#http: wanda

"Wait wait please don't do this" The man begged the figure in front of him, "Why not?" The figure asked, putting the gun down, "Why shouldn't I fucking beat you?"

"B-because I haven't done anything wrong" The man sobs, as he wiggles in the chair he was retrained in. The person chuckles darkly, pulling out their phone then turning it around showing the man, a live feed of you in your room, naked and spread out on your bed as you fucked yourself, "Wrong! You touched what's mine!"

"What? N-no I haven't. I haven't touched anything! I swear!" The man says, "But you were going to, right?" The figure steps into the light, the man's eyes grow in fear and disgust, fear that he had messed with the infamous 'Scarlet Witch', the most scariest mob bosses out there.

"I-I wasn't! Even If I was why doesn't it matter!!" The man yelled in her face, "She's not yours!!! All you are is her step mom! What the fuck is this?! Huh?!" He screams in rage, shaking his chair as he wiggles around aggressively as Wanda watches him unamused, "What the fuck is this?!! You're a sick fuck you know that!! Wanting to fuck your husbands daughter!! Sick fu-" His words were cut off when Wanda points the gun to his head, shooting him instantly, as his blood covers half of her face and on her close.

"Clean this shit up" She tells the guys around her, putting her gun in her waistband as she walks out, walking to her car and getting in. "Drive" Is all she said to the driver. Feeling the car move, she pulls out your boyfriend's phone seeing a message that was sent right now from you, unlocking the phone, Wanda scoffs at the lack of password. She opens the messages and holds in a moan seeing a nude photo of you, showing your beautiful breast, teasing a little, you covered your mound with your hand.

The phone beeps and Wanda sees a video was sent now, playing it, her mouth waters, it was a video of your playing with your wet pussy, thrusting your fingers in yourself, moaning loudly, "Daddy, hurry up. I want my pussy to be filled already. Want you cock stretching me and filling me up" You whimper, pulling out your wet fingers, and rub your clit, "Need you badly, daddy. Hurry" You say last before the video ends.

Wanda clenches her jaw, jealousy filled her body, "Faster" She tells the driver as she uses the phone, sending you a message pretending to be him, 'Be there in 5. Unlock the door and wait by it on your knees'

She rolls down the window, breaking the phone then throwing it out before shutting the window close. Once home, she quickly gets off walking up to the door, a grin grew in her face as she turns the knob finding it unlocked. The redhead walks in and spots you naked, kneeling on the floor. You look up and gasp in fear, about to stand up when Wanda shakes her finger ‘no’, kicking the door shut, “No need to get up, baby”

“I- Wanda, w-what happened? Is that blood on your face?” You asked her, eyes full of fear as she walks cover to your, “Yes. It is. I had to get rid of a problem, it’s taken care of now and it won’t ever be a problem again” She tells you, a grin still plastered on her face.

Forgetting you were still naked on, you move to cover yourself with your hands, Your step mom shakes her head at you, “No need to cover yourself, detka”

“I-i need to, you’re my step mom, Wanda” You tell her, looking down embarrassed as you used your hands to cover up as much as you can which wasn’t a lot, too scared to get up, “But you look so pretty like this. Don’t cover yourself” She says, crouching down in front of you causing you to jump, “Awe, I’m sorry for scaring you, baby. I just wanted a close look at that beautiful pussy you have between your legs” She grins as you gasp trying to cover it.

The redhead sighs and pulls out her gun causing you to gasp again, this time in fear, “You see baby, daddy has had such a stressful day and she’s not really in the mood to play these games with you” She presses the gun under your chin, “So when I tell you to not cover yourself up, you do as told”

Shaking, you move your hands off your body, planing them on your thighs, tears starting to roll down your cheeks, “Aw no, baby. Don’t cry” Wanda coos, “Daddy just wants you to listen. I won’t hurt you, at least not in the way you think” She moves the gun down your throat and to your chest causing you to shiver, she smirks noticing, “See baby, you like it. My dirty girl. Do you like daddy running her gun down your body?”

When you don’t answer, the mob boss puts the gun back under your chin, “Answer me. Now. I’m not gonna ask again”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you nod in tears, “Yes, I like it”

“Yes, what?” Wanda runs the gun down your body again, making her to your core, “Yes Oh-daddy” You gasp feeling her rub the tip of the gun on your clit, biting your lip, you grind against it a little causing the redhead to break out in a smirk.

“You gonna fuck yourself on my gun, baby? You wanna cum all over it?” She asked watching your hips move, you nod whimper as you continue to rub yourself on it, she pulls the gun away, “Too bad. Daddy wants to fuck you with her cock first” She places the gun on the side table before standing up, “Get up”

Quickly, you get up and wait for more instructions, “Stand in front of the door, hands on it, stick out your ass a little” She commands as she unbuckles her pants, watching as you did as told, pulling out her strap, she walks over to you. Wanda looks down and moans at the sight, “You are soaked, baby” She places her hand on your entrance, feeling your slick cover her fingers as they began to tear your hole, you push yourself against her hand.

“And to think I was going to have you suck my cock to get it nice and wet” She chuckles pulling her hand away causing you to whine, “Bu-behave.” She harshly lays her hand on your ass, painting it red, “As I was saying, but you don’t need it” She uses her wet hand and rubs your wetness all over it. She aims the tip of the strap towards your entrance and slowly pushes it in, a gasp breaking from your lips.

