#alpha wanda

The door chimes causing your gaze to lift to the opening door. You’re shocked to see the people walking through the door. The Avengers have just walked through the door of your small bakery. Leading the group is the pack leader along with her mate. Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff, two alpha’s. The rest of the mostly alpha pack followed close behind. Normally so many alpha’s in an area won’t bother you but with you so close to your heat and being an unmated omega is making it difficult with all of them around. You put on a mask knowing you need to be your best when the most famous people in the world are in your bakery. 

With a wide smile you greet the group. “Hi, I’m Y/n. We have a wide array of baked goods for you to choose from. Just let me know what you would like and I’ll get them all ready for you.” Wanda tilts her head looking at you curiously but you just give her soft smile back. Nat is also watching you but you can’t seem to read her. The gaze of both the alpha’s on you causes a light dusting of pink to cover your cheeks.  The rest of the group looked around to see what they wanted to eat. 

Nat clears her throat. “Everyone wait outside.” She demands the rest. “But I want to look.” Tony whines. Nat turns to look at the rest. “I said wait outside. We will get everyone something.”  Nat’s demanding tone has your inner omega wanting to submit causing you to shrink in on yourself. As the rest go to wait outside the two alpha’s turn back to you noticing you’re dropped head and smaller form. “I’m so sorry mega. I thought it would be easier without everyone.” 

You wanted to be thankful for what she did but at the same time you need to be able to handle a room full of alpha’s if you want to have a successful business. But you know she just meant well by her actions. You lift your head and give her a small smile. Brushing off your previous distress and ready to help the two women with everything they need. 

With less alpha’s in the room their scents invade your senses. One of their scents laced with cinnamon and spices, reminding you of fall. The other smelling of sweet vanilla. Both of their scents are intoxicating already. Both women are very attractive but you know you can’t think like that they are already a mated pair and they probably wouldn’t want an omega like you. So you push it out of your mind and focus on running your business.

“What can I get for you?” You ask the women. They look around for a minute before Nat speaks up. “Two of everything.” You can’t help the look of shock at the woman's order. “A-are you sure?” She gives you a kind smile. “Yes please.”  You nod and start moving around to get everything you need. “Of course. I’ll have everything ready for you in a few minutes.” You move around the area gracefully. Throwing in a few extras as you go. Wanting nothing more than to satisfy the Avengers. 

You can feel their eyes following you but you are in your groove currently. Once you are done with everything they come up to the counter and Natasha pulls out her wallet. You wave your hands and shake your head. “No, no, no. It’s on the house, my treat. You guys do so much for the city. The least I can do is give you guys some food.” Nat shakes her head back at you. “I’m not sure your boss would like that. Also I insist.” She starts pulling out money ready to pay. “I’m actually the owner so I can give you whatever I want.” You tell the alpha. You would normally never talk back to an alpha, especially an Avenger but you want to get your point across. But neither of them are going to take no for an answer. Wanda takes some money out of Nat’s hands and gives it to you. You look down at the cash and back up at the alpha’s. You can tell by the looks on their faces that they will not take no for an answer. So you look back down at the cash in your hand and gasps. “This is way too much.” In your hand is almost $500 dollars, way more than what it cost to get everything. 

Both alpha’s shake their heads. “Keep it. You deserve it.” Wanda says. She has the softest and kindest smile you have ever seen. “I-I-I don’t think I can take this.” You stutter trying to hand some of the money back but neither of them will have it. Wanda takes your hands in hers. “Please take it.” You look at her hands around yours and then back up to her face. A small blush covering your face when you nod. “Okay.” You say barely above a whisper. She smiles before she and Nat take the baked goods, making their way out leaving you shocked. 

That is how your friendship with the Avengers started. After that day you saw at least one of them once a week. Sometimes alone and sometimes the whole team would come in. You built a friendship with each member but as they continue to come a crush on the two women formed. They were always so sweet and kind with you. Nat plays up a big persona of being hard and little emotion but you can see right through that facade. Which only makes your crush grow stronger, but you know you can’t act on it. So you leave it at that just a crush. 

With the Avengers frequenting your bakery your business picks up exponentially. You had to hire more employees to help you keep up. One of those being your best friend Kate Bishop. You thank the Avengers for their business and the fact they have brought in more customers for you. Always trying to give them free food but none of them ever take it. 

Today wasn’t like other days. You had 3 call offs and your heat was quickly approaching. You thought that you had a few more days but as the day drags on you know you won’t make it. You have already called Kate who had the day off hoping she could cover. She of course said she would but it would take her some time to get there. So now you’re fighting your heat and just waiting for her to get here. 

The room is filled with alpha's, some of them pausing to look at you. A hungry look in their eyes as they realize what is going on with you. You want to run and hide but you can’t leave the store unattended so you suck it up the best you can. That is until a wave of burning stabbing pain hits your lower abdomen. You wrap your arms around your stomach, hunching over as you hold in a whimper. You don’t even hear the ringing of the bell as another patron enters the building. Another stronger wave has you crumbling to the ground, a whimper escaping your lips. 

You can now faintly hear a commotion but you can’t focus on the words or voices. You look up seeing an alpha about to jump over the counter when they are pulled back harshly. There is a commanding roar of an alpha that causes you to whine and bare your neck waiting for the alpha to approach. You wish your inner omega was stronger but with your heat here you can’t control it. Two alpha’s approach you quickly crouching down next to you. You let out another whine and strain your neck more. 

“Oh milaya, none of that.” Wanda’s hand cups your cheek. Both of their scents invade your senses, calming you down slightly. You can’t help but nuzzle her hand causing her and the other woman to smile at you. A whimper escapes as another wave of pain courses through you. Leaving the women concerned for you. They have been falling for you just as much as you for them but they were worried you wouldn’t like them back or want to be involved with Avengers. 

Just then Kate rushes in the door, her eyes scanning the room seeing that there had been a scuffle. Concerned for your safety when she can’t see you. She knows your heat is close, that is until she catches a whiff of your scent. She knows that you have gone into heat and how dangerous it is for you to have been here. She rushes around the counter stopping when she sees you curled in on yourself as Nat and Wanda crouch next to you. Wanda’s hand is still on your cheek. She lets out a growl at the woman. She knows that you aren’t in any danger with them but she instinctively wants to protect you while you’re so vulnerable. Neither of them move their concern only on you. 

“Kate, we are here to help. We don’t want to hurt her.” Nat speaks calmly to the other omega. Kate looks from them back to you. She can see you, how you're trying to nuzzle in further to Wanda. She lets out a sigh. “Sorry alpha.” She puts her head down. Becoming part of the Avengers pack as Yelena’s omega has gotten her close to them and she didn’t want to disrespect the pack leader. “It’s ok. I know you are only trying to protect your friend.” Nat moves closer to you leaning down and moving to pick you up. She acts slowly to give you the chance to pull away but you don’t. It makes the woman smile as she picks you up. You quickly wrap yourself tightly around her and nuzzle into her scent gland. Breathing in her cinnamon scent that calms you. 

“I think we will take her to the compound, she will be safe there. I don’t trust that after those alphas coming after her that she will be safe. They could easily follow her home.” Nat speaks to both Wanda and Kate. They both nod in agreement. “Kate, do you have this here?” Nat asks as she holds you closer to her. “Yeah I think I got this.” Kate replies before the door chimes. All three women go on defense growling at the scent of another alpha but all calm when they realize who it is. Kate’s mate Yelena struts through the door holding up her hands in surrender to the three as you whimper in Nat’s arms. 

Yelena smirks at the older alpha when she sees you in her arms, wrapped tightly around the woman like a koala. Nat rolls her eyes when she sees how her sister is looking at her. “Lena!” Kate says bouncing over to her and throwing her arms around her neck pecking her lips. Yelena’s hands placed firmly on Kate’s hips. “Yel help Kate out here we are taking Y/n to the compound. Some alphas attacked so maybe help her clean up a bit.” Yelena looks around at the mess brows furrowed as Nat speaks. That is until she catches your sweet scent. Instantly understanding your predicament and understanding why the three were growling at her as she came in the door. 

“Please be careful you two.” Wanda tells the alpha and her omega, handing Kate some money. Kate looks at the money and then back up to Wanda confused. “For damages.” Wanda explains. Kate is about to argue back about that but the look Wanda gives her tells her there is no room for that. She is second in command of the pack and will not take no for an answer. So Kate gives her a nod moving to start cleaning up the place, Yelena helping her mate clean as the two women leave with you. 

Once the alphas get you to the compound they take you to the spare bedroom next to theirs not wanting to overstep any boundaries you might have. It has been hard for them to fight their inner alphas to not to just claim you as theirs. You’re currently wrapped around Wanda tightly as she walks into the room. She goes to put you on the bed but you don’t let go. “Malyshka can you let go?” She asks softly, but your only response is to shake your head and whine. Being in their arms is the most comfort you have had in a long time dulling the ache.

So the women decide to take you into their own room. If it provides you the comfort you need they will take the suffering to make you feel even the slightest bit better. Wanda sits down on the bed with you still wrapped around her. Your head in her neck as you let her scent drown out your senses. Nat walked away from the two of you for a few minutes before coming back. In her arms is a plethora of blankets. She sets them on the bed next to Wanda. “Detka?” She crouches down in front of you two and says softly. “Can you please come out? I brought you blankets for a nest.” Her voice is still soft, watching you for any movement. 

Slowly you pull your head out, eyes landing on the pile. You hesitantly move not wanting to leave the comfort of the alpha but your inner omega is telling you to build your nest. “Thank you Nat.” You whisper, taking the blankets and moving to a corner of the room. It has been a losing battle to fight your inner omega who just craves the women. But you don’t want to overstep too much so you build your nest in the corner. You crawl into it moving things around till you’re comfortable. 

Being around the alphas has dulled your pain. It is still there but in less intense waves, but the slick has increased. You can now feel it coating your thighs. The two have watched you intently, hard uncomfortable bulges in their pants. Wanting nothing more than to claim you as their own. It isn’t until your small voice breaks the silence in the room that they break from the trance. “Alphas?” You whimper. The women quickly move over to you concerned that something could be wrong. You look up to them with tears in your eyes, scared to ask anything more of them but craving their comfort. 

Wanda’s hand gently cups your face, her thumb rubbing over your cheek gently. “Yes, omega. Do you need anything?” Wanda’s softness makes you purr as you nuzzle. “Please stay.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but they hear you. The women share a look before they agree. Nat gets in front of you which you instantly cuddle into her side, your head instinctively nuzzling into her neck. Wanda slots herself behind you. Both of them cuddle you tightly. 

Nat notices it instantly, your warm slick slowly coating her thigh. You start grinding against her thigh. Your brain is not even registering it until you let out a soft moan. A look of panic crossing your face when you realize what you are doing. “I-I-I’m sorry.” You try to pull away but their arms wrapping around you tightly keeps you in place. “What do you need mega?” Wanda kisses your shoulder and mumbles. You let out another whine at her words wanting to beg them to use you, breed you, mark you, to become their mate. “We can’t help you if you don’t tell us, sweet girl.” Nat kisses your forehead letting her lips linger there. 

You look up to the woman in front of you. “I want you, both of you.” You whisper. They are both slightly shocked but not entirely due to your recent actions. Nat’s hand cups your cheek. “Are you sure? This isn’t just your heat?” You shake your head no at her words. “Wanted you for a while. Didn’t think you wanted me. I’m nothing special.” You look down out of embarrassment waiting for the rejection, but it doesn’t come. Nat’s finger hooks under your chin, making you look back up  at her. She gently kisses your lips before pulling back your breaths mingling together in the open space. “We want you too, and you are special. You are the most kind and gentle person we have ever met.” 

It’s so quick that you don’t even notice. Wanda’s arms are removed from you and Nat has pushed you on your back hovering over you. “If you want us to stop or you change your mind you can tell us.” Nat tells you gently pecking your lips. “Are you sure you want this mega?” Wanda asks you. You nod your head. “We need words pretty girl.” You look at Wanda who is laying on her side with her head propped on her hand. “Want you.” Was the only words that slipped past your lips. In an instant with red whisps all of your clothes are gone. You look at Wanda a bit shocked, a smirk playing on her lips. 

Soon the alphas' clothes soon follow. Their rock hard cocks springing free of their confines. You feel Nat’s slap against your stomach causing you to look down. Your eyes widen at her sheer size wondering how she will fit. Your eyes then trail to Wanda. She looks even bigger than Nat, not by much but a noticeable difference. You can feel more of your slick coating your thighs as you whine. 

Nat kisses your head as her hand guides her cock to your folds. Swiping through them coating herself in your arousal, her tip nudging against your sensitive bundle of nerves. You let out a moan as she keeps nudging. When she is satisfied, she moves the tip down to your entrance, looking at you for your confirmation that you're still ok. When you give her a nod, she slowly starts to push in. Slowly sinking her cock into your wet and warm cunt. 

“Fuck so tight.” Nat moans as your walls clamp around her member. You’re so thankful for your heat, your slick allowing her to slip in easily. You wrap your legs around her waist as she sinks in further. When her thighs meet your ass you gasp at the fullness. You’ve never felt this full in your life and it feels so right. 

Nat gives you some time to adjust to the stretch fighting her inner alpha to just pound into you mercilessly. Wanda turns your head leaning in to kiss you. Her hands reach between your bodies as she finds your breasts. Her fingers expertly tweaking your nipples causing you to moan in her mouth distracting you from the fact that Nat has pulled almost all the way out before sinking back in. Her pace is slow at first just getting used to you. You feel so good and she doesn’t want to cum too early. 

When Nat feels like she can, her pace quickens. She fucks into you gently, her thrust deep as she angle just right. Hitting your spot deep inside. Wanda’s mouth is still on yours as she swallows all of your moans. Enjoying your full breast in her hands, groping at pinching her nipples as her mate fucks into you. 

You don’t expect the alpha to be so gentle as she fucks you but it feels so good from her. Her caring and soft side showed through with every thrust of her hips. She leans up grabbing your hips watching as her cock disappears into your hole. Entranced by your sweet scent and how you take her so well. How your hips buck into her to meet her thrust trying to get her that much deeper. The outline of her cock bulging from your skin, she presses down and a loud moan is escaping you. She looks back up to watch as Wanda devours you, catching every whimper and moan until you can’t keep up anymore. 

“So pretty and made for us. Taking me so well.” Nat praises you. “So perfectly wrapped around my cock squeezing me so tight. Fuck.” She moans when you clench. Your panting, eyes closed as your orgasm builds. One of Wanda’s hands drifting down between both of your bodies finding your bundle of nerves pinching it between her fingers. You cry out in pleasure and pain as she continues. Both women bring you so close to the edge. Your walls squeezing Nat tight, her grunts and moans filling your ears. Her knot starts to form hitting against your entrance, just begging to fill you. 

