and her. Your eyes stayed locked on hers. “It’s important we know everything that occurs during the mission, regardless of whether you feel like it was necessary.”
“Okay,” you simply said, choosing not to elaborate more. Maria sighed your name and went to grab your forearm. Her fingers barely touched you before you flinched away. The brunette’s eyes narrowed her. Her eyes cataloged your movements. You’ve seen this look during meetings as she tried to figure out the missing piece.
“You flinched,” she stated. “You flinched last night and this morning with Natasha.” So she noticed it but chose not to say anything to you. “Who hurt you, baby?”
“Ria,” you whimpered. “Please just let it this go.”
“Okay,” she gave in. “You can come to me with anything. I hope you know that.”
“I do,” you nodded. “Just - just not with this. I’m not ready for that.” You turned on your heels and left the gym, ignoring the heartbroken expression on Maria’s face.
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You had no idea how you found yourself here - sandwiched between Yelena and Wanda at some bar in New York City that the blonde Russian swore by. It was a decent place. Management allowed you to enter through the back and to the right of the VIP area. You were pretty sure Kate was the one to declare a girl’s night out, and she gave you her best puppy dog eyes that seemed impossible to say no to.
The alcohol from the two shots Yelena forced into your hand and the Long Island you were nursing was making you feel warm and a little loose. It was a dangerous combination, especially with Natasha wearing the black dress and Maria the white button-up. You were only human.
The couple came back with another round of shots that you skipped on. “Are you tapping out early?” Yelena yelled in your ear. You winced at the noise.
“Pacing myself.” You replied.
“Are you worried you’ll end up in bed with my sister and Hill?” You slapped the blonde underneath the table.
“You are disgusting.”
“She’s not wrong, though,” you turned your attention to the witch. “You’ve been avoiding them since you got back from Nigeria.” That solo mission was two weeks ago. You’ve done everything to avoid them. Frankly, it was killing you. You missed them so much, and it was your dumb fault. You looked at the other end of the table. Natasha was talking with Carol. Maria had her arm around the redhead’s shoulder, but she was looking at you. She gave you a smile, and you returned it.
Sighing, you fixed the scarf around your neck. “You should just get out of your head and kiss them.” Yelena flicked the center of your forehead. “Simple.”
“Simple,” you repeated, rubbing the spot she flicked. “How’s that advice working for you with Kate? You’re just going to start making out with her.” Even in the low light of the bar, you saw the blush appear on her cheeks. Wanda laughed, trying to hide it behind a drink.
“Shut it, Maximoff,” the blonde snapped. “Maybe we are both idiots.” You tilted your head back as you laughed. That was the most accurate statement you’ve heard in weeks.
“Let me out, Wands,” you said to the witch after you downed half your drink. “I gotta pee.” You squeezed out of the table and maneuvered around the sea of bodies to the bathroom. You locked the door behind you, quickly peed, and went to the sink to wash your hands. When you looked into the mirror, Natasha was standing behind you. “I locked that,” you said. She hummed. “Your girlfriend knows you’re following other people into the bathroom.”
“Figured it was the only place I could talk to you without you running away.”
“I haven’t been running,” you said, drying your hands with the paper towel and throwing it in the trash. You grabbed the door handle as Natasha grabbed your wrist. You stared into her green eyes.
“I’ve missed you,” she whispered, barely long enough over the bass of the music on the other side. “We’ve missed you.” And gods, you’ve missed them too. You crumpled at how sad she looked.
“Fuck it,” you mumbled. Before she could question it, you pushed her against the door and kissed her. Her body went tense. Then her brain caught up, she relaxed into you, and her arms wrapped around your shoulders. The number of times you’ve thought about kissing the Black Widow was unhealthy. You moved your hands down her sides, squeezed her ass through the dress, and picked her up by her thighs.
Her legs wrapped tightly around your waist as you moved her to the sink to set her down. You moved your lips to her cheek and down her neck. Natasha’s head hit the mirror, giving you more space to work. “We will need to talk,” Natasha said, moaning slightly as you bite down on her neck and soothed it over with her tongue.
“Talk later,” you mumbled against her skin. “Let me have this, baby, please.” You whispered against her lips. “I promise we’ll talk.” Before she could respond, you brought your lips back to hers. You wasted no time deepening the kiss, and you groaned as you felt her tongue meet yours. Natasha was addicted - her natural taste mixed with the alcohol she had. And maybe if you concentrated hard enough, you could taste Maria lingering on her lips. Shit. You were so down bad for these two. The world could end, and you couldn’t care as long as you had them.
Then you were pulled out of a feeling of bliss when you felt the usual tight fabric around your neck come loose and fall between you two. You jumped back, immediately rubbing at your neck that was fully exposed, and panic raced through your body. Natasha narrowed her eyes at the scar on your neck. “How old is that?” She went to touch the skin, but you recoiled away. The redhead whispered your name, but you were already leaving the bathroom.
There was no stopping you. You ignored the call of your name and grabbed your jacket from the back of the booth. “Whoa,” Yelena said. “Where is the -” the blonde stopped herself. “That is a wicked scar.” Again, your hand went to your bare skin. All of their eyes were on you. You had to get the fuck out of here.
You left the bar through the back and disappeared into the night.
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“Where did they go?” Natasha appeared suddenly. Maria looked at her girlfriend, who was a little disheveled, holding the fabric you always wore. Maria wasn’t stupid. In fact, she was quick to put the pieces together. Natasha followed you to the bathroom. It was taking longer than she expected, but Maria trusted you and Natasha. So she stared at her girlfriend, who no doubt was returning from a steamy make-out session that resulted in your scarf falling and revealing a rather gruesome scar.
Strange enough, Maria was jealous. Not because you and Natasha kissed. No, she couldn’t give a fuck about that. She was jealous because Natasha got to kiss you first, or she couldn’t watch. “They just took off,” Kate said.
“I don’t know why,” Yelena mumbled. “That scar is so cool.” A scar you clearly did not find cool because you always had it covered. Natasha sighed, placing her hands behind her head.
“We’ll find her,” Maria said as she stood up. “I promise.”
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Despite the rain, you continued walking. Your jacket was zipped up and pulled to your chin. You had no destination in mind but continued to walk the streets of New York City. You were so stupid. It seemed the universe liked to play a cruel joke on you. Whenever you thought you were close to being happy, the rug got pulled out from underneath you. “You are going to get sick.” You heard Maria’s voice from the car that pulled up next to you.
“I hope I do.” You said. You heard Maria’s laugh over the rain; it almost made you smile.
