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Your girlfriend being the head of her company had its perks, she spoiled you, rotten, anything you even paid more than 5 seconds of attention to she'd buy it for you. Going abroad to sight see, spending time in beautiful villas and beaches. Driving you around in expensive cars with that clean smell. Dates in exclusive restaurants drinking wine you couldn't afford even if you worked for months. It was a lush lifestyle you never imagined until you bumped into the curious woman at your local cafe a few years ago.

However, her job also had its cons, specifically her need to travel from time to time. The job was demanding, having to go to different sites was one of them. It wasn't often but when it was it was for a few weeks at a time leaving you lonely in your shared bed, missing her comfort dearly.

The time difference wasn't much, leaving you a few hours ahead, and she called routinely in her evenings after countless meetings. Usually you'd talk about her day, useless staff not handling her instructions, or your day and how your part time job was going. Tonight however, you were missing one of her features in particular, her ability to make you feel good. You were craving her touch.

"it was an absolute nightmare, I kept telling him he needed to format the spreadsheets before printing them because of the pdf conversion but he just wasn't getting it."

Wanda's voice was smooth through the phone speaker, her subtle accent normally mesmerized you, but there was a slight hoarseness from how tired she was. The usually raspy tone she'd take with you when telling you to spread your legs or lay still.

Your thighs were mindlessly rubbing together, as you found yourself fidgeting to suppress the ache between your legs as your girlfriend spoke. You cleared your throat before attempting to respond.

"haven't you already explained that to him the last time you saw him?"

You listened to the slight groan from the other side, more lewd thoughts filtering into your mind and the idea of how she was usually under you when making that sort of noise.

"I did yeah,"

She took a sharp breath before continuing, you wanted to pay attention, but the throbbing was unbearable and the thought of Wanda next to you stroking your thighs wasn't leaving your head anytime soon.

You shuffled around, humming along to what Wanda was saying, focusing on removing your pyjama bottoms and panties.

"and he tried to argue that he hadn't had this issue before, but he absolutely did because I have told him so many times the graph gets cut off on the right hand side,"

Your focus was faulty, your hand gliding over your right breast slowly, pinching ever so gently over your nipple, all you could process was the cracking of her accent and the wetness spreading across the skin of your thighs.

You rolled your nipple a few times before placing your phone on speaker, onto your nightstand, tracing slow lines down your abdomen before your mound. You needed Wanda so badly, shutting your eyes imagining her hands on your skin.

You pick up specific words coming from Wanda's rant, "dumb" "choke" "so well" "for me" "go on", those few words usually used in a context of punishment or pleasure with you.

Your head was fuzzy, imagining Wanda's fingers gliding up your soaking folds, warm and sensitive from the neediness of the situation. You hummed in response to Wanda's sentences whenever she paused for more than two seconds.

"Are you okay?"

The question snapped you out of your trance for a moment, your fingers freezing, and you began composing yourself to answer,

"Yeah Wands," you were more breathless than you realised, "yeah just keep talking."

"okay darling, well," she paused to remember where she was, your fingers rising to rub tight circles on your clit, "after all of that she finally agreed that,"

Warm, you felt so warm, your chest rising quickly, your fingers moving faster, you weren't even aware of how heavy your breathing had gotten over the phone.

"Are you listening detka?"

Wanda's voice wasn't irritated, but rather low and curious, you began nodding before answering, gulping as you hummed in response not trusting your own words.

There was a few moments of silence before Wanda spoke again,

"let me hear how wet you are."

Your eyes rolled and you let out an audible whine at her words. Usually you'd be humiliated with how she knew what you were doing, embarrassed that you couldn't control yourself around her, but with how close you already were and how badly you needed her, you slid your fingers slowly into your pulsing hole before finding a rougher rhythm.

Wanda could hear your fingers pumping in and out of your cunt, the wet sounds echoing through the phone. She reached for her own pyjamas, pulling them down before placing her phone on speaker matching you.

“Do you miss me that much sweetheart? Need my touch that badly?”

You whined down the line, your fingers moving faster inside yourself, you were nodding quickly, even though Wanda couldn't see, she knew you were, she knew you were answering like the good girl you were. You could feel yourself throbbing around your digits, feeling slightly unsatisfied knowing it wasn't Wanda's slender fingers filling you up.

“Tell me, what would you want if I was there detka?”

You hummed softly, pulling your fingers from your pussy and onto your clit, making faster circles than before, needing a release.

“I.. I would want you to be rough, make sure I knew you still needed to touch my body, feel my pussy around your fingers.”

Wanda's hand found her own clit, groping her breast firmly as she breathed out, imaging you squirming beneath her, crying for anything,

“What about my strap hm? Would you want me to fill that pretty cunt of yours?”

Her voice was broken and your eyes rolled at the idea, suddenly feeling empty with just your hand to pleasure yourself. You cried out as you pushed two fingers back into yourself, curling them the same way Wanda would.

“Please, please I need your cock.”

Your voice was dripping with impatience and neediness, Wanda knew you were close, and the moans that were falling from your lips were pushing her faster to her own climax. She could imagine the way your pussy would throb around her strap, sucking her in deeper as you twitched in pleasure from such strong orgasms.

“I miss you so much.”

Wanda let out an unholy whine at your words, squeezing her eyes as she focused on the sounds of your fingers squelching in your heat. She felt the familiar coil in her abdomen, needing to let go of her pent up stress.

“You have no idea how badly I want to taste what's making all that noise.”

You bit your lip at your girlfriend's voice, breathless and whiney. Her voice was always so commanding and stable, right now it was anything but, shaking and cracking as she moaned through her words. Even the idea of how needy Wanda was to feel and taste you was enough to push you to the orgasm you were ready to beg for,

“Can I cum? Please can I cum? Please please?”

Wanda thought it was adorable how messy you were when begging, repeating words, struggling to finish a sentence, it was utterly adorable. She waited a few seconds, successfully catching up to you before answering,

“Come for me detka be a good girl for me.”

As soon as you heard Wanda's high pitch moan leave her lips, hearing the slight ruffle of the fabric on her end from how hard she was convulsing, your body finally snapped. A white hot rush spread across your body, your limbs locking as they shook erratically, your legs squeezing your hand and arm. Your back arched off the bed and you let out a cracked moan, falling limp immediately as your legs fell back open.

Your breaths synchronised, and you ran your fingers through your hair as you caught your breath, eyes remaining shut as you came down. Just as you were ready to apologise to Wanda for not listening to her rant, her quiet voice climbed through the speaker,

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This morning you were down in the lab, singing along to your music as loud as you could, working on a project Tony had given you. You knew exactly what it was, thrusters for the suit he wanted to make you. Of course he hadn't gotten Natashas permission, but he didn't need it, instead flying under the radar to do it.

Going over the different types of metals and welding the suit took was intriguing, obviously you'd helped tony make components for his suits before, but never any plating or initial designs.

He'd easily be able to describe it as a prototype for a drone if he had to. You couldn't admit you weren't slightly excited.

“How's it going?”

Tony had to raise his voice over the music but his tone was still warming. You continued listening to your music for a while not bothering to pay him a second glance, but after the song finished you turned back to him,

“I'm just finishing up the discharge chamber.” You dragged your words out as you fixed each piece of the component together.

Tony nodded whilst humming, turning back to his own work.

You spent a little time discussing how each plate would suit your body type, and what colour scheme you'd like to have. You hadn't been working on the designs for very long, a few days at most, but you made light work and soon it'd be developed enough for you to try out the legs thrusters.

Bruce came down a few hours after you started, holding two cups of coffee, he said there wasn't any for Tony as his blood was already turning into caffeine.

“What's your plan for the week kid?” you looked up to Bruce's voice, after a moment of processing you took a breath,

“Still ignoring Natasha I see?” His tone was playful but deep down you knew he was scared of Natashas discipline it was almost adorable.

You bopped your head along to your music, still happy to be lost in the world of instrumental jazz.

“Probably just.”

Tony whistled cutting you off,

“Kid doesn't wanna talk about it, I think she's just gonna miss us whilst we're gone.”

You smiled briefly at Tony before turning your attention back to your work.

The truth was the team was going on a week long mission, Wanda was going too, they had all hands on deck. You however were going to visit your family home. It was getting closer to the end of summer and your father had said your mother wanted to see you. Of course that wasn't true, she wanted you there to be arm candy, to represent herself at a posh meeting or dinner. You couldn't say no, correction you could say no, you just never found the courage too.

You and your father never argued or fought but you weren't close, he was simply a stranger you lived with growing up. As your mother, well. You tend not to talk about her.

Every fiber of your being didn't want to go, but you knew there would be backlash if you didn't.

“Can someone pass me my welding torch please.”

Tony stood not taking his eyes off of his work as he brought his hand backwards.

“Thank you.”

You took the tool gently adjusting your welding helmet on your head before putting the guard down, getting lost in your music again as you worked.

“Come on, you never tell us.”

After what felt like a few seconds of silence Tony spoke up, “So what are you cooking for dinner chef.” You smiled to yourself letting out a breathy laugh. Bruce then followed up,

You laughed again, tapping your nose lightly. Both of the men in front and besides you huffed before carrying on conversation between them. You turned from your desk, slapping your thighs with your hands before announcing,

“Alright since you mentioned food, lunch run. What's everyone having?”

Tony thought for a moment before answering with a hint of playfulness to his voice,

“Surprise us, you normally do anyway.”

You nodded, smiling before making your way out of the lab, connecting your headphones back to your music. Your music was quite slow but that didn't stop you from pretending you were holding a microphone. When the elevator doors opened Wanda was standing on the other side. You stood for a moment admiring her, her eyebrows raising slightly,

“I was looking for you.”

Before you had a chance to ask why, she was pulling you by the shirt down the corridor.

“Wand-”

“Shut up.”

You did as you were told, letting Wanda drag you into her room. Your feet were moving faster than your brain, you were trying to work out what Wanda was rushing you into her room for. Was she okay? Did something happen? Wasn't she supposed to be getting ready to leave?

“Wanda what is going on?” she didn't answer you, simply bringing her fingers to your waistband, dragging your joggers down quickly alongside your panties.

Wanda was forcefully turning you around, pinning your wrists behind you to rest above your ass.

You let out a small gasp still trying to process what was happening.

“Wanda?”

Wanda pressed her hips onto your backside, pressing you to bend over the bed. Her hand came around the back of your neck, pushing your head down into the mattress.

“I need you to be a good girl, and take what I give you, I'm not going to be able to touch you for a week, I need to before I go.”

Your brain melted at her words, you nodded into the fabric under your cheek, arousal leaking from your pussy all of a sudden.

Wanda licked the tips of her fingers before swiping a slow line up your slit and you bit your lip hard trying not to moan out already.

Your brain was finally caught up with your body when you felt Wanda press her fingers hard against your clit. Your legs trembled slightly at the unexpected stimulation, your hips automatically grinding against her hips as she leaned over you. “What a good slut.”

A shiver ran down your spine at the comment, your hips bucking slightly. Wanda placed a few sloppy kisses behind your ear before leaning backwards, spreading your legs and pressing your back further pushing you into the bed. “Such a pretty pussy.” You loved when Wanda was more vocal, this was simply proving your point.

You whined out, needing more stimulation from her, and she understood as she pressed two fingers into your hot walls, your fingers tight and slimy around her digits. She audibly groaned at the way you clenched, thrusting harder into you. Your lip fell from your teeth and you let out a low moan, pushing your hips back onto Wanda's hand. Wanda's hand came up and down hard onto your ass, leaving a red mark immediately. You were surprised at your own reaction, an audible moan left your lips, and you heard your cunt squelch as arousal formed around Wanda's fingers. “Keep these hips still for me.” It didn't take long before you were trembling into the mattress legs shaking uncontrollably.

After a few moments of silence you felt one of Wanda's hands back on your spine.

“Wanda..” Before you could tell her you were closed she pulled her fingers from you. She ran her hand over your ass softly before announcing. “Wait here, and don't lift your head from the bed.” You nodded firmly, dropping your face into the mattress. You heard Wanda open a drawer, causing your thoughts to wander as to what she might be doing.

You let out a small gasp as you felt a hard silicon tip press against your core.

“Wanda..”

She stayed silent, pressing the toy into you slowly, letting you adjust to the new toy.

“Look at that.. god you you take my cock so we'll detka.”

“Such a good toy letting me use you whenever I want.”

You whined out at her words trying to keep your hips still. Wanda slowly slid the toy out, the new sensation of being full making your headspace beyond blurry. “More.. please.” She smiled behind you, thrusting the toy harder, “What a good girl asking so politely.” You nodded into the mattress, your mouth resting on your arm now as you tried to quieten yourself.

Your eyes rolled as your pussy stretched around Wanda's strap. The idea of Wanda being able to use you whenever she saw fit made your stomach flip.

“No.”

Her thrusts were fast and unrelenting. You were already embarrassingly close, Wanda then leaned forward, her cock pressing impossibly deep, and brought her hand back to your clit again rubbing generous circles. “If you want to cum ask.” You nodded furiously, clenching your jaw as you tried not to move your hips. It was only a few seconds until you spoke. “Can I cum please?”

That one word hit you like a truck, you were so close to the edge you didn't want to cum without Wanda's permission but if she didn't slow down you would. Your hips moved away from her strap out of reflex and Wanda brought a hand down to your ass again, before ramming her strap into you harder than before.

“Wanda please.”

Your beg was nothing short of a pornographic moan, your thighs trembling as you tried your hardest to stave off your orgasm. Wanda gave no response and you felt tears filling your eyes, you were so, so close.

“Make yourself cum on my cock darling.”

“Please. Please. Please.” You repeated the word countlessly, and Wanda simply stayed silent, leaning back to admire her cock sliding in and out of you. Without her fingers stimulating your clit you knew you wouldn't cum, a sense of relief filling you. Your moans became louder as the feeling in your gut intensified.

“God you're so pathetic, can't even please yourself properly.”

Her thrusts came to a hult and you whimpered, moving your hips back lazily as you tried to stimulate yourself. After minutes of failing miserably, Wanda finally gripped your hips thrusting back into you, her hand once again stimulating your clit.

Your head felt dizzy, like you were about to pass out from pleasure. The tightening feeling in your core built, and your whole body lit up with white hot pleasure.

“Mommy please!”

Your eyes widened, and Wanda's hips and hand stilled. If you could, you would take a gun to your head, and pull the trigger. You stayed still on the mattress, wanting the duvet to swallow you whole.

Wanda's fingers digged into your hips,“Say that again.”

“Again.”

You twitched your head slightly, before opening your mouth hesitantly. “Please, mommy.” After a split second of silence Wanda thrusted into you hard, “Fuck.” Her voice was low and gritty, her strap hitting deeper inside you,

Your words were punctuated by Wanda's thighs slapping against your skin.

Pleasure wrapped itself around you again, your moans throaty. “Mommy please feels so good fuck.”

“Cu~m for me.”

Wanda's command was broken as she reached her own orgasm, the combination of the strap rubbing against her perfectly and your words sent her straight over the edge.

Your whole body vibrated as you collapsed onto the bed, your legs giving out.

You both stayed in silence for a moment. Your breaths being the only noise filling the room.

You caught your breath as you stood slowly making your way to the bathroom.

“I'll clean it properly later.”

When you came out Wanda was standing by the drawers wiping down the strap,

Her voice was so calm, almost as if what happened didn't just happen.

“When did you get a strap?”

You were genuinely curious, a small smile tugging at your lips.

Wanda shrugged, “I just kept thinking about holding your hips and I knew I had to.. it was a bit spur of the moment, was that okay?”

You heaved as you ran your hand through your hair.

“More than okay.”

Wanda smiled gently before wrapping her arms around your waist, kissing your forehead softly.

“Sorry for taking you away from whatever it was you were doing.”

You let out a breathy laugh,

“No, by all means please do it again. I was only grabbing food anyway.”

Wanda spun you around walking you towards the door.

“Well back to work then you.” She smacked your ass playfully before walking in the opposite direction to you.

“Make mommy proud.”

It wasn't long before all of your clothes and essentials were packed, zipping your suitcase up tightly and putting it to the side of your room for later. You were in no rush to leave. You hadn't told Wanda anything about your parents dynamic, and you had no intentions of it either.

Your face flushed red as Wanda's voice dropped, you ignored the bubbling in your gut as you turned into the kitchen.

You made your way to the exit of the compound, preparing to say goodbye to the team. The exchanges were the same as usual, tight hugs from Steve and Bucky, motherly looks from Natasha.

"Don't blow the place up whilst we're gone, I want everything as it should be." Tony joked as he pointed at you playfully. You let out a chuff laugh before turning to Wanda giving her a warm smile and nod. Vision stood close to you, dropping his voice.

“Don't worry, we'll keep her safe.”

You nodded sincerely at him grateful for his reassurance you'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous for Wanda's first mission back. You took a deep breath stepping back from the jet. Your gut sank as you watched the plane take flight, moving further and further away from the compound.

You stood for a moment, before walking back into the compound dragging your feet behind you.

“Friday, play my lowdown mix.”

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You walked through the heavy door to your home, dropping your bag to the floor lazily. You were tired and honestly couldn't wait to throw yourself into the shower and bed.

“Malysh?”

Your head snapped up towards the open kitchen, the sweet sound of your girlfriend's voice helping you to relax instantly.

“Yeah Wands?”

You called back, your voice filled with exhaustion.

You watched as Wanda peeked her head around the corner of the kitchen, finding you at the door taking your shoes off.

She could see the long day on your face, and immediately walked over with open arms.

“Oh dorogaya, bad day at work?”

You softened in Wanda's embrace, smiling to yourself before answering.

“It could have been worse, but I'm happy to be home, and with you.”

Wanda smiled into your neck, before turning away from you slightly.

“Well lucky you because I'm cooking your favourite for dinner, it'll be ready in about twenty minutes if you want to shower and come down later?”

You nodded strongly before placing your shoes away and making your way upstairs.

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You were ranting about your day, trying to get out the stress that it had put on you. Wanda however seemed distracted, fidgeting in her chair, almost watching you expectantly. The food was amazing, and she had poured you a small glass of your favourite alcohol to take the edge off. You were surprised as Wanda usually discourages drinking for stress related reasons, but today was very willing.

“And I told them if they were going to transfer stocks into the warehouse, they would have to print out multiple copies of the paperwork, did they listen.. no?”

“Thank you Wands, this is delicious.”

She nodded, her smile widening as she picked up another mouthful of her meal.

“How was your day?”

You exchanged pleasantries as you continued eating, and when you were both done, you decided to help Wanda clear up.

“Did you want to watch a movie tonight?”

Wanda spoke softly. For some reason you felt, not dizzy, but fuzzy? A hot feeling running through you, and a consistent throb was loud between your legs.

“Darling?”

Your head snapped up.

“Yeah, sorry, that sounds good.”

You went back to wiping down the kitchen island. You'd dreamt of Wanda bending you over this counter, pounding you senseless with her strap, making you beg for-

Why were you thinking like this?

Your thighs brushed together as you stood back up and you nearly whimpered from the sudden friction.