Wanda’s hand continues toying with your clit as Nat drives her hips into you. Your legs are slightly shaking around Nat’s hips. She leans back down the more her knot swells. You're both close to cumming. She kisses your scent gland sending small waves of pleasure. Her hips become more erratic when her knot fully forms. Slamming against your entrance. With a few more thrust her knot pops in and her teeth sink into your neck. You cry out in ecstasy as your orgasm washes over you. She marks you claiming you as her omega. Filling you with her cum as your back arches. Grinding into you as white hot ropes of cum fill you. Your cum coating her cock as your walls squeeze her knot, milking her dry. She lets your neck go and licks your wound clean. You look up at her curious and hopeful eyes. She smiles and leans her head giving you access to the opposite side from where Wanda bit. You lean up sinking your teeth in her scent gland. She moans out and you don’t know how it is possible but you can feel a few more spurts of cum filling you. Which just causes you to moan around her bite. You release her and lick it clean just as she had done for you. 

You’re both panting, Nat’s knot locking you together until it deflates. Wanda’s hands move away giving you two a chance to bond. Nat takes the time to gently move you both so that you are on your side. You feel the bond growing strong as you bask in the aftermath. She gently kisses your lips before leaning her forehead against yours. The room is silent until you break it. “Thank you.” You whisper between you two. Nat smiles. “No need to thank me detka. I have been wanting to do that for a long time.” The three of you laugh. It’s funny how you all wanted each other but none of you thought the other would. “Me too.” You smile, your breath still heavy between you two. 

When Nat’s knot finally deflates she removes herself from you. You let out a whimper at the lost feeling empty as your mixed cum leaks out of you. Wanda kisses your shoulder and mumbles against the naked skin. “My turn malyshka. I want you to ride me.” You look back at her, your eyes wide. “I-I’ve never.” You stutter a little having never ridden anyone before. She kisses your shoulder again. “That’s ok detka. You’re going to look so beautiful bouncing on my cock.” 

You feel Wanda shift as she lays on her back. You turn yourself to look at her. She has her hands behind her head and her cock standing proud. You don’t know how she was so patient when you look at her cock. Her tip is angry red and pre-cum has leaked all down her shaft. Her hand moves to wrap around and gently jerk herself. She had wanted to save all of her cum for you to fill you even fuller than you already were. You hesitate for a moment before getting up and shifting. Throwing your leg over her hips hovering over her cock. Her hand is firmly around her cock lining it up with your entrance. You look at her for a second when she gives you a reassuring smile. You give her a small smile before you start to slowly sink down on her. 

Wanda moves her hand back behind her head as she watches you sink down. “Fuck your right Natty. So fucking tight. Fuck even after you fucked her she is tight.” You blush at her words, finally sitting fully in her lap. You didn’t think you could feel this full. Both of them fit you so perfectly like they were made just for you. 

You grind your hips experimentally, the movement causing you and Wanda to moan. You can see the cocky smirk on her face as she waits for you to fuck yourself on her cock. “Fuck I can feel both of your cums leaking all over my cock.” She bucks her hips up, enticing you to move. You groan, taking her hint as you lift yourself up before slamming yourself down. You set a slow and steady pace as you figure out your moments. Bringing yourself up before dropping back down. Wanda enjoys the sight of your breast bouncing every time you sink back down. 

But your pace is a bit slow for the woman. “Ride me like you mean it detka. I want to see you fuck yourself on my cock.” You whimper, nodding your head and picking up the pace. Bouncing on her cock and grinding your hips when you meet her pelvis. The sight in front of her is perfect as the perfect omega rides her. Even at this angle Wanda can see a perfect outline of her cock filling your tight hole. Moaning knowing that you're so full of her and that she is going to fill you even more. 

Whimpers and moans fill the room as you continue to fuck yourself on her cock. Soon you feel hands on your waist as Nat moves closer to you two she helps guid you quicker on fucking her mate. Wanda’s hands moving to your plush thighs digging her fingers into the soft flesh. Starting to buck her hips up to meet you. Fucking you harder than Nat did. 

“Such a whore for us already. Taking our fat cocks in your tight little hole. Look at that.” Wanda presses her hand down hard on the bulge that appears on your lower abdomen. You cry out from the pleasure and her words, looking down to see her cock moving inside of you. Your walls clench her tightly at the sights. “Oh fuck you like that don’t you little whore. Love being fucked by your alpha’s.” Wanda’s moans, her words a stark contrast to Nat’s praises. She is rougher with her thrusts. Showing a different side to each woman. 

Nat turns your head towards her and kisses you hungrily. Wanda sits up planting her feet and thrusting up hard and rough. You love the difference between the two. A gentle Nat and a rougher Wanda. It turns you on immensely more slick coating Wanda’s cock the harder she drives her hips up into you. Nat still helping you fuck yourself down on her cock. 

“Such a perfect cock drunk whore for us. So pretty being our little cum dump, just for us to use.” With every word that Wanda speaks it sends you closer to the edge, your walls clamping down on her. You don’t know how she can keep her rough pace as your walls suffocate her cock. She moans as your walls tighten, her knot forming and pressing against your entrance begging to slip in. Wanda nibbles at your perky nipples. “Want to be bred full of our cum? Fill you with our pups?” You moan into Nat’s mouth mumbling a yes. 

“These tits would look so perfect, full of milk, your belly swollen with our pups.” She bites down on your nipple causing you to break the kiss from nat and cry out. “Mmm.” You whimper, her thrust becoming erratic as your knot fully forms. Nat lets your waist go and Wanda wraps her arms around you thrusting up harder and faster. You didn’t think she could go any harder or faster but it has you moaning louder. Your arms tightly wrapped around her as your nails dig into her back causing her to moan at the sting.

Wanda moves her head to the other side of your neck biting into your other scent gland as her knot slips inside locking you two together. You scream out and throw your head back as your vision blurs, cumming harder than you ever have before. Wanda’s cum joins Nat’s deep inside you filling the void and feeding the desires of your inner omega. Your whole body trembles in her hold as your bond forms. She pulls away, licking your wound. She lets you take the side opposite of Nat’s mark cementing your bond to both women. Small spurts of cum still fill you as Wanda grinds helping you both to ride out your highs. 

When you come down your rigid body slumps into Wanda nuzzling into her neck. Her arms wrapped around you tightly, kissing the side of your head. Her fingers gently rubbing at your back. Your arms loosely wrapped around her exhaustion taking over as you close your eyes. 

“Are you ok sweet girl?” Wanda questions kissing your head again. You hum in response, throat raw from your previous actions. “I wasn’t too rough was I?” You could hear the concern in her voice. So you pull back a soft smile playing on your lips. “No, it was perfect. Both of you.” Your voice is hoarse. You look back at Nat who pecks your lips. You would think that Nat would be jealous of how your body reacted to Wanda but all you can see is the love in her eyes. The stark contrast between the two is something you already love. How gentle Nat praising you as she fucked into you and how Wanda was rougher degrading you. 

"S toboy vse v poryadke?" (Are you alright?)

The red head ask and you nod eyes returning to hers.

"Tired, it seems everytime we try to relax something detrimental in the world happens. I wonder what it would do without us."

A small chuckle escapes Natasha despite the truth in your words, her eyes shooting to the pair on her right once more. Though not a 'graduate' of the red room you hold your own tramatic story. Experimented on in the basement of Oscorp for years you'd been turned into a lab rat by the corpo bastards that owned the building. You'd escaped only three years ago, changed. Transformed into a human machiene, non-aging, ridiculously strong with a sirens song. You did the only thing you could and played the cards you were delt. Seducing mediocre alphas out of millions before any one even got a whiff of your existence but you could truly only thank Natasha for that. It wasn't until Natasha was taken down but the Black Widow kept striking that shield realized there was more than met the eye. It was Tony himself that went undercover to catch you and honestly had he not been an Avenger with intel he would of ended up caught himself. Another rich egotistical alpha who thought himself on top of the world. You didn't go down easy and spent a week in a cell before even uttering a word. In retrospect it all seems silly now you often think about how much time you wasted fighting the people who wanted nothing more than to help you. Eyes lifting to Natasha's face you can't help but feel greatful for the opportunity she's given you to help others like you.

"They're on the move."

You hum in acknowledgment before finishing off your drink mind finally wondering to the matter at hand. Your mission was recruitment nothing more. Ultron having been made unreasonably strong by the twins he somehow came to be in alliance with. You'd gained enough information merely listening in on their conversation, so you and Natasha retreated returning to the group in order to solidify your advances. Standing in time with Natasha you link your arm in hers smiling before chatting away about absolutely nothing in russian. Missing the way a certain alpha glanced your way when your scent drifted down wind. It only took twenty four hours for everything to go to shit almost a record breaker in your books. Ultron whineded up to be nothing after the male alpha was nere fatally injured the red headed woman taking care of him like clockwork. Luckily your team stood nearby able to quickly extract the alpha towards safety and medical attention. You worked efficiently getting him secured before moving to help the rest of your team fight off Ultron's bots and it isn't until the end when you stand with the support of Thor that you realize the red headed alpha had come with you. Returning to the compound there is tension on the quinjet. The group unsure what to do with the twin alphas who quite literally just tried to murder them and it causes you to roll your eyes.

"You could at least not talk about them as if they aren't right there."

You scold before moving towards the pair. The red head having been unmoving crouched over her unconscious brother.

"Privet." (Hello.)

You say making yourself known as you approach the alpha causing her to glance up at you.

"On dolzhen polnost'yu vyzdorovet'." (He should make a full recovery.)

You speak in a whisper trying to be soft.

"YA uveren, chto on ne khotel by, chtoby vy bespokoilis'." (I'm sure he wouldn't want you to worry.)

The woman merely returns her eyes to the unconscious man below her.

"Will you lock us up? Treat us once again like dogs?"

Your eyebrows raise and your posture straightens.

"No of course not, everyone deserves a second chance. You believed you were fighting for the right thing, there are many on this team who have been in a similar circumstance. Do not believe simply because we are labeled supergeroi that none of us have a dark past." (Superheroes)

With that you take your leave allowing the woman to be with her loved one. Upon returning to the compound you go into seclusion, you needed a break both mentally and physically. Just a few days where the world wasn't ending and it was entirely up to you to save it. Six days later you emerge slightly re-energized and fresh ready for the next catastrophe. The first place you visit is the gym already hearing Natasha's scolding on breaking your routine as you pass the common room you see the two twins on the couch alone. In this light you see them both clearly, while they hold the title twin they couldn't look more different. You study them both your eyes lingering on the red head. She was an attractive alpha, very attractive. You hear the tv playing but don't recognize the program they have on. Detouring into the room you catch their attention waving as you approach.

"Hello, I am rather embarrassed to say we never formally met. I am (Y/N) nice to meet you both."

You bow your head in greeting sending them a bright smile and both of them seem to freeze obviously caught off guard by your friendly approach. The male recovers first standing up before bowing his head back and sticking out his hand.

"Pietro, and that is my sestra Wanda."

You recognize his accent reaching to grip his hand in yours.

"A pleasure, I hope you two are adjusting well."

It isn't until then his sister jumps up a slight flush on her cheeks.

"It has been familiar, we are rather alienated but that is how it has always been."

You hum in response fighting back the disappointment in your expression.

"Don't fret, we are a group of antisocial extroverts forced to be in a group setting. Well expect for Tony but it just takes us all time to engage and meet new people, they will come around before long."

You finish with a smile.

"Have you two at least been taken care of? Food, water, lodging?"

They nod simultaneously and its enough for you.

"Good well I'm off to the gym, don't be strangers."

With that you leave not taking note of the full face flush on the woman's face.

"Kto-nibud' nashel svoyu sestru-omegu?" (Has someone found their omega sister?)

Pietro says in a teasing tone and Wanda punches him in the shoulder muttering at him to shut up. The moment you cross the threshold of the gym you flinch.

"Nu posmotrite, kto eto." (Well look who it is.)

"Can we skip past the part where you scold me so I can just apologize?"

You ask turning to meet Natasha's sharp gaze.

"Will your muscles magically regain their mass?"

"No."

You sigh accepting your defeat beginning to stretch as Natasha begins her speech on commitment. It is another four days before everyone finally comes around to the twins slotting them in as if theyed been there since the beginning just as they had you. Walking towards the gym you release a content sigh, a full ten days since the world seemed as though it'd collapse. What bliss. Quickly looking up your eyes fantically search for some wood unwilling to risk jinxing yourself.

"Dobroye utro." (Good morning.")

You hear from behind turning to be greeted by Wanda.

"Good morning indeed. Off for your morning cuppa are you?"

You ask and Wanda merely nods in response fighting back a yawn.

"Not a morning person?"

You ask with a smile walking beside Wanda.

"Not at all."

She says somewhat grumpily.

"Then what are you doing up at six a.m?"

You ask with a laugh and Wanda has to fight back a blush. She couldn't admit that she woke up at this time merely to see you every morning but what could she say.

"I like to cook but I'm not very good at it.... so I practice early before the others wake up."

The words spill out of her mouth quickly unable to think of anything better and you beam your white smile at her.

"Well how about tomorrow you sleep in till eight then I can help you learn, I am an amazing cook. I even know how to make some traditional dishes."

Wanda can't help the flush that comes to her face this time and it makes you feel a tingle inside.

"Okay."

The red head responds and you nod giving her arm a little reassuring squeeze as you come upon the kitchen.

"Good luck dorogoy." (Dear)

You say before continuing onto the gym and Wanda is sure her face matches her hair. Sure enough the next morning Wanda doesn't head towards the kitchen instead she spends the morning pacing her room anxiety ridden. You'd said for her to sleep in but how could she when you agreed to spend alone time with her. She couldn't tell Pietro and deal with his repeated teasing so she kept the information in slowly but surely having a meltdown. As she paced she played with her hair, bit her finger, twiddled her thumbs. God she couldn't do this. She'd literally been an experiment for Hydra and never felt this nervous in her life. The time passed quickly. To quickly. Right as she truly began to spiral there was a knock at her door, eyes shooting to the clock she realizes its already eight o'clock. Brushing off her clothes quickly before taking a few deep breaths and recuperating she opens her door. The moment her eyes land on you it all seems for naught, your hair is tied back. You wear tights and a tshirt covered by an apron. Your eyes spakle matched by your bright smile and Wanda feels herself melt a bit.

"I figured you'd meet me in the kukhnya." (Kitchen)

You say with a giggle and Wanda becomes a tomato realizing its not only eight but eight eleven.

"I'm sorry I slept in and lost all track of time."

You hum with a smile clearly not mad at all before turning to be on your way.

"All is fine I just didn't want to start without you."

Wanda follows behind you closing her door quickly. Her eyes wonder your body not being able to help staring at your ass.

"Ty slushayesh'?" (Are you listening?)

Wanda's eyes shoot up attention back on your voice.

"I asked what your favorite dish is."

"Oh um I love traditional pirozhki, my mother used to make them just slightly burnt at the edges. The taste reminds me of home."

You turn and smile softly her way.

"Perfect then that's what we will make, cooking can seem overwhelming but it isn't as scary as many think. I always recommend learning to cook for yourself first because it is much easier than cooking for others."