“Get in the car, sweetheart. We are all worried about you.” You kept walking.
“I kissed your girlfriend,” you deflected for some reason. “She’s a good kisser.”
“Trust me, I know,” you could hear the smirk in her voice. “Get in the car.” You stopped and leaned against the car to look into the passenger window.
“Would you still want me when you learn how much of a monster I truly am?” You questioned. Maria looked you over, eyes on your neck, which was covered by your jacket.
“Yes,” she answered. “Now get your ass in the car.” You huffed but got into the passenger seat. Maria reached in the back and threw you a towel.
“Thanks,” you mumbled and dried off your hair. Maria pulled onto the street and headed back to the tower with a hand on your thigh like it was the most natural thing.
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Maria had something to do with it because you were able to walk into the tower and to your room without being surrounded. Maria walked you to your door, kissed your cheek, and told you to take your time. You promised Natasha that you would talk to her.
You smiled, went to your shower, and stayed under the water until it went cold. Then you got out, dried quickly, changed into baggy clothes, and wrapped a scarf around your neck. Everyone knew, but it felt second nature. Sighing, you grabbed the lotion and walked over to Natasha and Maria’s room. You only knocked once before the door swung open. “Hey, Red,” you whispered. She offered you her hand, and you took it. You stepped into their room and closed the door behind you. Maria was changed and sitting in their bed.
“Come sit,” Natasha led you to their bed. You sat down and crossed your legs. “Are you okay?” The redhead asked. You sighed.
“I’m tired,” you admitted. “I’ve carried this for so long?” Maria asked.
“16,” you answered. Slowly, you unwrapped the scarf. It felt weird having it exposed and under the gaze of the two people you cared for so deeply. You untwisted the cap of the lotion and took some on two of your fingers. “I know it’s ugly and hard to look at. I-”
“Stop.” “Enough.” They said at the same time.
“Stop putting words in our mouths,” Natasha added. You opened and closed your mouth to come up with something, but decided against it. You rubbed the lotion on your scar while they watched intensely.
“I was working with a group called The Liberty,” the slight hitch in Natasha’s breath told you she knew who they were. “I was a gun for hire. I wasn’t proud of the work, but it provided money, food, and a roof over my head.” You tried to justify some of the kills all the time. They were dirty politicians or drug lords. “I refused to kill one of my targets. She was just 6 years old.”
You would never forget her name: Alana Peterson, the daughter of Tina Peterson, who was married to David. David was the CEO of Zeus Enterprises. Tina had an affair with a competitor, which resulted in an unplanned pregnancy. For 6 years, David raised Alana as if she were his flesh and blood. Like always, the truth came to light, and as Tina’s punishment, Alana was going to be killed. You were hired to do it.
“This was my punishment. They left me to die on the concert floor. I could feel the blood pooling around me.” You were surprised when Natasha placed her hand on your arm. You were shaking. “I blacked out and woke up in a bed.”
“Why do you hide it?” Maria questioned.
“I don’t want pity when people see it,” you whispered. “And,” you sighed. Well, you’ve come this far. “It’s a constant reminder of when I was at my most vulnerable. The doctor who saved my life, the payment terms were not conventional.” He was 30 years your senior. You spent the next 4 years recovering under him more than living. Once you’ve gotten your strength back, you killed him to escape him. Fury found you when you were 25, so you had 5 years tracking down the group and killing them for leaving you to die. It took one comment from random people of disgust or strange fascination that made you cover your neck. People looked at you like a freak. A science experiment that they were trying to understand.
Carefully, Natasha grabbed the lotion you placed next to Maria. “Do you trust us?” You hesitated.
The simple answer was yes. Time and time again, they saved your life. You had no reason not to trust them, aside from fear. “Yes,” your voice shook as you tried to act confidently. Natasha smiled and opened the lotion. Your eyes followed her hands as they traveled closer to your neck.
Your back was taunt, and you tried to keep yourself from flinching. Her touch was soft and warm. You never allowed another person to touch your scar. The sensation was different but not unwelcome. Soon, you felt the tension leave your shoulders. It felt nice to have someone else hold the weight.
Natasha passed the lotion to Maria. You gave the agent a smile as she put lotion on her fingers and touched your skin. It was overkill, but the feeling was too nice to push them away. “You’re safe with us,” Maria whispered. “You will always be safe with us.” A shaky breath left your lips, and your throat burned as you kept back your tears.
“Yeah?” You questioned. Sometimes it was hard to believe even when they said it. Natasha put her hand on your shoulder and pulled you closer to her. You felt your body slump against her, and her lips brushed against the side of your head.
“Always,” Natasha promised.
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When you woke up in the morning between Maria and Natasha without a ribbon covering your neck, you never felt safer.
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Hiii. Could you make a fic featuring Natasha Romanoff X fem!reader in which they are happily married and one night Natasha has a terrible nightmare: she comes back home and finds Dreykov, Madame B and some widows torturing and then painfully killing reader with her not being able to do anything and being forced to watch everything unfold. Natasha wakes up startled, absolutely terrified and in a complete emotional breakdown (tears, shaking, breathing erratically...) and wakes up reader to make sure she is NOT really dead. Reader comforts, reassures, and loves her (LOTS of fluff) and in the meantime they remember again why they're truly each other's soulmate (reader is aware that Natasha is not that vulnerable with anyone else and she is honoured Nat lets her and Natasha is thankful that someone loves and chooses her despite her past and trauma). Thanks in advance and sorry for making the request this long xoxo.
Trauma
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
TW's: Blood, violence, death
[A/N] Been suffering a little with writer's block and last time I said that on this blog it went away almost immediately so I'm saying it again in case it happens again ❤️ Happy Pride month everyone, I'll be sure to keep the lesbian fics coming this month 🌈 Thanks for the request my lovely anon, compared to some requests I get it wasn't actually that long 😂 Hope you enjoy this one 😘
Natasha unlocks the front door to the apartment she’d moved into with you five years ago. Your relationship had been going well at the time and you’d hinted more than once that you’d like to take things a step further. Eventually Natasha had relented, agreeing to move out of the Avengers compound into an apartment with you. It was small, none of the windows closed properly so there was always a draught, and every so often the shower randomly leaked with no rhythm or reason, but it had quickly become home. Natasha loved looking around and seeing pieces of you everywhere. Books strewn across the floor, the necklace you always wore left absentmindedly by the kitchen sink, your cardigan thrown over the back of a chair.