Once filled up, you pant as your stomach have you a weird feeling, “D-daddy, this is wrong” You tell her as she slowly begins to fuck you, Wanda chuckles, “You’re talking again? I swear I thought you went dumb when I filled you up” She grabs your waist, watching the strap come in and out of you, “It’s not wrong, princess. Don’t act like you don’t want this”

Her thrust becoming faster as she pushes you up against the door, hands coming up and cupping your boobs, “You want this as much as I do” She pants in your ear, “Don’t think for one minute, I never saw the looks you gave me or when you accidentally called your boyfriend daddy but looked at me when you said it” She pound hard into you, “Speaking of boyfriends. Guess who’s blood is on me” She mocks, a moan escapes your mouth.

“You dirty fucking slut, look at you getting turned on about daddy killing your boyfriend” The redhead pants, moving off of your back, grabbing your hands and putting them behind your back, holding your wrists as your face presses against the door.

“You love daddy killing for you. Killing someone who dares touch what’s mine” She continues pounding into you, slapping your ass a few times, leaving it bright red, “Love it, daddy. Love it so much, turns me on” You mumble against the door, loving the way she fucked you, tears still rolling down your cheeks

“Of course, you do. You’re a fucking whore” Wanda laughing mockingly at you, slapping your ass again, “But you’re my whore”

“Yours” You hiss as she lays her hand on your ass, “Fuck. Daddy I’m close, I’m so close. Please let me cum, daddy” You babble to her, as you felt yourself build up to your climax, “Only because it’s Valentine’s day and this cock was supposed to be a surprise for you but that’s okay” Wanda moans feeling the strap hit her clit, “This is so much better than what I had planned”

You whimper, you eyes shutting close as you imagine what she was going to do, was she going to climb into your bed as you slept and fuck in your sleep? Was she gonna wake you up and make her suck her cock? Was she going to wake you up by eating you out, all the questions rounded you up, causing you to cum hard all over her cock as you moaned loudly.

“Such a good girl, baby” Wanda coos, fucking your through your climax. She plants kisses on your shoulder as she lets go of your wrist, holding you by your hips. Once calm, she slowly pulls out of you, a whine escapes your throat before it was quickly replace with a yelp as she turns your around, grabbing your from behind your thighs and pull you up, carrying you to the touch.

Throwing you on the couch, you yelp again as Wanda puts her knee down under your leg throwing it around her hip as she kept her foot planted on the floor for support, grabbing your other leg and throwing that one around her other hip then without a warning, she slams into you, pounding you into the couch. Arching your back, you open your mouth in a silent gasp, your eyes locking with a picture on the wall. It was a picture of your dad, Wanda and you after their wedding. Guilt start to flood into you, thinking about how you're betraying your father by letting his wife fuck you.

A hand grabs your jaw, pulling your head down, you lock eyes with dark green ones, behind the lust, you saw love and that was when you let it all go. You let go of her being your dad's wife, you let go of her being your step mom, you let go of those titles and saw her for the woman you first noticed that day in the coffee shop. All you saw was her and felt she guilt rush out of you.

You wrap around around around her shoulders, squeezing her waist with your legs, you leaned up and licked some of the blood off of her cheek, grinning when you head Wanda let out a small moan. "Fuck you're so sexy, baby" She moves her hand off of your jaw and down to your neck, grabbing it as she pounds into you harder, giving a little squeeze to your neck.

“You’re fucking me so good, daddy” You whimper in her ear, placing your hands on her shoulder and digging your nails in it as she moves a little causing her to go deeper in you. Your brain feels fuzzing, a sense of knowing began to fade as your eyes roll back into your head, stars popping out out as you arch your back, cumming hard on her cock, a serotonin rush flowing through you, more tears pouring out of your eyes.

Wanda fucks you through it, noticing the way you felt so calm and relax, so much in a daze that made her feel so good for behind able to her you to reach your subspace. You whimper, nuzzling your face in her neck as you grind against her feeling her stop, “Again, daddy. Want more, please. Want your cock”

“Hold on, baby. Daddy wants to go somewhere more comfortable” She coos, wrapping her arm under your ass as she lifts you up with her, still deep inside of you. You mewl grinding yourself on the strap, loving the way one of her buttons on her shirt, flicked against your clit. Wanda holds your close as she walks upstairs and up to your room, once in your room, she reaches down and pulls out of you, a whine comes out of your mouth. The mob boss shushes you, laying you in the bed, “All fours now” She demands watching as you did as told, quickly taking off her clothes before coming behind you.

Without a warning, she slams into you grabbing your hips causing you to squeak than moan as she starts thrusting into you, “Yes!! Fuck me hard daddy!!” You arch you backed gripping onto the bed covers, Wanda grabs a hold of your hair, pulling you up to her chest, using her other hand to wrap it around your neck, “So fucking beautiful, baby. Getting fucked out by your daddy, I bet your brain is mushed now” She mocks you as you nod your head fast.

“You love daddy, don’t you?” She asked, squeezing your neck as she plants kisses on your wet cheeks, smirking as she sees you have a ghostly smile, “Love daddy, love daddy’s cock” You mumble, laying your head back onto her shoulder, grinding yourself against, already feeling close.

“Yeah? You love daddy’s cock, slutty girl” Wanda coos, slamming into you deep and fast, “I love the way it stretches your slutty hole out, love the way it feels you up so much, that i can see the bugle on your stomach from how deep i’m in you” She plants a few kisses on you, loving the taste of your tears in her mouth, “Daddy, gonna-” You sentence never finished as a moaned came out of your mouth instead as you came hard on her cock for the third time. She continues pounding into you, chasing after her own climax which soon approaches, “Fuck” She gasp in your ear.