Your shirt felt too tight all of a sudden, and your skin was on fire. You sat down on the chair of the island as you scraped off the last stubborn marks. The way your arm moved made your body shake, your hips grinding softly into the chair, and you let out a whine. Your eyes flicked up to Wanda hoping she hadn't heard the pathetic noise, to your surprise she was still cleaning the counter opposite you. You admired the way Wanda was leant over the marble surface, her left hand gripping the side whilst her right arm was reaching across to the wall.

What you'd do to have her behind you like that gripping you ha-

“Y/n?”

You looked up to Wanda, her looking at you in confusion. You cleared your throat, pressing your thighs together.

“Sorry what.”

Your voice was breathless, and you felt your nipples straining against your shirt, if you weren't so lost in this headspace you would have noticed Wanda watching you with a shit eating smirk.

“I said what movie did you want to watch… are you okay?”

You rubbed your forehead for a moment, watching as Wanda leaned back against the counter, her arms coming up to her chest, pushing her breasts up nearly spilling out of her top.

You got up from your chair, walking around the counter quickly. You moved face to face with Wanda, only taking her eyes in for a split second before reaching for your shirt.

Wanda's eyes widened watching your boldness in surprise.

“Please. Just touch me.”

Wanda's eyes fell to your bare breasts, seeing how hard your nipples were, and the whininess of your voice, was enough to make her break.

Her lips immediately came up to yours as her hand cupped your breast. It was so sensitive and the feeling of your nipple rolling between your fingers was sending an immense amount of stimulation to your core.

Wanda wasted no time in pressing you against the kitchen island, her mouth finding your nipple again.

God did it feel good, you felt like your whole body was throbbing, begging for touch. And this stimulation from Wanda felt much more pleasurable than usual. What was going on with you.

“Wanda something's…”

She didn't listen, her lips simply going to your other nipple, biting softly.

You moaned feverishly, your clit aching, your pussy dripping already.

Wanda's free hand came up to your free nipple pinching and pulling at it. You felt your stomach tighten, were you seriously about to cum from Wanda touching nothing but your breasts?

Your hand reached the back of Wanda's head, forcing her head to move back and forth on your nipple. Your head filled with thoughts, if Wanda bred you, gave you her babies, the way your breasts would swell and you could let her taste you.

No, no, something was seriously wrong…

“Wanda this feels w-”

Her words cut you off as she groped at your skin,

“Cum.. malysh I know you want to.”

Her mouth wrapped back around the other nipple switching her movements, and just like that your legs shook, the hotness falling over your body as you felt your pussy spasm around nothing. The coil snapped for a moment, before tightening up further than before, you needed more, you needed much more.

Wanda's fingers hooked your joggers and thong, pulling them down, and she wasn't disappointed by the sight, your cunt was dripping, wetness spread against your thighs. She brought her nose up to your clit, inhaling deeply letting out a low moan.

Your hand gripped her hair again, practically shoving her against you.

She let out a grunt in surprise, usually she'd punish you for being so rude but right now she was intoxicated by the state of you.

Her tongue lapped desperately at your clit, her fingers trailing up your thigh as your hips ground against her face.

Wanda wouldn't admit it, but something about you taking what you wanted from her, not even asking if she was okay, as if she was merely a toy for you to get off with, well she was dripping for you.

You pulled her head back and forth as she wrapped her lips around your clit.

Fuck what if you had the strap and she was this pathetic on her knees for you.

Okay no seriously what is wrong with you.

You tried to think, your brain foggy as Wanda's mouth worked on your sensitive clit, you tried your hardest to work out what might've had you feeling like this but as Wanda pressed into your gummy walls with two fingers, your brain switched off.

After only a few thrusts you felt your tummy coil again, this was ridiculous but you didn't want to stop. Your hips rutted against Wanda's mouth as you whined out.

“Oh my god oh my god.. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna-”

Your words were cut off by a low growl, your hips now stuttering as that familiar white pleasure filled you.

You stood for a moment catching your breath, looking down at Wanda and her eyes met your. She was licking your arousal off her lips and that sight alone was enough for your clit to start aching again. You watched Wanda's face curl into a tight smirk.

She stood up and you pressed your lips hard against yours, the taste of yourself making you breathe heavily.

Wanda's hands wrapped around to the back of your thighs, lifting you up onto the island.

Your legs spread immediately and Wanda didn't waste time in slipping two fingers back into your sloppy heat.

“Look at you..”

Wanda was breathless, and beyond aroused by your sudden desperation.

“So needy… what a pretty slut you are.”

She punctuated her sentence by thrusting particularly hard into you.

“Such a good whore… I know it aches, turn that little brain off for me, I'll take care of you.”

You felt your pride slipping from you, a red fog clouding your thoughts, all you could focus on was the pleasure Wanda was providing.

Not even thinking your hands came up to squeeze your breasts as if it was a reflex to feel as much stimulation as you could.

“So greedy malysh.”

You let out a throaty moan grinding your hips into Wanda's hand.

“Shut up and fuck me.”

Once again, usually Wanda would spank you for the use of language, but right now Wanda felt nothing but heat rush through her, moving her hand firmer into you.

Your pussy was impossibly tight, sucking in Wanda's fingers and the feeling of you throbbing was making Wanda's mindset fuzzy.

“Fuck I'm..”

“Do it.”

Wanda stood up straight still thrusting as she took your lips against hers, your lips hot and swollen as they matched Wanda's peace.

The pleasure between your legs was overwhelming, you were almost scared for that coil to snap, but then your thighs tense, your nails digging into Wanda's shoulders, and that feeling of relief washed over you.

Your moan was loud and gritty, and Wanda muffled it by kissing you again.

Wanda pulled back from you,

“More..”

You whimpered, the throbbing and sensitivity coursing through you was still so strong and you wanted it gone.

Wanda flicked her wrist slightly, her strap appearing on her hips.

You didn't give her a second before gripping the toy and lining it up with your cunt. Wanda let out a long moan at the feeling of your hand around her.

“God I love when you're like this.” She laughed slightly as she pushed the head against you, before ramming the toy fully into you.

Your body was exhausted, and you let yourself fall back against the counter.

Wanda gripped tightly onto your hips, thrusting fast and hard into your throbbing heat.

“Harder.”

Wanda raised her eyebrows in surprise, she was already thrusting painfully hard, but she obliged, almost tearing through your cervix.

Your walls were hot and sticky and Wanda couldn't get enough of how you felt around her. She was already so close to the edge having watched you fall apart the way you had been.

You moved your fingers, massaging rapidly over your swollen clit. You were surprised at the rock solid bundle of nerves beneath your fingertips but carried on moving as it felt, so damn good.

You were so close, this time feeling a heavy pressure in your core.

“Wands..”

“Me too baby.. fuck.. me too.”

Without hesitation your legs spasmed, your core throbbing widely as your pussy clamped hard, bringing Wanda over the edge, white hot cum filling you.

You both moaned in unison, Wanda's a low grunt whilst you practically whined.

Your body fizzled, and relief filled you as the consistent heat left your body.

You smiled up at Wanda, feeling slightly embarrassed by your behaviour. She nodded firmly, standing up straight as she slowly pulled the strap from you. You lulled your head back catching your breath slowly.

“I'm definitely slipping you another pill soon.”

Your eyes snapped up to hers as everything clicked, your tone a half laugh.

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Wanda snuggled against you, feeling warm and content as you draped an arm around her shoulder.

She relaxed completely, her body practically melting against you.

You both watched the sitcom Wanda had picked out and she had a soft smile on her face, stealing glances at you every now and then.

She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this comfortable and happy. Having you here, watching her comfort show with her, it felt right. It felt like... home.

You listened as Wanda let out a soft sigh. You were fiddling with her fingers and she couldn't help but squirm slightly, your touch sending tingles down her spine.

She glanced down at you, a small smile playing on her lips.

“You know, you're very distracting.”

You looked up giggling to yourself as you placed a delicate kiss on her cheek.

You both sat on her bed together, your eyes becoming heavy.

It was only twenty minutes into the second episode when you fell asleep, your head resting comfortably against Wanda's arm.

Gently, as to not wake you, she shifted slightly, pulling the blankets up over you both and settling in by holding you in her side.

Wanda watched you sleep for a few moments, a soft smile tugging at her lips. Your peaceful expression made her heart ache with affection. She reached out slowly, gently moving a strand of hair off your forehead, her touch feather-light.

As you stirred slowly, your eyes adjusted to the low light watching as Wanda glanced up to you from her phone. You smiled softly and she immediately placed her phone in her pocket before gently shaking your shoulder.

“Hey sleepy head. You're awake.”

You smiled up at the older woman, blushing slightly as your brain remembered just how pretty she was.

“You okay?”

Your voice was horse from just waking up but Wanda found it adorable.

“Yeah I'm okay. Just couldn't sleep. Thought I'd keep myself occupied a bit.”

She looked at you apologetically, feeling slightly guilty for waking you.

“Sorry I didn't mean to wake you.”

You smiled softly still, sitting up a little bit more whilst tucking yourself back into her side. Your breathing synced as you listened to her heart beat, feeling the way her chest rose and fell.

“You didn't wake me, you're okay.”

Wanda let out a small sigh of relief, reassured by your words. She shifted a bit, pulling your head deeper into her chest.

“Are you sure? You looked like you were sleeping so peacefully.”

You giggled to yourself softly, moving your head as if you were trying to look at her for a moment,

“Just dreaming of you.”

Wanda's heart skipped a beat at your words, her cheeks flushing slightly. She looked down at you, her hand weaving its way into your hair.

“You.. dream about me?”

It was odd how insecure and soft Wanda was with you, with everyone else she was shut off and cool about her emotions, either presenting as quiet and grumpy, or cruel and snappy. With you she was so vulnerable and sensitive.

You smiled, furrowing your eyebrows slightly,

“Of course.”

The taller woman's chest fluttered. It was such a simple thing but it made her feel special, wanted…

“Really?”

You nodded softly as the shy word fell from her lips,

“Yeah.”

Your response was as quiet as hers, the atmosphere peaceful, the only light coming from the TV, lighting Wanda's face softly.

She moved closer to you, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your arm as she spoke.

“What do you dream about exactly? What are these dreams with me in them?”

You hummed softly shrugging as you thought,

“Sometimes they're us together.. like this, maybe on a date, eating together, other times…”

Wanda let out a small laugh, her heart rate quickening. She had a feeling she knew what you meant but she couldn't help but tease.

“Other times…?”

You smiled shyly, dropping your face back to her lap as you laughed.

“I think you know.”

Wanda smirked to herself. She moved apart slightly from you.

“I have my guesses. But I want to hear it from you.”

She watched as you blushed, her tone was sly, and you felt your heart rate pick up. You shook your head.

Wanda's eyes widened slightly as your cheeks turned red. She was surprised by your reticence, but it only made her more curious.

“Aww, why are you suddenly getting shy? You're the one who brought it up, you can't just leave me hanging malysh.”

She chuckled softly, feeling you bury your face in her neck. She could practically feel the heat radiating off your flushed face. She wrapped her arms around you, her fingers gently running through your hair.

“Come on, you can't just hide. Tell me what these dreams are.”

Your words were muffled as your mouth pressed against her shoulder.

“Just… Us being… Us.”

Your heart thumped louder in your chest as Wanda echoed you.

“Us… being us…”

Her fingers traced slow soothing circles on your back. She knew there was more to it, but she couldn't help but tease you a bit.

“And what exactly does “us being us” entail, hm?”

You stayed hiding in her shoulder, your headspace became shy and hazy.

“You know what, I forgot.”

Wanda let out a soft, affectionate chuckle at your stubbornness. She gently stroked your hair, amused by your attempt to hide.

“Oh, really? You forgot, huh? I have a feeling you remember, you just don't want to say.”

You let out a huff, holding onto her arm tightly.

Wanda knew she was getting under your skin. She loved this playful, shy side of you, it was endearing. She continued to speak softly, her fingers slowly tracing up and down your back.

“Oh Detka… it's just me. You can tell me anything, you know I won't judge you, no matter what it is.”

She felt your silence in her neck, and it only made her more determined to get you to open up. She knew from your light smile, you were enjoying this teasing as much as she was, even if you wouldn't admit it.

“You're enjoying this, aren't you?”

You nodded, feeling warm as you felt Wanda's chest rise and fall rapidly as she let out a laugh. She continued to play with your hair, her fingers tingling in the soft strands.

“You're being rather naughty aren't you?”

Your body shivered as she teased you, her lips hovering over your ear.

Your shiver didn't go unnoticed, Wanda's lips twitching into a smile. She had noticed over the last few months now, how when she spoke in a certain tone of voice or said certain words, you'd react in various ways. She felt like teasing you tonight.

“Is my voice really that effective, malysh?”

She felt a thrill of satisfaction run through her, enjoying the more dominance she held over you.

Your lip fell between your teeth. Wanda loved seeing you like this, she took a chance to move back closer to you, leaning over you slightly.

“You know, you can't keep hiding. Be a good girl and tell me what you dream about.”

Wanda looked up at you, with a hint of surprise in her eyes as you sat up. She didn't expect you to give in so quickly, but it was a pleasant surprise nonetheless.

“Oh? So, you're done hiding? You're ready to spill your little secret now?”

You smiled up at her your blush heating your face up,

“There's nothing to tell.”

Wanda raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

“Oh, is that so? You're just going to play it off like nothing?”

She moved back, shifted to her side, resting her head on her hand as she looked up at you.

“Come on, I think we both know you want to tell me. You're just being stubborn.”

Wanda watched as your eyes darted towards her lips, and she felt a stirring in her chest. She noticed the way you were biting your lip. She leaned in a bit closer to you sitting back up slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper.

“What are you looking at darling?”

Her smirk widened as your eyes snapped back up to hers, your lip still caught between your teeth. She couldn't help but find it adorable, how flustered you were getting just from looking at her lips.

“You know, you keep biting your lip like that… it's quite distracting.”

You huffed pouting softly, once again Wanda let out a soft laugh. You watched as she reached out a hand gently tugging at your bottom lip with her thumb, pulling it free from your teeth. You felt a spark of electricity where her hand was resting on your jaw. You felt the urge to open your mouth but kept it closed.

“Aww, is someone pouting now?”

Wanda noticed the way you reacted to her touch and it encouraged her. She continued to toy with your lip, running her thumb over it gently.

“You're so easy to melt. Just a few touches and words, and you're practically a puddle. I like it.”

Your eyes closed softly as you felt her thumb press harder against your lip, you raised your head slightly. A surge of heat made its way into Wanda's gut, at your action, it was such a vulnerable gesture. It made her heart race.

“Look at you, so responsive to my touch. So obedient.”

You hummed in response, completely relaxing into her touch. She ran her fingers through your hair, gently scratching at your scalp, her fingers soothing and rhythmic

“You're so cute you know that?”

You nodded your eyes finding her lips again, you felt hot, needy.

Wanda moved herself, placing delicate kisses to your neck, your eyes fluttering shut as you let out a swallow breath.

She smirked as you let out a small gasp at one particular spot on your neck, she proceeded to kiss and nibble at the skin, wanting to wind you up the best she could.

There was something about the way Wanda could switch from being a caring sweet girlfriend, to a possessive and controlling woman that drives you crazy.

Wanda's lips came back up to yours, and you matched her intensiting, softly grinding your hips down, impatient for friction.

The older woman guided you backwards to lay down, her lips never leaving yours.

Your back arched slightly as you shivered, Wanda's tongue parting your lips as she began tasting your tongue. She wanted to savour every bit of you, to memorise every taste and texture. Her hips rolled against yours creating pressure between you.

As you groaned out in response Wanda took that as encouragement, grinding down more purposely, she wanted to hear more of those sounds, wanted to see how undone she could make you.

She sat back slightly,

“What do you want malysh? Use those pretty words.”

You groaned in desperation, it was humiliating to say it out loud and you knew that's exactly why she asked.

“I want you.”

Your tone was blunt, brattish. Wanda smirked in amusement, happy to finally be pushing your buttons. She moved so her thigh was pressing against your core, she could feel the heat radiating off of you and chuckled lowly to herself.

“You have me.. but what do you want from me?”

You closed your eyes, biting your lip softly whilst you moved your hips softly against Wanda's thigh, moaning quietly at the relief of friction. Your arms came to warp around Wanda's neck, trying to bring her to your lips, but she resisted.

“Answer my question detka.”

You ignored her grinding harder against her. Wanda's eyebrow raised in annoyance, moving her thigh from your heat, causing you to whine in protest.

“Don't be a brat.. I asked you a question.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing slightly. However, your laughter was cut off immediately as Wanda's hand wrapped itself around your throat.

“Fuck.”

Your tone was surprised but also, lustful.

“Language, darling. I expect better from my good girl.”

Your eyes shut softly, reveling in the new feeling of pressure against your larynx.

“No, no open your eyes, look at me when I'm talking to you.”

You hesitantly opened your eyes meeting Wanda's dark ones. You gulped, embarrassed as you knew Wanda could feel it.

It was obvious, Wanda wanted to explore this dominant side of herself more, and you were more than happy to oblige, you yourself hadn't experimented enough to know what you might like, and everything so far had been more than good.

“I don't like brats, when I ask you a question you answer, do you understand?”

Your face heated up from her tone of voice, and you nodded softly, she squinted her eyes slowly,

“Use. Your words.”

She spoke with intent, her hand gripping round your neck tighter.

“I understand.”

Wanda nodded with pride, before resuming,

“Now, what does my pretty girl want, hm?”

You felt embarrassed, but also a flicker of heat pulse through you, Wanda knew what you wanted, she just wanted you to say it and it was killing you.

“I want you…”

You took a breath, closing your eyes softly as you began grinding your hips upwards to her thigh again.

“I want you to be rough, I want you to take what you want, it doesn't matter what I want just use me.”

Your voice was a whimper, a mix between a submission and a plea.

Wanda's eyes darkened, her face flushing red at your words. God that was exactly what she wanted to hear.

You felt warm fingertips at your hips, prying lightly at the bottom of your shirt. You laughed softly as Wanda pulled it hesitantly. You nodded and she smiled, moving much more confidently to free you from the top.

You lowered your arms, your instincts telling you to cover yourself but instead you brought your hands back up to Wanda's shoulders.

Her eyes were fixed on your breasts, as she lowered her mouth to your right nipple. You gasped at the sudden wetness, you could feel your clit begin to throb at the sudden stimulation on your torso.

Her left hand moved to toy with your nipple, her tongue administrating firm, slow circles.

Your hand found her hair softly, scratching her scalp as Wanda took her time tasting your skin. You let out a slight moan as her teeth clamped around your hardened nipple.

“Oh you like that?”

Her tone was condescending as her left hand pinched your other nipples harshly, causing a similar sound to leave your mouth.

Her mouth found your left nipple, biting and sucking softly, and you moaned louder from the build up of aching in your core.

“Please.”

Your tone was desperate, and Wanda would usually praise you for begging so nicely, but right now she needed to teach you patience.

“Good girls know how to wait for what they want.”

You nodded quickly, licking your bottom lip before relaxing again.

Her hands came up to your waistband, her eyes flicking up as her mouth remained sucking your sensitive skin. You hummed softly and watched as Wanda pulled your joggers and underwear down together.

She hovered her face over yours, searching your eyes for any reaction as she slipped her right index finger through your soaked folds.

“Oh you're so wet.”