You’d gotten married two years ago, and Natasha couldn’t be happier. Marriage had always been something Natasha thought she wouldn’t experience. Even when she escaped the Red Room she’d figured, who could love someone as broken as her? You could, apparently. You were Natasha’s everything, and she was so glad she’d found you.
Maybe it’s because she’s been feeling so safe lately but Natasha doesn’t immediately notice anything out of place. It’s only when she’s kicked off her shoes that she notices the overturned coffee table, your plant pot broken with the soil spilt across the floor. You weren’t always the tidiest person around but Natasha knows if you’d bumped into it, you wouldn’t have just left it like that. This looked almost like-
“Baby?” Natasha calls out. “Are you home?”
There’s music playing in the living room and Natasha recognises it as Tchaikovsky, the ‘Swan Lake’ soundtrack. Why would you be listening to that? It’s playing loudly and it gets quieter as she creeps slowly down the corridor, and as the music quietens she begins to hear the sound of panicked sobs, and a voice calling her name. Your voice.
The moment Natasha steps into the living room someone kicks her in the leg, knocking her off her feet. Before she can react a series of punches get thrown on her, several to her face, and several to her stomach, disorienting her completely. Natasha tries to scramble to her feet, to reach for her weapon but two women grab her arms, pulling them behind her back. She squirms weakly in their grip, her alarmed gaze searching the room, finally landing on you.
You’re tied to one of the dining chairs, tears streaming down your cheeks, blood everywhere, your face battered and bruised as you let out pained pants through your tears. On either side of you stand two people Natasha remembers well, no matter how hard she wants to forget them. Madame B, her supervisor from the Red Room, and Dreykov, the man who’d put her there. Holding her back are presumably two Widow’s, and on either side of Madame B and Dreykov are four more Widow’s, each of them expressionless.
“What are you doing?” Natasha asks, thrashing in the grip of the women holding her. “What are you doing to her?”
Nobody answers her. Madame B turns back to you and you whimper, trying to squirm away from her touch as she presses a knife to your throat. Natasha thrashes harder, reaching desperately for you, “Don’t do this! Leave her alone, please, please, leave her alone-”
Natasha tries to scream but her words are coming out croaked, like her voice is slowly disappearing. She’s panicking now, so desperate to get to you. What are they doing here? How did they find her? Why are they targeting you? Questions fly through Natasha’s head but she tries to push them away, focusing on you, pulling desperately in the grip of the Widow’s but they hang on, and she’s still disoriented from the punches. For a moment she’s certain the Widow standing behind Dreykov is Yelena, when she blinks she turns into Melina, another blink and it’s Natasha herself. She shakes her head, mumbling desperately, “No, no, no, this isn’t happening, this isn’t happening…”
Dreykov smiles, gesturing with his head, and Madame B drags the knife across your throat, blood beginning to pour out like a fountain. Your eyes are wide as you look towards Natasha, unable to speak as you cough and splutter, blood spilling out of your mouth. Natasha’s crying now, trying her best to scream over and over again, “No! No, please! Please! Not her! I’ll do anything, please! Please-”
But it’s too late and Natasha knows it. Your horrified gaze remains on her until your eyes glaze over, your expression stuck in permanent terror as your body slumps awkwardly in the chair, held up now only by the ropes. Dreykov turns to Natasha and she shakes her head, stammering over her words and her tears. You’re gone. Why did they do this to you? Natasha doesn’t care what happens to her now, you were her only reason for waking up in the morning, and now you’re gone, you’re gone-
Natasha bolts awake, sitting upright in bed and panting heavily. The bedroom is dark and for a moment she’s completely disoriented. Natasha reaches over to switch on the bedside lamp, her breathing coming out in erratic pants as she looks around the room. Finally her gaze lands on you and she chokes back a sob. You’re lying next to her, fast asleep, and before Natasha can think about what she’s doing she shakes your shoulder roughly, “Y/N! Y/N!”
You wake up with a start, looking up at her with wide eyes, “Wha- What?”
“Oh- Y/N…”
Natasha pulls you upright and into her arms, crying into your shoulder. For a moment you’re irritated by the sudden wakeup call but when you realise Natasha’s crying you instantly soften, wrapping your own arms around her. You know Natasha better than anyone but you’ve only seen her cry twice, and both times she’d left the room immediately so you wouldn’t see. This is the very first time she’s allowed herself to cry so openly. “I thought there was a house fire for a minute,” You tease softly, your own heart pounding in your chest. “But I guess there must’ve been another reason that you woke me up.”
Natasha doesn’t reply and that’s when you feel her shaking, her hands digging into the fabric of the baggy t-shirt you wear to sleep in. You try to pull back to look at her but she hangs on, desperate to hold onto you, so you relent, letting her just hold you if that’s what she wants. Her breathing is still coming out in erratic pants, so you rub your hand up and down her back, mumbling, “Hey... Nat, baby, it’s okay… Everything’s okay…”
Natasha can’t speak, letting out a gulping sob as she presses a shaky kiss to your forehead, letting herself feel that you’re safe and that more importantly, you’re alive. Eventually she pulls back to look at you, cupping your cheek in her hand, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah… Yeah, I was just asleep. Are you okay?”
Natasha suddenly pulls away, grabbing her sidearm that she keeps in the bedside drawer and creeping into the hallway. You start to say her name but Natasha holds up a finger to silence you, so you quieten, letting her do whatever she feels she needs to do. Natasha checks every room of the small apartment, every possible hiding spot until she’s satisfied that there’s no one else there. She checks the front door is definitely locked before heading back to bed and pulling you into her arms again.
You reach up to gently wipe a tear on her cheek, “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“You were dead.” Just saying the words out loud makes Natasha sob again, and your expression softens, kissing her tearstained cheek. “I couldn’t do anything, I was- I couldn’t save you, God, I couldn’t save you-”
“I’m fine. Okay? Nothing happened, it was just a bad dream.”
“It was worse than a bad dream, it was… Fuck, it was so real. You were-” Natasha lets out a shaky breath, leaning her forehead against yours. “I thought I’d lost you. I thought I’d fucking lost you.”
You tilt your head to press a slow, loving kiss to her lips, and mumble, “I’m right here. Nothing’s gonna happen to me-”
“You don’t know that,” Natasha says urgently. “I wasn’t there to protect you and they got the upper hand and then I couldn’t- I couldn’t-”
“Nat, baby, it wasn’t real. I don’t know what happened but it was just a bad dream.”