In the kitchen you gather the suppiles, you cooked often so the ingredients for this dish were easily found.

"I'll have you make the dough, it is all simply measurements so I'll do no more than verbal instructions."

You say as you prepare the area for Wanda.

"Here put this on, gotta protect your clothes and tie your hair back no one wants hair in their food."

Handing the apron to Wanda while standing by waiting. You bite your lip as you watch her. Running her fingers through silky red locks before pulling it up exposing her neck to you. She wore grey sweatpants and a baggy t. The sweatpants doing little to hide the member between her legs and you press your thighs together pleasurably. Wanda on the other hand was trying to think about how to see this lie through. She was an amazing cook, taking the responsibility of her brother from a young age. How was she going to play clueless. She should of at least said a dish she truly wasn't aware of how to make but when you asked her favortie food she couldn't help but answer honestly. You talked Wanda through the steps praising her for being a natural when the dough came out well. Leaving it to make the filling.

"What did your mom fill hers with? I do a simple meat and rice mixture since it goes along with my bulk."

Wanda nods along as she listens debating a moment before responding.

"Lets make them like yours, I've never had them any other way and I'd be eager to try."

You smile brightly at the alpha before nodding in response. Again you talk her through it always believing hands on with clear instruction was the best way to learn any skill. It gave the student mutiple ways to intake the information and made it harder to forget. Once the process is complete you help Wanda cut and stuff the dough, this part of the process being the longest and most tedious. You leave her to fry them as she likes since she'd mentioned her mom let them cook a bit longer and instead move to clean around her. Never a fan of a messy workspace. You hum as you clean, mindlessly really. It seems a tune that always floats around you. One Wanda is sure she's heard you hum before. By the time Wanda is done cooking you've cleaned the kitchen and are able to sit down and enjoy the meal with her. Of course the moment doesn't last and before either of you can even take a bite the smell of food draws in hungry Avengers.

"Mne vsegda nravitsya, kogda ty gotovish'." (I always love when you cook.)

Natasha says entering first, the smell of traditional food equivalent to a cat with its automatic feeder. Steve, Bruce, Tony, and Sam all slowly trickle in after stomachs growling audibly making you laugh.

"I suppose if I didn't cook every once in a while no one would eat around here hmmm?"

The group shares a laugh as they line up one by one to make plates.

"But in all honesty this meal is thanks to Wanda not me, I merely talked her through the steps."

Wanda can't hide the pink that dust her cheeks and all is going well until a certain twin walks in.

"Pirozhki! You always cook the best food sestra."

The blonde kisses his sisters head as he passes by and you can't help the eyebrow that raises in response.

"Always hmmm?"

You hum and Wanda is saved by the entrance of Thor who could of eaten the entire helping had he got here first.

"Mighty (Y/N) your meals are always most invigorating."

You smile at the God and try not laugh when you see his downcast face once he realizes he is the last one to show. Wiping your face after you finish you excuse yourself it was already nearing noon and you still hadn't even looked at the moutain of paperwork on your desk. Wanda watches you go. Over the next three weeks you and Wanda grow closer she begins training with you and Natasha in the mornings and you read with her sometimes in the afternoons, you don't question her about Pietro's comment after your cooking fiasco and Wanda never says anything about it because that woukd mean admitting to you that she was desperate to spend time with you.

"Soo?"

Natasha ask as the two of you jog around the gardens. It was early afternoon in fall, the cool winds combating your rising body heat making the jog enjoyable.

"Nothing."

"Yebat' will she ever make a move?" (Fuck)

You merely shrug.

"I don't know, I'll start showing signs of heat by the end of the week if that doesn't trigger her there's no hope."

Natasha laughs at that.

"Tak khochetsya al'fu, da?" (So eager for an alpha eh?)

"Not just any alpha, Wanda."

The week passes slowly and as the weekend gets closer your pheromones get stronger. The team knew your heat was approaching as they kept a calander for the Alphas so they could know when to distance, well everyone except Wanda apparently. Its Thursday night by the time she's had enough of your distance and decides to ask why you aren't at the table for dinner with the rest of the team.

"Where's (Y/N), I swear I haven't seen her all week."

Natasha sends a small smirk Wanda's way before Steve speaks up.

"Her heat is approaching so she is keeping extra distance for everyones saftey, she should come back around a week or so from today."

Pink hue coats Wanda's cheeks as the thought of you in heat takes over her mind and the pink only gets darker as her hard on begins to form in her pants. Her mind plummets into thoughts about your slick, and body. Thoughts about filling you with her seed and you being full with her pups causes her to be embarrassed by how hard she's become. If not for the table her bulge would be hard to miss. Wanda remains in a fog for the rest of dinner try as she might she couldn't get her mind off mating you and as everyone stands to part ways she remains seated making the excuse that she'd clean up the kitchen. Wanda strained painfully against her pants she could almost smell you now.

Rubbing your sides you walk towards the kitchen dinner should be over by now and you're starving. You need to get as many calories in as you can before you succumb to your heat tomorrow. The pain was slowly starting to set in and you'd be lying if you said you were looking foreward to the next seven days. You let out a groan as you turn the corner a sudden sharp pain stabbing your side. As you enter the threshold of the kitchen goosebumps rise on your skin the familiar smell of Wanda infultrating your nose before your eyes lock with the alphas. You're almost sure you see Wanda begin to tremble but you quickly begin to back away.

"I'm sorry I thought everyone would be gone by now."

You go to retreat from the kitchen and Wanda stands so quickly her chair falls behind her. In a second she's in your face grabbing you softly by the jaw making you look at her.

"Omega."

She whispers as she sniffs at you rubbing her nose against your cheek before falling to your scent gland.

"Mate."

She whispers again and you chirp. Your omega finally satisfied being acknowledged by your alpha. For a few minutes nothing happens, the two of you stand there relishing eachothers presence. You chirp at her as she lightly growls at you and you feel satisfied, whole even. Then you are painfully reminded of your situation causing you to sharply intake air and groan. Wanda growls louder at the noise of your distress and you whimper.

"It hurts."

Wanda's grip on your jaw becomes tighter, pushing you into the wall before pressing her own body against yours.

"Tell me where it hurts, I'll take care you shchenok." (Puppy)

You groan again, your heat suddenly over taking your senses as a result of having your mate so close. Your hands raise to grip Wanda's arms tightly, nails digging into her skin through the fabric of her shirt.

"Need you, please. Alpha. Mate."

Your words come out as little whimpers. Your panting, you don't know why but suddenly you can't get enough air for full breaths. So caught up in Wanda you don't even process you're about to be mated in the tower kitchen but honestly you don't care either. Wanda however does she feels territorial, primal even. She needs you to herself, needs privacy with you. She'd attack anyone who might see your bare body if she mated you here. Her room was on the other side of the compound, the alpha side far from the omegas and living area but your room was just down the hall. Wanda releases your jaw hands moving down your body till she reaches the back of your thigh. You bite your lip enjoying the electricity you felt from her touch. As she picks you up you wrap your legs around her torso tightly. Her hands against your thighs causing your sex to tingle. You wrap one hand around her neck before running the other through soft red hair. You return to chirping at her, the feeling of finding your mate an overwhelmingly happy one. You rub your cheek against hers softly and the alpha lightly growls in acknowledgment. You are consumed by Wanda's presence unable to focus on anything but her. When she lays you lightly on your bed you aren't even sure where you are, you just know you're there with her. Wanda bends over you, tucking her nose into your scent gland once more and growling loudly. She needs you, needs you marked, claimed. Needs everyone to know you belong to her.

"Mate."

The word is once again a whisper but you hear it all the same. The time to romantically strip you would have to be later gripping opposite sides of the loose shirt you wore the alpha literally tears the cloth off of you exposing your bra cladded torso to her. Your breathing speeds up the intimacy of the moment undeniable as you feel Wanda begin to run her lips down your body. It was like electric shock, the currents Wanda's touch sent through your body. She magiced your bra away completely exposing your upper half and growling as her soft lips wrapped around your nipple. You moan loudly in response, it felt good too good. You could get lost in this sensation alone.

"Mine."

Wanda growls against your skin before moving along to your other nipple. Your hands grip at Wanda through her clothes before you whimper.

"Need to feel you alpha."

Wanda growls in response, her eyes glowing red as she magics away her own clothing her skin now pressing against yours. She moves back up your body mouth hovering close before she lays claim to your own. The kiss is magical, the locking of your lips causing what you could only descibe as bliss throughout your whole body. You felt like you were glowing arms and legs wrapping around the alpha tightly you were sure this must be heaven. Wanda began to grind against you through the fabric of your pants, your underwear gliding against your excessive amount of slick. You blush, embarrassed by how wet you truly are from so little foreplay but the feeling doesnt last long when Wanda growls above you. Wanda pulls your pants off your waist guiding them down your thighs just enough to expose your slick and shudders when the smell of you tingles her nostrils. She's overcome with the need to knot you, breed you as she makes her mark on your neck. But she also feels the feral need to take you, to have your slick dripping down her chin as she causes you to come apart on her tongue. Starting with the latter she pulls your pants off quickly. Breaking away from your lips to slowly kiss down your body. You take a long gasp of air eyes dialating as you watch Wanda work her way down. Your hips begin to twitch unable to stay still at the excitement of what was about to come. Wanda's hands move to firmly grip your waist holding you in place as she kisses your stomach moving lower and lower your stomach muscles flex, a wave of arousal flowing through you. When she reaches her destination her hands move to your thighs lifting them up to hold you wide open for her. You're leaking, literally and Wanda can't wait to have a taste. She dives in slurping up the excess before moving to your center. Sucking on your clit then tongue fucking you like a woman starved. Your slick quenches a thirst Wanda didn't even know she had tongue lapping at your clit before quickly moving towards your hole eager to drink up the slick as a result. It doesn't take long and under normal circumstances you're sure you would of been embarrassed but none of that matters when your muscles spasm. Back arching in the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced, your thighs shake, eyes shut, mouth open in a silent scream. Wanda doesn't stop eagerly drinking up your orgasm before wanting, no needing you to do that again. You whimper in overstimulation but don't stop your alpha, just as turned on by her need for you. You squirm against the red heads mouth a little towards her a little away, this time you last longer if only for your slight sensitivity causing time before the feeling was pleasurable again yet you cum all the same. Wanda moans loudly as you release into her mouth again. She could do this all day she's sure of it. But now as her precum begins to soak her boxers she knows its time. Lifting onto her knees between your legs red eyes glow as her pants disappear and through your haze you see her in all her glory. You reach down gripping her in your hand moaning at the size while she moans at the sensation. You pump her, an overwhelming feeling to suck her down your through the way she'd done you comes over you but Wanda quickly grabs your hand removing you from her.

"You're going to make me bust shchenok." (Puppy)

Wanda hesitates a second if only to allow her own incoming orgasm to subside, she needed to bury herself in you and it wouldn't look good for her if it ended just as quickly as it started. In the meantime she leans down over you meeting your lips in a hungry kiss the taste of you on her lips causing another wave of your own slick to pool between your legs. You push at her lower back willing her to enter you but she resist. Kissing you eagerly before breaking to kiss to move towards your scent gland, you pant quickly. Wanda's kiss having stolen all the air from your lungs.

"Mine."

Wanda whispers against you, hips beginning to grind against your slick in order to lubricate herself. You shudder in response.

"Yours alpha, take me. I want to be yours."

Wanda reaches down gripping herself in order to slowly slide into you. She's thick stretching you out in ways only she can, the burn sends waves through you and by the time she's completely sheathed you're a whimpering mess.

"Yebat' you're so tight." (Fuck)

She pulls out only to slam back into you, her pace is brutal, hips slamming against yours hitting a sweet spot you didn't even know you had repeatedly. Your moans are as loud as the sound of your wet slick sucking Wanda back in. You claw at her wanting her impossibly closer as she fucked you into next week.

"Holy fuck I'm cumming. Alpha. Alpha."

Your eyes roll back as you arch. The orgasm makes you see white and Wanda doesnt stop. You squirting fueling her ego.

"That's right shchenok. You love the way your alpha fucks you, love how deep I am in you. Look shchenok can you see me."

Wanda brings your gaze down the visible bulge in your stomach when the alpha bottoms out causing your stomach to tighten.

"I'm right here."

Wanda says as she pushes down on the bulge and you spasm again another light orgasm washing through you.

"Fuck I'm gonna fill you up, get you pregnant with my pup."

Wanda pumps into you harder, her knot slamming against your entrance as she nears her own release.

"Alpha. Alpha."

You whimper to fucked out to form any other words.

"You're gonna look so pretty swollen with my seed all mine."

You moan again as Wanda bends towards your scent gland the feel of her canines against your neck enough to almost send you over the edge. She sinks her teeth into you right as you hear a pop. Her knot having settled inside you easily combined with the blackout orgasm of your mating bite. When you come to Wanda is still knotted deep inside you. Nuzzling at your cheeks with a low growl. You chirp back to weak to do much else and Wanda hums.

"My mate, my omega."

10 months later.

You were exhausted, to say the least. A new born was a lot of work and a lot of lost sleep. Wanda wasn't here, literally dragged away for a debrief she was required to attend. If you were honest you didn't mind, she'd been slightly smothering you since you gave birth and while you loved her for it just because you gave birth didn't mean you were no longer a functioning adult. You'd been picking petty arguments since your third trimester which you always felt bad for. It was the hormones combined with being put on bedrest so you didn't get to do your job combined with sexual frustration since the doctor said it was no longer safe for intercourse. You sighed as you stepped out of the shower, now with the added insecurities about the changes in your body since pregnancy and child birth you weren't sure you even wanted Wanda to touch you. Ignoring the mirror you dry yourself before wrapping a towel around you. Exiting the bathroom right as your little baby boy woke up with soft cries. You coo at him lifting him out of his crib you lose your towel throwing it over the side in order to hold your baby against your bare chest. You were barely one month postpartum but glad to be past the part where you were in a sense literally wearing a human diaper. Your son instantly calms at the sound of your heart beat as you bounce him lightly moving to sit in your bed you lean against the headboard letting out slightly pained noises as you try and relax your overworked back. You cover your lower half with the blanket already feeling the chill of the room as you begin to hum at your son. You don't hear the door open to focused to the little boy in your arms, getting comfortable as you move him to breast feed. You hiss as he begins to work at your sore nipple but eventually relax becoming accustomed to the pain. You rub his little head of hair softly smiling at him a fullness in your heart only created by the birth of your child as Wanda makes her pressence known.

"You're so beautiful dorogaya." (Dearheart)

You bite back your own insecurities at her comment humming in response. Looking up you meet Wanda's piercing eyes before meeting her lips in a kiss.

"I mean it dorogaya or have you forgotten I can hear your thoughts."

You can't help but frown not used to not being able to keep secrets.

"But...."

"Ah ah ah no buts, you're even more beautiful now than the day we met. Pregnancy and childbirth has given you a glow nothing else can."