Her words were more of a moan than a statement. You hid your face in the crook of her neck as she pressed her index and middle finger against your folds. She teased you, sliding in till her first knuckle before bringing her fingers to her mouth. You watched as she opened her mouth, her eyes fixated on her digits. Your gut tightened at the display, but then her gaze moved to yours, she watched you with dangerous eyes as she brought her fingers to your mouth. You could smell yourself, a sweet metallic scent, you sneered slightly as Wanda spoke.

“Open.”

It was one simple command, and you obliged, your eyes looking up at hers. You wrapped your lips around the tip of her fingers.

“Suck.”

You closed your eyes, your tongue wrapping around her skin as your cheeks hallowed, and you sucked eagerly.

Wanda watched you, her own arousal pooling in her panties. You were so compliant, so needy and desperate to be good.

“Such a pretty mouth you have.”

You hummed against her fingers, and she removed them slowly, admiring the thin layer of salvia coating her skin.

She brought her mouth to your jaw, sucking at your skin softly. You were losing your patience, your body covered in goosebumps.

You moaned softly as you felt Wanda's warm fingers slide into your cunt.

“So wet for me malysh.”

Wanda repeated, curling her fingers gently causing you to moan louder.

Her fingers moved shyly at first, gently massaging the spongy area you needed stimulated.

“More..”

That one whimper, flipped something in Wanda, her hand came round to grip your throat once more, and her other hand continued thrusting into you, but they became firmer, and faster.

The pressure from Wanda's hand around your neck made you fuzzy, the pleasure in your tummy making you dizzy.

Your moans became incoherent as Wanda moved to admire her fingers sliding in and out of you.

Her eyes looked up, admiring how desperate you looked, your eyes squeezed shut, legs spread, wet swollen nipples, and her hand around your neck.

Your eyes rolled in your head as the sounds of your pussy filled the room,

“Sounds so fucking sweet.”

Wanda spoke breathlessly, gathering salvia in her mouth and letting it drip onto your clit.

The action made you groan, the sounds of her thrusts louder now from the added lubricant.

You felt your stomach tightening, your hands gripping tightly at Wanda's back. The older woman removed her hand from your neck, moving lower, her face meeting your swollen clit. Her breath against you made you shiver, and you whimpered as you felt her tongue kitten licking you.

The moan you let was near pornographic when she took your clit into her mouth, sucking softly.

Your hand found her hair, once again massaging her scalp.

Your legs tensed up as Wanda's fingers stopped thrusting and simply curled over and over against your sweet spot. She was lost in the feeling of your warm walls around her fingers. God what she wouldn't give to grip your hips and pound into you.

“Wands please.”

Wanda hummed against your clit, hearing her name fall off your tongue like that made her clit ache.

She stopped her motions,

“Malysh, I have an idea okay?”

You looked up at her dazed, slightly disappointed as your orgasm was ripped from you. You quirked an eyebrow, at the older woman.

“Do you trust me?”

You nodded firmly and without hesitation.

Wanda sat up on her knees, pulling her own joggers down, her eyes never leaving yours as she removed her underwear. She was trying to maintain her dominant persona, ignoring the insecurity bubbling in her gut, she'd never been this vulnerable in front of you before.

You smiled softly, completely in awe of the woman in front of you, you watched confused as she laid down, her knees propped up.

“Okay now malysh, I want you to turn around, and bring that pretty cunt here.”

You blushed hard, realising what Wanda wanted. You couldn't have been more excited.

You awkwardly scooted backwards above Wanda, both of you giggling as you tried to position yourself. Your cunt was dripping above Wanda's mouth, hers leaking below yours.

You were both needy, and impatient.

Wanda reached her hand up into your hair, pushing your head down harshly to her cunt, you wanted to savour the moment, but now you found yourself desperate licking and sucking at her core. This new taste was addictive, and you couldn't get enough of it.

“Oh fuck~”

You moaned against Wanda's wetness as you felt her warm tongue against your clit again.

This was going to be difficult to concentrate on.

Your hips rutted desperately against Wanda's face. The vibrations from her humming against you were only stimulating you further.

“Baby suck harder for me.”

Wanda was completely breathless, and as you wrapped your lips around her clit, her hand began pushing your head hard, bobbing your head up and down faster.

“Oh malysh that's so good… just like that.”

You moaned at the sound of her voice, god you want to hear that again.

You eagerly sucked at her, moving your head in the rhythm she had set you.

You could feel a rush of heat fall over you, your legs becoming weak,

“Hold it.”

Wanda's voice was high, nothing like you'd ever heard before. But you did as she said, tensing your thighs as you waited for her next words, focusing on licking her clit just as she showed you, her fingers still tight in your scalp.

You felt Wanda's thighs fall open loosely, her grip in your head tighter, forcing you down faster.

“Cum.. fuck cum for me detka.”

A few seconds after her words, Wanda's legs wrapped around your head and you felt your clit pulsate with extreme force, a tight red feeling in your body causing the coil in your stomach to snap and white pleasure ran through your body.

You collapsed onto Wandas, body, a light layer of sweat between you two as you both panted.

You took a minute to catch your breath before speaking softly.

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“Wanda please, I've been so patient for you.”

Wanda rolled her eyes, she was focused on the work set in front of her trying to get through her emails. You however had decided to pest her. You had been going through a spike in labido recently, normally Wanda would indulge, giving you everything you wanted and needed, and she was more than happy to do so.

But this time round, she wanted to make things worse for you, the first few days, she had done nothing but tease you, worked you up with light touches and sultry sentences. Maybe she'd manspread just a little too far back on your coach grunting a pitch too low, or she'd press her hips into your ass as she moved you to get somewhere, or even hold your chin for a second too long praising you. After all of that, a couple of days ago, Wanda had touched you, finally giving you a sense of relief, but just when you were ready to scream her name and shake for her, she stopped.

It was infuriating, and you wanted the attention you deserved.

“Honey, I'm busy right now, why don't you start on dinner and I'll join you in a minute.”

You huffed loudly, making Wanda aware of your disapproval. You stroked her cheek gently, pressing kisses to her neck.

“Pleaseee.. mommy I need you..”

Wanda nearly broke at the use of her honorific. But she wanted to push you.

“Stop being a brat, go and start dinner, I'll be done soon.”

You pushed off her neck harshly, rolling your eyes.

“Fine.” You exhaled making your way out of her office.

Your thighs rubbed together, causing you to grow hotter. You hated this cycle of feeling comfortable with sex, to craving it. All you could think about was the stickiness in your underwear, it was hot and uncomfortable and you needed it gone.

Instead of going to the kitchen, you made your way to your bedroom.

You shut your door behind you quietly, making sure Wanda wouldn't be able to hear you.

Your eyes fixated on Wanda's bedside table, and you opened it slowly, you squinted your eyes trying your best to be quiet, pulling out Wanda's favourite strap.

You pulled out the red toy, your fingers running along the ridges, your heart rate picking up.

You climbed onto your bed, clumsily taking your trousers and panties off, discarding them by the drawers.

You adjusted yourself, bringing your hand slowly down to your aching slit, rubbing your copious amount of wetness around your clit, moaning softly at the instant relief.

You brought the strap up to your mouth, too lazy to find lube and settling for salvia instead.

Wanda thrusting her cock into your mouth was all you could think about whilst you eagerly sucked on the toy, your free hand moving rapidly across your clit.

You felt hot, drool falling down your chin, your wetness leaking onto the bed sheets whilst you grinded against your own hand. You needed to cum, so badly.

Your moans progressively got louder, and you brought the toy away from your mouth lining it up to your gushing folds.

“Do you know how pathetic you look right now?”

Your eyes widened, your knees clamping shut as you looked up immediately.

Shit.

Wanda made her way slowly to the bed, picking up your soaked panties, placing them in her pocket without hesitation.

“What did I tell you?”

You stayed silent, your eyes bug eyed. Wanda wasn't amused, simply sitting on the edge of the bed and speaking firmly.

“I suggest you answer the question, you're already in trouble as it is.”

Your core was aching, screaming in fact, you needed Wanda, you'd be willing to get on your knees to beg for her. You took a breath thinking about your words before speaking,

“Mommy please, you know how much it hurts, I just needed it.”

Usually, Wanda would let out a low chuckle at your minimal excuses, but she wasn't amused, or entertained.

“I didn't ask for excuses, you know the rules, and you directly disobeyed me. Do you not respect me?”

Her tone was dangerous, and she lifted herself off the bed, turning to grip your jaw tightly, raising an eyebrow at you in question.

“No mommy, of course I respect you.”

She nodded, her eyes travelling to your chest, your nipples were straining against your skin tight top, as much as she wanted to taste them, she needed to punish you for being so blatantly rude.

She took the toy from you, almost letting out a low chuckle from the thought of you choosing her favourite toy.

“You know, I actually bought you a new toy, and I was going to use it on you tonight,”

Wanda shifted to her drawers, and your gut dropped,

“I wasn't going to tease, as you said earlier you'd been so good for me… my plan was to make you cum, over and over, and maybe as a reward let you eat mommys pussy. But it's clear you don't deserve my kindness.”

You shook your head, trying to sit up, but red whisps wrapped around your wrists and ankles, holding you to the mattress.

“Now I need to train you. Mommy's not angry, just disappointed,”

That word stung like a thousand knives, sending you straight into your sub space. Wanda pulled out a medium sized bullet vibrator. It was a gorgeous maroon red and you immediately felt guilty.

You didn't want to disappoint your mommy, you wanted to be good, you just felt so desperate.

“Be a good girl and keep quiet, I don't want to be distracted by a sluts noises, if you're too loud I'll stop.”

Your chest tightened at the objectification, “a slut”? No. “my slut” you were hers…

Wanda brought the toy up to your lips, you eagerly opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out just the way Wanda likes it.

You began sucking on it gingerly, your pussy clenching around nothing.

Your hips began to mindlessly grind as you tried pressing your thighs together.

You felt disappointed when Wanda removed the toy from your mouth, your jaw feeling slack and empty.

“No, sluts don't get anything to suck on.”

Her tone was so dry and disconnected.

You tensed as Wanda turned the toy on, dragging it from the top of your neck, to your collar bones, to your chest. Your skin was on fire, and you were so tired of this teasing, working up to nothing, you felt tears pricking at your eyes.

Wanda ran the red toy over your nipples, watching attentively as your back arched into it, soft moans falling from your lips. She swirled the tip of the toy around the peaks of your breasts repeatedly. A languid moan left your throat as Wanda licked up a strip of your neck. Then the vibrator stopped

“What wh-” your tone was confused and desperate,

“Quiet.” Oh right you forgot…

“Sorry mommy.”

She nodded before turning the toy back on. Dragging it over your belly button. The contact was featherlight and yet your pussy was pulsing as though you had just came. Unfortunately for you that wasn't the case.

Wanda pulled the vibrator slowly to your core, resting it just above your clit. You whined trying to move your hips, seeking that stimulation but Wanda took the vibrator away, the toy falling silent.

You whimpered loudly in protest thrashing against your restraints.

“You're such a desperate slut you know that, I thought I had a well behaved pet, a good pet, but no you can't even follow basic instructions.”

You felt guilty, you wanted to protest but another red tendril appeared, clamping your mouth shut.

Wanda placed a soft kiss on your forehead before whispering,

“Remember the non verbal signals.”

You tapped several times, nodding, leaving Wanda satisfied.

Wanda got up from the bed removing her sweat pants slowly, purposely taking her time. You eyes fixated on her lacy panties, a red colour almost identical to the colour of the toy. You hadn't seen these before. You watched as Wanda pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a matching lace bra, the fabric was practically see through allowing you to see her blushed nipples.

Wanda crawled onto the bed, sitting right besides you, her eyes never leaving yours as she spread her legs. You were confused for a moment, until you heard the vibrator come to life again, your eyes flickered down to her hands. Your eyes blew wide, shaking your head, you wanted to please her, you wanted to taste her, this wasn't fair.

Wanda smirked cockily, dragging the toy over her pussy, still covered by her panties, and you watched as a small patch turned a darker shade of red. She let out a low groan, her eyes fluttering shut. You felt a surge of red heat fall through your body, you needed to touch her.

Wanda pressed the toy generously against her clothed clit, motioning it back and forth in tight circles. Her breathing was heavy and her chest was heaving. She brought her spare hand up to her breasts, pulling the fabric of her bra down, exposing her hard nipples as she began pinching at them. You were mesmerised by her soft skin, how her breasts spilt over her fingers when she squeezed them. Your eyes dropped and you noticed her hips had begun softly grinding against the toy, her wetness soaking through her underwear.

She let out a gritty moan, your name falling from her lips. You tugged at your restraints, but it was still no use. You felt angry you couldn't touch her, and so disappointed you weren't getting any stimulation.

“It feels so good..” her voice was high pitched, almost a squeak as she began grinding harder against the toy.

Wanda's moans became a string of babbling nonsense, and her legs began to tense as her mouth hung open. It was adorable how easy it was for her to cum.

“I'm gonna- I'm gonna-” she repeated over and over her voice one whine as her chest heaved rapidly. You couldn't help but smile at the way her eyebrows furrowed, her lip pulled tightly between her teeth as her body convulsed, her hand dropping to the bed out of exhaustion.

You felt warm, affection as you watched the woman in front of you catch her breath, your subspace dropping for a moment. She pulled her bra back into place. She ran her fingers through her hair, taking a deep breath before taking her panties off. She crawled over to you, extenuating the arch in her back. She held the soaked underwear up to your nose, and you audibly moaned against her hand, inhaling her scent. You felt a gush of arousal from your pussy, definitely soaking the bed sheets.

“I'm going to give you one chance to cum, and if you don't, I won't let you for the next week.”

Your eyes shot open wide with both determination and hope.

She waved her hand and the restraints around your ankles moved, holding your legs up, your feet as close to your face as they could bend.

She lowered her core closer to yours, her slit hovering above your clit.

“You either cum at the exact same time as me, or not at all.”

You nodded firmly.

Wanda turned the vibrator on, pressing it to her clit, letting out a pornographic moan as she angled herself so the vibrator pressed against you both simultaneously.

Your eyes instantly rolled to the back of your head, your head falling backwards against the headrest.

“You look so pretty darling, so needy for me.”

Your hips ground up furiously and Wanda's broken words sent more pleasure through you.

You were so close already.

Wanda's hips moved delicately against the toy, it was obvious she was slightly overstimulated from her last orgasm.

Your clit felt so good, the vibrations were deliciously addictive and that oh so familiar coil was tightening rapidly in your core.

“Oh malysh you're so pretty when you're desperate like this.”

You let out a whine at Wanda's moan, your hips moving in perfect sync against the toy.

You could feel Wanda's wetness leaking onto your own cunt and it was driving you crazy.

“Are you going to be good and cum for me? I know that greedy cunt wants to.”

Your eyebrows furrowed impossibly tight, as you nodded rapidly, seconds away from feeling that coil snap.

“Go on darling, show me how good you are.”

Within an instant Wanda's magic disappeared, and you let out a moan that could convince Wanda you were an angel. The coil in your tummy snapped, a diffusing feeling hit you as a long flood of pleasure and release flowed through you. Your pussy pulsed strongly and you felt hot liquid fly from your throbbing hole. You felt Wanda's hips stutter against the toy, and your hands came up to rest on her waist.

Wanda let out a string of curses and moans as she fell apart with you, both of you shaking against each other.

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You and Wanda were peacefully sleeping through the night, both enjoying the feeling of your body's close together with the peaceful atmosphere.

Unfortunately, early in the morning, your warm thought process became cold suddenly, an uncomfortable nightmare weaving its way into your mind.

It was so lucid, scenes and images of Jenny and her last few moments, it all felt too real and even in your sleep you could feel your chest tighten.

You woke up panting quickly and sweating, throwing yourself to sit up straight. Your breathing was erratic and your eyes were blown wide.

Wanda woke from the sudden movement beside her, the sound of your rapid breathing bringing her to consciousness. She sat up slowly rubbing her eyes and then your back.

“Dorogaya, what's wrong? Are you okay?”

You looked slightly towards the direction of Wanda's voice, not fully turning to look at her. Your brain was moving to fast, constant images of your ex-girlfriend, your whole chest heaved with your breath.

Wanda noticed how your body was trembling, realising the extent of the nightmare you must've had.

“Malysh, look at me please.”

She murmured softly, reaching out to gently touch your knee, trying to pull your attention to her and ground you back in reality.

You flinched as Wanda placed a hand on your knee, your hands found your ears covering them tightly. You couldn't breathe, couldn't even think.

Your chest heaved heavier, your body sweating, shaking, breathing faster and faster, your eyes growing wider and wider.

Seeing you flinch away from her touch and cover your ears, Wanda knew it was a sign of complete distress. She quickly moved closer to you, desperate to help you ground yourself.

“Y/n, listen to me, you need to breathe. Can you hear me? Focus on my voice.”

Her tone was more urgent now, trying to break through the nightmare that had its grasp on you.

You got up, panting, on the verge of passing out, making your way out of the bedroom, stopping every so often to try and breathe. You were trying to grab at the collar of your shirt, needing room to breathe, as you stumbled your way to the entrance of the compound.

Wanda quickly followed behind you, her feet moving swiftly to keep up with your frenzied pace. She called out your name, her voice full of concern and worry.

“Y/n, where are you going?”

She didn't care if she woke up the rest of the compound, if anyone saw her coming out of your room half naked, your wellbeing was more important.

Your head felt fogged, you could barely see your feet walking in front of you, couldn't hear Wanda's voice calling about behind you. Your hand rested against the lobby wall, and you bent over grabbing your chest tight trying to breathe, to think.

Wanda quickly stepped up beside you, her hand gently resting on your back as you leaned against the wall, struggling to catch your breath.

You flinched at Wanda's hand on your back, and before she had time to speak you stood up leaning against the wall again. Your eyes shut tight as a sharp pain entered your chest.

Once the pain receded to a manageable level you began making your outside the compound. The rain immediately came down on you. You smiled, the rain, you could feel the rain. You were barefoot, the mud below you filling the spaces between your toes. Wanda hung back, wanting to give you space, and it took a minute but as you walked towards a particular tree, soaking your t-shirt, you felt yourself calm down. You allowed yourself to slide down sitting against the wet bark.

You began hysterically laughing, this whole situation was ridiculous, not even five minutes ago you were sound asleep in Wanda's arms, and now you were covered in mud, crying outside. Crying? Wait, you were crying? Tears streamed down your cheeks as you held the front of your cheeks. You screamed into your hands, the sound echoing through the woods.

Wanda watched you stand up, watching as you yelled into the sky. The sound of your voice echoed through the air, a mixture of pain, anger, and sadness. Her heart ached for you, longing to comfort you and take away your pain, but she stayed where she was, knowing you needed this moment to let it out.

You continued yelling into the sky, no words, or sentences, just simply sounds of exhaustion. You were angry at how the universe was treating you. The rain spilled over your face as your yelling turned into loud sobbing, falling to your knees, your hands resting in your lap.

You bent over on your knees, raising your right fist and bringing it down into the soft muddy grass from the rain.

A wave of stress left your body, and you felt lighter instantly.

You raised your left fist bringing it down. You began repeating this, switching your right and left fist.