“What if it wasn’t though?” Natasha sobs. “This apartment isn’t the most secure and I worry about you here all by yourself while I’m away on missions. Anything could happen and if I- If I lost you, I don’t know if I could- I wouldn’t be able to-”
You consider her words for a moment, your fingers gently running over her cheek, wiping away a tear that slips down, “What would make you feel better?”
Natasha hesitates, swallowing down another sob as she tries to get a hold of her emotions. What would make her feel better? “I- I want to teach you basic self defence.”
“Okay.”
“What, you’re going to agree just like that?”
“I’d agree to anything if it made you feel better. Besides, I’ve wanted to learn for a while, I’d rather get taught by you.”
“And I want to install a security system,” Natasha says. “I’m not even asking the landlord, I’m just gonna do it.”
“We’re not getting our deposit back, are we?”
“You’re more important to me.”
You meet her gaze, seeing the way she’s looking at you. Her eyes are red, her eyelashes glistening as another tear trickles down her flushed cheek. It’s the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen her and you know it’s rare. A sign that she trusts you. It’s only taken her six years of being together, two of them in which you’ve been married. You kiss her teary cheek again, “You’re important to me too. Okay? And if I have to take all the self defence courses in New York, start carrying pepper spray, have the fanciest, most expensive security system that money can buy, then I will. Anything to make you feel better.”
Natasha sniffles, looking down at the bed, “I know I’m being a lot right now-”
“No, you’re being real, and I appreciate it. I love you.”
“I love you more,” Natasha replies without hesitation. “I still shouldn’t have cried.”
“It’s okay to cry, you know?” You say gently, tucking a strand of her red hair behind her ear. “It’s not a weakness, it’s just… Having a good cry makes me feel better. Do you know how many times a day I sneak to the bathroom at work to have a little cry?”
“That often? Do you like… Need help?”
“Okay, it’s not that often but sometimes things get on top of you and crying does help.” You cup her cheek with your hand again, your voice dropping quieter, “I know you didn’t cry as a kid. I know what they said to you, what they did to you if you cried… But you’re not there anymore, you’re here with me. And if you need to cry then you can just cry.”
“You’re my soulmate, you know that?” Natasha says with a small, tearful smile. “You’re the only person I fully trust.”
“What about Clint?”
“I trust Clint with my life but I trust you with my emotions.”
You smile, unable to resist kissing her cheek again. Her breathing has calmed somewhat and you run your fingers through her hair, before pressing a kiss to her forehead this time, “Do you wanna stay up a bit longer? We could put a movie on, just for some background noise and cuddle for a bit.”
Natasha hadn’t even realised that was what she needed until you suggested it. You know her even better than she knows herself sometimes. She nods mutely, cuddling into your side as you scroll through Netflix looking for something comforting to watch. Her arm snakes around your waist and she presses a kiss to your neck, “I’m sorry, I know you have work in the morning-”
“It’s one night of slightly broken sleep, I’m sure I’ll survive. Besides, I’d choose cuddles with you over sleep anytime.”
Natasha kisses you again as you finally settle on ‘Mean Girls’, an old comfort film you both enjoy. Natasha relaxes as the familiar opening begins to play and you wrap your arms around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She’s still on edge from her nightmare but the movie combined with your comforting presence helps to soothe her. You run your fingers through her hair and she sighs, loving when you do that. If anyone else tried to touch her hair she’d slap them, but you’re different. Your touch relaxes her and she feels a rush of love and gratitude for you.
Nothing will ever happen to you, Natasha will make sure of it. She knows Madame B and Dreykov can’t come after you, that they’re both dead now, that her dream was just her subconscious fucking with her. But there are other threats out there and if anyone tries to get near you, they’ll soon regret it. No one touches Natasha’s wife and gets away with it.
Summary: If someone would ask her, this was the moment she started needing you.
Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader
Tags | Warnings: Unconventional relationship, reader is in a talking stage with someone else and Wanda has a girlfriend, FWB (as a joke—mostly), minor medical anxiety, suggestive humor, sexual references, financial struggles, discussions of corruption, class difference, sleep deprivation, you put your own warnings on Wanda bc I am getting suspicious about her too...
Author's Note: Gaiz google finally recovered my email, GLB chap 13? :3
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Afternoon light poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the boardroom as Wanda stood beside the screen, calmly walking Pepper through her latest pitch.
"Senator Hartley's pushing harder toward infrastructure lately," Wanda explained smoothly, clicking to the next slide. "And considering his new relationship with a lobbyist connected to major construction firms, there's a good chance the next bill swings heavily in that direction."
Pepper stayed quiet, listening carefully while Wanda continued.
"If we move our assets now, we'll be ahead before everyone else catches on."
"Well, that's honestly a very good pitch," Pepper leaned back slightly, clearly impressed. "If this pays off, I'll personally talk to Tony about making you a partner."
Wanda blinked once, genuinely caught off guard.
A partner
She only came in expecting to present her pitch. Instead, this might've been the opportunity she'd been chasing for years.
"Wow…I mean, thank you, Pepper," she said, keeping her voice calm and professional even while her chest tightened slightly with adrenaline. "I won't disappoint you."
Wanda needs someone to share this good news with.
Which was honestly pathetic.
It was already 10 PM by the time she arrived at another work dinner, walking into another restaurant filled with people who smiled too much but trusted each other too little.
That was basically her entire industry.
A bunch of rich people drinking overpriced alcohol while secretly waiting for the perfect moment to screw each other over professionally.
The hostess led her toward the private dining area where her colleagues were already gathered around the table laughing like they actually liked each other.
Fake
Every fucking single one of them.
"Maximoff," one of them greeted with a grin the second she sat down. "Heard Pepper loved your Hartley pitch."
Wanda gave a small smile. "Guess she did."
Another guy laughed while pouring himself a drink. "Careful. That usually means someone's about to get promoted."
The table went quieter after that. Not obvious enough for normal people to notice but of course Wanda noticed. Those quick glances. The sudden shift in tone. The way they started mentally recalculating where she stood compared to them.
Competition
Funny how fast admiration turned into quiet resentment in corporate spaces.
By the time the gathering finally started dying down, it was already almost one in the morning and Wanda had mentally checked out at least an hour ago.
At some point the conversations all started sounding the same—fake laughs, fake compliments, fake interest. People talking just to hear themselves speak while subtly fishing for information they could use later. One coworker spent twenty minutes pretending to congratulate another guy for closing a deal while obviously trying to figure out how much commission he made from it.
It was exhausting.
Wanda gave a few polite goodbyes before she left. The cold night air hit her the second she stepped outside.
Finally—silence.