You sigh a familiar warmth filling your chest in response to Wanda's love.

"YA tebya lyublyu." (I love you)

You whisper your free hand coming to rub against Wanda's cheek.

It felt like a knock off Twilight series, but it was reality. Your girlfriend, mate, is a werewolf. The first few mornings after you two "mated," you'd trace the lining around the bite on your neck. Each time it brought goosebumps to your skin, very much as sensitive as when she first placed it there.

She wasn't around too much. Sliding out of bed early in the morning and coming back at night fall. Leaving each time with a kiss pressed to the column of your neck or cheek.

As the sun set, you'd find yourself waiting for her arrival. Loving the feeling of her arms sliding around your waist, her lips trailing up your neck. You enjoyed the hushed conversations before you both fell asleep, her arm slung around your waist. Asking about her day, chatting about plans for tomorrow, learning all the more about her world... it was intimate, cozy, expected. The world from before slowed down to this, the clock ticking slower before the rabbit caught up.

She had started showing up later. Missing dinner, missing your conversations before bed, missing the comfortable routine you’d built together. It stirred a quiet concern in you, and you wished more than ever that you could feel her through the mating bond. But yours was weak, and without knowing she was blocking her emotions from you, you only felt more distant.

The past few nights you've fallen asleep and woken up without even seeing her, feeling her slip into bed. You wondered if she even came home if it weren't for the warm spot behind you.

From her side. She knew you knew what it meant. What a rut is, what it means... but she also knows you don't know what it truly means. You've never experienced it before, seen it... you're still incredibly new to her world, she didn't want to scare you away. She's done that before.

She's told herself a plan. That she'd just stay with her pack in the deep forest, far far away to wait it out. As absurd and terrible as it for her body and your relationship. The fear of driving you away was stronger.

On a day you usually leave the house, heading into town to grab a couple items from the market, is the day she heads over to grab a few things. She opens the door to your bedroom, and is stopped at the sight of you naked. Your backside, sliding a shirt over. She shuts the door, her hand gripping the door. Chest expanding and exhaling faster.

She hears you inside, "Wanda...?"

You're probably confused. She's seen you naked before. When you two mated. Poor thing, is all she thinks, you probably think she's shy for walking in on you.

You pull the shirt on, walking to the door and pushing it open with a little more force than you thought. She lets go of the door as you push it open, stepping back, body tense. Your eyebrows furrow.

"Wanda...?"

She has a hand over her face, her eyes shut. Willing herself to calm, relax before she speaks because if she were to now she'd the shut the door behind the two of you, and guide you right to your bed.

"Are you... alright?"

You cross your arms, awaiting an answer, trying to read her. You sigh, "I didn't go into town today because there's this supposed-"

"God," she curses your name, wondering about your small cabin with determined pace. "I'm about to start my rut."

You freeze, the earlier story falling off your lips, "storm... tomorrow... what....?"

She should leave. She turns on her heel. You blink and your chests rising and falling at a pace as you're walked back against the doorframe. Her advancing on you, caging you before tilting her head down to capture your lips. Her eyebrows furrow, focused, a hand coming to tug your waist towards her.

Your arms wrapping around her neck, a surprised sound escaping you when her lips met yours in passion. You've made out a couple times, and this felt different. Her arms wrap around your legs, wrapping them around her waist.

You're gasping for air, loosing any sense of anything fast. You can barely breathe in before her lips are on yours again. Your hands tug at her auburn hair, gripping at the scalp. You clench around nothing, feeling hot between your legs already. And god can she smell it.

She pulls back a second, listening to your ragged breath. Foreheads resting against each other. Her eyes are shut tight, pupils blown.

"I need you to tell me if I ever go far," she husks. "Okay? Answer me."

You're only just catching your breath and she tosses this at you. You're a bit confused, "W-wanda... what...? I.."

"Just answer me. If I go to far, will you tell me?"

"Yes! Yes...? But..." she's cutting you off again, lips brushing against the mark on your neck. A choked keen escapes you, nails digging into her shoulders. Each lick across the skin, open mouth kisses drag you further and further into some lava pool of arousal. It swirls all throughout you, heating you, melting any thoughts that aren't about her.

She carries you into your room, slamming the door shut behind the two of you with her heel. Uncaring about everything in the world except for you in this moment.

Dazed by her ministrations already, you're just focused on how she's making you feel, not about how she's already moved you onto your bed. Her warm hands feel up your shirt have you squirming until she's grasping at your breasts.

You hum, appreciative as she fondles them. As your shirt rides up all the more, she leans in. Her lips brushing your skin. Kissing, sliding around, licking at your nipples to hear you gasp her name.

Your legs slide open as a hand drifts away its attention from your breast. The moment she cups your hot and already wet cunt even over your sleep shorts, you whine for her. The smell washes over her, and all sense of before is lost.

She doesn't even take the time to fully discard your clothes. She only slides it, adjusts it so she touches you directly. Your wetness gathered at her fingers is already being brought to her lips, tasting you. Her tongue licking in the space between her middle and first finger.

You watch in strange satisfaction, need. And your reaction to the sight is to slide your legs open all the more, biting your nail, eyeing her. All clothes are strewn about. More foreplay. Her hand guiding yours down her abdomen, kissing again and again... the smell of arousal filling the room, with the faintest hint of jasmine. Her matured scent.

She tugs your thighs, dragging you to the edge of the bed. Sheets falling along with you. Each leg wraps around her face, settling her right where she wants to be. Your fingers curl around the pillow behind your head, whimpering so sweetly into the air as she drags her tongue flat atop your clit. You sound amazing. Of course you do. A record she’d be more than happy to break to hear the same moans again and again and again and again.

She slides her tongue between your folds, pushing even further to press her tongue into you. Breeching your entrance. You leak around her tongue, hips squirming around. Gripping the pillow tight.

"Mm! Oh!"

Each little sound getting breathier, almost quiet. Your walls squeezing her tongue, shaking as you come down from your first high of the night. She's removing herself so fast. Spreading you however she pleases. Eyes dark taking in the sight before her. Your breasts rising and falling, pussy wide open for her. Glistening.

She slides a hand down towards you, her middle finger finding its way inside you. Stretching you one finger at a time. Truly feeling you clench around her now. She's had you before and she can't even believe it herself that such time has gone by and she's not done this.... She agrees internally that she should do this every night... morning...

Her fingers prod, angling directly to hit a spot that breaks you down more than others. Finding where you're sensitive. Each spot she targets, breaking you down more than you thought possible. You pant beneath her, dizzyingly pushing back against her fingers. rolling your hips despite your second orgasm.

Satisfaction swells inside her when you whine in need when she pulls her fingers out of you. Three were once shoving themselves in you, relentless, to watch you arch into her.

She brushes her sweaty hair back with fingers that were just inside you. With a vision blurry, you trace down her body. Her face, one you love. And her body, one you desire.

You reach for her, brushing her cheek. And without asking, she knows. She leans in, pressing her lips to yours again. Tongues meeting, mingling. And you spend a moment like that. Wrapped in each other, kissing till you feel your lips will fall off. Her hands, god how you love them, grip your thighs. She brings them to wrap around her waist, all so she can slide her painfully hard dick between your folds.

You pant quick, breaking the kiss as she rubs about at your entrance. The bed beneath you, sheets of green now look as if they've merged with the forest themselves with the darker shade due to you leaking about. She slides it about on her length before she presses the tip at your entrance. A short gasp escape you at the feeling, at the knowledge.

Each slow inch she pushes in. Teeth gritting, grinding. She's really trying to hold everything back, and she truly can't help herself by indulging a couple full length thrusts. It's hypnotizing to watch your breasts move about in this angle, to watch your expression contort in pleasure.

She bends and moves you about to however she wants. Finding different reasons why she likes different positions, manhandling you into whatever she prefers. At whatever mercy she chooses.

On your back. Her lips sliding messily all over your breasts, kissing and bitting. Even sucking right on your nipple to make you keen harder.

Your side, her hands holding you wide. Thrusting her hips right into you. You couldn't get enough yourself. Her hot breath on your ear, whispering hot nothings. Dirty talk. Biting and nipping your ear.

Your hands and knees.... your chest and knees. Hands desperately grabbing the torn sheets under you. Moaning into the bed at each individual thrust.

Moans falling all over the room.

"Wanda! Wanda... ah.. ah... ah.. oh!"

You find she loves having you on her lap. Large hands enveloping your thighs, assisting you in moving you on her length. She lets your body drop back down on her, hands guiding your hips to grind around on her length. The feeling makes her head fall back, bite her lip, curse into the air.

"God, fuck... fuck, just like that.... fuck yourself on me."

You're exhausted. Dazed. Dizzy. Mindless. Full of her, even to the point it leaks from you. She knots you, stopping a moment. Other times, she's still contained to push in deeper. Mesmerized by your hole sucking her in. And at one time, she's even thrusted it in and out of you, watching it slide and move about. Twitch as she fills you again and again.

Every conscious thought has all combined into one. To get you so full of her there's not even one single doubt of pregnancy in either of your minds. That when she's done, there's some weird change you're confirmed to be carrying her pup by tomorrow morning.

And all the while, she's still going. Behind you now, thrusting into you. A hand over your mouth, your eyes rolled back as you shudder under her yet again. Rolling your hips with her thrusts, muffled whimpers and cries.

Your pussy is red, swollen, fucked. Slick too... A mix of saliva, cum, and your wetness. It clenches whenever she pulls out, empty, contorted to her size. A choked and drained whine escapes you as she licks up the side of your neck. Biting down on the mating mark. A full body jolt at the feeling.

"Alpha," you mumble, voice sore.

She hums, almost purring. Nuzzling into you, stuffed herself in you yet again. This time from behind. Your back arched to meet where her hips are tugging back, guiding both of you back from being connected. You whine a little, so very sensitive. She says it all in your ear directly, breath hot against the side of your sweaty face. Her hand gripping at your hair, tugging your head back painfully.

"This, all of you... you all belong to me," she says, completely serious. "Your body, your mind, soul, pussy. It's all for me forever. All of you. You're mine."

She presses a kiss to your mark, feeling you nod. Tired, exhausted. Her knot slides loose again, cum falling onto the sheets that're in dire need of a wash. Full of your scents. But you know later you'll have to fight Wanda on getting the sheets washed. If she had it her way, she'd have it stay this way forever.

She looks down at you. hips collapsing onto the bed, exhaustion creeping into your body. Unable to hold the position she referenced as presenting yourself. Fully sinking into the bed, panting. Wanda lays on the spot beside you, herself pushing towards the front of the haze she's been in. She turns toward you, gently lifting your face so your eyes meet hers.

"Baby…" her voice gentle, nurturing, concerned. "Are you alright....?"

You nod, nuzzling into her hand. Your breathing is still uneven, chest rising and falling as you try to steady yourself.

“Yeah,” you murmur after a moment, voice a little breathless. “Just… tired.”

Wanda studies you carefully, her eyes moving over your face as if searching for any sign you’re pushing yourself too far. When she doesn’t find what she fears, some of the tension in her shoulders eases. Her hand slides from your cheek to the back of your neck, guiding you closer until your forehead rests against hers.

“You pushed yourself,” she says quietly, not scolding—just stating it, the concern still lingering in her tone.

You let out a small huff of a laugh, eyes slipping shut. “Maybe a little...?"

Her lips press softly to your temple, lingering there for a second longer than necessary. “Next time,” she murmurs, “you tell me when you’re getting close to your limit.”

“I wanted to keep going,” you admit softly. "I want to ke..."

“No.... but I understand,” she replies, her voice warm with affection. “But I like you better when you’re not about to pass out on me.”

That earns a faint smile from you. Wanda shifts beside you, easing you further into the pillows and pulling the blanket up over both of you. Her arm wraps around your waist, holding you close in a way that feels grounding after the intensity of moments before.

“Just breathe,” she murmurs, her fingers lazily tracing along your side. “I’ve got you.”

Your breathing gradually slows, the room settling into a quiet calm as the last of the tension fades. Wanda presses another soft kiss to your hairline, staying close, watching over you as you recover in the warmth of her arms.

note: soo..... sorry for the taglist, I just did everyone from the last fic here. Not that you all would want to read this. I just know you wanted to read the first, and here's part two IF you'd like to :)

Wanda notices instantly.

Her coat slips from her shoulders and onto the nearby chair as she crosses the room, concern replacing the easy smile she wore a moment ago. The basket lowers onto the table with a soft thud before she moves closer, her hands finding your arms, steady and careful.

Her eyes search your face.

“Are you alright, lovie?”

You hum in response, your face scrunching slightly as the lingering scent of the apples still turns your stomach. It’s subtle, but Wanda catches it immediately—the small shift in your expression, the way your shoulders tense.

Without a word, she reaches for the basket again. The apples disappear from the table, carried across the cabin and set much farther away, near the door where the breeze from the cracked window might carry their scent out.

Only then does she return to you.

Stepping back into your space, Wanda’s hands come up gently, warm palms cupping your face as she tilts your head just enough to look at you properly. Her thumb brushes lightly along your cheek while her other hand presses softly against your forehead, checking your temperature out of quiet habit.

Her brows knit together in concern as she studies you.

“You feeling okay?” she asks softly.

“Yeah… yeah. Only a little nauseous…”

The answer makes her expression fall just slightly, the concern in her eyes deepening as she studies your face a moment longer. Her thumb brushes along your cheek, slow and comforting, as if she could smooth the feeling away with touch alone.

“Aw, my love…” she murmurs, voice warm with quiet sympathy. “Please rest. I can take care of dinner and all.”

She doesn’t give you much room to argue. One gentle hand settles at your back while the other takes your wrist, guiding you carefully toward the bedroom. Wanda moves with that steady patience she always has with you—tucking you beneath the blankets, adjusting the pillow behind your head, lingering just long enough to press a soft kiss to your forehead before stepping away.

You’re half-drowsing when she leaves the room, the sounds of her moving around the cabin drifting faintly from the other side of the wall.

At the time, it feels like nothing more than a passing sickness.

Just a little nausea. A moment of dizziness. Something that should fade by morning.

But it doesn’t.

It only gets worse when you’re hunched over the toilet the next morning, the cold edge of the porcelain pressing into your forearms while your stomach twists again. The cabin is still dim with early light, quiet except for the small sounds you try, and fail, to keep down.

Behind you, the bed shifts.

Wanda sits up slowly, the sheets sliding down her body as she blinks through the sleep still clinging to her. Your name leaves her lips in a low, groggy murmur, concern threading through it almost instantly when she realizes where you are.

She’s beside you moments later.

Her hand gathers your hair back gently while the other steadies your shoulder, rubbing slow circles between them until the worst of it passes. She doesn’t rush you, doesn’t ask too many questions. When you’re finished, she helps you rinse your mouth, guiding you carefully back to bed like you might tip over if she lets go.

“Easy,” she murmurs, settling you beneath the blankets again.

Her hand stays on your back for a long while after.