After a few minutes your fists began to bleed slightly, and you were grunting harder at each punch to the ground. Your thrust sped up and you eventually brought both of your fists down in unison, screaming out in anger.

You finally stopped, the mud mixed with your blood, and you pulled your hands into your stomach as you leaned forward yelling again.

You let the last of your anger out before turning to your sadness, simply laying forward on your knees, crying softly.

Finally, unable to watch you suffer any longer, Wanda couldn't restrain herself. She slowly approached you, her footsteps careful and soft, not wanting to startle you. Her heart ached at the sight of you, hugging yourself, trying to bring some comfort to your weary body.

Wanda knelt down beside you, her hand hovering over your shoulder, unsure if you'd welcome her touch or not.

You continued sobbing, trying to wipe the rain from your face only to spread mud and blood across your skin.

The older woman winced as she saw the mud and blood from your hands smeared across your face, the rain continuing to fall and mix with the mess on your skin. The sight only made her worry for you even worse.

She gently placed her hand on your shoulder, her touch light, ready to pull back if you flinched or pulled away. She spoke softly.

“Dorogaya, it's okay. I'm here. Can you look at me, please?”

You were too embarrassed to look at her, instead, you threw your hands around her waist, burying your head into her stomach crying into her softly.

Wanda was taken back by surprise as you suddenly threw yourself into her, knocking her onto her backside. She was about to protest or ask if you were okay, but when she felt your face burying itself into her stomach, your arms wrapping around her tightly, holding on to her for dear life. Her heart broke at the sound of your tears, still falling gently from your eyes.

She was caught off guard but quickly recovered, her arms instinctively wrapping around your trembling body, holding you close.

The rain continued to fall around you, soaking you both, but she didn't care. All that mattered to her was holding you in her arms and offering you the comfort you needed.

She gently stroked your back, her hand moving in slow, soothing circles, trying to soothe and reassure you with her touch.

“I'm here, my love. I'm here. I've got you.”

Your crying wasn't stopping anytime soon. You were so frustrated and upset with yourself, weeks of progress, weeks of positive changes, down the drain.

“I was doing so well.”

You sniffed through your tears, burrowing your head further into Wanda's lap.

Wanda listened to your words, her chest tightening with each syllable as she understood the depth of your frustration and pain. Your head burrowed deeper into her lap, seeking comfort and solace in her presence.

She continued stroking your back, her touch gentle and reassuring, trying to provide some small measure of comfort in the midst of your tears and distress.

“I know, malysh. I know.”

She whispered softly, her voice filled with empathy and understanding,

“But you've been so strong, my love. You can't expect to be perfect.”

You gripped into Wanda tighter, pausing for a minute to catch your breath. Your voice was filtered through tears and snot.

“I just wish my brain worked properly.”

Wanda's heart ached as you spoke, your words a reflection of the deep-seated pain and frustration you were feeling. She understood too well the struggle of dealing with a mind that often felt like it was working against you.

She continued gently stroking your back, her touch steady and comforting, her voice filled with empathy and understanding.

“Oh, my love, I know. I know it can feel disheartening, and it's not fair. But you are strong, and you have come so far.”

You cried softly, soaking in Wanda's words, you truly appreciated how patient she was.

You snapped back into reality suddenly, realising how vulnerable you were being with Wanda, you crawled off of her quicky, falling onto your backside the same way Wanda had, wiping your tears quickly, backing up slowly still leaning back on your hands, turning your head away from her as you stood up, the rain still pouring.

Wanda's chest tightened again as she saw the way you tried to hide your vulnerability by wiping your tears, turning away from her. It was clear that you were uncomfortable with the level of vulnerability you had just shown, and you were trying to regain some semblance of control.

The taller woman stood up slowly, still watching you, uncertain of how to proceed. The rain continued to pour around you both, the cold and wetness adding to the tense atmosphere. She knew you needed space, but she couldn't shake the urge to close the physical distance between you, to offer some comfort.

She took a small step forward, disappointed slightly when you shut your eyes tightly, but her voice was soft and gentle.

“Malysh, it's okay. You don't have to hide from me. I'm not going anywhere.”

Wanda took another step forward, her movement slow and careful, not wanting to startle you. She could see the tension in your closed eyes, the way your body was bracing itself.

She reached out her hand slowly, wanting to touch you but not knowing if you'd allow it.

“Please, my love, look at me.”

You shook your head, you were doing it again, you were shutting down. You didn't know how to handle this new position you'd found yourself in. You knew you were allowed to be vulnerable with Wanda so what was holding you back?

“Why are you pushing me away dorogaya?”

Wanda's voice was soft and filled with concern.

You turned suddenly to face her, your eyes filled with a silent plea, Wanda's eyes filled with care and desperation.

“I don't know, okay!.. I don't know what's wrong with me.”

Your reply came out loud before taking a breath and lowering.

Wanda saw the way you brought your hands to your chest, holding yourself as if trying to hold back the emotions that were threatening to overflow.

“Darling nothing is wrong with you.”

She spoke quietly, her eyes locked on yours, her tone filled with gentle reassurance.

You stepped back from her outreached hand, holding yourself tighter as you cried,

“Everything is wrong with me.”

Wanda's face filled with tears, seeing you like this was crushing her, she knew there was nothing she could do to help and that was worse than standing and watching.

“Darling, no. That's not true. Nothing is wrong with you. You're just... you're just struggling right now.”

Wanda watched as your face relaxed, it was eerie how you simply stood up wiping your face, and your tone was so calm.

“I'm sorry… I'll stop..”

She was confused, she was allowing you to cry and speak with her. Why were you shutting down like this?

“I love you.. I think I just need some sleep.”

Wanda's eyebrows scrunched in visible confusion as she watched you. You stepped forward, kissing her cheek gently, your tears fixed with mud and blood, dampened that part of her face.

She was going to embrace you but you pulled away, walking back towards the entrance of the compound.

She stood in utter confusion, unsure whether to follow you or give you space.

Wanda had spent a restless night, her sleep plagued by worry for you and a nagging sense of concern. She felt the guilt eating away at her, knowing that she hadn't been able to provide the comfort and support you needed last night. But she knew better than to push you in this state, knowing that you needed time to sort through your emotions and process your thoughts.

As morning dawned, she found herself pacing around the common room, the silence of the compound weighing heavily on her. She was desperately worried for you, her mind racing with thoughts and fears.

After what felt like hours Wanda could hear the sound of cutlery clanking. Her face lit up as she made her way to the kitchen, sighing in relief as her eyes fell on you. You were sitting at the kitchen island, eating through a bowl of cereal.

“Malysh?”

Your head twitched to the side immediately, hearing Wanda's soft voice. Your throat cracked as you responded, your vocal chords clearly damaged after yesterday's screaming.

“Yeah.”

Wanda heard your response, and her heart ached at the sound of you, your voice still laced with a hint of pain and vulnerability. She took another step forward, her voice still soft and tentative.

“Can I talk to you for a moment?”

You patted your hand to your left, offering Wanda a seat.

“Yeah.”

You watched as her face lit up before turning back to your bowl. You took a breath, already feeling a lump form in your throat.

“I'm sorry Wanda.. I know I keep apologising but I am sorry.”

You felt guilty, you knew you needed to be open with Wanda, but the fear of her getting scared and leaving was eating at you.

“Malysh, you have nothing to apologise for. I just… I want to understand what's going on with you. I want to help, but you have to let me in.”

You felt your chest tighten, you took Wanda's hands firmly, and held them to your heart softly, speaking with genuine meaning.

“And I want to let you in.”

Wanda felt her heart flutter as you held her hands to your chest. It was a simple gesture, but it was filled with so much vulnerability, so much trust. She squeezed your hands gently, her eyes locked onto yours.

“Then talk to me, my love. Tell me what's troubling you.”

Wanda could easily look through your mind and read it for herself, but you two had established many times that was not allowed and it was a boundary she shouldn't cross. It hurt knowing she could help but she wasn't allowed to, though she understood verbal communication was more important.

You held her hands tighter, your breath shaky,

“I just… I keep seeing her.”

Wanda nodded in understanding, holding onto your shirt slightly as you continued holding her hands.

“In your nightmares?”

Her tone was soft and understanding, she knew the trauma associated with that name.

You nodded slowly, your eyes filling with tears.

Wanda's heart ached as you confirmed that you were plagued by nightmares, the terror and anguish etched across your face. She leaned over embracing you in her arms, her voice gentle and reassuring.

“It's okay, my love. You're safe here. You're safe with me.”

You began to cry, you weren't sure if you were crying from the negativity you were experiencing, or the overwhelming amount of care Wanda was providing you.

“Shhh… It's okay. Let it out. I'm here for you. I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here.”

You felt safe, so safe as she held you tighter, you felt grateful to have such a patient person holding you so securely. After a few moments, she broke the silence, her voice soft yet firm.

“I know opening up isn't easy, love. But I want you to remember that you don't have to carry all this pain and guilt alone. I'm here to help you, to shoulder the weight of your burden with you. Can you try to talk to me, darling? Just a little?”

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Your eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of her fingers slipping in and out of your gummy walls. Wanda groaned at the way you throbbed around her…

“God you're so tight, pretty pet.. mommy will stretch you out..”

You swore she was talking to herself at the way she lowered her voice.

Wanda had wasted no time in getting you to your room after one of Tony's party's.

You had teased her for hours, thinking the most vulgar thoughts, knowing she would be listening.

You were now shaking against your shared bed, on the edge of your third orgasm…

You whined as Wanda spat on your clit,

“Such a pretty pussy…”

She gave it a harsh slap causing you to squirt a small amount, white heat filling your head.

“Oh you like that? You like when mommy spanks what's hers? What a dirty plaything I have..”

She pulled her hand away suddenly, seconds before your much needed orgasm.

“Mommy no-”

You immediately paused your protest as her green eyes pierced yours, a look of disgust on her face.

“Wait here… do not touch yourself.” her tone was cold and firm.

You nodded quickly as Wanda walked into the ensuite bathroom. You could hear the familiar sound of her strap fabric rubbing together. Fuck. The throbbing between your legs was unbearable, your cunt gushing as you tried to ignore your clit begging for relief.

You squeezed your thighs together, rubbing them slightly.. your hands found your stiff nipples, already red and sore from Wanda's sadistic tendencies. Your eyes shut slowly as you pinched and pulled at your breasts feeling your wetness sticking to your thighs.

“Ow!” You called out after a sharp sting traveled from your thigh up your leg. Your eyes shot open, admiring the harm print that was left. You then looked over Wanda stood to the side of the bed.

"What did I say?"

She was wearing her strap as expected but the attachment was new. You gulped as you processed the size of the toy. It was massive, at least 9 inches in length. How were you supposed to take that?

“Not so brave now are we?” You rolled your eyes as Wanda climbed onto the bed. Her knees spread your thighs as her hand wrapped around your throat.

“Mommy doesn't like punishing you. She likes rewarding her good pet, but when you misbehave like tonight I have to teach you there are consequences for your actions. And now you think it's acceptable to roll your eyes at me?”

It was a lie, Wanda loved punishing you, hearing the whimpers fall from your lips, listening to the squelching sound you pussy made especially for punishments, watching the tears roll down your cheeks and admiring the marks that were left on your skin.

She wouldn't admit it but she would find an excuse to manipulate you into thinking showing you when you'd done something wrong just to spank you a few times.

“I'm sorry Wanda I just dont-” you were cut off by a harsh slap on your right breast. She practically spat her words out as she leaned closer to you, her hand still squeezing your throat.

“That's not my fucking name.”

“Mommy I'm sorry..”

Your eyes took in the large dildo as Wanda began quickly lining it up with your sloppy cunt.

“If you want to misbehave and act like a brat, I will treat you like one.”

She didn't bother spreading you wetness or her spit across the toy, she simply slid it into your slippery walls, whilst simultaneously pushing your thighs to your chest into a mating press.

You both watched in awe as you saw the tip of the toy through your stomach. You moaned loudly, feeling the toy in your gut, your eyes fixated on the moving head as she moved back and forth slowly, the bulge moving with the strap.

“Look at that.. such a greedy pussy.. all for mommy.”

You nodded, your hum a broken whimper as you nodded, your lip between your teeth. Holy fuck you felt full.

Wanda wanted to take it slow, and allow you to get use to the size of the toy, but watching it move from your stomach, she gave into her needs.

She growled as she placed one hand on the bulge, you pussy making a “schlick” noise as your back arched,

“Oh my god~.”

Your moan was broken, and throaty as your hands naturally reached for Wanda's back.

You felt tears prick at your eyes from the stinging sensation and the added pressure from Wanda's hand. It hurt, so, good.

And this was Wanda's plan, to mix pain with pleasure. Force guide you into that fuzzy headspace you loved so much, and give you so much pleasure, whilst hurting you, you associated the pair.

You craved pain. Your masochistic side growing from each spank, stretch, and pinch. It was addictive.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you naturally pulled Wanda closer to you. She pulled away suddenly, and you gasped as the toy was ripped from your gaping hole. Before you could complain, Wanda dragged you to the edge of your bed, she stood in front of you, with her hand still pressing your legs to your chest, the other pushing down on your stomach. Her left leg came up to rest on the bed beside you, as she slid the toy back into you. She was able to thrust much harder and faster.

Wanda was grunting as her eyes fixated on the moving bulge, you watched her eyes, her pupils blown and her mouth pulled into a sadistic smirk. The pressure of it all was sending you head first over the edge. Wanda's voice came out as a breathless, condescending tone as if she was asking a child the question.

“What if mommy did something to her cock?”

Your eyes looked down to her strap for a moment still memorised by the visible movement. You wanted to ask her to continue but your mouth opened in a silent moan as her hand moved to your swollen clit.

“What if mommy wanted to cum inside you hm? Oh you'd look so cute, all swollen, full of mommy's pups.”

A rush of red, hot, pleasure coursed through your whole body. You felt a flash of arousal leaking around her strap.

“You like that idea hm? Want mommy to fill your little tummy up?”

You nodded rapidly, your body paralyzed as you were seconds from falling over the edge.

“God, look at that.”

A red wisp of energy flicked your chin up forcing you to look at the bulge in your stomach once more.

You both moaned in unison, growling at the new found pleasure.

“Mom- mommy.. need to cum? Please? Cum?”

You couldn't even get your words out, broken from a consistent string of moans.

Wanda's eyes flickered up,

“Go on, cum for me, milk mommy's cock.”

You almost screamed as a throaty moan clawed its way from your lips. Your pussy spasmed around Wanda's cock, the toy slipping out slowly from the force of your orgasm. Your thighs vibrated uncontrollably as Wanda kept running circles around your overstimulated clit.

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Your eyes snapped up towards your door as there was a soft knock. You felt nerves begin to crawl up your neck as you opened the door taking a deep breath. Wanda stood on the other side, dressed in a red velvet suit, the trousers hugging her thighs perfectly, the jacket accentuating her waist.

“You look gorgeous Wands.”

Wanda walked past you, into your room, smiling to herself. She couldn't help but blush at your compliment, turning to face you as she stood next to your bed.

“Thank you darling, you look rather dapper yourself.”

She looked over your outfit, a tight fitting black dress, hugging your curves perfectly, low cut on the back and front leaving very little to the imagination. She let her eyes wander as you straightened out her collar.

You watched as she leaned back, a mischievous look on her face. You raised an eyebrow as you smirked slightly, your curiosity peaked. You knew that look all too well, and it usually meant she was up to something.

“You've got that look on your face. What are you plotting Wands? I know that look.”

Wanda stepped back, biting her lip softly,

“I have a surprise for you, something to wear during dinner.”

Your interest was piqued even further, a shiver of anticipation running through you. You tilted your head slightly, your eyes glinting with curiosity and a hint of excitement.

“A surprise, you say? Well, now you have my attention.”

You took a step closer, your gaze fixed on her as you waited patiently.

Your eyes widened as you processed Wanda pulling a small black vibrator from her pocket and holding it in her palm. Your heart rate increased as your mind began to run with the implications of her surprise.

You swallowed your voice a little shaky as you spoke.

“A…vibrator? And you have control over it?”

Wanda nodded firmly, smiling wickedly,

“Mhm”

She hummed in satisfaction at your reaction.

Your breath hitched in your throat as the realization set in. The thought of her having control over something so intimate was both exciting and slightly unnerving. Your fingers fidgeted nervously, your gaze locked on the vibrator in her hand.

“And you want me to wear it... during dinner? In public?”

Wanda nodded firmly again,

“Exactly.”

You took a deep breath, your mind racing with desire. You could feel your heart hammering against your chest as the adrenaline began to build inside of you. The idea was both thrilling and slightly terrifying, but you trusted her implicitly.

“Okay.”

Your voice tinged with determination.

“I'll wear it for you.”

You let out a squeak of surprise as Wanda smacked your ass playfully, your cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. You could feel your heart racing with anticipation as you made your way into the bathroom to fit the vibrator into your panties, your hands trembling slightly with excitement.

You took a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself before exiting the bathroom, your eyes meeting hers with a mixture of desire and shyness.

Wanda smiled deeply, kissing your forehead innocently.

“Right, let's go malysh.”

The older woman took your hand leading you out of the compound. When you reached her car she opened the door for the passenger seat for you to get in, before making her way to the drivers side

You smiled warmly at Wanda's gesture, blushing slightly as you got into the passenger seat, your body buzzing with anticipation as the vibrator pressed against your core, a constant reminder of her surprise.

You buckled your seatbelt, your hands smoothing the fabric of your dress as you took a deep breath.

“Such a gentlewoman.”

Wanda smiled widely at you, her tone entirely innocent,

“Of course.”

As you got closer to your destination your breath hitched as you felt Wanda's hand on your thigh, the proximity of it to the vibrator sending shivers through your body. You tried to keep your composure, your facial expression giving nothing away, but you shifted in your seat, your thighs pressing together in response to the slight pressure of her touch. You couldn't help the small gasp that escaped your lips as the vibrator pressed against your already aching clit.

You cast Wanda a side eye as she finished parking, your eyes nervous and fiery. She returned with nothing but a charming smile, climbing from the car and helping you out of your side. You walked hand in hand into the restaurant, your mind fuzzy already as a waiter showed you both to a booth in a quiet corner of the restaurant.

You took a deep breath as you sat down in the booth, your body buzzing with the anticipation and sensations from the vibrator. You had to focus on keeping your composure, your eyes scanning the menu in front of you as you tried to keep your attention on picking a meal and not on the way the vibrator was pressed against you.

You glanced up at Wanda, her gaze meeting yours over the top of the menu, a hint of excitement and nerves in your eyes.

The older woman hadn't used the vibrator yet she wanted your anticipation to drive you crazy first, and it certainly was.

You spoke casually between you about everyday things, baking, training, upcoming missions, however you were interrupted by a waitress. You admired the raven haired girl as she asked for your food and drink orders.

Wanda was the first to speak, her tone warm and inviting,

“I’ll have a rump steak, rare, with steamed broccoli and a glass of your house red please.”

She turned her eyes to you innocently, awaiting your own response.

Your eyes widened as you felt the vibrator suddenly come to life with great intensity, a shot of white pleasure coming to your throat, your breath hitching as you tried to keep a straight face. You were grateful that the table hid your lower half from the waiter's view, as you squeezed your thighs desperately together and embarrassment and a flush of pleasure rose to your cheeks.