The redhead stays still, letting you both calm down from your highs before pulling out and climbing into bed, sitting up. Weakly, you crawl over to her, straddling her lap, reaching between the both of you to hold up the strap and sinking onto it. Laying your head on her shoulder, you mewl as you bounce yourself on her fake cock, “Feels so good” You mumble hazily.

“Keep going, baby. Keep bouncing on daddy’s cock, your doing so well” She helps you, holding your hips as she moves with you, “Daddy, more” You whine. The mob boss plants her feet on the bed, holding you up by your ass and pounds into you hard. “Yes!! Yes, fuck me. Feels so good daddy, filling me so good. Fuck your whore so good” You sobbed into her, Eyes rolling back, you dissolve into pleasure, shaking and whimpering.

Wanda carefully takes you off the strap, laying you down before getting between your spread legs. She spreads your lips, gathering up saliva then spitting right on your pussy, spreading it out with her fingers before pressing her mouth on you. Her tongue going deep inside of you, licking out as much cum as she can, using her thumb, she rubs your hard bud. You whimper as you felt your climax begin to build up again, Wanda hums into you, tongue fucking you as she rubs your clit hard, a huge gush fills up her mouth as you came again, your body slump as you pass out.

She continues cleaning you up before taking her tongue out of you, pressing a few kisses on your thighs. She gets out of bed, taking the strap off throwing it on the floor before going to grab a towel and coming right back. Carefully, she cleans you up, wiping you everywhere before putting you under the covers, taking off the wet blanket, she grabs a fresh one throwing it over you and climbing into the bed with you. Still sleeping, you mumble something and snuggle into her side, laying your head on her chest, Wanda smiles kissing your head as she rubs your back, “I love you, detka” She whispers to you before going into her own dreamland.

The next day you woke up to yourself snuggled up into Wanda's side, the blanket thrown over your naked bodies. Looking up at Wanda, you saw that she still had the now dried blood on her face, her knuckles were also still covered in blood as well as bruises. Carefully crawling out of bed, you winced at the pain between you legs as you walked into your bathroom, you noticed she took off the wet blanket and cleaned you up. Wetting a small towel, you climb back into bed, resting on your knees as you softly and carefully began to clean up the blood on Wanda's face.

Wanda stirs feelings something in her, opening her eyes, seeing you hovering over her, she gives you a sleepy smile, "Hi, baby. What are you doing?" Her voice husked, a little bit of her Sokavian accent coming out making you wet instantly.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you answered, continuing to wipe her face, "I-i'm cleaning the blood off of you, you must of forgot about it"

"I did" Wanda takes her arm out from under the covers, placing. her hand on your thigh, "Thank you, baby, you are such a sweet girl for taking care of daddy"

Blushing, you moved your hand away from her face, looking down at your lap, "You don't regret last night?" You asked, Wanda frowns sitting up, placing two fingers under your chin, she lifts up your head, "No, I don't regret it at all. I wouldn't have done something like that if I didn't want you. Everything I said last night was 100 percent true. I've had my eyes on you for a while and as messed up as it might sound, I only married your father for you. To get close to you and I hoped that you would want me the way I want you" She confesses to you.

"I do. I do want you that way" You tell her, looking at her with doe eyes, "I've always wanted you, I just thought you wouldn't want me so I tried to move on" You confessed yourself, Wanda moves her hand from your chin to your cheek, cupping it, "Well you know that I want you now and we can be together" She says,

Looking nervously at her, you play with your fingers, "What about my dad?" You asked, Wanda strokes your cheek, to calm you, "I'll take care of it"

"No. You don't understand. What if he hurts you or something" You says, tears begin to form in your eyes, Wanda frowns at the sight, "Detka, he won't hurt me, trust me" She confirmed, noticing your lack of response, she speaks, "Love, does he hurt you?"

You swallow as your lip begins to wobble, you nod your head as your croak out a "Yes"

Wanda takes a deep breath, trying to control her anger towards her husband, "Don't worry, baby. Daddy will take of it.." She leaned forward pressing her lips on yours, "and daddy will take care of you"

"Promise?"

"I promise" She presses her lips against you once more, the kiss lasting longer than the first, you felt Wanda move up on her knees, not breaking the kiss once, she pushes you down causing the kiss to then break. You fix yourself, spreading your legs for her to move into. She lays between them, kissing your inner thighs, "Right now, daddy is going to take care of you down here"

Biting your lip and turning your head to the side, you noticed her pocket knife at the edge of the bed, grabbing it, you stopped her from going any further, "Daddy wait"

The redhead stops immediately, looking up at you, "What's wrong?" She asked, getting up a little. You open the knife and had it to her, "Make me yours"

Grabbing the knife, she looks at it, then your thigh and back to you, "You want me to.."

You nod, bitting your bottom lip softly, Wanda smirks at you, "I knew there was something in you" She says before turning her attention to your inner thigh. Holding the knife to it, she begins to carve out her initials. You squeeze your eyes shut, grabbing ahold of the sheet as you tried your hardest to not scream.

Once she was done, she kitten licks the some of the blood that dripped down, causing your pussy to throb at the sight. The mob boss grins down at her initials then looks up at you, "Now you're officially mine, baby"

"All yours, daddy" You giggle leaning up on your elbows, looking at the craving, she goes back down, licking more of the blood before making her way to your wet pussy, licking from the bottoms up to your clit, taking the hard bud in her mouth.

Letting out a moan, you reach down tangling your fingers in her hair as she eats you out. An evil grin appears on your face. You finally had her and she had you.