You brush it off as a stomach bug. Something you must have eaten. Something that will pass. That’s what you tell her when she asks again later, brows furrowed with quiet worry. You even manage a small smile to convince her. But in the back of your mind, something else whispers.

The thought sits there, small and persistent, impossible to ignore once it appears. You push it away.

The next day, everything feels sharper. Your nerves are wound tight, irritation lingering just beneath the surface, and when Wanda asks a simple question about whether you’re feeling better, the response that leaves you is sharper than you mean for it to be.

“You’ve asked me that three times already,” you snap.

The words hang in the air the moment they leave your mouth. Wanda stills slightly, surprise flickering across her face before she smooths it away. She doesn’t snap back, doesn’t challenge you. Instead she simply nods once, taking a quiet step back like she’s giving you space you clearly need.

“Alright,” she says softly.

But her eyes linger on you for a moment longer than usual, something thoughtful, and faintly worried, settling there. She knows something is off, but seeing your response, she decides to leave it alone for now.

Later that afternoon she prepares to leave for the village again, the routine familiar now. Before stepping out the door, she pulls you close, pressing a soft kiss to your lips and then your forehead.

“Rest,” she murmurs. “I’ll be back soon.”

Then she’s gone. The cabin feels too quiet once the door closes behind her. And the thought you’ve been trying to ignore finally pushes its way to the front of your mind.

Before you can convince yourself not to, you make the trip into town. It’s longer than you remember, the path stretching out beneath your feet while your thoughts spin endlessly. By the time you reach the small store, your hands are already slightly unsteady.

You buy two. Just in case.

The walk back feels even longer, the paper bag crinkling faintly in your grip. By the time you reach the cabin again, your heart is beating far too fast for such a simple thing.

Inside, the world feels strangely quiet. You sit on the edge of the bed with the boxes in your hands, staring at them for a long moment. Your fingers tremble as you open the first one. Then the second.

By the time you’re standing in the bathroom, the world feels distant somehow, like the edges of everything have gone slightly blurred. Your hands shake as you hold the tests, your breath shallow, your heart pounding loudly in your ears while you wait. The waiting is the worst part.

The cabin is silent around you, the quiet so complete it almost feels loud. You set the tests down on the edge of the sink because your hands won’t stop shaking long enough to hold them steady, fingers gripping the counter while you try to breathe normally.

It’s only supposed to take a few minutes. It feels like an hour.

Your eyes keep drifting back to them despite yourself, heart thudding painfully in your chest every time you look away again. You pace once across the small bathroom, then back again, like moving might somehow slow your thoughts.

It doesn’t.

The idea keeps circling in your mind, growing heavier the longer you stand there. Every little moment from the past week creeps back in—the nausea, the dizziness, the strange cravings that vanished the moment the apples were actually in front of you.

Your stomach twists again. Eventually, you force yourself to look.

You pick up the first test slowly, like it might change if you move too fast. Your eyes focus on the small window, your breath catching before you even fully register what you’re seeing.

Two lines.

Your heart stutters.

For a second your brain refuses to process it, like the meaning of it is too large to settle properly. You stare at it longer than necessary, hoping maybe your eyes are playing tricks on you.

They aren’t. Your hands shake harder as you grab the second one.

Two lines again.

The world seems to tilt slightly, your vision going unfocused around the edges while you lower yourself onto the closed lid of the toilet. The tests sit in your hands like something fragile, something impossibly real.

Pregnant.

The word settles heavily in your chest. Wanda’s child.

Your gaze drifts down to your stomach without thinking, your palm resting there slowly, almost uncertainly, like you’re trying to feel something that isn’t there yet. A shaky breath leaves you as a small smile threatens to form, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. The realization settles warm and bright in your chest, pushing past the nerves for a moment.

All you can think about is telling her.

You imagine the look on Wanda’s face when she hears. The way her eyes would soften, the way her hands would find yours without hesitation. The thought alone makes your chest tighten with something close to joy.

You want to tell her immediately.

But by the time night falls and the familiar sound of the cabin door opening echoes through the house, doubt has already started creeping in around the edges.

Wanda greets you the same way she always does after returning from the village—arms wrapping around you the moment she sees you, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple before pulling back just enough to study your face.

You almost say it then. The words rise right to the back of your throat. But they never make it out.

Instead, you make small conversation while the two of you settle in for the evening, talking about the day, about the small things that feel easier to say out loud. You tell yourself you’re easing into it, finding the right moment, the right way to share something so big.

You just haven’t figured out how yet.

At some point the conversation drifts, the way it sometimes does, toward her village.

It starts harmless enough. A comment about one of the elders, something she mentions in passing. But the topic slowly shifts into something heavier—the old traditions, the expectations her pack still clings to.

You listen quietly as she speaks.

“There are still some who believe…” Wanda starts, pausing as if choosing her words carefully, “that an alpha should only mate within the pack.”

The words sit uncomfortably between you. Your fingers fidget lightly with the edge of the blanket, one she's brought back for you. Your thoughts suddenly louder than they were a moment ago.

“But the Moon Goddess chooses mates,” you say after a moment, your voice quieter than you intend. “So… why would it matter if one of them is human?”

Wanda’s gaze softens immediately when she looks at you.

“It shouldn’t,” she answers simply.

There’s certainty in her voice, but something more complicated flickers behind her eyes—something tied to the pack, to the traditions she grew up in. Your chest tightens again. You nod slowly, letting the conversation drift away to something lighter not long after.

But the words you meant to say never come.

Later that night, lying beside her with her arm draped loosely across your waist, you stare quietly at the ceiling while her breathing evens out beside you.

Your hand rests unconsciously over your stomach again. You’ll tell her.

Just not like this.

Not in the middle of a conversation that leaves your chest feeling heavy. You want it to be special. Something she’ll remember forever. A sweet surprise.

So you make a quiet decision in the dark. You’ll plan something. And then you’ll tell her.

Breakfast is quiet, the soft sounds of the cabin filling the space between you—cutlery against plates, the faint crackle of the stove still warm from cooking. It feels like any other morning.

You’re halfway through a bite when Wanda speaks.

Casual. Almost too casual.

“I want to bring you to the village.”

The words land before your brain fully catches up to them.

Your heart drops.

You pause mid-bite, the fork hovering halfway to your mouth as your eyes lift slowly to meet hers across the table. For a second you just stare, trying to figure out if you heard her correctly.

She’s watching you carefully, elbows resting lightly on the table, fingers laced together like she’s been thinking about this for a while.

The room suddenly feels much smaller.

Your chest tightens as a hundred thoughts rush in at once—the whispers you’ve overheard before, the quiet disapproval you’ve felt even from a distance, the conversation you had just nights ago about humans and alphas.

And the secret sitting quietly inside you.

You swallow slowly, lowering the fork back to your plate.

“Your… village?” you ask, your voice softer than you intend.

Wanda nods once.

“My pack,” she says, her tone steady, though her eyes search your face like she’s trying to read every flicker of your reaction. “I think it’s time they meet you.”

Your heart starts beating faster.

“I—um… I’m honored… I’d love to.”

The words come out a little uneven, but they’re honest. Even with the nerves twisting in your stomach, the idea of finally seeing that part of her life—of being brought there by her—means something.

Wanda smiles when you say it.

But it’s different from her usual ones.

It stretches across her lips, polite and warm on the surface, yet it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. There’s a tightness there, subtle but noticeable if you know her well enough.

Almost like she’s smiling through her teeth.

You pack a small bag that afternoon.

Nothing too big—just enough for a few days. A change of clothes, a few small necessities, things that feel oddly insignificant when folded into the overnight bag resting on your bed.

You’ve technically been there before. But the memory of it sits in your mind like something half-dreamed. Waking from a fever, voices around you, the lingering tension of an argument you barely remember before you’d stormed away into the woods. Everything from that time feels blurred at the edges. This will be the first time you see it clearly.

Wanda helps without hovering. She leans against the doorframe at first, watching you pack before gently stepping in when she notices you reaching for things you won’t need.

“It’s not as modern as here,” she reminds you softly, laughing softly.

She explains small things as you go. What you’ll need, what you won’t. Her voice stays calm and patient, guiding rather than correcting. It feels oddly grounding, the simple act of packing together.

Soon enough, the bag is zipped closed. The walk there begins not long after.

The path through the forest feels both familiar and distant at the same time. Leaves crunch beneath your feet while the trees stretch tall around you, the air cooler the deeper you go.

Wanda walks beside you, her hand loosely holding yours as she leads the way. Every now and then she squeezes your fingers gently, guiding you around roots or over uneven ground. The forest grows quieter the farther you travel. And then the village appears. Your steps slow almost immediately.

Your hands tighten around the strap of your bag without you realizing it. You’ve spent so many nights listening to Wanda talk about this place—about her people, the traditions, the way the pack moves and lives together. You know the stories. You’ve accepted this world as part of her.

But knowing it… and standing inside it… are two very different things.

As you follow just behind her into the clearing, the shift is immediate. Eyes turn. Conversations quiet. But as Wanda moves through them, their attention inevitably drifts to you walking just behind her.

And suddenly every step feels much heavier, and you attempt to step closer to her to feel more comfort in such an unknown area. Also as someone living in the mountains, you rarely come across people except for when you head to the very small "town" that's a decent travel from your cabin.

After a few greetings and nods exchanged with members of the pack, she keeps walking, guiding you straight toward her place. Her presence parts the small clusters of people easily, her hand resting lightly against the small of your back as she leads you along the worn path.

It doesn’t take long before she’s pushing open the door. She steps aside immediately, holding it open for you as you step inside.

For a moment you simply stand there, taking it all in.

It’s different from your cabin—simpler, older in its construction. The scent of wood and dried herbs lingers faintly in the air. Her bed sits against the far wall, layered in thick furs instead of blankets, the texture rough but warm-looking even from where you stand.

The furniture is sturdy, carved wood rather than anything polished or modern. And then your eyes catch something that makes your chest soften.

The flowers.

A few small bundles sit in simple vases along the table and windowsill—the same ones you’d gathered and given to her during one of her last visits. They’ve been carefully arranged, their colors still bright against the darker tones of the room. It's incredibly sweet that she's kept them.

Your bag slips from your shoulder and lands quietly near the door as you look around, curiosity pulling your gaze from one detail to the next.

Behind you, Wanda watches. She leans casually against the doorframe for a moment, arms loosely crossed as she observes the way you take in the space. There’s something almost proud in the way her eyes follow you, a quiet satisfaction settling in her chest.

Like she’s been waiting for this moment—waiting to see you here, in her world, looking at it with genuine interest rather than hesitation.

Her gaze softens slightly.

“You like it?” she asks, her voice low but warm.

"I love it," you respond back, keeping the same tone.

She pushes off the doorframe and walks toward you, the wooden floor creaking softly beneath her steps.

“I know this is a lot,” she says gently, her voice quieter now that the two of you are alone. Her eyes move over your face, studying you the way she always does when she’s checking that you’re truly alright.

Her hand finds your arm, thumb brushing lightly against the fabric of your sleeve.

“So please… just rest tonight. I’ll bring dinner back, and tomorrow we can start slow introductions.” She pauses, offering a small, reassuring smile. “I’ll give you a tour.”

The plan sounds perfect. You nod, feeling some of the tightness in your chest ease at the thought of having time—time to settle in, time to breathe, time to adjust to being here before facing the rest of the pack.

Being inside her space helps too. Her scent lingers everywhere, warm and grounding, wrapped into the furs on the bed and the wood of the walls. Even in an unfamiliar place, it feels strangely comforting.

She notices the way you relax slightly. Wanda smiles softly at that, stepping closer until her hand lifts to cup your cheek. She leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, lingering just long enough to make your stomach flutter before pulling away.

“I won’t be long,” she murmurs.

Then she steps back, giving you one last glance before slipping out the door, leaving you alone in her home while the sounds of the village hum quietly outside. And you completely forget about the child growing inside of you.

The light wakes you slowly the next morning.

It slips through the window in soft streaks, pale and warm against the wooden walls. There’s no blaring alarm, no sudden noise pulling you awake—just the quiet brightness of morning settling across the room.

You shift beneath the quilt and furs, the thick layers rustling softly as you turn. She’s sprawled comfortably across the bed, one arm half-tucked beneath the pillow, her hair loose and messy from sleep. The early light brushes across her face, catching the faint crease between her brows as she begins to stir.

You move just enough to face her fully. The furs drag slightly as you shift closer, the warmth of the bed making it harder to leave. For a moment you simply watch her wake, the slow way her breathing changes as the light reaches her.

She hums softly, the sound low in her chest. Her eyes stay closed as she wakes, lashes fluttering slightly while she stretches one arm lazily across the bed until it bumps lightly against you.

“Morning,” she mumbles, voice thick with sleep.

A faint smile tugs at her lips before she cracks one eye open just enough to look at you.

“You looking forward to the tour…?”

“I am…”

Your answer comes softly, but it’s honest.

The morning passes quickly after that. Once you’re both dressed and out the door, Wanda begins guiding you through the village the way she promised she would. Her hand rests lightly at your back as the two of you walk, a quiet grounding presence as you step out into the main area together.

She starts with the central buildings.

Each one holds a purpose she explains as you move along—where the pack gathers for meetings, where food is prepared and shared, where supplies are stored. Her voice stays calm and steady as she talks, occasionally pausing to point something out or answer the small questions you ask.

It’s all new. The buildings, the paths winding between them, the rhythm of the village moving around you. People passing by with baskets, quiet conversations drifting through the air, the steady life of the pack unfolding in a way you’ve only ever heard Wanda describe before.

But one thing stays the same. The smiles.

Each greeting comes with that same tight-lipped politeness as Wanda introduces you. Heads nod, voices offer brief welcomes, but the warmth never quite reaches their eyes. And you brush it off, ignoring it for now, but it does make your heart beat stutter.

The last building she leads you toward sits slightly apart from the others. It’s larger than the rest, the wood darker with age, the doorway carved with markings that look older than anything else you’ve seen in the village. Wanda slows slightly as the two of you approach, her presence beside you steady.

“The elders,” she explains quietly.

The words settle in your chest with a strange familiarity.

You don’t truly know them—not really. But you’ve heard about them so many times during quiet nights spent in bed beside Wanda. The stories she’s shared about the pack, the traditions they guard, the way their word still carries weight here.

You remember their names, their roles, the way she once described their personalities with a mixture of respect and frustration.

The door creaks softly as Wanda pushes it open. The room inside is dimmer than the bright morning outside, the light filtering through narrow windows along the walls. A long wooden table sits at the center, and several figures are already seated around it, their low conversation fading almost instantly when the two of you step inside.

The shift in attention is immediate.

Their gazes move first to Wanda, respectful, steady, acknowledging their alpha’s presence without question. But it doesn’t take long before those same eyes settle on you standing just behind her.

The room grows quiet.

You feel the weight of their attention in a way that’s impossible to ignore, your shoulders drawing slightly inward as Wanda steps further into the room. She doesn’t hesitate though, her posture calm and confident as she approaches the table.