“I-I'll have the same, please. Water, no wine.”

You mentally sighed, grateful you had managed to get that out, regardless of how hoarse your voice was. Your thighs pressed tighter together instinctively, attempting to relieve the sudden buildup of pressure between them.

Wanda let out a chuckle as you, yourself let out a shaky breath when the intensity of the vibrator decreased. It was still there, a constant, pleasurable buzz against your heat. You shifted in your seat, your legs suffocating as you tried to find a comfortable position without drawing attention to yourself. Your eyes met hers, a mixture of desire and slight sadism in her gaze.

“You're enjoying this aren't you.”

You whispered lowly across the table. Wanda cut straight to the point,

“Yep.”

She popped her P as she put her menu to the right of her, keeping eye contact with you as she increased the vibration level slightly.

You let out a soft gasp as you felt it increase in intensity once again, your thighs pressing together again even tighter this time, your breathing becoming shallower. You couldn't help but squirm in your seat, your fingers gripping the edge of the table in a desperate attempt to maintain control.

You mumbled, your voice slightly strained, your eyes locked on hers, sparkling with both frustration and desire

“You're evil, you know that?”

Wanda again smiled innocently, acknowledging the waitress’s return, this time with a bottle of red wine, and a jug of water and ice.

You took a deep breath, trying to maintain your composure as the waitress filled your water glass. Your body was buzzing with pleasure from the constant pressure of the vibrator against your sensitive clit, and it took all of your willpower to keep a neutral expression on your face.

You felt her gaze on you, her smile only adding to the torment, and you knew she was enjoying watching you struggle to remain collected.

Wanda leaned forward, furrowing her eyebrows in faux concern,

“Everything okay Detka?”

Your heart skipped a beat as she spoke, your eyes narrowing as you tried to keep your face composed. The vibrator was still pressed against you in a constant, insistent throb, and the combination of the pleasure it was giving you and her feigned innocence was almost too much to bear.

“Y-yes, everything's fine.”

Wanda scoffed slightly watching as you managed to get a sentence out, your voice a little breathless and shaky. You grabbed your glass of water and took a long, slow sip, your eyes never leaving hers.

A wave of both relief and frustration washed over you as the vibrations ceased. You let out a shaky breath, your body relaxing slightly without the constant stimulation. You opened your eyes, meeting hers with a hint of annoyance.

You knew Wanda was loving every moment of this little game, enjoying the way you were getting more and more flustered by the second. You wanted to smack that smirk off her face, but at the same time, you couldn't help but feel your desire for her growing with every passing moment.

Your breath became more erratic as she continued to play with the vibrator, turning it up and down intermittently. You shifted in your seat, your thighs clenching together once again as the sensation between your legs grew more intense.

You clutched the edge of the table, your grip white-knuckled as you tried to remain composed in public. Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment, a soft gasp escaping your lips as the vibrator hit a particularly sensitive spot.

You bit your lip hard as the waitress came over placing your food in front of you both.

“Thank you.”

Wanda spoke calmly to the woman, you simply looked up shyly, giving a gentle nod.

“Is everything okay ma’am?”

The waitress's voice came through softly and you felt yourself grow irritated.

You swallowed hard, your heart racing as the pleasure washed over you. You tried to maintain a normal conversation with the concerned waitress, she had simply noticed your flushed cheeks and slightly ragged breathing.

“Y-yes, I'm fine. Just... a bit warm.”

Your voice was strained. The vibrator was sending waves of pleasure through your body, making it increasingly harder to focus and act normal in public.

You let out a sigh as the waitress walked away from the table, your body was a tangle of sensations, your mind racing as you tried to focus.

“You're enjoying this way too much”

You whispered, your voice frustrated with desire. Your thighs were numb from being clenched so hard, and you were sure you had soaked through your underwear onto the seat.

You watched as Wanda brought a forkful of her food to her mouth, acting as though you weren't screaming for release in front of her. You picked up your fork, attempting to eat a few bites of your steak, but your mind was still reeling with the lingering sensations from the vibrator. You stole a glance at Wanda, your gaze a mix of frustration and admiration at how effortlessly she seemed to be handling this situation while you were slowly coming apart.

Wanda leaned over the table,

“If you're a good girl, and don't cum, I will make sure you can't walk tomorrow when we get back to the compound.”

A shiver ran down your spine as she whispered the promise into your ear. Your body immediately responded to her words, a wave of pleasure coursing through your at the though of what awaited you when you got home.

You swallowed, your heart rate increasing as you tried to steady your breathing. You knew that if you were obedient, the reward at the end of the night would be worth it.

You locked eyes with her, her gaze both aroused and determined.

“I'll behave.”

Wanda took a bite of her steak, chewing slowly before washing it down with her drink,

“Good girl.”

Her voice was unfazed as she took another mouthful.

A flicker of excitement and arousal coursed through you at her praise. You felt a strange sense of satisfaction in being called a "good girl". Your body tingled with anticipation whilst the vibrator continued to buzz softly.

As the vibrations continued, you ate through your meal as composed as you could. Feeling the buzz heighten and lessen, edging you over and over again, the overstimulatiom eating at you as you craved release.

“You're being a tease.”

Your words came out as more of a whimper than a regular sentence, and you watched as Wanda once again pretended nothing was happening,

“I'm not sure I know what you mean malysh.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to keep your eyebrows from furrowing,

“You're toying with me and you know it.”

Fake concern fell from Wanda's lips as she popped another forkfull of food into her mouth,

“That really is a shame.”

What felt like hours passed before Wanda finally called for the bill. The vibrator finally came to a still and you let you thighs rest, your skin still buzzing with the aftermath. Wanda handed you her card, ordering you to use it.

You assumed she was doing it to make you feel polite in the public space, but when you held the card out to the machine, you felt the vibrator come to life once again. You were a stuttering, shaking mess trying to process the payment.

As soon as the doors of Wanda's car were shut and the privacy of the vehicle enveloped you, you let out a guttural moan, your body trembling as you let go of the last shred of restraint you had been holding onto.

You leaned back in the seat, your chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. Your knuckles were white as you gripped the edges of the seat.

Every nerve in your body was alive with sensation, the vibrations from the toy against your now ruined pussy causing you to gasp and writhe in pleasure.

Wanda turned the ignition on slowly, laughing lowly as you reacted to the added vibrations from the car.

“Remember what I said Detka, no cumming.”

You shifted in your seat, growing more and more impatient with each passing moment, trying to focus on the moving lights and buildings. The fact that Wanda seemed so unbothered by your predicament was driving you crazy.

“You're really going to make me wait until we get home?”

By the time you reached the compound, you were trembling with need. You did your best to maintain your usual cocky demeanor, but your fingers were drumming anxiously against the armrest and your thighs were still clenched together.

As the car came to a stop in the garage, you were out of the car in an instant, practically running towards your bedroom.

Your hands found Wanda's waist and you found your lips attached to hers in seconds. A desperate dance of need and dominance between you two. There was no words spoken as Wanda pushed your hips to the edge of your bed. No words spoken when she looked into your eyes, her hands holding the shoulders of your dress. Silence, when she asked you for permission with her eyes. Which you gave almost instantly.

Wanda was delicate, slowly dropping your dress down your arms, it falling softly from your chest, revealing a black lace bra that exaggerated your cleavage.

You smile to yourself as Wanda practically drooled, pulling the rest of your dress from your hips to reveal a matching pair of panties.

Wanda's fingernails dug into your hips as she pushed you down onto the bed, gently pushing your ankles apart and towards your ass so your knees were bent.

The older woman was propped up between your legs, leaning over you as she bit at the flesh in your neck. You moaned when you felt your skin trapped between Wanda's teeth. She was leaving marks? God she was leaving marks.

You waited patiently as Wanda took a rather large bite of skin sucking it harshly and biting softly causing you to whimper, and your hips to grind up softly to meet hers.

“Patience Detka.”

Her tone was soft and forgiving whilst she kissed the newly purpled area. Your tone however was not even close to composed, more like a whimper, like a child who hadn't got their way,

“I've been nothing but patient all night…”

Wanda's face left the crook of your shoulder, quipping an eyebrow at you,

“Pardon?”

You huffed letting your head drop back,

“Are going to fuck me and make me cum, or am I going to have to do it myself.”

You felt instant regret as Wanda's hand gripped your neck. She raised both her eyebrows, almost in disgust as she looked at you.

“Firstly. Never. Speak to me that way again.”

You had never heard her tone like this, it was new, and strangely.. good.

“Secondly. I'd like to introduce the traffic light system.”

It was your turn to quip and eyebrow. Your experiences in sex were, to say the least, dull, sure you've slept with other women, but it was simple vanilla sex. What the hell was the traffic light system.

Wanda could see the confusion swimming in your eyes,

“Green, means you're okay and to carry on. Yellow, means slow down. And red, means stop immediately.”

For some reason you felt a pang of arousal, and it only heightened when Wanda's hand squeezed tighter around your neck.

“Colour? Detka?”

You nodded quickly this new sensation making you deliciously numb,

“Green.”

Wanda smiled before bringing kisses back to your chest. She lifted your back slightly, removing your bra before letting you fall back down to the bed.

“You're so gorgeous.”

Wanda practically growled as she took your left nipple into her mouth.

Your back arched into her mouth as you groaned at the warm lips around your cold, sensitive skin. The older woman took her time, sucking and kissing at both of your nipples and breasts, leaving mark after mark. You felt so worked up and hot if you didn't get relief soon you would do it yourself.

Wanda caught on to your impatience, laughing lowly to herself as she lowered her head to your abdomen, kissing firmly, but caring towards your hips. Her eyes rolled as she smelled your arousal, she wanted a taste more than holy water itself. Her tongue stretched out as she licked a long strip up your thigh and she moaned as they trembled under the stimulation.

“You're so sensitive.”

You bit your lip hard,

“Wanda, please.”

You were breathless, your knuckles white as you gripped the bedsheets below you.

Your hips immediately ground against Wanda's face as you felt her tongue flat against your core, licking a slow firm strip up, flicking slightly at your clit.

Your hand found Wanda's hair and you let your head stretch back.

Wanda was humming and moaning against your pussy, it was so ruined and sensitive already, but it felt so soft and wet she couldn't, not make this last.

She took your clit softly into her mouth, sucking it generously, smiling as you let out the most angelic sounds.

You gasped and moaned at her ministrations, your thighs trembling in anticipation and need. You were already so close to the edge, it wouldn't take much to send her over.

“Oh god-”

You gasped, your voice thick with need, your fingers clenching in her hair.

Wanda hummed against you, causing your pussy to clench hard around nothing.

“God you taste so good.”

Her voice was dripping in lust, almost as though she had lost herself in the taste and warmth of you.

Her fingers continued to pinch and squeeze at your sensitive breasts, your body aching from the last few hours of edging, needing a release, now.

“If you want to cum darling, ask nicely.”

You immediately gripped Wanda's hair harder, trying your hardest to keep your hips still against the mattress.

“Fuck~”

As you let out a throaty moan, the sound crawling it's way from your lips, Wanda's tongue stilled.

“Watch that pretty little mouth or I'll have to punish you.”

You looked down at her for a moment, both of your faces matched, blown pupils, hair stuck to your forehead, absolutely love struck.

You nodded furiously before Wanda took your throbbing nub into her mouth again.

You were, so close.

“Wands..”

She hummed against you again, your eyes rolling back into your head,

“Please.. god please.”

Wanda paused for a moment, licking the cum from her lips,

“Please what Detka, you're going to have to be specif-”

You cut her off immediately shoving her face back against you,

“Please make me cum, please I need to cum.”

With more determination, the older woman sucked hard on your clit, gripping her hands around your thighs as she dragged her nails across the sucked hard on your clit, gripping her hands around your thighs as she dragged her nails across the sensitive flesh, adding to your pleasure.

Her tongue move expertly, and before you knew it, your whole body fell warm. A flash of white hot pleasure washed over you as your thighs pressed shut, squeezing Wanda's head tightly. You didn't even process the taller woman trapped between your thighs as you trembled and gasped, the coil finally snapping.

Once you caught your breath, you legs fell open slightly, watching as Wanda looked up at you, her cheeks flushed and her pupils large. You laughed slightly catching your breath,

“That was so good… thank you Wands.”

Her eyebrows pinched together tightly, as she tilted her head slightly.

“Oh Detka I'm not done yet, spread those legs for me I want another taste.”

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“Wands, have you seen my green screwdriver?”

You looked up to the corner of the room, green meeting you filling your senses up with a familiar feeling of butterflies.

“No malysh. Did you leave it by the filing cabinet again?”

You peered round the corner, your view slightly obstructed by your desk but sure enough resting on top of the grey cabinet was your screwdriver.

You smiled to yourself, it was crazy to you how well this woman knew you already, of course you'd been friendly for years but never like this, and the fact she already knew these little details made your mind fog.

You looked up, focusing on the brunette, she was sitting comfortably in a velvet green armchair, moving her head gently to your music whilst her eyes darted across the pages of an old collection of poems. Her fingers were nimble as she turned each page delicately, and she sniffled every so often from the colder air in the lab.

“Thank you sweetness.”

You called out picking up the green tool before returning to your work.

She hummed out in acknowledgement, never taking her eyes off the pages.

A few moments went by before you checked your phone again, the time reading 13:16. Yours eyes flickered to the lab door,

“Pst.”

You called out looking as the brunette's eyes jumped to yours, her head turning to the lab door.

Wanda stood placing her book under her arm as she made her way out of the side entrance, whispering goodbye before disappearing.

“Good afternoon.”

Tony burst through the double doors, singing his words, a smile so bright on his face you thought you might've gone blind.

“Afternoon Stark.”

He made his way to his desk, gadgets whirring and humming around him as he stepped up.

You and Wanda weren't hiding your relationship, but it was fun trying to keep it a secret, if you got caught, big deal. But the thrill of narrow misses was too good to give up just yet.

“What have you got planned for me today?”

Your eyes traveled to the older man, watching as he spun with his hand holding his chin.

“I have a proposal..”

You huffed loudly,

“I thought you and Pepper were on a break.”

You gasped as a small metal nut landed on your head, you looked up towards Tony to see a very unimpressed expression in his eyes.

“Sorry you were saying.”

Tony rolled his eyes as he stood from his chair, avoiding eye contact with you as he usually did when coming up with ideas that aren't necessarily… above board.

“What if..”

He dragged his words out getting closer to you,

“Stay with me here…”

Tony reached behind you slightly where you sat facing away from your desk, he reached for the green screwdriver before hovering it over your nose gently.

“Now it's just a hypothetical.”

You took a small breath in blinking heavily,

“Spit it out Stark.”

Tony gently tapped the screwdriver on the tip of your nose before standing as he spoke,

“What if we made you a suit?”

Your eyes widened instantly, your face dropping. You felt an explosion of emotions running through you.

“Tony, I'm not an avenger. I'm a medic at the very most, I like my position as a scientist crammed behind a desk-”

Tony placed his hands on your shoulder,

“Y/n, you are so good out on the field even just as a medic as you say, you're fast thinking, light on your feet, your combat skills are outstanding.”

Your eyes flickered to the floor, humming disapprovingly.

“Tony, it's not happening.”

You stood slowly repositioning yourself on your chair to face away from the overly excited man.

“Kid just listen, you would be able to get to us so much faster if you had a suit, you could symbolise that not all of us fight, of course you could if you needed to but mostly you'd be our medic but.. well better.”

You huffed again, hiding your face in your hand as you held your forehead.

“Tony, I can do my job just fine without a fancy metal tuxedo. I like what I do and the privacy that comes with it. Everybody knows Mr Tony Stark, Captain America, even black widow and the hulk! Thor God of thunder and don't get me started on Ant Man.”

Tony rolled his eyes, he knew you were right but he was so excited to pitch this idea, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little disappointed.

“But if you had a helmet on no one would see your face.”

He spread himself across your desk, fiddling with his hands in the air,

“The press would go crazy, a third iron man? What would I even be called, Rhodey took war machine.”

You laughed sarcastically, before continuing,

“Tony the answer is no.”

He huffed before getting up and walking back to his desk.

“Think about it.”

You shook your head turning your attention back to the small trinkets in front of you.

Wanda had made her way to the common room, resuming her reading in the warm light by the desk. She often spent her time alone. It wasn't that she minded, but sometimes she did wish she made more of an effort with the team.

Wanda got up from her chair slowly, taking her book back to her room. She took a moment to admire her collection, wondering what novel she'd read next after she'd finished this one.

She turned quickly making her way to the gym, it was quite late in the afternoon but she figured a few hours of training couldn't hurt. As she turned the corner she found Steve hammering into a punching back.

“You look angry.”

Her accent was thick, amused as she watched the sweaty man's head flick towards hers.

“Not angry,”

He resumed his attack on the bag,

“Just concentrated.”

Wanda let out a breathy laugh, crossing her arms as she approached him.

“On what? Killing some leather?”

Steve stood up straight wiping the sweat from his forehead, he smiled favourably at Wanda before stepping away from the still swinging bag.

“Come on then, show me what you got?”

Steve took his hand tape off before stepping onto the sparring mats.

Wanda practically squealed with excitement, jumping into position, before quipping an eyebrow,

“Red or no red?”

Steve took a moment to contemplate before nodding firmly,

“Red. Go for it, I trust you.”

Wanda zoned out for a moment, ‘I trust you’, the confidence he said it with, she felt like she'd been paused in time, it was such a small phrase, and yet here she was, stunned.

She sniffed bringing herself out of her trance.

Wanda grinned mischievously as she lowered her head.

Steve would be lying if he said he didn't feel slightly nervous upon seeing the slight red glowing from Wanda's eyes, but he had full confidence in her, whether she believed him or not.

Steve raised his hand, motioning for her to begin. Within an instant Wanda was throwing punches and kicks quicker than Steve could think, his impulsive reflexes dodging each hit as he danced opposite her.

“Keep it up.”

She laughed cockily, releasing a small red charge from her fingertips, Steve smiled brightly, control, just as he predicted.

He rolled out of her line of fire, standing and throwing a swift kick to Wanda's side, her left arm coming down instantly, a small red barrier forming around her wrist as she blocked the attack.

Steve chuffed, in a way he was proud.

Wanda spun around as though she was performing a contemporary dance, Steve furrowed his eyebrows before they raised together as a slighter bigger red charge came flying at him.

“Woo!” Wanda squealed as Steve was thrown to the mat,

“I mean, you did good.”

Wanda cleared her throat hiding her pure excitement.

Steve stood laughing as he resumed his position,

“Come on then kid, keep it up.”

Wanda kept light on her feet, her face contorting as she watched Steve back away slowly. Her eyes never left him as he stood confidently. Before Wanda had a chance to breathe, Steve ran, full pace, jumping and kicking off of the pile of mats getting a generous amount of air. Wanda's eyes widened, both arms coming up to meet each other as a soft red orb formed around her, Steve reacted quickly, bouncing back off of it to avoid injury.

They both let out a huff of victory. Steve lunged towards Wanda, and she stepped back quickly forming a new shield in front of her, his attacks kept coming, and she began bending her back as far as she could go, unfortunately she lost her balance suddenly landing on her back hard.

She huffed loudly, in annoyance but stood quickly, nodding to confirm she wanted to continue.