And the city was still awake like her. Not even a slight hint of sleepiness.
1:52 AM
She still had an hour before her usual drive around the city—one of the things she did whenever she couldn't sleep. But instead of driving aimlessly tonight, she found herself heading somewhere else.
By the time Wanda parked outside the coffee shop, it was already a little past three in the morning. The place was still open, warm lights glowing through the windows while the nearly empty streets stayed quiet around it. Wanda stepped inside, immediately catching the smell of brewing coffee.
A guy behind the counter looked up first.
"Uh, hi," Wanda said awkwardly, adjusting the suit jacket hanging over her arm. "Is Y/N here?"
The man immediately narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously. "Why?" he asked slowly. "Who are you?"
Wanda blinked at his tone.
"I'm her friend."
The guy stared at her for a long second.
"You? Her friend?" he repeated like the idea itself sounded ridiculous. The man looked at her up and down—long sleeves, slacks, expensive pointed boots, her suit hanging neatly over her arm, and her phone with three burner cameras flexing in her hand.
"Why?" Wanda asked defensively. "I can't be friends with her?"
Before the guy who turned out to be your manager could answer, another voice suddenly cut in.
"Wait—"
A woman near one of the tables was staring at her with immediate recognition while another guy beside her practically looked ready to combust from panic.
"You're Wanda, right?" the woman asked carefully.
Wanda pointed slightly. "And you're Kate? Do you know where Y/N is?"
Then somehow, Wanda found herself parking outside a public clinic at nearly four in the morning. And she had barely turned the engine off when she saw you.
You were inside the gate of the clinic carrying a baby in your arms.
Wanda froze immediately. Her brain short-circuited so hard she genuinely considered driving away before you noticed her.
Unfortunately, you already had.
Your eyes landed on her car instantly before your face lit up with disbelief. You will never forget that 2025 Mazda 3. A second later, you walked straight toward her car with the baby balanced carefully against your chest. Then you knocked dramatically on her window so hard like a street beggar asking for spare change before immediately laughing at yourself.
Wanda stared at you for half a second before finally getting out of the car.
"What are you doing here?" you asked, still laughing a little like you genuinely couldn't believe she existed outside expensive bars and corporate buildings.
Wanda opened her mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Instead, her eyes dropped toward the baby sleeping quietly in your arms.
"Is that your baby?"
You looked down at the sleeping child before immediately laughing.
"What? No."
You adjusted the blanket around the baby more securely before glancing toward the clinic behind you.
"Her mom is in the clinic. She's sick," Your expression softened slightly as you looked down at the baby again. "I just felt bad. She's been awake the whole time too, so I told her I'll take care of her while she naps."
Wanda just stared at you quietly for a second before slowly nodding once.
"What about you?" she asked after a moment. "Why are you here at three in the morning? Why is…why are there people in here at this hour?"
You immediately pointed toward the small scratch injected-like wound near your cheekbone.
"Oh, Manager scratched me. I was feeding them earlier. There were new cats." You sighed dramatically. "And I think Manager got jealous because I was giving the new ones more attention."
Her fingers reached your jaw gently which surprised you, she turns your head slightly so she could inspect the scratch properly.
"It might look small," she said quietly, her thumb brushing lightly near the mark, "but scratches and bites near the head and neck are dangerous. The virus reaches the brain faster from there." She finally let go and glanced toward the clinic entrance. "But…don't government clinics open at eight in the morning?"
You looked at her for a second before motioning with your head for her to follow you inside.
The moment Wanda stepped through the gate, her expression shifted.
The clinic was already crowded despite the hour. Plastic chairs lined the walls, nearly all occupied by exhausted people waiting silently under harsh fluorescent lights.
An old man sat slumped in a wheelchair near the wall, one foot heavily wrapped in gauze while his wife fanned him gently with a folder. A mother slept sitting upright with a baby against her chest while a little kid stretched across connected chairs beside her using folded jackets as blankets. Near the registration area, a construction worker with dried cement still on his clothes held an ice pack against his swollen wrist while staring blankly at the floor. A teenager coughed weakly into a towel beside his grandmother.
Nobody looked comfortable.
Nobody looked rested.
Just tired people waiting because they couldn't afford not to.
You adjusted the sleeping baby carefully before speaking again, your voice softer this time but Wanda could notice how tired you are.
"You have to come early if you want a chance to get checked fast," you explained casually. Then you smiled a little, though there was something quietly sad underneath it. "If you come at eight, you're already late." You glanced around the waiting area. "Some people stay here the whole day just waiting for their number to get called. And if the doctors run out of slots…" you shrugged lightly. "You just come back tomorrow and hope you still don't die before then."
Wanda stayed quiet while taking everything in. And somehow, underneath all that she's seeing, nobody was even complaining anymore. Like this was normal and suffering quietly had simply become part of the process.
She felt everything at once—pity, irritation, guilt she couldn't fully explain. Not because clinics like this shocked her—she knew places like this existed. Of course she did. She just never actually stood inside one long enough to feel it.
You were watching her carefully while she absorbed everything around her, almost like you were waiting to see what kind of person she'd become after seeing this side of the city.
Then after a moment, you looked away.
"What about you?" you asked quietly, adjusting the sleeping baby in your arms. "What are you even doing here?"
The redhead hesitated for a moment, then quietly said, "Uhm…I think I will become a partner now. Not just a partner, but a part owner of the company." She paused right after, almost like she regretted saying it here, in a place like this, at this hour. It felt a bit insensitive, like she was bringing up success while surrounded by people who are literally struggling.
You laughed lightly at that. "Why are you telling me this?" you asked. "Where's your girlfriend?"
"She's out of the country."
You clicked your tongue immediately. The sound was full of judgment. "Just admit it. You're not faithful."
That earned a small snort from her. But she didn't argue or defend herself. She didn't deny it either.
"Be like me."
That caught her attention.
"Oh?"
You nodded seriously. "I'm already faithful to her, even though we're only in the talking stage."
"You have a girlfriend?" her eyebrow slowly rose.
"Not yet, but hopefully."
There was something oddly dreamy about the way you said it, Wanda noticed. But for once, she didn't tease you about it. She just lets you keep that smile to yourself.
Then you tilted your head at her. "You really have no friends, do you?"
That made her look down for a moment, like she didn't know what to do with the question. Then her eyes met yours again, and there was something softer there—something almost embarrassed, almost exposed. This is a woman who had everything—money, power, looks. And yet, here she was, completely alone. It's kind of heartbreaking and pathetic.