“My mate,” she says simply.

The silence stretches, heavy and almost tangible. One elder, seated at the head of the table, inclines their head slightly toward Wanda before looking back at you. The motion is polite but deliberate, the barest hint of acknowledgment without warmth.

“This is my mate,” Wanda says simply, her voice calm.

The elder’s gaze flickers to you, sharp but measured. They do not rise, do not smile. Instead, their eyes linger, noting the way you stand, the way you breathe.

“You are human,” the elder says finally, their tone neutral, almost clinical.

“She’s human,” they repeat, incredulous this time, turning their gaze toward Wanda.

“I’m aware,” Wanda begins, calm but firm.

The elder raises a hand, interrupting. “I don’t think you’re aware—this—”

But Wanda cuts them off. “I don’t give a single shit what you have to say. Truly.”

For a moment, the room stills. The elder’s expression contorts—first into shock, then frustration, as if Wanda’s bluntness is almost physically jarring. Their voice rises slightly, disapproving and scolding. “Wanda…”

She doesn’t flinch. Her eyes lock on theirs, unwavering. “You’re only going to try and lecture me because this is new, because it challenges the way you think, because you write it off as some amorphous thing you’re afraid of. When it’s perfectly fine.”

The elder’s gaze hardens, jaw tight. “It’s not perfectly fine, Wanda. She’s human. Why do you think we stay so far out in the forest? Why we hide so carefully? Because people like her have killed us—they killed your own mother.”

Wanda’s lips tighten, a flash of anger sparking in her eyes. “Oh, yeah sure let’s label them all the same. What stands is that the Moon Goddess set us together. If it were not allowed, this wouldn’t happen. It can be a bridge between us again."

The elder leans forward slightly, voice low but sharp, each word measured. “It’ll be a repeat of history, Maximoff. You know this well yourself.”

Wanda steps closer, not aggressive, but unyielding. Her hand hovers just near yours—not to touch, not yet—but enough that the air seems to hum with quiet protection. “History isn’t a prophecy. It’s something we choose to repeat—or not. And I choose not.”

The room goes still, the other elders exchanging glances, tension crackling in the quiet. None dare interrupt her further, at least for the moment.

“Anything else…?” Wanda’s voice is steady.

No words come. Only a single, long sigh from the head elder, heavy with disapproval, carrying the clear message that this conversation is far from over.

Wanda’s fingers curl around yours, warm and grounding, and without a word she leads you toward the door.

The argument hadn’t even been yours, yet the tension still rings in your ears, prickling along your skin like static electricity. You keep your steps light behind her, hesitant but unwilling to pull away.

“Wanda… Wanda, please—what’s going on?” you murmur, voice soft, barely above the whisper of your own pulse.

She glances down at you as you step into the fresh air outside, a faint, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Her eyes soften, but her grip on your hand doesn’t loosen.

“Nothing that you need to worry about,” she says, though her tone carries both reassurance and the weight of what just happened. “Let’s just… take a walk. Clear our heads.”

You nod slowly, heart still hammering, and follow her through the clearing, each step carrying the echo of the elders’ disapproval behind you. The forest swallows the sound of your footsteps, the trees standing tall and still as silence stretches between the two of you.

Your chest tightens, and words begin spilling out before you can stop them, each one loaded with worry, doubt, and the lingering tension from inside the elders’ hall.

“No… no, whatever you’re thinking from that, don’t,” Wanda interrupts, her voice firm but quiet, carrying through the still air. She steps closer, hands brushing lightly against yours. “I haven’t tried to hide this from you. I just… I don’t want this to be a battle you have to fight. I want this to be on me. I’ll fix it.”

You glance toward her, uncertain. “But what if you can’t…?” Your gesture sweeps back toward the village, the memory of the elders’ cold, tight-lipped stares still prickling at your skin. “They seem pretty set in their ways. What would they do if they continued to disagree with you…?”

Wanda tilts her head slightly, a small, confident smile tugging at her lips as she squeezes your hand. “Nothing. They’d do nothing.”

Your eyes widen slightly, disbelief flickering across your features. “Wanda… come on… that’s—”

She cuts you off gently but firmly, resting a hand on your cheek to still the motion. Her gaze is steady, unwavering, and you feel the weight behind her words. “I’ve chosen you, the goddess designed us to be mated. If they disagree, it’s their problem, not ours. You don’t need to carry that burden, not now, not ever. Do you understand?”

You swallow, heart pounding in your chest, and slowly nod. Her certainty hums through you, grounding and fierce, and for the first time since entering her world, you feel a fraction of the safety and strength she promises.

"Besides they're like grains of sand. They'll wither away and take their ways along with them."

"Wanda..."

"Hopefully soon."

You wake to the soft light of morning, the sheets pulled back where Wanda had risen earlier. The bed feels impossibly empty, and for a long moment, you just lie there, staring at the ceiling, waiting.

Waiting for her to return.

Her absence presses down on your chest. You shift beneath the furs, wrapping your arms around yourself, trying to quell the fluttering panic. But it only grows, coiling tighter in your chest with every second she doesn’t appear. You try to tell yourself it doesn't matter, replay Wanda's words in your mind, but it does not do too much. You don't feel enough closure to knock off your overthinking.

Eventually, you push yourself up, heart hammering, and step quietly out of the bed. You dress quickly, sleep still thick in your movements, and begin walking toward the part of the village where you think she might be.

The forest path stretches before you, familiar yet threatening now. Every glance from the pack members you pass feels heavy. They avoid eye contact, moving aside politely, their polite smiles tight and measured. Your stomach twists with every step, every sideways glance. They’re judging me.

Your thoughts spin faster, unrelenting. You tell yourself Wanda said not to worry, that she’d handle it—but the words feel distant, almost meaningless compared to the looks you’re catching, the way the village seems to watch you like you’re intruding.

Then you hear it. Her voice. And another. The elder.

“…I don’t think she understands yet. This isn’t simply a matter of choice,” the elder says, calm and cutting. Wanda begins to answer, but stops mid-word, leaving the sentence unfinished.

Your chest tightens. The words—what they imply—slap against your thoughts like a wave, and all the insecurity, doubt, and fear you’ve been holding back crashes through at once. You can’t take it.

Tears prick at your eyes, blurring the edges of the village around you. You turn and sprint, heart hammering, legs carrying you back toward Wanda’s home as fast as they can. The world smears past, your vision streaked with panic and shame.

In your rush, you knock over a small crate, the crash echoing through the clearing. And then she feels it. A pull through the bond, sharp and familiar.

The door beside you opens, and she steps out, eyes wide with concern, moving fast to close the distance. It's embarrassing, but it feels worse to even stand about outside, tears pricking your eyes. Showing how they're getting to you. You don't care anymore.

You shove the door to her house open, stumbling inside, and she’s right behind you. She catches it before it swings shut, sliding it gently to let herself in, her presence immediate and grounding.

“Hey… hey,” she murmurs, voice soft, eyes scanning your face. “It’s okay—what’s going on?”

You can’t hold it in. The whirlwind inside you finally spills out.

“God…” you huff, voice shaking, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “This is so stupid…”

“What is…?” Wanda asks, stepping closer, one hand reaching for yours, the other hovering just at your shoulder, steadying without forcing.

“It’s not going to work, Wanda. They’re not going to ever approve.”

Her brow furrows, lips parting as she tries to interrupt. “That’s not wha—”

“Don’t tell me that bullshit!” you snap, voice cracking, panic leaking through every word. “I just heard them, Wanda! They want me gone!”

The words hang between you, jagged and raw. Your chest heaves as tears spill freely, and you feel small, fragile, exposed—like the entire weight of the village’s judgment has landed on you at once.

“They all stare at me,” you say, voice breaking. “With just… resentment, distaste. Each time I walk by, I’m sure—if my name is ever mentioned—they’re just full of it.”

Wanda reaches out, fingers brushing against your cheek, warm and grounding. Her thumb traces lightly along your jaw as she starts, quiet at first, “I used to feel the same. I hated your kind… they killed my mom.”

“Wanda…” you whisper, hurt and shock lacing your voice. The memory of yesterday flickers in your mind—the elders’ words, their disapproval—but it’s all a blur, hazy and half-remembered. You weren’t fully present then, too overwhelmed by Wanda’s defense, by the tension pressing down on you. God how could you forget.

She lifts a hand to stop you, shaking her head gently. “It’s fine. But my point is…” Her tone softens, carrying a mixture of truth and quiet vulnerability. “I thought the same way. I believed like they do. And then I met you… that night before the storm. You shaped the resentment I had begun to hold in my heart.”

She pauses, letting her gaze hold yours, unwavering and steady. “And I believe you can do the same with them. They’re just hurt from the past. They don’t dislike you as a person. Because if they did… they’d love you as I do.”

The words settle around you, a strange warmth amid the panic and fear. Your breaths come slower now, hiccupping between sobs, but the weight in your chest eases, just enough to feel that even if the world outside isn’t ready for you, here—right here—someone already is. You lean into her hand, closing your eyes.

“I love you,” you whisper, voice trembling, and she leans closer, curling around you as if she could shield you from the entire world.

Her hands rest lightly on your back, her breath warm against your hair. “I love you so much,” she murmurs, each word steady and full of promise.

You close your eyes, letting the warmth of her presence anchor you. So much for trying to wait for a good time… you think, heart hammering as the secret you’ve been holding slips from your lips before you can stop it.

“Wanda… I’m pregnant.”

For a heartbeat, the room is still. The sunlight dances across the furs and wooden floor, but everything else seems to fade. Your chest tightens, fear and hope tangled together, tears pricking your eyes.

She freezes for a moment, eyes wide, lips parting slightly, and then a slow, breathless smile spreads across her face. Her hands move to cup your cheeks, thumbs brushing lightly along your skin as if to convince herself this is real.

You feel her heartbeat against your own, strong and certain, and a rush of love and relief washes through you. The weight of the village, the elders, the doubt… it all fades for just a moment, leaving only the two of you and the life you’ve created together.

You laugh softly, teary, your hands coming up to cup hers as they hold your face. “Two tests… so I’m really actually pregnant,” you murmur, voice still shaky.

Her eyes light up immediately, shining with a joy that makes your chest ache. She presses her forehead against yours again, smiling wide. “Our kin… our pups,” she breathes, the word, the terms she's familiar with rolling off her tongue with reverence and warmth. “I knew it. I felt it."

She pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes sparkling. “We should visit the pack’s herbalist, make sure you’re taken care of properly.”

You frown slightly, uncertainty tugging at you. “I don’t know… I’m a little wary. After the elders…”

Wanda laughs softly, brushing a stray hair from your face. “Not everyone hates you. Do you remember when you fainted in the forest a while back?”

You nod, cheeks flushing at the memory, and she continues, voice gentle. “You were hurt, weak, and the first to help you… it was me. And the herbalist, yes, but I stayed with you, nursed you back. Not everyone in the pack sees you as an outsider, love. There are those who already care.”

You breathe in slowly, trying to let it all sink in. The love, the protection, the small but undeniable acceptance. For the first time in a long while, the weight pressing down on your chest feels lighter.

The herbalist’s hands move carefully over your body, guided and precise, pressing on certain spots with practiced skill. Her touch is firm but gentle, every motion deliberate. She leans back slightly, studying you with calm, professional eyes, and you can’t help but feel a little exposed under her gaze.

“When did you know?” she asks, voice neutral, clinical.

“About three days ago…” you murmur, shifting slightly under her hands.

She nods, glancing down at your form with a practiced eye. “You’re about four weeks along—just at the first month mark. Have you ever been pregnant before?”

“Um… no,” you admit, feeling heat creeping up your neck.

“How much did you and Wanda share in lovemaking?”

“Two times…? When we first mated… and her first… like, rut…?” Your voice trails off, self-conscious.

The herbalist nods slowly, making mental notes. “Ah. So you’re very fertile. Either that, or she’s just… a nut job. But you are definitely fertile, that's very good.”

You feel your face heating further, cheeks threatening to burn. You try to steady your expression, to brush off the awkwardness. It’s all normal, and the bluntness is part of the work, but it’s still uncomfortable, a little intrusive, and you can’t help the tiny squeeze of your hands together.

You notice her reaching for a small parchment and quill, beginning to jot down the details in neat, precise strokes. Curiosity mixes with your unease. “What… what are you doing?” you ask cautiously.

She glances up briefly, expression calm. “I keep a record. For your health, and for the elders. They need to know how you’re progressing—both for your care and for the pack’s knowledge of the pups-to-be.”

You frown, unsure. “The elders…? Why do they need to know everything?”

Her hands continue moving over your form, measured and clinical, as she answers. “It’s tradition, and it’s precaution. They are responsible for the wellbeing of the pack, including future generations. You carrying kin is not just your concern, it affects the entire community.”

You shift slightly under her touch, nerves prickling along your spine. “So… they’ll know everything? Even… intimate things?”

She nods without embarrassment. “Yes. And that’s normal. It’s not judgment, it’s care. You’re part of the pack now. This is how we protect both you and the pups.”

She notices your discomfort, eyes flicking up from the chart to meet yours. Her tone softens, careful. “But… if you truly aren’t ready, or don’t want to share this, regardless… I can say the records got smudged, ruined. No one needs to know.”

You open your mouth to respond, heart still fluttering from the embarrassment, but before you can speak, the door slides open quietly.

“You okay?” she murmurs softly, voice low but grounding, a tether against the flood of anxiety still clinging to you.

“I’m… good,” you murmur, voice small. For once, the words you’ve been holding in your chest come spilling out. “This is just all new to me… can we not showcase all of this so loudly for now?”

The herbalist nods, glancing at Wanda. “They’ve been smudged.”

You feel a small relief settle in your chest. The records are still kept, yes—for knowledge and the pack’s care—but they’re tucked away, out of sight, out of immediate concern.

Wanda’s fingers brush along your neck, over the faint mark she placed that one night, binding you as mates. The warmth of her touch presses against your skin, calming and grounding, a silent promise that you’re safe.

She glances toward the herbalist as she moves to put her tools away, brushing at her dress. “Everything alright…?” Wanda asks gently, voice steady, protective.

“Yes,” the herbalist replies, though her tone carries the same quiet professionalism. “All as it should be.”

You let yourself lean into her, letting the brush of her fingers, the warmth of her presence, and the gentle certainty in her voice anchor you as the room slowly quiets around you.

"Want to know the baby's sex?" she asks next.

Your eyes widen and you glance at Wanda's who's expression is the same.

"I think we'll wait until later into the pregnancy, but thanks Eira. You've been a great help."

The path back to your cabin stretches before you, sunlight filtering through the trees and casting dappled patterns on the ground. The weight of the morning—the elders, the herbalist, the revelations—still lingers in your chest, though Wanda’s presence beside you keeps it from overwhelming completely.

She walks close, brushing lightly against your arm, her tone gentle but curious.