The coffee shop wasn't the first time you had seen her, no. You remember it like it was yesterday, when you were walking to your car in the middle of the night, you heard shouting in the alley and you deciding to be brave, had walked towards the notice then you saw her. The mob boss herself. You knew her name, her nickname of course, hell everyone did but no one knew what she looked like and now you did. She was dressed in black trousers and a white button up, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows and her red hair up in a messy bun as she threw blows at the guy in front of her being help by two other guys.

You watched as she continued beating him until she grabbed her gun and shot him in the head, blood splatting all over her. Fear wasn't what you felt when you saw that, you were turned on and made your heart skip a beat. It made you wet seeing such a beautiful woman kill someone. It made you want to see her kill someone else. If that wasn't love at first sight then you don't know what is. Something about her being dangerous and mysterious made you ache, everywhere.

And you knew from that moment you had to have her and you would. You went out of your way to find her again, searching anywhere and everywhere, you were about to give up until you saw her again, at a little flower shop that you found out was actually hers. It was funny to you, how a the mysterious scary mob boss could secretly own a flower shop, acting so innocent and kind as if she wasn't killing people at night. That only excited you more.

Since that day you started following her, you followed her to the grocery store, the library, and the park, you knew her whole routine but you made sure to be unnoticed, that was until that day in the coffee shop, her favorite coffee shop. You saw her sitting at a table, alone and decided to purposely bumped into a table to catch her attention and you did. The fire in the your belly when you saw her eyes scan your body, the adrenaline in your veins knowing you had gotten her attention but you couldn't approach her, you had a plan and that plan was your dad.

Your dad did anything to keep you happy, he bought you anything you want to fill in the void of him not being around so you used that as your advantage. Telling him to go pick you up some flowers from her shop, making him pick up coffee for you, or telling him to take your books to the library. Your dad had a thing for redhead, which blew your mind considering your moms hair was y/c/h, but you figured it must've been his high school sweetheart or something. So you used him as bait to get your girl knowing she'd catch his attention.

And she did. They went on date after date as much as it pained you, next thing you knew they were engaged then married, you made sure to play the daughter who's pissed at her dad for marrying again but you weren't pissed at that and you tried to send clues to Wanda that you weren't. You would glaze her hand when she would hand you something, grind into her front when squeezing by her, wearing the tiniest shorts and shirts in front of her, walking out in a small towel after your shower, touching yourself with the bedroom door wide open for her to see pretending as if you didn't know she was home.

Little by little you knew you got her attention, she would making sure to glaze her hand on yours, grinding back into you, making sure you knew that she noticed your clothing, accidentally getting her ring caught on your towel causing it to fall. You noticed her shadow in the hallway watching you touch yourself, you even noticed the red blinking in your vent and made sure to always give her the right angles of you.

But you had to set her off, really grab her attention and that was Erik, your fuck buddy, though to your father and Wanda, he was your boyfriend and to you, he was nothing. You just wanted to make her jealous, she knew you hadn't fucked him yet, she heard him begging you to let him fuck you and you would tell him you weren't ready yet. But tonight you were 'ready', in reality, you weren't, at least not for him. You called him to come over, knowing Wanda would be listening, knowing she'd do anything to make sure no one touches what's hers, knowing she would kill him before he could even try to touch you and she did, canceling her plans with your dad to get rid of her problem,

While you pretend to wait for him to show up, calling him and texting him then sending him videos of you touching yourself, knowing she would be looking at it, not him. You waited for her to come home, acted innocent, confused and scared when she showed up with blood on herself, accusing you of whoring yourself out to her and to him while you 'try' to push her off of you, telling her that what she was doing was wrong then later giving into her, giving all of yourself to her. Your plan coming together perfectly.

Now she was yours and you were hers, you can't wait to spend the rest of your life with her, loving her, taking care of her, pleasing her, whoring yourself off to her, making sure she knew you were hers and hers alone. You were ready to leave this damn house and ready to leave your father. See the thing with your dad was that he had never laid a hand on you, he was too pathetic to hit you, his wife, your mom, left him for his best friend, leaving you here, abandoning you, while he drank himself away, forgetting that he had a daughter to parent. Sure he wasn't abusive, that wouldn't mean he never yelled at you, he did but he never touched you. He was pathetic alcoholic who just needed to get out of your life, even the world permanently, you knew Wanda would do or kill anything for you and you couldn't wait to see who she'll kill next.

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a/n: talk about plot twist, am i right? 😈 … not romanticizing killers… unless they are wanda or natasha… anyways happy valentine’s day you filthy animals

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"fu-"

A hand covers your mouth as a voice whispers in your ear, "Shh, you gotta be quiet" Wanda lightly bites on your earlobe, "Don't want anyone to walk in right?" She asks you, grinning when she feels your walls tighten around her fingers.

"Oh? You want someone to walk in, huh?" The redhead purred, moving her fingers in and out of you, "Such a fucking slut, wanting to get caught with my fingers up your wet pus-" Her words cut off when the door was knocked on. Wanda moves her head back, giving you a look to stay quiet, stilling her fingers.

"Um Mrs. Y/l/n, we're ready to start when you are" The person spoke behind the door. Wanda rolls her eyes, muttering 'fuck' under her breath, "I'll be right out!" She shouts back, hearing a small 'okay', she pulls out her fingers from you rolling her eyes again when she sees the look on your face.

"Shut it, diva" Wanda warns you playfully but sternly, "If it weren't for you going commando, I wouldn't have dragged you in here" She says as she pulls your dress down, straightening it out.