“Please, please, please.”

Your patience was wearing thin as you made your way up the corridor, Tony following you like a lost puppy.

“The answer is no.”

You held your paper work closely to your chest, turning into the kitchen, as you tried to ignore the man child behind you.

“It won't even be a thing, it'll be a prototype just a test.”

You glared at the older man, you found even in your younger years, all Tony needed to behave was a motherly glare.

He sneered at your eye contact, sighing in defeat.

“I'm going to start dinner, so you can either help, or, you can go and annoy someone else.”

You reached across to the fridge, pulling out ingredients for today's meal.

“Fine, maybe I can get Banner to convince you.”

You watched as Tony left, shaking your head as you continued to the counter placing everything neatly for you to use.

“You'd make an adorable housewife.”

Your head snapped towards the entrance of the kitchen, your face immediately softening as you watched Wanda walk towards you. You took a minute to take her appearance in, her usual training attire, tight leggings, and that damn sports bra that drove your mind to places you wouldn't dare share.

“Share hm? Well bit late for that, don't you think?”

Your eyes froze as they moved from the older woman's hips to her lips that were now in a shit eating grin.

You turned back to the food in front of you, huffing slightly,

“Wanda we spoke about this, I don't like you reading my thoughts.”

You didn't need to turn around to sense the pout on her face,

“How can I resist when they're so loud.”

She brought her hands to your waist, her lips attached to the back of your neck softly.

“Wands, I'm serious.”

She stood back, her eyes focused on your hands as they expertly began handling the ingredients.

“I know I'm sorry.”

You laughed softly, turning your head slightly towards her,

“You're sweaty, go and shower before dinner.”

It was humorous how parental you were with Wanda, but you'd grown to learn she was much more mischievous than you thought.

“Here I was thinking I could make you sweaty too.”

You rolled your eyes as her lips found your neck again,

“Wanda.”

Your voice wasn't cruel, it was stern but it had the undertone of a laugh.

She let out a sigh of defeat as she stepped back,

“Okay okay… later?”

You turned towards her, smiling at her in surprise at the audacity of the taller woman.

“Later… there's something I wanted to ask you about.”

She smirked raising an eyebrow,

“Hm okay.”

You watched adoringly as she left the kitchen swiftly, leaving you to focus on the task at hand.

Later in the evening everyone had settled round the table, tucking into the home cooked meal you had provided, everyone giving their thanks and gratitude as they spoke amongst themselves.

“So Wanda, I was thinking, you've shown massive amounts of improvement recently in your training, if you want Agent Hill and I can look into some smaller missions for you to tag along in?”

Steve leaned over the table, taking a sip of his water after raising the suggestion.

The table fell silent, all eyes on Wanda as she nearly choked on her potato.

“Uh… yeah I think that's a good idea.”

She wouldn't say it out loud but deep down she was happy Steve thought she was ready to get back out into the field, no matter how small the assignment was, it was progress.

Everyone spoke amongst themselves before giving their congratulations to Wanda, it was about time.

“Y/n and I have an announcement.”

Tony stood slowly, and you mentally face palmed, already aware of where this was going, you finished your mouthful before standing.

“No we don't Stark.”

You spoke sternly as you shook your head,

“We are creating y/n an iron suit, to help us further on the field.”

The room fell silent,

“Like hell you are.”

Natasha spoke up after a moments silence, placing her cutlery down,

“She absolutely will not be getting an iron suit.”

Tony shrugged his shoulders, a look of defence falling over him.

“What I thought it was a good idea if anything it-”

Natasha immediately glared at Tony, cutting him off,

“A word, outside… now.”

Her voice was cold, clicking her fingers towards the door.

The table erupted into low snickers and “oohs” watching as Tony bowed his head, immediately obeying the russian.

“Right well I'm off, goodnight everybody.”

You called out, giving Wanda a look to follow you out. You made your way to your bedroom, closing the door softly before you but not locking it.

After a few minutes the door handle turned and the brunette walked in, no words were spoken as she made her way to you, sat on the edge of your bed.

She spread your knees standing between your thighs, smiling brightly.

You hummed softly as Wanda brought her lips to yours, a soft but desirable pace.

“Wands.”

She hummed in recognition before continuing her assault to your jaw.

“Wanda, I did genuinely want to talk to you about something.”

Your tone was slightly irritated, since your ‘moment’ together in the common room, Wanda had been like a dog in heat, you hadn't let her go any further than heated make out sessions, and you could tell she was impatient to have you again.

“I was wondering if.”

You paused slightly looking into her eyes, her pupils were blown and her lips were swollen. God this was going to be difficult.

“I was wondering if I could take you out to dinner?”

Wanda stood back for a moment. She had never been on a date before, she'd never even been asked before, she was entirely shocked.

“No.”

Her tone was direct and firm, your eyes flickers slightly in embarrassment,

“That's okay I just-”

She brought her finger to your lips,

“I would like to take you, to dinner.”

You raised an eyebrow in confusion, but she didn't give you a chance to speak as she pinched your lips shut.

She chuckled before moving onto your bed, sitting up slightly.

“Wanda I’d like to treat you?”

She shook her head,

“And you can, just not tomorrow.”

You stood with a unimpressed facial expression, hands on your hips,

“Wanda.”

She snapped her fingers playful,

“Nope, shh, now go and shower. I want to watch our show before bed.”

You chuckled in defeat before making your way to the bathroom.

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As the weeks went by, you and Wanda settled into a comfortable routine together. Wanda was relieved that you seemed to be doing better, although she could still sense that you were struggling with nightmares and the occasional bouts of sadness. She did her best to be there for you when those moments arose, holding you close and offering whatever comfort she could.

Steve, Vision, Natasha, Thor, and Tony had come and gone, their visit short and filled with their usual banter and drama. But after they left, Wanda was happy to have you all to herself once again, relishing in the alone time you had together.

You and wanda were sat in the common room on the sofa, sharing some pizza, whilst a movie played quietly in the background, Wanda grabbed for your slice but you lightly tapped her hand away,

“Oi that's my piece, cheeky.”

You giggled watching as Wanda feigned shock and outrage as you slapped her hand away, a smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she pretended to be offended. She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest in an exaggerated gesture of disappointment.

“Hey I wanted that piece!

She huffed leaning back against the sofa in mock offense. She shot you a playful glare, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

You held the pizza slice out, melted cheese falling slightly, your tone playful dragging your words out.

“Fine…But only because I love you.”

Wanda's faux offended expression melted away into a soft smile as you spoke, her heart fluttered in her chest at your words, her face lighting up at the sound of "I love you."

“Oh, so now you're just going to use "I love you" as leverage to get me to give up my share of the pizza?”

She chuckled, grabbing the slice from you and taking a bite. Wanda watched as you grabbed a new slice of pizza, her eyes glinting with playful mischief. She pretended to be annoyed but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her lips.

“You're lucky I love you so much, or I'd steal all the pepperoni from your slice.”

You laughed loudly in amusement, bringing your fingers down to the greasy slices of meat on your slice,

“Go for it, I'll pick them all off anyway.”

Wanda's eyes widened in mock horror as you began picking the pepperoni off your slice.

“You pick off the pepperoni? Blasphemy! How dare you commit such a crime against pizza!”

She gasped dramatically, clearly not actually upset but playing along for the fun of it.

You giggled leaning closer to Wanda, putting your pizza down as you raised a finger,

“Wait till you hear this.”

Wanda raised an eyebrow, intrigued and a little suspicious.

“Uh oh this can't be good.”

She watched smiling widely as you waved a finger, leaning in closer as you requested.

You whispered low in her ear,

“I like pineapple on pizza.”

Wanda's eyes widened, her mouth falling open in shock as she heard your confession.

“You… you like pineapple on pizza?”

She pulled back slightly, her face a mixture of fake outrage and amusement.

“You're a bigger pizza criminal than I thought. Sacrilege!”

You and Wanda collapsed into giggles, holding your stomachs.

“Pineapple on pizza… I can't believe I'm in love with such a pizza heretic. How dare you betray pizza like this? It's a crime against food!”

Your eyes widened taking another bite of your food, speaking with your mouth full,

“I'm sorry, but it doesn't stop there.”

Wanda's eyes grew even wider as you spoke, her curiosity piqued. She couldn't imagine what other pizza crimes you could possibly be confessing to.

“Oh no... there's more? What other pizza blasphemies do you commit?”

You took a sharp breath, raising your hand up with the crust of the pizza.

“The crust is the best part.”

Wanda gasped in mock outrage, pretending to be deeply offended.

“The crust!? You're one of those people who think the crust is the best part? Oh, this is sacrilege of the highest kind!”

She pretended to be scandalized, her expression exaggerating her feigned shock.

You smiled, watching in complete awe at the woman who you utterly adored in front of you acting so exaggerated.

Wanda continued her theatrical performance, pretending to be more and more appalled with each revelation.

“First pineapple on pizza, and now the crust is the best part? You're singlehandedly destroying everything I hold dear when it comes to pizza! Next, you're going to tell me you put ketchup on your pizza or something.”

She pretended to shiver dramatically, exaggerating her reactions for comedic effect. Her eyes widened as she watched you pull out a bottle of ketchup that was hidden down the side of the sofa.

“You... you wouldn't…”

She stared at you in disbelief, unable to process the sheer audacity of your actions.

“Ketchup on pizza? That's it, you've officially crossed the line. You're going to pizza hell for this.”

You suddenly let out devilish noises, pretending to be burnt alive as you made your way over to Wanda, wrapping your arms around her smothering her face in kisses. Wanda squealed in laughter playfully pushing you away but secretly relishing in your affectionate gesture and the sound of your laughter.

“Oh no! You've killed me! What a way to go, smothered by kisses and covered in pizza heresy!”

You couldn't help but laugh, your chest feeling warm as your heart felt happy. Wanda reached out, giving your hand a gentle squeeze speaking softly,

“You know, watching you laugh like this… it makes me so, so happy.”

She smiled warmly as you did, your eyes filled with love and tenderness.

“You make me happy.”

Wanda's heart skipped a beat at your words, her expression softening even more. She looked at you with a mixture of love and relief, her hand reaching up to cup your cheek gently.

“I'm glad. I never want you to stop being happy, darling. I'll do everything I can to make sure that you always have reasons to smile.”

She paused for a moment, letting her hand move to tuck her hair out of her face,

“And you make me happy too, probably more than you realise.”

You softly held the back of Wanda's head, bringing her forehead to your lips, her soft smell filling your senses. A warm, fuzzy feeling spread through Wanda's chest, her heart fluttering with affection. She took a deep breath, sighing contentedly.

“You have no idea how much that simple gesture means to me, darling. It makes me feel so loved and cared for.”

You smiled brightly at her, kissing her forehead again this time simply enjoying the warmth of her body.

“I'm glad Wands.”

Wanda smiled back at you, her heart feeling incredibly full. She loved the nickname you had given her, it always made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. She leaned in closer to you, burying her face in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent. She wrapped her arms around you, holding you tightly, not wanting to let go.

Your breathing synced together, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere as the TV played softly in the background.

“How are you feeling Wanda?”

Wanda nuzzled her head against your shoulder, her body relaxing against yours. She let out a soft sigh as she felt your question, taking a moment to assess how she was truly feeling.

“I'm feeling... happy. Content. Complete, with you in my arms.”

She paused, lifting her head slightly to meet your gaze. There was a hint of vulnerability in her eyes, as if she was allowing herself to be open and honest with you.

“And a little scared, if I'm being completely honest.”

You faced towards her, moving her hair slightly.

“Scared about what Wands?”

Wanda sighed, her expression a mixture of fear and uncertainty. She avoided your gaze for a moment, her eyes flickering away from yours.

“I'm scared of losing this. Of losing you.”

She swallowed hard, her voice catching in her throat. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

“I know you've been through a lot lately, and I just… I'm scared that one day you'll wake up and realise you don't want me anymore. Or worse, that you'll end up hating me.”

You held Wanda's face strongly, your eyes searching hers for any hints of sarcasm but you found none, you were shocked that she genuinely thought that could happen.

“Why would I ever hurt you?”

Wanda was silent for a moment, her mind racing with insecurities and doubts.

“I don't know… I guess I just worry that someday you'll realise I'm not good enough. That I'm too complicated, too messed up. That'll you'll get tired of dealing with my baggage and emotional outbursts.”

She averted her gaze, her cheeks flushing with vulnerability and embarrassment at her own confession.

“You, Wanda, are more than enough for me, and I love all of you baggage and all, I'm here for the messy stuff… and so what if I don't need you? I'll want you.”

Wanda's eyes widened at your words, her heart swelling with a mixture of relief and gratitude. She had expected you to brush off her insecurities, to tell her she was being ridiculous, but hearing you reassure her and tell her that she was more than enough for you.

A wave of emotions hit her all at once, tears welling in her eyes. She tried to blink them back, but a few escaped, rolling down her cheeks.

“You really mean that?”

You nodded firmly smiling softly in sympathy at the older woman's tears,

“Of course I mean it.”

Wanda's eyes met yours, searching your gaze for any trace of dishonesty. But all she saw was sincerity and love. She let out a shaky breath, the weight of her fears and insecurities slowly lifting away with each reassurance you gave her.

“You have no idea how much that means to me. To hear you say that you want me, that my imperfections and flaws and... and everything that I am... that it's enough for you.”

She blinked back more tears, a small, watery smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

You smiled at her warmly, rubbing your nose gently against hers,

“Of course you're enough, even if you are a bit slow, grandma.”

Wanda let out a scoff, both amused and offended by your playful jab. Her face wrinkled in faux-indignance, but she couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her lips.

“Excuse you, I'll have you know I am not that old!”

You sneered as Wanda brought her hand up quickly, giving your earlobe a playful tug.

You rolled your eyes massaging your ear softly,

“You're like.. twelve years older than me… you're old.”

You watch as wanda couldn't help but laugh aloud at your playful eye roll and teasing. She ruffled your hair affectionately, a sly smirk on her face. Her voice was light and teasing as she spoke.

“Twelve years isn't that big of an age gap, you cheeky little thing. I'll have you know that age is just a number, malysh.”

You let out a grunt similar to a sound you'd let out if you'd been punched in the stomach, you took a breath sneering before singing your words.

“That's something a pervert would say perv.”

You laughed as wanda let out an offended gasp, feigning shock at your accusations. She playfully slapped your arm.

“First I'm a slow grandma, and now you call me a perv?! How dare you! I'll have you know that I am a classy lady, thank you very much.”

You smiled softly as Wanda huffed her words, you eyebrows raising in fairness,

“You are classy.”

Wanda rolled her eyes at your agreement, but a satisfied smile spread across her face. She couldn't help but bask in the compliment, secretly loving the fact that you thought she was classy.

“You're damn right, I am. Classier than you, at least.*

She chuckled, playfully sticking her tongue out at you. You brought your hand up to your chest, pretending like you'd just been shot.

Your eyes met Wanda's as she let out a soft laugh, she brought her finger up poking your chest gently,

“Oh, shush, you're just jealous that you can't be as classy as me.”

You hummed softly in agreement, finding Wanda's defensiveness adorable,

“Mmm maybe. I guess I'm just lucky to have someone so classy.”

Wanda reached out to ruffle your hair and you pulled back slightly laughing heartily,

“Yeah, you are pretty damn lucky. But don't get too comfortable, darling. You're still the least classy person I've ever met.”

Wanda smirked as you rolled your eyes, sitting up straight as she spoke clearly,

“See, look at you, rolling your eyes at me. How uncouth. I'll have to teach you some manners, young lady.”

You let out an exaggerated gasp, your eyes bulging out your skull,

“Young lady? God you really are a perv!”

Wanda placed a hand on your knee, her eyes dancing in with amusement.

“Hey now, you watch your tone, mrs! Just because I happen to be a bit older than you doesn't make me a perv!”

You took a breath in nodding sarcastically as you dragging your words out

“Right...”

Wanda snickered, poking you again in the side playfully.

“Oh har har, very funny. You're lucky you're cute smartass. Otherwise, I'd have kicked your ass by now.”

You folded your arms sitting up fully on the sofa, poking your tongue out whilst scrunching your eyes.

“I'd like to see you try.”

Wanda raised an eyebrow at your challenge, her expression turning cocky. She leaned in close, a smirk on her lips.

“Oh, you're adorable when you're being all tough and cheeky. But trust me, malysh, I could take you down in a heartbeat if I wanted to. I'm a lot stronger than I look, remember.”

You watched as Wanda's eyes glowed a slight red, knowing she could easily overpower you, you relaxed back into the sofa pouting, ignoring the fact the display of power made you run hot.

Wanda couldn't help but notice the effect her powers had on you, the way your body relaxed and your breath hitched just ever so slightly. She felt a pang of desire and power deep within her, but she kept her cool, a smirk on her lips.

“Oh, what's wrong, dorogaya? Nervous? Or is it the fact that you know I could have you pinned down in seconds if I wanted to?”

You looked down to your lap, peering up at her through your eyelashes,

“Maybe.”

You stood slowly, grabbing the empty pizza box from the coffee table. Wanda's eyes followed you, amused by your reluctant admission.

“You know, I have to admit, it's quite sweet to see you get all flustered and stubborn. But we both know you love being under me, in more ways than one.”

She smirked towards you, her eyes glinting with playful domination.

You licked your bottom lip lightly before leaving the common room making your way to the kitchen to put the pizza box in the bin.

Wanda watched you saunter of, her gaze following your every move. A sly smile tugged at her lips as she crossed her arms, a sense of satisfaction washing over her.

“You can run, but you can't hide, darling. I know exactly how to get a rise out of you.”

She waited a moment, then got up from the sofa and followed closely behind you, her footsteps light and silent.

“I know.”

You dragged your words out sounding like a guilty child, as you made your way past Wanda to your bedroom. She watched you dart past her, her eyes narrowing slightly with determination.

“Oh no you don't, you cheeky little thing.”

She quickly grabbed your waist, her grip firm as she gently pulled you back towards her. Her voice was a low, commanding tone.

“You're not getting away that easily, malysh.”

You smiled sheepishly, enjoying the teasing from the older woman, but you needed to put boundaries in place.

“I love your dominance, but I am knackered Wanda, did you want to sleep in my room or your own tonight?”

Wanda's gaze softened at your words, a gentle expression crossing her face. She released your waist from her grip, gently stroking your hips with her thumbs as she considered her answer,

“I don't mind either way, darling. I'm quite happy falling asleep next to you, but if you'd prefer some space tonight, I understand. I can always head back to my room. Though I’d be lying I'd I said I wouldn't miss you.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, holding her hand in yours pulling her to your room

“Oh, no, I guess you'll just have to sleep next to my warm body all night.”

Your words were full of sarcasm as you dragged them out for a few seconds.

Wanda chuckled, allowing herself to be led by you into your room. Once inside, she flopped onto the bed with exaggerated exhaustion.

“Oh, the horror! To be stuck next to your warm, soft, comfortable body all night long. Whatever shall I do?”

She feigned distress, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

You removed your hoodie without thinking twice, having been open and honest with the older woman about your feelings for the last few weeks, and you weren't disappointed to see Wanda's gaze filled with nothing but love and acceptance.

She gently laid down next to you, wrapping her arms around your body and pulling you close to her.