“I know there’s a lot of time before the pup arrives, but I want to ask… I understand you don’t feel particularly great with the village right now. I get it. But… when they come around, would ever you consider moving to the village? Or would you rather keep the cabin?”

You glance ahead, seeing your cabin through the trees, the little sanctuary you’ve made your own. Every log, every stone, every piece of furniture holds meaning to you. The thought of leaving it—of parting from the life you’ve built there, even with her beside you—tightens your chest.

“I… I don’t think I could,” you admit quietly, eyes tracing the familiar lines of the cabin. “I might think on it someday, but… it isn’t a far walk, and it’s a good distance. I can’t leave it behind.”

She listens, head tilted slightly, eyes soft and steady. Then she leans closer, brushing a kiss across your cheek, then along your jaw, a warm, grounding reassurance.

“I understand,” she murmurs. “Always. Wherever you feel safe, wherever you’re happiest, that’s where we’ll be. That’s what always matters.”

You feel a small relief settle in your chest, grateful for her patience, for the way she respects your attachment and your choices. Even as the forest stretches around you, you know she’s there, steady, protective, and unwavering.

That night, the cabin quiet around you, you lie side by side. Wanda shifts closer, draping herself over you, one hand brushing lightly across your abdomen, fingers tracing gentle, absent patterns.

She presses closer, nuzzling her nose into the curve of your neck. The scent of her, earthy and familiar, wraps around you like a soft cloak.

“You smell so good,” she whispers, letting her breath ghost over your skin.

A shiver runs through you at the closeness, at the intimacy of her presence, and you tilt your head slightly, letting yourself melt into her warmth.

Wanda shifts closer, straddling you gently, your legs curling around her waist as your hands find her back. Her lips press against yours, soft at first, exploring, and you respond in kind, matching her rhythm.

Her lips descend on yours, hungry and demanding. Her tongue explores your mouth, tangling with yours, her hands cupping your face, tilting your head for better access. You respond eagerly, your hands gripping her hair, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss.

She grinds against you, her body pressing you into the bed, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles. You can feel the heat building between your legs, your breath coming in short gasps. She smiles against your lips, a slow, sensual curve that promises more.

Her hands roam, mapping your body with confident strokes. She squeezes your breasts, her thumbs brushing over your nipples, making them harden. You arch into her touch, a soft moan escaping your lips. She takes advantage, her mouth moving to your neck, her teeth grazing your skin, her tongue soothing the sting.

She moves lower, her mouth trailing kisses down your collarbone, her hands sliding down your sides to grip your hips. She lifts you slightly, her fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt, tugging it off. You help her, your body arching as you pull the shirt over your head.

She takes a moment to appreciate you, her eyes roaming over your body, a soft growl of approval rumbling in her chest. Then she's on you again, her mouth closing over your nipple, her teeth scraping against the sensitive peak. You cry out, your hands tangling in her hair, holding her close.

She switches to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, before moving lower still. She kisses your stomach, her tongue dipping into your navel.

You lift your hips, helping her slot herself fully between your thighs, her clothed body pressing against yours. You can feel the hard length of her against your center, and you gasp, your hands gripping her shoulders, your nails digging into her skin.

She starts to move, her hips grinding against yours in slow, deliberate circles. You meet her thrust for thrust, your body arching towards hers, your breath coming in short pants. The friction is exquisite, building a pressure inside you that's almost unbearable.

She leans down, her lips capturing yours again, her tongue tangling with yours. Her kiss is demanding, hungry, a reflection of the passion burning between you. You respond eagerly, your hands roaming her body, feeling the play of muscles beneath your fingers.

She breaks the kiss, her mouth moving to your ear. "You feel so good," she whispers, her voice ragged with desire. "I could do this all night."

Minutes stretch, warm and endless, filled only with the softness of her lips, the press of her body, the shared heat between you. Gasps, your body keening towards hers when she licks across the mark on your neck.

Finally, she pulls back just enough to rest her forehead against yours, breath warm and voice husky. “I wonder… what the sex will be,” she murmurs, eyes glinting with mischief. A switch in conversation.

You tilt your head, smirking despite your flushed cheeks. “I just hope they’re not an absolute dork like you.”

Her laugh is low, teasing, and she leans in to kiss you again, brushing her nose against yours. “And if they are,” she whispers, voice soft but confident, “you’ll love them all the more.”

You smile against her, heart swelling, and let yourself melt into her warmth.

The morning sun filters in through the crack in the curtains. You can feel as a breath tickles the back of your neck. Slowly you blink your eyes open. The arms wrapped around you tighten as you're pulled in closer. “Good morning dorogaya.” Nat’s morning voice deep with sleep whispers in your ear. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. 

“Mmm morning Natty.” You mumble your hands moving to Nat’s. Her hands caressing your pregnant belly. Since she found out that you’re pregnant with hers and Wanda’s pups she has been absolutely obsessed with your belly. None of you expected that after your first heat with the alphas that you would become pregnant. Nonetheless you’re all excited to grow the pack and your family. 

Wanda was sent on an early morning mission leaving just the two of you. So as you lay in bed, the closeness of your other alpha brings a calmness to the room. You look at the clock on the bedside table and see that it’s nearly 9am. “Shit.” You move to try and get out of Nat’s hold but her hold tightens on you. You need to get to the bakery. With the pups coming in the future you need to prepare some new staff for your impending leave. “Natty, I need to get up.” 

Nat’s hands caress your swollen stomach more as she nuzzles into your shoulder. “Oh come on detka stay in bed with me.” You feel her hands wandering more and can tell her desire is growing. She moves a hand to grope at your breasts and a breathy moan tumbles from your lips. “I know you want to stay mega.” She mumbles against your shoulder. 

“Natty, I really have to get ready.” Your words come out as a whine. Nat pinches your nipple between her fingers. You’re breathing quickens as you push back against her. You can already feel as her cock hardens. “I-I ha-have to train new me-mega’s.” You can’t help but stutter out. Her menstrations on your body make it hard to deny the alpha. 

The hand that once was on your stomach trails down slipping into the panties you are wearing. Nat’s fingers swiping at your folds. “Oh mega do you need your alpha? Hmm need my cock in your needy hole?” Nat grinds against your ass as her fingers slip between your folds. “Oh so wet for me.” You let out a whine as your resolve crumbles. 

“Please Natty, I need you.” Nat smirks against the skin of your neck. She moves her hand back up to the waistband of your panties. She pushes them down around your thighs just giving her enough access before pushing her boxers down. Her hardened cock slapping against your ass. You grind back against her causing a moan to fall from the alpha’s lips. 

Nat lifts your leg slightly as she lines herself up with your entrance. She slowly pushes in until she is fully sheathed inside of you,  both of you letting out a groan. “Fuck still so tight mega. Perfect for my cock.” You push back grinding against her eliciting a moan from the alpha. She starts to slowly thrust her cock in and out as you push back to meet her thrust. Her hands start to wander your body lifting up the large shirt you slept in. Her hands cupping your perk breast in her hands. Fingers pinching your pebbled peaks. Moans tumbling from your lips. 

As Nat thrust her hips into yours, both of your moans fill the room. You can feel as her knot begins to form slamming against your entrance with every thrust. Every thrust angled perfectly to hit that spot deep inside of you. “Mm-Mmm fuck. Fe-Feels so good.” You stutter out. Nat lazily places kisses on your shoulder and neck. One of your hands moving behind you and gripping onto Nat’s ass. 

“So beautiful carrying our pups. Most perfect omega for your alphas.” Nat pants behind you as both of your orgasms grow. Her knot desperate to slip in and fill you. Your walls clamping around her length just as desperate to be filled. “Gonna fill you up detka. Having you leaking my seed all day.” Nat mumbles her thrust sloppy. 

With a few more thrust Nat’s knot slips in a loud moan ripped from your throat. Your orgasm crashing over you as white hot spurts of cum paint your walls. Your walls are suffocating her cock and milking her dry. Your nails dig into her ass causing her to moan against the skin of your neck as your juices coat her cock. “So good for me.” Nat mumbles grinding against you to prolong both of your orgasms. “Good girl.” 

You're both panting as Nat comes to a stop. Locked together until her knot goes down. Her hands glide back down to caress your stomach. You move to lace your fingers with hers content on your current position. “Fuck that was so good.” You're still breathing heavily as you press back into her wanting to be closer. 

Nat chuckles at you. “Just a little bit ago you wanted to get out of bed.” She teases and you sigh. 

“Sadly I still have to go to Natty. I don’t have a whole lot of time before the twins come.” You counter. You don’t want to leave this bed but you know you have to. You have too much to do before the pups come. 

When Nat’s knot finally goes down you let her slip out of you as you crawl out of bed. Your panties are still around your tights. You go to take them off but Nat clicks her tongue causing you to stop. You look at her with curiosity. “Put them back on detka.” Her voice is low as she watches you hesitate.

“Natty, I need to go clean up before work.” Your words almost come out a whine as you question what the alpha could want. But of course Nat has a thought. One that you might not be so fond of. 

Nat gets up stalking closer to you, she towers over you as you look up to her. She grabs your hips and pulls you closer. You can feel her cum is leaking out of you. “Mega pull up your panties.” You don’t argue as you do what she says. “I want you to feel as my cum leaks out of you for the rest of the day. The way it’s kept right there making you all needy for me when you get home.” 

You let out a whine. “But Natty. What if others can smell it.”

Nat shushes you as she sees the desperation in your eyes. “Good.” She growls. “That lets them all know that you are mine.” You feel a shiver down your spine at her possessiveness but it’s so hot. You nod and pull them all the way up, looking up at her for approval. “Good girl.”

You go and get ready for the rest of your day. You know it is going to be long but it’s what needs to be done. You come into the kitchen where Nat has coffee in her hand and a lunch packed for you on the counter. You smile at the gesture. “Will Wands be home tonight?” You ask.

“She should be home in a couple of hours detka.” Nat rounds the counter and comes over to you, mug still in hand. She leans down kissing you cheek. “Have a good day.” Her voice gets low and sultry as a shiver runs up your spine. She smirks seeing the reaction. “You smell devine mega.” 

Your feet and body ache as you make your way in the door. Dropping your bags vowing to pick them up later. You close your eyes as you take some deep breaths. “Welcome home malyshka.” Wanda’s voice fills your ears. Your eyes snap open, spotting your other alpha walking towards you with a smirk on her face. That can’t be good, you think to yourself. Especially when you’re normally greeted with a wide smile. She makes it to you, wrapping her arms around your waist. “How are you feeling sweetheart?” One of her hands moves to caress your stomach. “How are the pups?” 

A wide smile spreads across your face. “We are all good.”

Wanda nods. “That’s good malyshka.” You lean into her embrace feeling all the tension in your body melting away. You bury your face in the crook of her neck, and she kisses the top of your head. “You smell delicious mega.” She mumbles. You pull away a shocked look on your face. “Natty told me all about your morning together. Bedroom now sweet girl. It’s my turn now.” You nod and make your way quickly to the bedroom. 

You swing the door open but the sight in front of you has you frozen in your tracks. Nat sits in a chair in the middle of the room facing the bed. Her body is naked and tied down to the chair. Ropes wrapped around her arms and legs keeping them flush against the chair. Her boxers from this morning is being used as a gag and her cock painfully hard leaking precum. Her cheeks are tear stained as her eyes meet yours. 

Wanda comes up behind you placing her hands on your hips. She slowly walks the both of you into the room and kicks the door shut. “Like what you see detka?” Wanda whispers in your ear. You nod feeling heat pull in your lower abdomen. “Natty’s poor little mind showed how desperate she was for you mega. How she made our sweet girl late for work.” She hums in your ear. Her hand traveling down and slipping into your pants and then your panties. Her fingers explore you as you gasp. “Our poor omega. Natty left you just leaking all day long. Making sure that you were all desperate for her cock again. Let's show our alpha what being desperate really is like. Hmm sweet girl, how does that sound?” She turns you around kissing you harshly. You can’t help but moan into her mouth which she gladly swallows. “You’re going to ride me.” She mumbles against your lips as you feel the cold air on your heated skin. Your nipples pebbling to harden peaks from the unexpected cold air. You can see as the red dissipates around you, knowing that Wanda used her magic. 

Wanda pulls away walking to the bed. She positions herself in the middle, arms spread out with a cocky smirk on her face. Her cock standing tall and proud, precum leaking down from her tip. She beckons you over which you hastily move to. Climbing on the best you start to position yourself facing her. She clicks her tongue. “Face Natasha detka. You’re going to put on a show.” 

You nod. “Yes Wands.” You murmur as you turn around locking eyes with Nat. You can see her hips twitch watching you. Your naked form makes her inner alpha go wild, desperate to get ahold of you.  Wanda’s hands go to your hips and helps line you up to her cock. You slowly sink down on her. Your wetness combines with Nat’s cum making it easy for Wanda to slide in. “F-Fuck.” You gasp when your ass meets her thighs. 

Though Wanda is normally able to maintain control it already starts to falter. The way your walls squeeze her tight, Nat’s desperate tear stained face looking onto the scene. How her hips slightly jerks, desperate for some relief. Wanda can’t contain herself as she starts pulling you up before pulling you back down on her cock. She thrust up to meet you. 

You start to help bounce yourself on Wanda’s cock. Breathy moans escaping your lips as she fills you perfectly. Your desperation being sated as your alpha fills you. “Look at that Natty, our omega bouncing on my cock. She’s so desperate to be filled by me.” Her fingers dig into your hips. Nat starts to hump the air looking for some kind of friction, some relief. But she doesn’t find any as her eyes are trained on you. The way your breast bounce with every thrust of Wanda’s hips. How you look so beautiful with your swollen belly, pregnant with their pups. You can see the desperation in her eyes. “Detka, look how pathetic and desperate your alpha is. Her poor cock just wanting to fill you up but instead she gets to try and fuck the air while you ride my sweet cock.”

Your head falls back on Wanda’s shoulder as she thrusts up faster into you. She kisses and sucks reddish purple marks on your skin. Her fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. “F-Fuck Wands so-so good.” You stutter out. The faster you bounce the harder Wanda thrust up into you. You’re already so close to cumming and Wanda’s knot hasn’t even formed yet. “Pl-Please.” 

“Aww poor omega are you already ready to cum. Hmm you want to show Natty how good I fuck you.” You frantically nod at Wanda’s words. “Go on malyshka cum all over my cock.” With another thrust Wanda hits perfectly inside of you sending you over the edge. You cum coating her cock as your walls squeeze her. Your mouth opens in a silent moan and your legs tremble. But Wanda doesn’t stop there, her thrust never faltering, riding you through your first orgasm and pushing you towards another. 

Wanda’s knot finally starts to form from the way your walls suffocate her cock. The only sounds leaving your lips now are whimpers and moans. She is sending you quickly to another orgasm. “Detka look at Natty.” Wanda commands you. You snap your head back up. Your eyes raking over the form of your other alpha. You don’t know how but her cock looks even harder than before. The tip red and precum leaking all the way down her shaft. She continues humping the air wishing that you were on her cock. The tears of desperation are still falling. “Poor little Natty.” Wanda mumbles. 