Watching her, you giggle at her words giving her a sly smirk, "Mm, you would've drag me in here regardless" You wrap your arms around her neck pressing her body against yours.

Rolling her eyes yet again, Wanda wraps her arms around you waist, placing her hands on the swell of your ass, "Didn't I tell you to shut it" She smacks your ass playfully before letting you go, taking your arms off her neck, "Come on, we gotta go" She grabs you hand, pulling you with her as she walks towards the door. Opening it, she walks out letting go of your hand. You frown but knew that it wouldn't be appropriate right now.

"I'm sorry for your loss, girls" You turn towards the voice and see you neighbor, Mrs. Smith, a sweet old lady. Giving her a small smile, you began walking up the aisle, you take your seat in the front row, eyes locking with the closed casket. You mind drifted back to the day your father died...

(A few weeks earlier)

"Wanda?" You called for the redhead as you walked into the dinning room, you heard a grunt in the living room, quickly walking over to the noise. You spot your father, black eye, bleeding, and covered in bruises, sitting in a chair tied up with tape covering his mouth. Wanda stood behind him, dressed in one of her many suits grinning like a child on Christmas day.

"Welcome home, diva." Wanda walks around the chair to you, going behind you and wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling your back to her front, "Like the present daddy got for you."

"Yeah.." You spoke, eyes still locked with your fathers, you could see the anger in them causing you to shrink a little, "I thought you were going to do this somewhere else."

Wanda kisses your temple before explaining to you, "I was but that's too much moving and touching the body. Got to really make it look like a robbery." She watches as your face drops a little, feeling sad herself; she asks, "What's wrong, div? I thought you wanted this."

You swallow before answering her, "I do. I-i just wasn't expecting to watch, you know. He's still my dad." Wanda lets you go, turning you around to face her, "But you wanted this."

You rolled you eyes at her and snapped with a hostile look, "I know that but that doesn't mean I wanted to see it!"

"Hey, don't get feisty with me, diva." She raises an eyebrow at you, giving you a stern look, "I thought you would like it, get some revenge."

Smiling, you cup her cheek, stroking it with your thumb, "You're the sweetest." You leaned up and peck her lips. You felt bad for snapping at her when she just wanted to do something nice for you, she can be the sweetest person ever when she wants to.

Wanda smirks hearing your father wiggle around, yelling as best as he can behind the tape, "Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you." She moves back behind you, pulling you in her arms, "I’m fucking your daughter and I only married you for her. Don't worry, I'll take good care of her." She leans her head down and kisses your neck, a shiver ran down your spin.

"She'll protect me with her life, father." You smirk at him, eyes full of mischief, watching as he glares at you, huffing.

"I will. I'm good at protecting what's mine." The mob boss assures him, letting go of you and taking a step back, "Go ahead, divs."

Unassured if you had heard her correctly, you turn towards her, "What?"

"Throw a punch. Hurt him like how he hurt you." Giving you a cheeky smile, she crosses her arms across her chest, "Go on." She says when she notices your hesitation.

Turning around, you stared in his eyes, anger floods in you, that anger you pushed down, the anger caused by him. Clenching your fist, you take a step forward and swing your arm, your first connecting with his cheek, "Fuck you!" You screamed at him, all your anger coming out, you punch him again, "I hate you for being a shitty father! I hate you for not loving me! Not believing in me!" You continue punching him, adding a few flaps, tears pouring down you face. "I hate you for leaving me alone with him!! You left me alone.." You sobbed, feeling Wanda come up behind you and hold you to her.

"I got you, baby." She coos, pressing a kiss on your head as she grabs your hands, wrapping them around the gun, pressing your finger on the trigger, "Pull the trigger."

You sniff keeping your eyes on your father as he slowly lifts up his head, eyes locking with yours. "Goodbye, father." You whispered as you pulled it, ears ringing from the the shots that were fired, his blood spraying on you. You watched as his head hung low, blood spilling out from his head.

"Come on, let's go upstairs and clean you up." Wanda takes the gun from you, unloading the gun and throwing it on the floor, before taking you in her arms, "Shh, I got you, my baby." The redhead picks you up, bridal style, kissing your forehead as you laid your head on her shoulder, a vacant look across your face.

Walking out of the living room, Wanda sees on of her guys coming out the hallway, "Clean up." She ordered, walking away and up the stairs, whispering sweet nothings to you. She knew your first kill was going to be hard on you, especially it being your father and she’ll do anything in her power to make you feel better. Anything.

(End of flashback)

"Y/n?" You blink rapidly as you felt Wanda nudge you. Looking up at the podium, you realize Father John had been calling you. You didn't even realize the ceremony had started. Looking away, you stood up, throwing Wanda a small smile before walking up to the stage. Drawing a shaky breath, you swallow the lump in your throat, as you eyes ran over everyone who sat in front of you.

"Um, thank you all for coming." You cleared your throat, shuffling a little, "I uh I don't really know what to say." You stop, clearing your throat before speaking again, "My father was a good man. He uh he loved his family... I remember when I was a kid, he would take me out every Sunday night to New York City. He knew how much I loved the lights. I always loved Sunday's, they were the best days, sadly he got busier so our Sunday nights started to happen less and less but he always made it up to me. I loved him, so much and it hurts knowing someone took him away from me, from his wife." Looking down, you felt a tear roll down your cheek, "I'll miss him so much.. I'm sorry." You voiced croaked, more tears poring down you face, you quickly move away from the podium and back to Wanda, who had tears rolling down her cheeks.

"My condolences to you both." Father John gives you both a small nod, "Would you like to say anything, Mrs. Y/l/n?"