"Okay," you said after a beat, exhaling. "We're friends now. But my rate will be higher—forty to fifty dollars per hour. And I will be strict on time too. If you go over three hours, there's an extra charge." You smirked at her slightly, watching her listen like she was actually considering it. "And no touching below the neck."
"Okay, deal." Her agreement came out fast—way faster than you expected.
You blinked at her. "Wait, what?"
She just nodded once like it was already settled. "Your terms are fine."
"You gotta be kidding me," you muttered under your breath, blinking at her. You were just joking, but this woman didn't even flinch. She said it so casually, like agreeing to your ridiculous pricing was just another line item in her day.
Wanda didn't hesitate for long.
"What about this?" she said suddenly. She glanced around the clinic before pointing toward a young kid in the corner who had been coughing nonstop for what felt like forever. "Give up your line here. Let the kid take it instead."
You followed her finger, then frowned slightly. The baby in your arms is still deeply asleep. You went straight here after work instead of going home to sleep, you were about to curse the shit out of her when she landed her offer.
"I'll pay for your vaccine at a private clinic. You'll get it faster, no need to wait here." She glanced at you briefly, unfazed. "And your paid three hours with me doesn't count," she added smoothly. "Let's just say this is your…HMO coverage."
You stared at her. "You're ridiculous."
"It makes sense," she said without looking up. "You get your vaccine—your HMO. You don't wait here until mister sun comes, and the kid gets your slot." She finally glanced at you again. "Everyone wins."
You bite your lip, glancing between her and the baby sleeping in your arms. You'd be stupid to decline that kind of offer.
"Fine," you said at last. "But I need to bring this baby back first."
Wanda tilted her head slightly, then said in a low, joking tone, "Don't. Let's keep her."
You shot Wanda a look, then walked back to the baby's mom without saying anything else. You made sure the baby was properly handed over, said a quick thanks, then headed straight out of the clinic.
Wanda was already waiting by her car when you came back.
You checked your phone before getting into the car. It was almost 5 AM, the sky started to lighten a bit but the city was still mostly asleep.
Wanda started driving and after a bit, you finally spoke. "How did you even know I was there?"
"I asked your coworker. Kate, right?" she said, eyes on the road.
You just hummed. "Hm."
Silence followed after that. A few minutes later, Wanda noticed you weren't endlessly talking—very surprising. She glanced over, she thought you were simply staring out the window or you just at one point, be silent. Her eyes lingered for a moment. You really had fallen asleep.
Your head rested awkwardly against the glass, arms loosely folded, breathing slow and even. Whatever energy had been keeping you upright earlier had clearly run out.
The next thing you knew, consciousness returned in fragments. Your eyes slowly opened. For several long seconds, your brain struggled to piece everything together through the lingering fog of sleep.
Where—
Oh yes, Wanda's car.
A groggy frown crossed your face as you pushed yourself upright, trying to gather your bearings. Your neck protested immediately, stiff from sleeping in an awkward position.
"Hey." Wanda's voice cut through your thoughts.
You turned toward her. The best response you could manage was a sleepy, half-conscious hum.
"Mmh."
Your arms stretched overhead instinctively. Every muscle in your body seemed determined to announce its existence all at once. Several joints cracked loudly as you twisted in your seat.
You rubbed your face. "How long am I asleep?"
"Almost two hours."
"What about you?"
"What about me?" she asked, though the answer seemed obvious.
"You really didn't sleep?"
"No." Wanda's fingers tapped lightly against the steering wheel. "I really can't."
You blinked.
You studied her for a moment. The exhaustion from earlier was impossible to ignore now. Not just today. Thinking back on everything she'd told you, it sounded like she carried that exhaustion around constantly. You shifted slightly in your seat.
"Do you see anyone?"
She raised an eyebrow. "Anyone?"
"A doctor. A psychiatrist. Therapist. Something."
For a moment you expected her to dodge the question or brush it off. Instead, Wanda surprised you.
"Yes."
"Really?" your eyebrows lifted.
She nodded. "I've seen psychiatrists before." The answer came easily without embarrassment or defensiveness.
"As part of treatment?"
"Partly. But right now I am just on meds."
You nodded slowly. That made sense. Honestly, it was reassuring. A lot of people ignored things until they became impossible to ignore. At least she wasn't doing that.
You looked at her for another moment.
"I have a goal now."
"A goal?" Wanda immediately looked suspicious.
"Yep."
She sighed as she started the engine of her car. "I don't like the sound of that."
You pointed at her dramatically. "My goal is to make you sleep."
Wanda stared then barked out a short laugh. "Well, that's terrifying."
"It shouldn't be."
"It absolutely should be." She shook her head. "You saying you have a plan to make me unconscious is not comforting."
"Sleep, Wanda." You correct while rolling your eyes.
"How exactly are you planning to accomplish it?" She gestured vaguely with one hand.
You sat back confidently. "I'll have my ways."
Wanda laughed. "That is somehow even more alarming."
You waved her off. Then a thought crossed your mind. "Actually."
Wanda immediately groaned at that. But you just ignored her.
"You know they say sex helps people sleep."
In Wanda's mind she had already crashed her car with what you just said.
You continued anyway. "It is science. It releases endorphins, oxytocin. Apparently people get sleepy afterward because it helps reduce stress and relaxes the body which makes people fall asleep faster."
Wanda slowly turned her head toward you.
Not fully because she's still driving but enough to give you a look. A look that clearly said, Where exactly are you going with this?
Meanwhile, you appeared completely unaware of the effect your statement had. Or maybe you just didn't care.
"So, you should have sex."
She glanced over at you again before looking back at the road. The thing that made it difficult not to laugh was how genuinely invested you seemed in the explanation. You weren't being flirtatious or trying to be suggestive. You were talking the same way someone might explain the benefits of drinking tea before bed—completely earnest.
She shook her head slowly, one hand resting on the steering wheel while the city lights slid across the windshield in long streaks of gold and white. Wanda bit the inside of her cheek despite her obvious attempts to remain composed.
Then, without warning, she leaned toward to face you. One eyebrow lifted. A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes.
"So, you wanna test that theory?"
Everything inside your brain immediately stopped working. You don't know if it was because her face was inches closer to yours or for what she just said. For one full second, you panicked. Your eyes widened before your finger flicked directly with the center of her forehead.
"Aw!"
Wanda immediately recoiled. One hand abandoned the steering wheel for half a second to clutch her forehead while she stared at you in disbelief.
"What the hell?!"