“Get some sleep darling. I'll be right here when you wake up.”

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Wanda cast a watchful eye on you, noticing the slow and deliberate bites you were taking of your noodles. She could sense the struggle within you, the internal battle between wanting to eat and the fear and guilt that held you back. Her heart ached at the sight, and she desperately wanted to help ease your suffering.

She took a bite of her own food, her eyes never leaving yours, as if silently asking you to keep going, to keep taking those small but meaningful bites.

You smiled softly watching as Wanda maintained eye contact. You didn't need to say how much you appreciated her encouragement. You watched her as she got a bit of vegetable on her cheek.

“You klutz”

Wanda couldn't help but chuckle softly at the nickname, her heart fluttering as you gently wiped the stray piece of cabbage off her cheek. She found it endearing how you called her out on her clumsiness, and she couldn't help but blush slightly under your gaze as you stared at her. She playfully rolled her eyes, shaking her head in mock disapproval.

“Oh, shush, you.”

You sat back, placing your noodle pot to your right on the coffee table, watching Wanda continue eating her noodles.

“You're beautiful.”

Your tone was soft, and genuine as you let a small smile spread across your face. Wanda blushed deeply at your unexpected compliment, her heart skipping a beat as she registered your words. She paused mid-bite, her eyes widening briefly before a soft, shy smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

She swallowed the bite of food in her mouth before replying, her cheeks still tinged with a hint of redness.

“You... You think so?”

You adjusted yourself on the sofa, pulling your knees to your chest as you found eye contact with Wanda once again.

“I know so.”

Wanda's heart swelled with a mixture of embarrassment and joy at your words and expression, your confidence in your statement only making her blush deepen. She couldn't help but smile back, her eyes softened with affection as she looked at you bundled up on the couch.

“You really are a charmer, darling.”

She said, her voice filled with a hint of playful sarcasm, before taking another bite of her noodles.

She smiled before a mischievous thought crossed her mind. She was so tired of the serious conversations, and she knew you could use a break from it, she raised her chin slightly smirking to herself.

“So tell me more about this ‘good girl’ thing. You really love it that much huh?”

Your eyes widened slightly, your heart beating a little faster at the sly tone in her voice. You tried to act nonchalant, but a hint of embarrassment tinged your cheeks as you tried to formulate a reply. You were weirdly happy Wanda had brought this up, you hadn't mentioned it outside of sorting things out between you two, and it was something you really wanted to talk about.

“I... I... uhh... well, I wouldn't say I "love" it that much.”

Wanda narrowed her eyes, smirking jokingly. She didn't believe your attempt to brush it off at all and she wanted to remind you that she did eventually want to delve into these sorts of conversations and behaviours, when you were ready.

You had a hint of defensiveness in your voice, although your flushed face betrayed your true feelings.

“Oh really?”

You tried to maintain your composure, attempting to appear calm and casual. However, her smirk and the narrowing of her eyes made it even harder for you to keep up the act.

You swallowed nervously, your cheeks now fully flushed as you continued the denial.

“Yes really… it's just a silly thing, nothing serious.”

Wanda smiled wildly, her voice laced in smugness, keeping up her flirting, pretending as though she believed you.

“Hmm I see.”

She reached across to you, placing a hand on your knee running her finger across it slowly.

“You see, I just assumed by the way you were squirming under my touch, even more so when I called you that.”

Wanda paused, intentionally letting her words soak in.

“That you might've liked it.”

Her eye contact was strong, unwavering as she smirked cockily.

Your cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson as she spoke, your mouth opening and closing in shock at her overly flirty tone and the way she described the situation. You were caught off guard by her sudden boldness, your heart pounding hard in your chest as you realised there was no hiding your true feelings from her anymore.

You fidgeted on the couch, your breath catching in your throat as you made intense eye contact with her, your tongue darting out to wet your lips nervously.

You struggled for words, your mind going blank under Wanda’s intense gaze. The older woman couldn't help but tease you as you fell speechless in front of her.

“I… I…”

“You... You…”

She watched your posture change as she mocked you. Your cheeks burned fiercely as she mocked your stuttering response, your flustered state only making your look even more adorable.

You gave her a mock glare, your eyes narrowing playfully as you tried to regain some semblance of control in the situation.

“You... you're so mean.”

You said, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably as a hint of fondness tinged your voice.

She decided to take this opportunity to really tease you.

“Oh I'm sorry, good girls don't deserve to be treated so cruelly do they?”

Wanda pouted her lips, slightly lowering her chin, still maintaining eye contact.

Your breath caught in your throat as she used the praise again, your heart flipping in your chest at the combination of her pouty lips and the sultry look in her eyes. A shiver ran through your body, and you involuntarily bit your bottom lip, trying to suppress the wave of emotions that washed over you.

You tried to maintain your composure, but the sight of her pouting and gazing at you made it increasingly difficult to deny how much you loved hearing her call you that.

“What? Cat got your tongue?”

Wanda chuckled slightly, she slowly made her way off the sofa, placing her noodles onto the coffee table next to you. She softly moved your legs away from your chest straddling your hips.

Her sentence was full of fake concern. Your eyes widened, your heart rate increasing at the sudden close proximity and the shift in power dynamic. You felt your breath hitch as she spoke, leaving you both flustered and a little vulnerable.

Her words filled with faux concern only made it harder for you to think straight, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to form a coherent response. You managed to find your voice, your words coming out a little breathless.

“You’re such a tease.”

Wanda got up from your lap, smirking widely as she sat on the opposite side of the Sofa.

You took a deep breath, trying to control your racing heart and lustful thoughts.

“You're so adorable when you're nervous like this.”

You took another sharp breath, trying to distract from the sudden warmth travelling across your body.

You looked over at the soggy pot sitting on the coffee table.

“Your noodles will get cold..”

You pointed your head slightly as Wanda shifted her gaze from your red cheeks to the food.

“I've not really got an appetite for noodles anymore.”

You choked on your breath, turning your attention to your lap, trying your best to hide your deepening blush. You cleared your throat as you placed your own noodles down next to Wanda’s now cold pot.

“What do you fancy?”

Wanda quipped an eyebrow at the shorter woman, chuckling softly to herself. She shifted closer to you, tucking herself into your left side.

You placed your hands on your lap huffing softly. You smiled, giving a low hum in return.

“You're such an idiot.”

“That I am… that I am.”

Without warning Wanda moved, pulling your legs down quickly, your head now resting comfortably on the arm rest, without taking a breath, or letting you blink, she moved her legs on either side of your hips, gripping your wrists so they were pinned besides your ears.

Your chest arched slightly, a thick blush consuming your face. Wanda smirked proudly at the shaking figure beneath her. She couldn't wrap her head around how easy it was to fluster you. Usually you were so shut off, flickers of memories of the way you'd stand in mission briefings, rarely giving your input. And now you were beneath her physically begging for something to happen.

Wanda leaned to whisper in your ear, her body pressing closer to yours, still tightly gripping your wrists. You swallowed hard and shook your head lying through your teeth.

“You're really enjoying this aren't you? Being completely helpless like this?”

“No idea what you're on about.”

Wanda chuckled softly, her breath still hot against your ear as she continued.

“Don't lie, I can see right through you. You can deny it all you want, but your hips are contradicting your words.”

She spoke whilst flicking her eyes downwards, bringing your attention to your hips mindlessly grinding against hers. Wanda lowered her lips to yours, smiling against you. The pace was bruising, and desperate. All you could think about was the taste of soft vanilla on her skin.

Wanda pulled back, catching her breath quietly whilst admiring your swollen lips. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, running her right index finger down your jaw to your shirt, smirking at the goosebumps rising. She began speaking between each playful poke against your chest.

“What. Am. I. Going. to do. with you.”

“Whatever you want.”

You looked up through your eyelids, your expression full of desperation, as well as your voice.

Wanda's lips curled into a sly smile at the impatient whimper, her dominant side reveling in the younger woman's submission. She brought her lips to your lower jaw, taking her time to cherish the feeling of your skin.

Your body relaxed instantly focusing on the attention you were receiving as Wanda littered slow, warm kisses across your jaw and neck. Wanda's breath hitched as she felt your body grinding softly up into hers, her smile pressed against your skin. She leaned back, her hands balancing herself on your chest as she whispered, her tone still authoritative and demanding.

Your body once again grinded softly into Wandas, you felt your patience thin already. Wanda let go of your wrists, letting her hands move to the bottom of your shirt. Your breath hitched slightly, your hands awkwardly hovering above hers.

“Look at you, darling. It's so pathetic how desperate you are.”

The dominance in Wanda's voice was faded, replaced by a soft, caring tone. You felt yourself tense. You let one night stands see you exposed after Jenny, but you'd never been in a relationship since, this was serious and you felt your nerves growing. You took a breath, your eyes flickering to Wanda's, seeing nothing short of adoration. You nodded softly.

“Can I take this off?”

Wanda gripped the fabric gently, lifting it slowly, allowing you to sit up slightly to help her pull it over your head. You leaned back leaning on your arms, your breath quickened, anxiety washing over your body. But the cold nerves were forgotten when you felt warm hands tracing patterns on your abdomen, you looked up to see Wanda focused on her hands movements. Her hands moved upwards slowly towards your breasts, tracing your nipples. She smiled softly before leaning over and placing soft kisses along your them.

“You're so gorgeous.”

Her voice was still in a whisper, never opening her eyes as she continued to focus her kisses lower on your torso. You felt your heart warm, you were insecure about being physically vulnerable, for Wanda to simply accept you for who you were, well it made you happy.

Your mind was able to focus on Wanda sitting up again, your eyes locking and buzzing with emotions. Wanda shifted, using her knee to spread your legs slightly, she watched your face, smirking to herself as she pushed her thigh up against you. Your mouth fell open softly, your hips automatically grinding down against it.

Wanda moved her lips back to yours, swallowing the small whimpers that fell from your throat. Hearing you grunting and whining during training always set her off, but hearing you like this was another level.

“Oh god.”

You broke apart the kiss to moan as Wanda pressed her thigh up harder. The pathetic display only made Wanda determined to get more noises out of you. Her lips returned to your jaw, this time her kisses sloppier and faster.

“Such a needy little thing aren't you?”

You felt your hips moving erratically, the stimulation wasn't enough to get you anywhere, but it still felt good enough to work you up.

“What do you want sweet girl?”

Your head clouded as you tried to think, your hips completely moving by their own mind. Wanda's hand was tracing lines down your stomach towards the hem of your trousers.

Her spare hand closed around your left breast, squeezing generously before bringing her lips to wrap around your nipple. Your back arched at the electrical feeling causing you to moan out,

“More.”

Wanda's eyes darkened with desire and authority at your plea, her voice was seductive yet demanding as she whispered in your ear, her hands still tracing patterns on your skin.

“Beg for me, darling.”

Usually you would laugh in the face of someone making you stoop so low, but right now, you felt like if Wanda didn't do anything you would explode like you wouldn't be able to breathe without it.

“Please Wanda, please.”

Wanda's smirk widened at your instant submission, a shiver running down her spine hearing her name fall from your lips. She chuckled softly, her voice condescending.

“That's it, darling. You're such a good girl, aren't you? So good for me.”

You felt goosebumps as Wanda's hand trailed below your waistband, sliding easily to cup your core.

“I'm your good girl.”

You simply moaned as you grinded against her hand, your eyes closing softly. Wanda's eyes glinted with a possessiveness and authority as she heard you speak and confirm your submission, her dominant side completely enveloped her as she whispered in your ear.

“That's right, darling. You're such a good girl for me. And good girls deserve rewards.”

She groaned, her finger continued to tease you, slipping between your folds, her body pressed closely against you, her breath hot against your skin. Wanda brought her lips to yours again, and pushed two fingers slowly into you, curling ever so slightly waiting for your response.

You let out a loud moan, feeling Wanda's fingers hit that one spot that drives you crazy perfectly, your eyes opened softly to meet Wanda's, her smirk grew, satisfied with your reaction. She cocked her head slightly, raising her eyebrows to mimic your expression.

She picked her pace up slightly, letting out a groan as she heard her fingers pump in and out of the you, your wetness making the most sinful noises. Wanda's eyes darkened as she watched your eyes shut suddenly, biting your lip hard to repress your noises.

“No, darling. Let me hear you. I want to hear how good I'm making you feel.”

She whispered in your ear, her fingers continuing to move faster, determined to coax more sounds of pleasure from you. Wanda chuckled softly as you let out a loud groan from a particular hard thrust.

“That's it… just like that.”

Her fingers speeding up even more, each thrust growing harder and more forceful. You felt your stomach curl tight, your eyes squeezed impossibly tight. Your whole body felt hot, but beneath it all you felt safe and comfortable. Enjoying the safety net you had with the older woman balanced above you.

Your hands found comfort on Wanda's shoulder gripping strongly. Your walls throbbed and tightened around Wanda's digits, and she smiled softly at your expression. She felt a possessiveness run through her as she raised her hand to grip your jaw.

“Look at me.”

Her voice was stern yet soft, and when you opened your eyes you were met with hers, glowing a soft red, and suddenly the coil in you tightened to a point you didn't know it could reach. It was like every part of your skin was being hugged, it was unfamiliar but warm and secure.

“Oh my g-”

Your words were cut off by Wanda's lips on your, you rolled your eyes closed as Wanda whined against your lips, her tongue swiping at your bottom lip, reaching in and tasting your tongue and teeth. Your hands lowered to grip her arms. And as Wanda pulled back her eyes brighter than before, the coil became moments away from snapping.

“That's it, just let go, I've got you.”

Wanda’s voice lost all of its dominant facade, instead it was replaced by sincerity, her spare hand coming to hold yours, grounding you both to this moment.

Your walls finally stopped suffocating, instead spasming around Wanda's fingers, as your thighs shook.

The eye contact between you was a nonverbal communication of confession and pleasure. And as your body stopped convulsing. Wanda pulled her fingers from your underwear, bringing them to her lips and sucking softly, moaning quietly at the taste.

You felt your mind go blank at the display, but before you could form a thought, Wanda moved. Laying herself across you, her cheek resting on your bare chest, listening to your rapid heartbeat. You brought your hands to Wanda's hair as you caught your breath, scratching her scalp slightly. Neither of you knew what to say, but in the same scenario, you weren't sure if anything needed to be said. After a few minutes of silence. Wanda spoke softly.

“Let's get you up and into a bath hm?”

She got up from the sofa, reaching her hand out for you to take it. You stood up hesitantly as you were some-what half asleep.

You both slowly made your way to your bedroom. You were glad the compound was still quiet, meaning everyone was sound asleep.

You sat slowly on the edge of your bed, smiling up at Wanda. She reached out caressing your cheek softly before moving into the bathroom to start running the bath, the sound of water filling the air.

You both stayed in silence whilst the bath ran, enjoying the strange tranquillity of the quiet. Once the bath was run, Wanda pushed herself off the door frame where she'd been standing, cupping your face softly before placing a gentle kiss to your forehead, breathing in deeply.

Your eyes shut appreciating the gesture, before taking a breath speaking softly,

“Can you um… can you wait here, I won't be long I just, I don't want you seeing me naked.”

Wanda paused for a moment, a flicker of concern passed over her face. She could see the discomfort and vulnerability in your expression. She nodded gently, her expression soft and understanding.

“Of course, Malysh. I'll wait here, don't worry. Take your time. Just come out and call me when you're done, alright?”

Your chest swelled hearing Wanda's accent, the softness of her tone making you melt.

“I'll leave the bathroom door open, you can sit next to the doorway.”

Wanda smiled softly, appreciating the compromise you offered. She nodded in agreement.

“Of course. I'll sit by the doorway, that way we can still talk and spend some time together without you feeling uncomfortable. How does that sound?”

You stood up slowly, kissing Wanda gently,

“Perfect.”

Wanda took a seat next to the door as you disappeared into the bathroom. She listened to the soft sounds of water, finding a sense of safeness in the space.

“Was that okay for you?”

She spoke with a hint of anxiety, wanting to make sure everything you did was mutual and not a spur of the moment experience.

“It was more than okay, thank you for taking care of me Wands.”

Wanda smiled to herself, playing with her finger slightly. She thought back, appreciating your reactions and sounds, how you felt safe beneath her, it made her feel happy you were comfortable enough to be that level of vulnerable with her.

“So those noodles were pretty good… sorry you didn't get to finish them.”

You chuckled to yourself, which made Wanda let out a hard breath of amusement,

“You cheeky thing… yes as good as the noodles were, they weren't really what I was craving.”

You smiled to yourself satisfied with her response, you sunk your head into the water, waer, washing your hair thoroughly. You took your time not rushing the much needed stimulation of the bath water.

“Hey Wands?”

You called out softly after sitting back up, Wanda sat up straight leaning slightly closer to the doorway listening intently to your voice,

“Yes Malysh what is it?”

You took a shaky breath, unsure you were ready for the answer Wanda might give you.

“Was… I okay?”

Wanda's expression softened, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as she listened to your question. She chuckled softly, knowing full well how much she had enjoyed your intimate moment together.

“Oh darling, you have no idea how much I enjoyed every single second, every touch, every sound, every kiss.”

She paused, her voice filled with a hint of desire.

“You were more than okay, malysh. It was.. you were incredible.”

You smiled to yourself satisfied, bringing your soapy hands to your arms, before sneering your face at the slight sting, cleaning the sweat from your skin.

“Okay I just wanted to be sure, I was worried maybe I wasn't like how you might have expected..”

Wanda paused for a moment again, her voice full of affection,

“I appreciate you checking in sweetheart. You're always so thoughtful and considerate.”

You washed off the last of the soap from your torso, your fingers tracing over your scars slowly, feeling the ghost of Wanda's touch on your skin. You felt a slight buzz across your arms and thighs, a numbness from the constant sting.

“I'll be done soon, sorry to keep you waiting.”

Wanda listened as she heard the rustling sounds of you washing yourself, her face set in a slight frown hearing the lack of lucidity from your voice.

“It's alright, darling. Don't apologise. Take your time. I'll be right here.”

She shifted slightly in her seat, her eyes fixed on the open doorway, her protective instincts on high alert.

You sat up slowly, your eyes feeling heavy, you called out weakly.

“I love you..”

Wanda perked up at your words, her heart fluttering in her chest. She couldn't help the child like smile that spread across her face.

“I love you too darling. So much.”

She leaned closer to the doorway again, her voice filled with admiration. Chuckling at her own contradiction.

“Hurry up and get out of there, I can't wait to hold you.”

You laughed to yourself at the older woman's impatience climbing out of the lukewarm water. You dried yourself promptly, donning a pair of black joggers as well as a loose fitted black shirt. Wanda's gaze immediately softened as she saw you turn the corner, her eyes taking in the sight of you in your chosen attire. She smiled gently, a warm feeling spreading through her chest as she looked up at you from her spot on the floor. Her expression was filled with a mix of concern and affection.

“Hey, darling. You okay?”

She reached out a hand, gesturing for you to take it. She wanted to pull you closer, to hold you in her arms. Of course she did lifting you to your bed,

“Yeah I'm okay, just tired.”

Wanda chuckled softly, and you allowed her to lead you to the bed. She held you closely, her legs feeling a bit shaky from sitting on the floor for so long, or maybe it was just because of the sight of you in those joggers and hoodie.