"I don't know if I'm strong enough." Wanda croaks, wiping her nose with a tissue as she pulls you in her arms.

"That is perfectly fine, Mrs. Y/l/n." Father John flashes a small smile before heading back to the podium, "On behalf of the Y/l/n family, thank you all for coming. Y/f/n will be deeply missed, may his soul rest in paradise." He closes the ceremony, saying a quick prayer to himself then leaving as everyone gathers around you and Wanda, giving their condolences and how great your father is before leaving. It took about 45 boring minutes, the amount of times you had wanted to roll your eyes at every single person. All you wanted was to go home and have Wanda fuck you into a daze but this would have to do.

"Let's go home." Wanda declared as the last few people leave, grabbing her hand she stuck out to you, you both began walk out and into the car. Once seated, you leaned into her open arms,  snuggling into her side.

"You, my diva, are a good actress." Wanda kisses the hop of your head, you smiled at the nickname. The start of that nickname, "diva", had started all because Wanda had gotten a call saying she was need but you had planned the whole day out with her causing you to throw a bratty fit, explaining to her how you a feeling hours apart are scheduled for the hours for a reason and to not break them because that would throw the who day off. But it had thrown Wanda off, as she had never seen you do that, she had shook her head at you smiling brightly at how cute you looked though to fit still surprised her. She pulled you into her arms and called you her little diva, safe to say it stuck.

Grinning up at her, you thanked her before pecking her lips. "When is Mr. Lewis meeting us?" The mob boss asked against your lips, kissing them again before you answered.

"Friday." You gives her one last kiss before laying your head on her shoulder, "Okay." She rubs your arms and peck your head.

"Hey." Wanda calls for you, lifting up your head, you turn your head to her, She smiles bright at you, eyes full of love, "I love you."

"I love you too" You giggle, pecking her lips before pulling back with a teasing smirk, "Daddy."

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Friday couldn't have came quicker for you, though it was only two day after the funeral, you had grown tired of Wanda asking every minute if Friday was here yet. Now her was the mob boss herself pacing around the living room,

"What the fuck is taking him so long." She huffs, lifting up her arm , pulling her sleeve up to read her watch, "It's already 3:30"

"Why have somewhere to be?" You asked as you look down at your yoga pants, pretending to pick lent off of them.

"Maybe I do." Wanda says, shrugging her shoulders, you look up, rolling your eyes, "You don't. Your little bitch told me you don't." You spat, causing Wanda to stop in front of you, placing her hands on her lips.

"Then why ask?" You shrug giving her a mocking smile, The redhead rolls her eyes, grumbling, "I swear if he is not here in fifteen minutes, I'm going to blow his brai-"

She quickly shuts up as the door opens and a man walks in, you quickly stand up, greeting him, "Mr. Lewis, welcome."

He shakes your hand, giving you a sad smile, "Ms. Y/l/n, I'm sorry we have to meet again under these circumstances." He let's go of your hand and shakes Wanda's, "My condolences to you both." He looks between you both, "Shall we get started?"

"Yes, please." The Scarlet Witch sighs causing you to elbow her. "I would actually like to talk to you separately." The elderly man voiced, causing Wanda to frown, "Why?"

"Mr. Y/l/n demand his will be read to his wife and daughter separately. His words, not mine." He explains to her, before she can protest, he waves a paper at her, "He gave me a strict orders."

"He's de-" You cut her off by elbowing her side again causing her to sigh, "Fine."

He looks you, giving you a grin, "I'll speak with you, Ms. Y/l/n first."

You nod, squeezing Wanda's hand before walking with him to the dinning room, one of the guards closing the door behind the two.

Once closed, Wanda takes a seat on the couch, leaning back and letting out a big sigh, her thoughts wandering to you. The redhead had been meaning to talk to you for a while but there hasn't been the perfect time to talk. She knew about you whole little plan, knowing who she was. She has to admit, you got her good, Wanda truly believed you didn’t know she’s the Scarlet Witch but you did, you knew the entire time. It made her a little skeptical about it, wondering if there were others that knew her or if you were the only one who figured it out.

A knock breaks her out of her thoughts, the door opens and one of her men comes from behind it, "Ms. Maximoff, there's someone here claiming to be Mr. Y/l/n's fiancée."

Blinking, she waved her hand, "Send her in."

He nods and opening the door more, a tiny brunette walks in, Wanda stands up, crossing her arms on her chest. "So you're the one that claims to be my husband's fiancée."

"And you're the bitch who killed him." She spits back, glaring at the redhead, who glares back stepping forward to the smaller woman, "First of all, don't call me a bitch." She continues, "Second, I didn't kill him. I loved that man while my whole heart and it hurts to know he betrayed me for a lowlife whore that just wants his money."

Rolling her eyes, the brunette scoffs, "Please, cut the bullshit. You didn't love him, cause if you did, he wouldn't have crawled to me." She smirks at Wanda, continuing, "Don't try to act like 'wife of the year', I know you fucking killed him. He has good security around this house, he lives in the best neighborhood with zero crime. Out of all the years he has lived here, he gets 'robbed' and killed the year he gets married to you."

"Listen here, bitch. I don't know who you think you are but you're in my house." Growling, Wanda takes another step forward, the woman in front of her looks up at her, "This isn't even your house!"

"You're right, it's mine." You announced, walking into the living room,hands behind your back, glaring at the person yelling at your love, "Who the hell are you?"

Holding up her left hand, she flashes her engagement ring, "Your almost step mommy." You scoff, walking forward, crossing your arms, "You sure you aren't just another one of his whores." You smirk at her, "He's proposed to almost every one of this whores. What makes you so different?"