You gasp as a particularly hard thrust from Wanda. Nat watching how Wanda’s cock disappears into you. How her knot is growing and slamming against your entrance. Your legs tremble on either side of Wanda’s. You're both so close. 

With another hard thrust Wanda’s knot slips into place. Your walls sucking her in as a low moan escaped her lips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, take it. Take all my cum mega.” She ruts up into you and sends you over the edge. You cry out as your legs tremble and you cum harder than you think you ever have. Your walls desperately sucking Wanda in and milking her. You grind down as you ride out your high before slumping back into her. She wraps her arms around you and nuzzles your neck. “Good girl.” Wanda mumbles as you both pant hard. You close your eyes, relishing in the moment as you wait for Wanda’s knot to go down. 

What you don’t realize is that Wanda has released Nat from her confines; a silent conversation having happened as you try and recover. Nat stalks towards the bed, your eyes snapping open when you feel the bed dip. Your eyes meeting the desperate alpha. Wanda hooks her legs around yours keeping you spread open. Confusion crosses your face until Nat lays down between your legs. You let out a whine. “Sensitive.” But neither alpha listens. They know that if anything becomes too much that you have a safe word. 

Nat’s lips wrap around your clit and sucks harshley. You try to close your legs but Wanda uses her to keep them open. You then try to reach down and push Nat away and once again Wanda stops you. You whine out as Nat’s teeth scrape against your bundle of nerves. “Shhh detka let Natty have a turn she was so good. Can you do that for me?” Wanda’s tone is sweet. 

Nat swirls her tongue around causing you to buck your hips into her face. The pleasure bordering on pain. Wanda’s knot is still locking you together but that doesn’t stop the alpha. Nat moves her tongue down. Licking up your combined juices that escape. Her tongue starts to swirl around your entrance where you and Wanda are combined. The feeling makes you squirm. 

But then Nat does something you didn’t expect. She starts to push her tongue in beside Wanda’s cock. The feeling becomes overwhelming the more she pushes in. You whine as you're somehow able to release one of your hands from Wanda and grip Natasha’s hair. She lets out a moan as you tug, a burning sensation spreads throughout her scalp, but she doesn’t stop pushing her tongue in, the taste of your combined cum has her acting like a starved woman.

You tug her hair harder as you moan loudly. Wanda lets your other hand go as her hands find a place on your breast. She massages them and tweaks your nipples between her fingers. Nat’s hips move against the bed as she tries to get herself off. The friction of the bed and hearing your moans has her on the edge. Her knot growing despite not being inside of you. 

Though you're overstimulated you continue to grind into Nat’s face. The both of you are growing close to your release. Nat moans as her hips stutter against the bed. The vibrations send a shock of pleasure through you. Her nose presses perfectly against your clit. With a hard push of her tongue inside of you, your orgasm washes over you. You pull harshly at Nat's hair as your whole body trembles. An even more powerful orgasm shoots through you than before. “Ah-Ahhh.” You cry out your head falling back on Wanda’s shoulder. Your walls pulsing around Wanda’s length. The way your walls squeeze her knot has a few extra ropes of cum coating your insides, an unexpected orgasm for the alpha. Nat feeling you and Wanda cum against her lips has her cumming against the bed. Her hips grinding into the mattress with overwhelming pleasure. 

Nat still continues trying to lick you clean as you come down from your high. The pleasure now morphing into pain has you pushing her head away. This time she lets you, leaning her head against your still shaking thigh. She places kisses on the soft flesh. You’re panting harder than before, your body feeling absolutely exhausted. 

“Are you both okay?” Wanda asks behind you. One hand gently caressing your stomach the other running her fingers through Nat’s hair soothing her scalp. You let out a hmm along with Nat. “Are you sure? I didn’t take it too far?” You can hear the concern in Wanda’s voice.

You turn your head and kiss Wanda’s cheek. “I’m okay. Albeit a little sore.” You nuzzle her cheek letting her know that everything is fine. That you’re fine. 

“Never better.” Nat takes Wanda’s hand in hers and gently kisses it. “That was pretty hot.” Nat’s words has you all laughing. The room grows silent as you all calm down, waiting to finally be able to move again when Wanda’s knot goes down. Nat staying between your legs, her head on your thigh keeping you grounded to both women. 

When Wanda’s knot finally goes down she lets herself slip out of your abused hole. Both women are mesmerized as your combined cums leak out. It takes everything in them not to fill you up again but they know they need to let you rest. 

When it was brought up that your alpha’s wanted to present you as their omega to the world it only came naturally that Tony wanted to throw a party. He used any excuse to throw a party and you being shown to the world was no different. At first there would be a televised event with press being let into the party before it would be turned into a full blown party. 

You were nervous to say the least. Parties weren’t really your thing and the fact that you would be shown across the world on live tv. You rub your swollen stomach as a new nervous habit. It’s one thing to be present as an omega to the avengers but it’s another when you're with pups already. 

Arms wrap around you from behind. Hands sliding across your belly and then taking your hands in theirs. “Everything is going to be alright milaya.” Wanda’s soft voice whispers in your ear bringing a bit of comfort to your anxiety. 

“I’m a bit scared, alpha.” You whisper. 

Wanda holds you a bit tighter. “No one on this team will let anything happen to you.” You nod your head in understanding. You know she is right. Since you joined the pack you have seen how protecting the alpha’s of the pack can be over omega’s. None more than your own alpha’s.

“We’ve got you.” Nat’s voice breaks through as she wraps her arms around you and Wanda from behind. Your body relaxes more with both your alpha’s there to protect you. The mix of their scent easily calms the anxiety that was gnawing away at you. 

“Thank you.” You lean further into Wanda. 

“No need to thank us detka. You’re our mate. The mother to be, to our pups. We just want to make sure the world knows that you are ours.” Wanda kisses your shoulder. You close your eyes as you relish in their embrace. 

Your eyes snap open as a voice cuts through your relaxed haze. “Alright time to put on a show.” Tony says as he comes behind the curtain. “When you hear your cue, I want you three to come out. Got it, good.” Just as easily as he slipped through the curtain he slipped back out. The three of you staying in your position for as long as possible. Until you had to go out and face the crowd. 

The presentation went well. Nat and Wanda made sure that you were comfortable and safe the whole time. Luckily it went fast and you didn’t have to do anything other than stand there with your alpha’s as they answered any questions. 

Now the party is in full swing. You stand off in the corner for a bit as a way to get away from the chaos. Some concern for your unborn pup with so many people around. Your alpha’s having been dragged away by Tony for some introductions of some sort. So you stay out of the way opting to sit in a chair while you wait for your alpha’s to return. 

You’re nursing your water when a voice startles you a bit. “What’s this pretty little omega doing on her own.” Your eyes snap up to meet that of a taller looking man. He looks familiar to you. “Where are your alpha’s? Such a shame to leave a defenseless omega like yourself all alone.” His words make you uncomfortable. His presence seems familiar to you, until it dawns on you. He is a frequent customer to your bakery. Someone who has always given you the wrong kind of vibe. And you’re pretty sure you have seen him around at places you frequent, but maybe your mind is just playing tricks on you. 

“They’ll be back soon.” You hide some of the concern in your voice as your eyes begin to scan the room for Nat and Wanda. 

The man stalks closer. “If you were my omega I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.” He towers over you. 

“I think I should be going to find my alphas now.” You get up quickly and try to move under his arm to get away but you aren’t fast enough. He grips onto you tightly making you yelp. “Let me go.” Your voice comes out as a bit of a growl. Something unexpected to you and the alpha. An instinct to protect your unborn pup coming over you. 

What you don’t know is that Nat and Wanda heard your yelp. Their eyes going to you in the corner to see a man holding onto you. Wanda’s eyes flashing a dangerous red. She wants to toss him away from you but with his grip on you she can’t risk hurting you. Both women move through the crowd quickly to get to you. Their need to protect you taking over. 

“I’m not letting you go. You should be mine.” His grip tightens on your sure to leave a mark behind. Something in you snaps as you bite down on his arm hard. He rips his arm back letting go. He looks down to see that you drew blood before looking back to you. “You fucking bitch.” Before you can even react, his hand slaps across your face. You can feel the spreading of a stinging burning sensation on your cheek. 

You watch as magic wraps around him and tosses him into a wall and pinning him there. The wind being knocked out of him from how hard he hit the wall. A small crack forms behind him as Wanda pushes his body further in. He whimpers at the crushing feeling.

Hands cup your face gently. “Detka?” Your eyes meet that of Nat’s. Tears shining in your eyes. 

“M’sorry.” Your voice is small as tears start to spill over. 

Nat pulls you into her chest. “No need for that detka. You did so good.” You grip onto her tightly as the tears fall. 

Wanda looks back at the both of you, more anger bubbling over seeing her omega frightened like that. Her attention went back to the other alpha. The weight of her magic crushing him, making it harder for him to breathe. 

“Ple-please.” He wheezes out. 

“You didn’t give my omega that chance.” Wanda stalks closer to him, getting right up to him. “No one hurts my omega and gets away with it.” Wanda seethes. 

You pull your head back from Nat’s chest. “Wanda don’t.” Wanda turns back to you, her magic still holding him in place. “Let’s do this the right way. Please.” 

Wanda can’t say no to you. She lessens the pressure on him but keeps him against the wall. “You’re lucky my omega is so forgiving. Her alpha’s on the other hand not so much. If you dare to think to come around her again you’ll be splattered like a bug against a wall. Do I make myself clear?” She says through gritted teeth. 

The alpha wreaking of fear nods. The other avengers come to grab onto him as Wanda releases him from her hold. He lets out a large gasp of air and collapses in the hold of Bucky and Steve. “We’ll take care of him.” Steve nods to the three of you. 

Wanda moves to you and Nat as soon as the man is dragged away. Wanda immediately checks you over. “Oh detka.” Her thumb lightly brushes over your lip. You hiss in pain before sticking your tongue out and licking over it. The metallic taste of blood hitting your tongue and the feeling of it being swollen. Making you realize that your lip was split from the slap. 

“Let’s get you out of here.” Nat says as both of the alpha’s lead you out of the party. Taking you to your shared room. Quickly beginning to pamper you. 

Wanda unzips the back of your dress helping it to slide down your body until it pools on the floor around your feet. Her nose wrinkles as the scent of the other alpha on your invaders her nostrils. Nat who is in front of you picking up on the smell. Without you even noticing they share a knowing look. The desire to scent you, reclaim you as their own taking over. 

You gasp as Wanda’s lips connect with your shoulder. Nat joined in on the other side. Both begin to suck dark reddish purple marks onto your sink. Wanda’s hands gripping your hips from behind. “You are ours.” Wanda growls against your skin. 

Your head luls back a bit onto Wanda’s shoulder behind you. “Yours.” The feeling of their lips on you has your mind going fuzzy. 

They were going to reclaim you tonight. Freshen your mark. Make sure that everyone knows who you belong to. You are theirs and no one else's. They won’t let you forget that. 

Nat places her hands behind your thighs and easily picks you up. Your swollen belly between you two. Her lips connect with yours as she carries you to the bed. You can already feel her hardened cock through her dress pants. Nat swallowing a whine from you. “So beautiful, filled with our pups.” She mumbles against your lips. 

Nat lays you down on the edge of the bed. A possessive growl leaves her throat as she looks down at you. Her possessiveness takes over as she only manages to pull down her pants and boxers just far enough to let her cock spring free. She pushes your underwear to the side and slides in easily. Your walls sucking her in. “Mine.” She growls as she begins to fuck herself into you. 

“Ours.” Wanda says as she crawls on the bed next to you. Having already ridden herself of her clothes. She slowly strokes her cock as she waits for you. Always being the patient one waiting for her turn to ruin you.

“Fuck ours.” Nat corrects. Her hips speed up causing you to moan out. “Always so fucking tight. Gonna fill you up even more. Gonna mark that pretty little neck of yours again.” You squeeze around her length at the thought of them marking you again. A reminder to the euphoric feeling the bites brought you before. 

You whimper. “Please.” 

Nat growls as she bruises her ned in your neck. Her hips never stop as she also begins to scent you. The scent of the other alpha being replaced with that of your alpha. Nat’s knot begins to swell and slam against your entrance. “Gonna fill you. So good. Ours. Only ours.” Nat grunts as her desperation to claim you once again takes full control.

You're both on the edge already. Nat’s knot is desperate to slip in and you're desperate to take it. “Need it.” You moan. “Wanna cum.” You buck your hips trying to force her knot to slip in. 

With one powerful thrust you feel her knot slip inside. Nat’s teeth sinking into your healed over mark as she unloads her white hot cum inside of you. Your vision turns white as you squeeze her tight. Your orgasm washes over you. Your body burns with desire. Your orgasm is powerful as it takes over. 

“Take it. Fucking take it.” Nat mumbles against your skin. Her tongue licks over the fresh mark that she made. Somehow still releasing more cum inside of you. But you don’t mind the feeling of being full of your alpha, one of your favorites. Her hips grinding into you to prolong both of your orgasms.

When you come down from your highs Nat’s hips stop. For now you two are connected until her knot goes down. You close your eyes as you wait. Relishing in the presence of your alpha’s. In the feeling of a more intense connection than before. 

Nat slowly pulls out when her knot has gone down enough. You let out a whine at the empty feeling. The bed shifts as Wanda and Nat switch positions. “Shhh mega gonna fill you up again.” Wanda says as she situates herself between your legs. 

Wanda isn’t as slow to push into you. Your already leaky and abused cunt ready for her. Her pace is fast from the beginning. Driving her hips into you at a fast pace. Moans easily slipping from your lips as you enjoy the fullness of your other alpha. “Ours.” Wanda growls. 

Your panting as your orgasm builds quickly, still sensitive from your first one. Wanda’s building just as quickly. The light stroking she did as she waited made her ready to fill you. Feel as you cum all over her cock. 

As the pleasure fills you, your mind goes blank. The only thoughts are of your alpha’s. The only noises you can make are whimpers and moans. Words failing as you feel yourself close to cumming again. But you don’t need words for your alpha’s to know your close. They know your body better than you know it yourself. 

“You want to cum detka. Want me to mark you all over again.” Wanda growls as she leans down, her teeth grazing against your other mark. All you can do is nod at her words. Her knot is slamming against you. “Do it mega. Cum all over my cock.” 

You do as she says as you let go. The gush gives Wanda’s knot what it needs to slip inside, as she does she sinks her teeth into your skin. Reclaiming you. The pleasure coursing through you as you feel Wanda’s cum joining Nat’s inside of you. Your mouth opens in a silent scream. Pleasure overwhelming you as your grip onto Wanda for dear life. 

Wanda helps ride you through your orgasm. Both of you panting. In the same situation as before as you both wait for her knot to go down. 

“Good girl. Our omega.” Wanda kisses your bite and then around it. You close your eyes in bliss. There is nothing better than the love of your alpha’s. Your protectors and loves.