"Fuck you!" You pointed at her with genuine outrage. "No, seriously. Fuck you. You have a girlfriend and the first person your brain comes up to that idea is me? Pervert. You really aren't faithful!"
The accusation hung in the air for a few seconds before Wanda finally let out a laugh of pure disbelief. She wasn't offended, but she genuinely couldn't believe she was being scolded over what had been, in her mind, a harmless joke. Unfortunately for her, you were completely committed to this now. The more she laughed, the more serious you became. You sat straighter in your seat and folded your arms across your chest, looking every bit like a disappointed parent preparing to lecture a troublesome child.
"I was joking." Wanda groaned dramatically, still rubbing her forehead with exaggerated misery as though you'd inflicted a life-changing injury.
"You know," you said casually, "I actually have a better way to make you sleep."
"What is it now?" She groans.
"Punch. One good punch."
She barked out a laugh. "You can't be serious."
"Wanna test that theory?"
"Want me to crash this car?"
"Go. I would even say thank you."
The answer came so quickly that Wanda actually glanced over at you. You were completely serious. Or at least serious enough to make it concerning.
Your head rested against the seat, your expression carrying the exhausted look of someone who had already accepted too many responsibilities for one day. Between classes, work, and whatever sleep deprivation had convinced you to nap for two hours in a stranger's car, the threat apparently wasn't as effective as Wanda had hoped.
In fact, you looked mildly tempted.
"I'd finally get some rest," you added with a small shrug.
Wanda stared at you for a moment before letting out a disbelieving laugh.
"That is not a normal response."
You merely looked out the window.
"At least I wouldn't have to go to work."
The fact that you said it so casually somehow made it funnier and sadder at the same time.
The car pulled into the parking lot of a private animal bite and vaccination center. Five minutes later, you found yourself sitting inside a small consultation room while Wanda occupied the chair beside you. The room smelled faintly of disinfectant. A metal examination tray sat against one wall. Medical posters about animal bites, rabies prevention, and wound care decorated the room.
You were currently trying very hard not to look like someone who's out of place again because even as a clinic, this place looks luxurious.
The door opened and a doctor stepped inside carrying a clipboard. After exchanging brief greetings and questions towards you, the doctor took a seat across from you and adjusted their glasses.
"Since the scratch is on the face," they explained, "we'll need to administer ERIG around the area where you were scratched, okay?"
For a moment, you simply stared at the man. The words registered individually.
Face
Inject
Then your brain finally puts the sentence together.
He's going to inject your face.
Your eyes widened immediately. "Wait." You sat up straighter. Your heart rate seemed to double in less than three seconds. You shifted back in your chair instinctively, as though distance alone could somehow solve the problem.
"Do I need to call for an assistant nurse?"
The question was delivered with complete seriousness. You weren't causing trouble but he could very clearly see your panic.
You immediately shook your head, then nodded. You weren't even sure yourself.
Meanwhile, Wanda had been watching the entire breakdown unfold. At first there was amusement. She wanted to laugh at you but she knows you would really do that plan of yours to make her sleep with a punch. A small smirk tugged briefly at her lips before she pushed herself up from her seat.
"I got her, doc. Don't worry," she said as she stood beside you.
The moment the doctor prepared the syringe, every ounce of confidence you had been pretending to possess throughout the appointment vanished completely. One second you were sitting normally in the examination chair. The next, you were staring at the needle with the expression of someone who had just received the worst news of their life.
"Alright," he said. "Just stay still for me."
Stay still. As if that were a reasonable request.
Your survival instincts completely abandoned logic. Sitting in the examination chair, you immediately reached for the closest source of emotional support available. Unfortunately for Wanda, that source happened to be her. You immediately wrapped your arms around her, burying your face on her stomach. Before anyone could comment on it, you were fully hugging her while she stood beside your chair.
The doctor chuckled before gently positioning your head giving you a last warning.
"Okay. Hold still."
You immediately squeezed your eyes shut. Then you felt the first injection. Instantly, every muscle in your body locks. Your grip around Wanda tightened and she started caressing your head which surprisingly helped you.
The sensation wasn't unbearable. It wasn't even particularly painful. But the knowledge that a needle was involved somehow made everything ten times worse!
"Okay, it's done."
Only then did you cautiously lift your head. Your expression looked as though you'd just survived a major surgical procedure rather than a few injections around a scratch.
"Thank, God." You sighed.
The doctor shook his head with an amused smile while finishing his notes. "You know," he said casually, "you're terrified of a small needle." Then he added, in a tone that suggested he was entertaining himself more than anyone else, "But you're not afraid of the big needle."
Wanda immediately turned away and a laugh escaped her. She was trying very hard to suppress it.
Meanwhile, you simply stared at the doctor.
"What big needle?"
The doctor only smiled and Wanda was now covering her mouth. Neither of them answered. Which somehow made the situation even more confusing.
"What?" You looked between them.
The doctor simply wished you well and continued writing prescriptions. While Wanda refused to make eye contact with you. The entire exchange made absolutely no sense.
Several minutes later, the two of you were outside. The evening air felt nice after being stuck inside the clinic. You walked beside Wanda toward the parking lot while she still looked suspiciously amused about something.
Eventually, your curiosity won.
"What was that about?"
"Hm?" Wanda glanced back.
"What did he mean by big injection?" You frowned.
The moment the question left your mouth, Wanda stopped walking. For a second she simply stared at you and she freaking laughed again. Not a polite laugh. Not a small laugh. A full laugh that irritated you.
You waited—completely serious. "What?"
Wanda looked at you, still laughing. "You seriously don't know?"
"No."
Another laugh. Then she finally shook her head.
"A cock."
You blinked. "What?"
"A penis."
Your brain took a moment to catch up. Your face immediately twisted in disbelief.
The realization hit you all at once.
For several seconds, you simply stood there in the parking lot staring at Wanda as your brain replayed the conversation inside the clinic from beginning to end. The fact that you had stood there asking, "What big injection?" with complete sincerity while apparently being the only person in the room who didn't understand the joke.
"Is that even ethical?!"
The outrage in your voice only made Wanda laugh harder.
"No, seriously!" you continued, genuinely horrified now that everything finally made sense. "He said that to a patient."
At this point Wanda wasn't even pretending to hold herself together anymore. The image of your confused expression inside the clinic combined with your current outrage was simply too much.
Meanwhile, the more you thought about it, the more offended you became.
The look Wanda gave you suggested she couldn't decide whether you were being dramatic on purpose or whether this was simply how your brain naturally functioned.
"You're ridiculous."