You sat down on the bed, quickly making yourselves comfortable,

“Tired, I can't imagine why.”

You chuckled as you climbed across the bed to lay down, Wanda opened her arms to you. She smiled, her expression filled with affection, you laid down next to her, snuggling up against her, your head resting on her shoulder. She wrapped her arm around your waist, pulling you closer to her, relishing in the feel of your warm body against hers.

“Mmm… You're so comfy.”

You breathed deeply as sgr kissed your head softly. You and Wanda rarely shared moments like this as you hadn't actually slept together yet, you were worried you would have one of your nightmares around her, disturbing her sleep.

Tonight however you felt different, less anxious,

“So are you Wands.”

Wanda snuggled even closer to you, bringing your head to rest on her chest, and you listened to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. She let out a small sigh of contentment, her hand tracing small circles on your back.

“I could stay like this forever. Just holding you, feeling your warmth, listening to your heartbeat…”

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You were sitting comfortably on the edge of one of the sofas in the common room. You were leaning forward with your head in your hand crying softly. You didn't know why you were like this, you didn't know why you couldn't simply talk about what was bothering you, it wasn't hard. You just made it difficult.

Wanda entered the common room and spotted you immediately. Her heart ached at the sight of you, hunched over and crying quietly. She walked over to the younger woman slowly, sitting down next to you on the sofa and hesitantly placing a hand on your back.

“Hey…”

You didn't hesitate, moving away from her touch instantly. You got up walking to your bedroom immediately. Your head was screaming at you internally, just open up to her, I can't just talk to her, i can't, just let her in, i can't.

Wanda was taken aback by your reaction, her heart sinking as she watched you get up and quickly walk away. She knew that you were trying to shut her out, but she wasn't going to give up so easily. She got up and quickly followed you to your bedroom, gently knocking on the door.

“Darling, please... open the door.”

You sucked in a harsh breath, you wanted so badly to open the door, but you just couldn't do it. Your tone was broken, completely desperate.

“Wanda you keep doing this, I just need space.”

Wanda's heart ached at your words. She knew she was being pushy, but the thought of you shutting her out, of not being able to help you with whatever pain you were going through was killing her.

“Darling, I just want to help you. I don't like seeing you hurt…”

Your voice travelled back through the door completely defeated.

“Please go.”

Wanda's heart sank even further at the sound of your deflated voice. The thought of leaving you alone in that state broke her heart.

“Sweetheart... please, don't shut me out. Let me help.”

She heard your voice one last time, a begging tone through your tears.

“Please.”

Wanda let out a shaky breath. She understood that you needed time alone.

“Okay... I'll go... for now.”

She whispered, her voice tight with emotion. She turned away from the door and walked away, each step feeling heavy and reluctant.

You laid back onto this bed, staring at your ceiling as you allowed yourself to breathe. You played with your fingers for a minute before bringing them to your teeth, biting them anxiously. You kept telling yourself you wanted to open up to Wanda. To tell her why you are the way you are, your childhood, Jenny, everything.you just couldn't bring yourself to it.

Exhaustion took over your body and you fell asleep quickly, your thoughts eating you in your sleep.

It was a restless night for Wanda, tossing and turning in her bed. She couldn't stop thinking about you, about the way you had reacted to her touch, about the pain and sorrow she could see in your eyes.

She must have gotten only a couple hours of sleep, and when morning came she got out of bed, already feeling exhausted. She spent the morning pacing back and forth, trying to decide whether to knock on your door or to wait for you.

Eventually, her worry got the best of her, she made her way next door knocking softly on your door.

“y/n? You awake?”

You woke softly looking at your clock, 3pm, it was really late and clear you had slept in. Your room was dark with your curtains still shut. You rolled over facing the wall, refusing to get out of bed yet, still exhausted from both emotional problems, and not having eaten properly in while.

You rolled your eyes. You didn't know why Wanda’s presence was irritating but right now you weren't in the mood to talk. You curled up tighter on your bed ignoring the knock at the door.

Wanda's heart sank at the lack of response. She knew something was wrong, you were acting strange and distant, and the thought of you shutting her out was still tearing her apart. She knocked on the door again, a little louder this time.

“y/n, please... can I come in?”

Wanda could feel her impatience growing. She wanted to respect your space, but the thought that you were in there, alone and hurting, and she couldn't be there for you was driving her crazy.

“Please talk to me.”

She called through the door, desperation creeping into her voice. She knocked at the door again, her hand trembling slightly.

You stood up, frustrated, pulling the door open so Wanda could see you. You spun around with your arms out in a mocking tone.

“See, you can see I'm okay, now please leave me alone.”

You slammed the door slightly in her face not giving her time to respond before getting back into bed.

Wanda stood there, stunned, as the door slammed in her face. She was hurt and frustrated by your angry tone and the way he had brushed her off. She took a step back, her mind racing with a mixture of emotions.

She wanted to burst through the door and demand that you talk to her, but she knew that would just make things worse. Instead, she stood there for a moment, trying to calm down and decide what to do next.

She felt restless, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, and the thought of you being in pain alone was all she could focus on. She took a deep breath, a determination in her eyes.

She knocked on the door again, her voice firm.

“y/n, open this door. We need to talk. Darling, I'm worried about you. You're not being yourself, and something's clearly bothering you. Let me in so we can talk about it, please.”

She let her hand knock on the door again, dropping it to her side. She was starting to lose her patience. Your stubbornness was beginning to frustrate her, and she couldn't understand why you were being so dismissive. She knocked once again, her voice louder,

“y/n, stop being stubborn and just talk to me! I can't stand seeing you like this. Please, let me in.”

Wanda looked at the lock on the door contemplating using her abilities to open it, but she knew that was a boundary she shouldn't cross. Her head snapped up finally hearing your voice through the door.

“If you can't stand seeing me like this, why do you want to come in?”

The older woman let out a frustrated sigh. She couldn't figure out your logic, but she knew that she needed to be patient and stay calm.

“That's not what I meant, and you know it.”

She took a deep breath.

“I just want to be there for you. Please, let me come inside and talk. I promise I won't judge, or push. I just want to help.”

You laughed in irony, speaking sarcastically as he sat up in his bed.

“Or push? Wanda you're already pushing.”

You listened out, a moment of silence before you heard her take a deep breath in, her voice pleading.

“I just… I'm worried about you. Something’s bothering you, that much is obvious. And I just want to be there for you and help you through it.”

You rolled over once again facing the wall, but you heard the door lock click. As you looked over at the entrance to your room, you could see Wanda had used her powers to unlock it, and she was now making her way to the bed. You rolled to face her, throwing a pillow over your face squeezing it tightly. Your words were muffled by the pillow.

“Fuck me Wanda.”

Wanda felt guilty, but also determined. She approached the bed, sitting down on the edge and reached a hand over you onto your back gently.

“I know you're annoyed with me, and I get it, but you can't keep shutting me out. You won't talk to me, and I'm just trying to help.”

You continued to talk through his pillow, squeezing it tighter,

“I don't want to talk.”

Wanda could hear the pain and vulnerability in your voice, even through the layers of fabric. She wanted so badly to help, to make things better, but your were being so unbelievably stubborn.

“Darling you can't keep everything bottled up inside. It's not healthy, and it's hurting you, I can see that.”

You removed the pillow from your face, your cheeks burning as you huffed. Refusing to let your walls down, you spoke sternly.

“Right, and what am I supposed to tell you exactly?”

The older woman thought for a moment, her hand still rubbing your back gently. She wanted to choose her words carefully, to make sure she would say the right thing.

“I just want to know what's going on in that head of yours. Why are you shutting me out? Why do you keep flinching when I touch you? I just… I want to understand.”

You rolled over, shifting away from Wanda's touch, facing away from her now. Your brain yelled at you to stay silent. Your eyes widened slightly at the woman's broken tone.

“Please. Talk to me”

You felt overwhelmed from your head screaming at you, constantly throwing contradicting thoughts at you. You snapped, raising your voice slightly.

“I don't know why you're being so pushy, you keep saying you want to be here for me and you can see I'm hurting, but you're making it worse!”

You didn't mean the last part of your outburst. It had simply fallen from your mouth before you could stop it. You stared at the wall as you waited for a response, the tension thick.

Wanda felt like someone had just kicked her in the gut. Your words stung more than you had anticipated, and it took a moment to compose herself. She couldn't understand why you were being so defensive, so closed off.

“Worse? You… you think I'm making it worse?”

You sighed softly scratching your scalp as you thought of a better string of words.

“That's not what I meant… I just meant you keep trying to come in and talk to me, but I just want to be alone and sleep.”

Wanda felt conflicted emotions washing over her. She understood that you wanted space and time alone, but she couldn't help but wonder whether that was what you needed. She took a deep breath, trying to push her own need to help.

“I get that you want space, and I'll give it to you if you really want me to. But can you please just tell me why you're so closed off with me? Why can't you confide in me?”

You felt guilty, bringing your knees into yourself. You weren't sure how you could answer, you didn't know the answer yourself.

“I don't know.”

Wanda felt the urge to reach and hold you, but she resisted, not wanting to make things worse. She sat there silently for a moment, listening to the sound of your shaky breathing.

“y/n/n…”

She started, her own voice cracking with emotion. You gripped yourself tighter, closing your eyes tightly as you spoke.

“I'm sorry. I want to. I just can't.”

There was a moment of silence again, before Wanda motioned for you to roll over. You hesitantly did so, searching Wanda's eyes for any form of understanding.

Wanda could see the tears swimming in your eyes. She saw the vulnerability in your expression, and she longed to just reach out and wrap her arms around you. She begged once more.

“Please just tell me what's going on. Let me in please.”

You shut your eyes again, huffing in frustration at yourself, disappointed he was hurting Wanda like this.

“Wanda I can't.”

Wanda's own frustrations were building up again. She wanted so badly to help you, to understand why you were pushing her away, to understand why you couldn't open up but she didn't.

“Why?! Why can't you? Why won't you talk to me? I just want to help you. I want to make things better.”

You covered your face with your hands trying to find the right words. Speaking faster than you could think.

“I know you do. I know you want to help, and I love you for it. But I just can't let you in, I'm too scared to let you in.”

‘I love you’ those three simple words sent a jolt through Wanda's heart, her breath catching in her chest. She hadn't expected to hear them, and by the look on your face you hadn't expected to say them. Her mind was swirling with emotions. Her hand automatically reached out towards you, as if to pull you closer, but she hesitated, not wanting to push you too far.

“You… You love me?”

Your face burned red embarrassment, but you let yourself soften, speaking through a low laugh.

“Of course I do dummy.”

Wanda's heart skipped a beat at your admission. The feeling of love and affection filling her chest was almost overwhelming. She watched the redness creep up on your face, a small smile tugged at her lips.

“Don't be embarrassed. I… I love you too idiot.”

Your eyes widened, smiling softly as you sniffed your tears away,

“Really?”

Wanda returned your smile, her heart swelling with love and tenderness for you. She gently reached out to wipe away a tear that had escaped down your cheek, her touch soft and caring.

“Of course, I've loved you for a long time now.

Wanda's chest ached as she saw your soft smile. She wanted to pull you into her arms, to hold you tightly and never let go. But she could still sense the tension in your body, the hesitance in your eyes.

“Darling… please, just… Can you tell me what's so frightening? Why can't you let me in?”

Wanda watched the younger woman, she could see the internal battle you were fighting, and she longed to understand what it was.

“y/n. You can trust me. No matter what it is, I won't judge you. I just… I need to know. I want to help you.”

You sat up slightly, leaning back against your head board. Wiping your eyes dry as you spoke clearly.

“I'm worried,”

You paused looking into Wanda's eyes. The truth was, you had spent the last few years blaming yourself for Jenny's death, that you had driven her to take her life. You were so terrified you might do the same to Wanda.

“I'm worried you'll get fed up with me. I'm not easy, you said it yourself I'm already making things hard for you. I don't want to burden you with all my baggage.”

Your chin trembled slightly as you spoke, memories of your girlfriend overdosing in your arms overwhelming you.

Wanda could sense what you was implying, your words hung in the air, each one cutting through her like a knife. She could feel your pain and the fear in your voice, the trauma that still haunted you. It ran through her that you thought she would get fed up, that you were a burden, when all she wanted to do was help.

“y/n, listen to me, please.”

“You are not a burden. I'm not going to get fed up with you, I care about you way too much. I've put up with enough of your bullshit antics to want to leave you now.”

Her voice was firm but tender as she spoke, looking directly into your eyes. Your eyes flooded with tears, your gaze falling to the bed sheets.

“I want to believe you.”

Wanda's eyes softened further as she saw the tears streaming down your face.

“You can believe me. I promise you, you are not a burden. I care about you, more than you could ever know. And whatever baggage you have, whatever pain you are carrying, it doesn't make you a burden. It's a part of you, and I want to help you carry it. I want to shoulder it with you.”

You reached for Wanda's hand, squeezing it silently, smiling softly as you returned your gaze to meet hers. It was a small sign of trust, a crack in the wall that you had built up around yourself. Wanda squeezed your hand back gently, her thumb running small circles against your skin.

“Can I… ask you something?”

You responded, nodding firmly, hiding the anxiety that filled you.

“Anything?”

She took a breath, pushing past the guilt she felt when your voice cracked slightly.

“Remember earlier, when you kept flinching at my touch?”

There was a moment of silence between you two before Wanda continued. She already knew the answer to the question, just like before, but she needed to hear it from you.

“Why… why does it hurt you when I touch you?”

You took a deep breath, pulling away slightly as you sat up straight.

“Do you remember when you grabbed my arm, when I was cleaning the floor after my walk the other day.

You nodded slightly, hoping she'd understand what you were referring to. You watched as her expression softened, trembling slightly. Wanda looked back up at you, her eyes filled with sadness and concern.

“Darling… why?”

Wanda suddenly remembered the previous conversation, and understood you might not want to explain it again.

“It's alright. You don't have to explain it again.”

She paused for a moment, her mind racing with thoughts.

“But just… Please promise me one thing?”

You looked up, not knowing if you could promise what you knew she was going to ask.

“Please promise me this… don't hurt yourself. If it gets too hard, if you feel like you can't handle it anymore, come to me. Don't turn to hurting yourself as a way to cope.”

You closed your eyes out of guilt, speaking through the lump in your throat.

“Wanda I can't promise that I'm sorry.”

Wanda swallowed hard, trying to keep her emotions in check. She knew she had to be careful with her words.

“Please just try. Try to come to me instead. I.. I don't want you to hurt, I want to help you.”

You nodded firmly, telling

Yourself you would try your very hardest, for both Wanda and yourself. Wanda breathed a soft sigh of relief. It wasn't a definitive promise, but it was something. She knew it would take time for you to learn to lean on her instead, but she was hopeful that you would get it eventually. She squeezed your hand again, her thumbs rubbing small circles against your skin.

“Thank you, y/k. That's all I'm asking, please be easy on yourself okay? You're already dealing with so much, you don't need to add more pain to it.”

Wanda took a deep breath, trying to mentally rehearse her words in her head before speaking. She could feel her heart racing in her chest, nervousness and a hint of guilt running through her.

“When we sorted things out, the other night, I suggested sleeping with you. Why did you insist you sleep alone?”

You took another breath, turning his body so it was facing the same way as Wandas, leaning slightly on her shoulder. Wanda felt her body grow warm, smiling deeply at another small crack in your walls.

“I have these recurring nightmares, but they usually lead to panic attacks in the morning.”

Wanda's chest tightened slightly. She had seen you experience panic attacks before, just as the rest of the team had it wasn't something you could hide. But the thought of you going through that pain regularly was really overwhelming.

“I'm so sorry you have to go through that y/n.”

She reached her hand up, gently running her fingers through your hair in a soothing gesture.

“Can you tell me more about the nightmares? What do they involve?”

This was particularly difficult for you to talk about, but you were trying.

“I uhm… I just see Jenny in my arms…”

You took deep breaths trying not to tear up at the thought. A lump formed in Wanda's throat as she listened, desperately wanting to comfort you and take away your pain.

“I'm so sorry you have to relive that again and again… how often do you have these nightmares? Do you have them every night?”

You nodded slowly, staying against Wanda's shoulder, you raised your hand slightly as you spoke.

“Almost always.”

Wanda paused, her voice filled with a mixture of sadness and frustration for you.

“y/n… that's… that's just awful.”

You smiled softly letting your tears fall as your voice remained calm,

“It's okay, I've learnt to manage it.”

It wasn't okay, it wasn't fair on you that you had to “manage” such a heavy burden.

“Darling, it's not okay. You shouldn't have to suffer like this.”

She moved apart slightly, wiping the tears away from your cheeks.

“Is there anything I can do to help you.. to ease your pain, even just a little.”

You shook your head, guilty that you could make Wanda feel so useless, you smiled softly trying to keep the mood light.

“Was there anything else you wanted to ask about?”

Wanda took a deep breath as her eyes met yours,

“You… your passing out thing that happened earlier?”

Wanda noticed your shift in gaze downwards towards your lap concern and worry etched across your face.

“y/n, please look at me.”

She gently touched your chin, tilting your head so you were looking at her.

“Can you tell me more about it?”

You took a deep breath in, this was the hardest of the topics to talk about, you shook your head trying to focus.

“I just… I hadn't eaten in a while.”

Wanda's stomach churned at the realisation that you had been skipping meals to the point of exhaustion depriving yourself of food.

“When was the last time you ate?”

She wasn't even sure if she was ready for the answer, but she needed to know.

“I had an apple earlier, but besides that… I don't remember.”

Wanda's whole body ached, she never realised how serious the situation was until now. She wanted to pull you into a tight embrace and hold you, protecting you from the harm you were causing yourself.

“Darling… oh my darling.”

She adjusted her hand to cup your cheek, studying your face. Her voice was a mix of sorrow and concern.

“That's extremely dangerous. You… you've been doing this for how long?”

You huffed, your tears falling harder, relaxing into Wanda's touch.

“Since I was a kid?”

Your lip trembled as you spoke.

“Maybe since I was 10?”

You paused again,

“10 years?”

Wanda's heart shattered at your confession. Ten years of this behaviour… ten years of forcing yourself not to eat, causing yourself harm. It was beyond comprehension, and the thought of you suffering in silence for so long… it was too much.

“y/n… my darling, that's…”

She struggled for words, overwhelmed by the weight of your revelation. Her eyes filled with sorrow as she spoke.

“It's been going on for… that long? Why didn't you tell me?”

Wanda's question remained unanswered, so she filled the space, speaking softly.

“you… you shouldn't have had to keep this to yourself.”

She gently continued wiping your tears away.

“Why… why didn't you tell someone? Anyone?”

You spoke through sniffs trying to clear your snotty nose,

“It seemed stupid, maybe childish.”

The conversation went on for a few hours. You opened up willingly, and Wanda reassured you, she wasn't going anywhere, that you deserved to eat, that you weren't childish for your mindset.

You couldn't express your gratitude enough, the simple conversation making you feel more and more accepted by Wanda.

After Wanda had her questions answered, and you were too tired to talk, you both agreed to spend the day in bed watching movies.

Later on in the evening you and Wanda decided to order Chinese, isolating yourselves from the team this evening.