The older woman smirks back at you, mischief in her eyes, "Wouldn't you like to know."

You squint, licking your teeth before asking, "Why are you here?"

"Mr. Lewis told me to meet him here, says my handsome left something for me."

"He did." The older man announces herself walking to the trio, as he looks down at the paper, grabbing a set of keys form his pocket, "He left his Miami beach house, his Lamborghini Sian and" He holds the keys out to her, "the penthouse."

"That's it?" Snatching it from him, she squeezes the keys, you scoff at her attitude, rolling your eyes, "You sure you didn't want his money."

"Whatever. I'll be back. I know you killed him." Clenching her jaw, the older woman rolls her eyes back, pointing a finger at Wanda, "I'll find proof one way or another." She promises before leaving.

“What a crazy bitch.” Wanda mutters before turning around to leave with Mr. Lewis to the dinning room. You stay staring at the door, your thoughts wandering back to that day. Taking a seat, you anxiously waited for Wanda to be done. You really wanted to know who the woman was, your dad had never said anything about her. You truly thought he was at work and loves Wanda so much but now you know there was probably no love to begin with.

You say there for thirty minutes wanting for Wanda to be done, thoughts racing. Sitting up, you hear the door open and walks in is Wanda and Mr. Lewis. You watch as the both shook each other’s hands, "Ms.Maximoff."

"Thank you, Mr. Lewis."

Using his other hand, he pats her palm, giving her a comforting smiling, "Anytime, dear. Call me if anything."

"Of course." She nods, walking him out, you throw a quick smile at him as he exist. Sitting back down, you lift your hand towards your face, checking your cuticles, you look up at her when you felt her staring, “What?"

"I know."

You felt your heart quicken, "Know what?"

Walks over standing in front of you, "I know you knew about me, that I'm the Scarlet Witch. That I’m part of the Maximoff family." She says, all you do is shrug, "Okay."

"Okay?" Wanda questions, a hostile look on her face. You shrug again, standing up causing her to take a step back, "Yeah, okay. That's not really what I'm worried about right now, Wanda. I wanna know who that bitch is"

"And I wanna talk about how you found out."

Sighing, you explains to her, “Wanda, that's not important right now. What's important is that some whore thinks that we killed my dad."

"Because we did." The redhead deadpanned, rolling your eyes at her, you hissed, “ But she doesn't know that.. at least not yet! We need to make sure she doesn't find out."

"She won't." She brushes it off, scoffing causing you to glare at her, "How do you know that? For all we know she could have access to these cameras or knows a guy who knows a guy to hack into them or something. This is why we should talk about it."

"No, we shouldn't. We should talk about what I said."

"Wanda, we don't even know what she's capable of." You pointed out, crossing your arms tightly, "And she doesn't know what I'm capable of. Now forget about the tramp and start talking." The older woman scoffs cockily.

Shaking your head in disbelief that she can brush off the fact that someone is claiming to be your father’s fiancée and that Wanda is a murderer, "What is there to talk about? I knew who you were and I played you. End of story."

Wanda scoffs, giving you a smirk, "Oh, honey. You didn't play me." Leaning forward, your noses almost touching, "You can't hide shit from me."

"Really? So, you knew the entire time? Since you and dad started dating?" Raising an eyebrow, you grin watching as Wanda's eye twitched, indicating that she was lying. One of her little ticks you found out about her, "That's what I thought."

"Don't get smart with me, sweetheart."

"And don't start acting like my step mother, Sweetheart." You chuckle at her, "No need to be upset that I can hide stuff from you, baby" You crinkle your nose and giggle, "Or how I outsmarted you."

Wanda rolls her eyes at you, "Anything else you're hiding?"

"No."

"There better not be. Cause you'll be sorry if there is." She declared, eyes narrowed as she towers over you.

Beaming at her, you say, "That's if you can figure out what I'm hiding." You shrug as she gives you a pointed look, "I mean, I'm not hiding anything from you but if I was. How would you even find out?" You asked her, waving your hand.

"The same way I found out you knew who I was."

You laugh causing Wanda to look at you with confusion, "You only found out because I let you." Giving her a sympathy smile, you lightly pat her cheek.

"I mean it, Y/n." Wanda sneers, grabbing your wrist, gripping it tightly, she pushes your hand down, her eyes full of anger, "If I find out you're hiding shit from me, you're gonna wish you told me now."

"Don't." You shove her hand off you, a dark look painted your face, "Ever. Touch me like that again or you'll be sorry." You clench your jaw, eyes darkening as you challenger her, "I'm not one of your little bitches you can toss around. Respect me and I'll respect you, okay?" You let out a deep breath, giving her a warm smile as you eyes light up again, "Now, I'm gonna go for a walk because this energy is not it. I should be back in a few hours or so. Love you." You lean up and kiss her cheek before turning around.

"Love you, too." Wanda says watches as you grab you keys and walk away. She stares at the spot you were once in, she had never seen you act that way and it sent a chill down her spin seeing that look in your eyes, it was like all your emotions disappeared. Wanda hears the door open and slam close, taking a seat on the couch and staring out the window.

She couldn't blame you for being defensive about hiding stuff, though you knowing exactly who she is, was a bit concerning since she is always careful about her identity but maybe she wasn't careful enough. But that fact that you wanted her, knowing how much of a monster she is, made her heart melt. Wanda knew you had nothing to hide from her, well nothing else. She just wanted to test you, maybe even scare you a little, which didn't work and that made her proud, she couldn't wait to introduce you to her team.