"No. He is." You pointed toward the building again. "That man has a medical license."
"I know."
"He should know better."
"I think he was joking."
"That's what concerns me."
Wanda laughed so hard she actually had to lean against the side of her car for support. Eventually she managed to compose herself enough to unlock the car.
"Okay."
You looked over suspiciously. "Okay what?"
Wanda opened the driver's side door before glancing back at you. "Now, now." She made a small calming gesture with one hand. "Let's calm down."
You immediately frowned. "I am calm."
"Sure, darling." Wanda shook her head, smiling despite herself. "Get in the car."
You continued staring at her. "I still think that was unprofessional."
"Get in."
"I want that on record."
"Get in."
The smile never left her face. With one final grumble, you finally climbed into the passenger seat.
Wanda had parked the car again in a quiet area overlooking a stretch of city streets. You sat sideways in your seat, one arm resting against the door while Wanda stared through the windshield, absentmindedly tapping her fingers against the steering wheel.
A few moments later, she reached into her purse and pulled out a small stack of bills.
"We've been together for almost four hours. Fifty times four..." Wanda calculated. "Two hundred."
She held the money out.
You shook your head and laughed, but took the money anyway because refusing it felt pointless at this stage. The second it touched your hand, however, you peeled off some bucks and handed it back.
Wanda looked down. Forty dollars. Then back at you.
"What are you doing?"
"I was joking when I said my rates went up." You pushed the bills toward her.
"So the original package remains unchanged."
"Yeah."
Wanda shrugged and accepted the money back. "You have plans after this?" She glanced over.
"Yeah." You stretched slightly before answering. "Classes later and then I have a night shift at work.
That earned a small look from her.
"Again?"
"Unfortunately."
"You don't stop, do you?"
A laugh escaped you. Not a particularly cheerful one. A laugh someone develops after repeating the same routine so many times that it stops feeling unusual.
"In this economy?" you said, shaking your head. "I can't."
You leaned back further into the seat, one hand absentmindedly rubbing your jaw.
"I have a lot of children to feed, you know."
Wanda raised an eyebrow.
"The children of politicians."
That made her snort. But you weren't finished.
"Every time I work, every time I pay taxes, every time I buy something, every time I pay a fee for a document, a permit, a license, a registration, somewhere out there a politician's third child gets another thousand dollar Gucci bag."
Wanda laughed.
You pointed accusingly at the windshield as though the system of corruption itself was standing outside.
"I'm basically sponsoring private school tuition at this point." Your expression remained serious for exactly one second before cracking into a grin. "I don't even know their names and somehow I'm helping fund their future."
The amusement in your voice couldn't quite hide the truth underneath. Because as ridiculous as the joke was, it came from a very real frustration. The frustration of watching prices rise faster than wages. Of seeing people work harder and harder while somehow falling behind anyway. And hearing corruption scandals so often that they barely felt surprising anymore.
You started counting on your fingers.
"Food wants money."
Another finger.
"Transportation wants money."
Another.
"School wants money."
Another.
"Corruption wants money."
Another.
"Corruption isn't a bill." Wanda counters.
"It feels like one." You looked at her with complete sincerity, the joke still present in your voice but softer now. Less playful. More tired. "I never subscribed to it, but somehow the charges keep showing up. The second people elected those politicians, I started paying the price too."
For a few seconds, Wanda expected herself to laugh. The setup sounded like another joke but the laugh never came.
For the first time since you'd started joking, she didn't have a comeback.
Because you were right. About the rampant corruption. About how expensive it had become just to exist. About how hard people worked only to find themselves running in place or how some people had no choice but to keep moving because stopping simply wasn't an option.
The uncomfortable truth was that Wanda wouldn't really know what that felt like. She had worked hard in her life. Nobody could take that away from her. She had spent years building her career, surviving impossible hours, competing against people who wanted the same opportunities she did.
But even then—there had always been a safety net. A family with money, connections, resources.
The knowledge that if everything somehow collapsed tomorrow, she wouldn't end up wondering how to pay rent next month. She wouldn't have to choose between groceries and transportation. Or worry about having to work a night shift after classes just to stay afloat.
And because of that, she found herself unusually quiet.
You, meanwhile, seemed completely unaware of the effect your words had. You were still looking out the window, smiling faintly as though you'd just told a series of dumb jokes and nothing more.
The fact that you could still laugh about it somehow made it worse.
For a few moments, the car remained quiet. The money still sat in your hand, you looked down at it for a second before letting out a small breath.
"Thank you." You lifted the money slightly. "For this." The words came quietly. "It's a huge help." You leaned back against the seat and looked down at the bills again, absently straightening the edges with your thumb.
Wanda noticed how you sounded really tired.
"You're welcome." The words came softer than usual. "Thank you too for being my friend..."
You opened your mouth to say you're welcome but Wanda continued.
"...friends with benefits."
"Oh, fuck you." Your curse came automatically then a laugh followed immediately afterward.
The conversation had somehow drifted into comfortable silence again. Eventually, Wanda glanced toward you as you reached for the door handle.
"Wait."
You paused. "What?"
She pulled her phone out from her pocket. "Give me your number."
"Oh." You blinked then immediately grinned.
"Don't make it weird." Wanda rolled her eyes at the expression.
"I'm not making it weird."
"You are already making it weird."
You laughed but rattled off your number anyway.
A few seconds later she finished entering the last digit then she looked up. "What name should I put?"
The question should have had a normal answer. A reasonable answer. Your actual name, for example.
Instead, you immediately pointed at yourself.
"FWB"
Wanda stared. The silence lasted exactly two seconds before she barked out a laugh. The sound escaped before she could stop it.
"And that stands for what?" She giggles.
"Fabulously Wicked Baddie." You winked before reaching for the door handle.
A thoughtful hum escaped her.
"I think..." she began, a smirk slowly appearing on her face, "it's Frustratingly Wonderful Brat."
"Wrong, Frustratingly Wonderful Being." You shrugged. Your hand remained on the car door. "Just put whatever you want me to be." The air outside immediately greeted you as you stepped out of the car. "I'll head now. Thanks again."
And as you began walking away, you lifted the money one last time in a farewell wave before disappearing.
Wanda remained sitting behind the wheel for a few moments longer. Her attention remained fixed on her phone. Specifically, on the blank contact name waiting to be filled in.
She just ended up just typing your name.
But as she saved the contact and set her phone aside, she couldn't help hearing your voice one last time.
"Just put whatever you want me to be."
For some reason, that felt less like a joke and more like the beginning of a problem.