Pulling out her phone, she clicks a few buttons before dialing the memorized number, "Hey." She greets the person, "Set up a meeting on Tuesday. I want everyone there, no questions asked." She says before hanging up. She sighs, slumping her body on the couch, thinking about what you mentioned earlier, your father's little side hoe, probably just some bimbo thinking she would get all his money when he dies. Boy, was she wrong. That girl is the least of Wanda's worries.

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You kick a rock as you sat on the bench, a cigarette hanging between your fingers. You could believe the way Wanda was acting, pretending as if that fiancée bitch doesn’t exist. With or without Wanda, you were going to find out who that woman is and makes she she doesn’t get any evidence. No offense to your sweet Wanda, you love her and her guys are pretty cool but they fucking suck, some of those newbies don’t know how to properly get rid of evidence so who knows if they didn’t accidentally leave something that can point towards you or Wanda.

Breaking out of your thoughts, someone strolled to the bench and sat next to you, you turned towards the figure, scanning the blonde woman, maybe around your age, possibly a little older. Feeling your stare, the woman throws you a small smile.

You mirror her before looking away, inhaling the smoke, feeling the burn in your lungs, you exhale, "Sorry, I don't usually smoke.. cigarettes at least." You glance at her, apologizing as you try your best to swipe the smoke away.

She turns towards you, waving your off, "It's alright, I don't mind at all."

“Well still. Sorry.” You apologize once more before staring back at the sky. The blonde watches you, noticing you seemed to be bothered with something, maybe, "Long day?"

"Yeah." Licking your lips, you throw the cigarette bud on the floor, smashing it with your shoe.

"Wanna talk about it?"

You laughed, peering at her, you were a bit shocked to hear her asked that, you just expected small talk from her "And why would I want to talk about it to you, a stranger."

"I'm Yelena Belova." The blonde holds out her hand for you to take which you did, "Now i'm not a stranger." She grins at you, shaking your hand.

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It was a quiet night, you and Wanda laid in bed enjoying the silence, the moonlight shining over the both of you. The warmth of the heater floating over you both, warming you both. You roll over on your side, look at Wanda, who noticed your moving, “Did you know that I thought love was fake?”

Turning on her side as well, Wanda looks at you, “You did?”

“Yeah” You nod against your pillow, “Why would you think that?” She asked you, curious to know how someone like you who gives love to all can think that love is fake.

“Just the way life was looking during that time” You started and roll over on your back to look at the ceiling, “A few people, two actually, I dated ended things with me other than one which I ended because of their toxicity” You tell her, eyes staring straight into the white painted ceiling, “I never thought of anything before, I mean of course I was hurt but I never gave up on love”

Placing your hand on your stomach, you okay with the hem on your shirt, “After that I kept to myself, focusing on myself, just living life and then I start dating again, I talk to people.. I get to know them and next thing you know, they ghost me and find someone else or are more interested in the other person they were talking to while also talking to me”

“I still didn’t think anything of it but the more time it happened, I began to think that I was unlovable or that love wasn’t real anymore or think that I was only put on this Earth to give love or play match maker. Everyone I get to know always finds someone and I’m left being alone” You confess to her, Wanda’s heart aching hearing your words, “I get that it’s the whole part of dating, well getting to know someone, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. Seeing them find their person while you’re still searching”

“It gets tiring and you begin to feel hopeless. I never thought that I would feel like that. I never thought that I would think love is fake especially growing up seeing my parents and seeing everyone else around me be so in love” You continued, “I remember reading something about how if you are desperate for something, it won’t show up. Which I had found weird because I would just moan about wanting a partner every time I saw a couple anywhere but at the end of the day I would forget about it and continue on”

“I don’t think I was desperate for it, maybe I acted like I was but I wasn’t. I knew that when the time was right, my future partner would show up… I’m human though, I still have my doubts and they ate me alive” Glancing towards the window, the full moon shining brightly in the sky, you chuckle dryly, “I also remember someone saying that you can’t love someone without loving yourself first which I think is bullshit. Making people think that, will make people think that they don’t deserve love unless they love their selves, makes them feel unlovable, and it feeds into this idea that you are broken and need to be fixed. Self love is nice and everyone should learn to love themselves but not because they feel that someone isn’t going to love them since they don’t love themselves, that’s just not it”

“So I knew that wasn’t the issue” You chuckle again, Wanda chuckling with you, “I was really starting to think that love was fake in my world and I wouldn’t find someone… that i would just end up alone” You look away from the window and turn back into your side.

“And now?” Wanda gives you a teasing grin, you chuckle and roll your eyes, moving you arm to Wanda’s, you trace the palm of her hand with your middle finger, “I found you. You made me believe that love is real. You showed me how it feels to be and feel loved” You tell her, eyes shine bright with love, “I love you, bubs. Thank you for showing me that and for just loving me”

“You don’t have to thank me for loving you” She tells you, grabbing your hand, bringing it to her mouth and kiss it, “you never have to thank me for that. You deserve love, you deserve to be loved, to feel love. You deserve everything and I will continue to show you how much you deserve everyday, I will show you that you deserve more than what I and anyone else can give you. You deserve more than the world, you deserve the whole fucking universe and everything after that”

“Thank you for giving me the opportunity to show you what you deserve, thank you for letting me love you and trusting me with your heart” She kisses your hand again before pulling you into her arms, you melt into her, wrapping your arms tightly around her as you squeeze your eyes shut to control your tears, “I still want to thank you” Your voice croaks, you feel her press a kiss on your head,