summary: in which wanda wants you to keep her strap warm while she works.
warnings: the literal title, top!wanda, use of strap-on (if you didn’t get that already), r receiving, teasing, pet names,degradation, strap-on usage (again, in case anyone hasn’t gotten it by now), ~slightly~ public sex
this post is for18+ only. minors: do not interact.
SUMMARY: Wanda doesn’t have anything left to lose, except you.
I slip the key into the lock and twist the doorknob, entering the apartment I’d been sharing with Wanda for us to recuperate in ever since the battle against Thanos’ forces, and then being snapped out of existence only to have to fight him again, five years later, though it only felt like minutes to us. I had the money and the means to live on my own, true, but I’d grown close to Wanda in our time on the run and I knew the death of Vision was hitting her hard. I set down the groceries on the counter and call out to my friend to let her know I’m home. She doesn’t reply, but this doesn’t worry me until ten minutes later when I’ve finished unpacking the food and started preparing her favourite dinner, chicken paprikash.
I stop stirring the wooden spoon in the pot and sigh. “Wanda?” I call out again. “You need to eat, sweetie, please.”
I hear a door slowly swing open and muted footsteps as she pads into the room. She freezes like a deer in headlights the moment she reaches me, slowly glancing down into the pot with horror. Her eyes well with tears.
“Wanda?” I drop the spoon and circle the counter quickly, holding her close as she starts sobbing into my shoulder. “Wanda, what’s wrong?”
“Vision— he made— always made it for me—” She screws her eyes shut and buries her face deeper in my neck. I hold onto her arms and slowly lower us to the floor, pulling her into my lap and rocking her back and forth soothingly. In my mind, I’m cursing myself, having just remembered that it was indeed what Vision made for her when they got the chance in their two years on the run. I rub circles into her back, hoping that she’ll calm down enough for me to apologise, wishing I had another arm to knock the whole pot of dinner into the garbage so she wouldn’t have to look at it.
We stay in this position for an uncountable amount of time, all I know is that it was long enough for my legs to start aching from her weight. Eventually, though, I manage to instruct her through breathing exercises and comfort her enough that her sobs cease into small whimpers, and those into even smaller sniffles, until finally she reaches the stage we always seem to end up at: numbness.
Her expression is blank. She stares into the distance, eyes puffy and red and lined with bags.
“Where have you gone?” I ask gently.
“You’re all I have left,” comes her soft reply.
“Wanda,” I squeeze her shoulders. “That’s not true.”
She shakes her head, eyes suddenly wide. “What if … something happens. Stark’s bomb. Ultron. Thanos. I can’t live through any more loss, (Y/N), please, you have to understand what I’ve done.”
I reel back in confusion. “What are you talking about, Wanda? What did you do?”
“Now is no time to mourn. That’s what he said, when he killed him. Now is no time at all.” A deep crimson colour replaces her sad, green eyes. My heart beats a little faster.
“Wanda.”
She meets my eyes. Red tendrils of her power seep around us, embalming us. “I have to protect you.”
a/n: my little cousin came up with the title dw i did not let her read this story
It is so quiet you begin to wonder whether you’re the only one left on the planet. You’re standing on the beach, but there is no ocean in sight, just miles of wet sand ahead of you. You see a fish flapping its scaly body around, left behind by the water that not long ago gave it life. The fish was instinctively trying to survive. You could no longer relate to the small animal. It was fighting to live. You have no fight left in you. You’re ready to succumb to the inevitability of the approaching storm, the tsunami. You know it’s coming. Where else would the ocean have gone? It left, built itself up, and is now on its way back in full force, to ruin you. To destroy all that you have built.
You look over your shoulder in search of higher ground. You see what looks like dozens of buildings, but they’re not really buildings. They’re sketches of buildings; your sketches. And they’re all burning. The flames are huge and they’re only getting bigger as they close in on you. You turn your head back around and face the sand. You know you can only go forward if you want to get away from the fire, but before you can move you notice the ocean has decided it was time to come back. You watch, paralysed, as its waves slowly rise over the horizon.
It feels like the ground shakes beneath your feet as your hands shoot to the sides of your head. You crouch down into an almost-fetal position at the unexpected ear-piercing screeching of a siren blast erupting through the air. It’s so loud your ears are having trouble getting used to it even once the initial shock of the unforeseen sound subsides. Impossibly, the siren is drowned out by an almost animal-like roar sounding from the growing wave in front of you.
You’re stuck.
You don’t want to turn around out of fear of what you might see, but you can feel the burning heat on your back, which must mean the fire has spread and is now dangerously close to you. You shut your eyes, and continue to crouch, resting your head on your knees and wrapping your arms around your head. The sirens continue to blast, barely silenced by the arms covering your ears, as you are enveloped in darkness - the wave towering over you blocking out the sun. You brace yourself for impact, but it never comes.
You were expecting to either be engulfed by flames or by the crashing waves. Instead, in a snap, you find yourself on a little wooden boat. The orange-pink hues of the sunset are reflecting against the calm, quiet ocean as your boat gently rocks with the tide. Just a second ago your heart felt like it was about to give out, but now you are overcome by calmness. The ocean, the same ocean that threatened to drown you a second ago, is now cradling you.
Your brain doesn’t even think to question the strangeness of the situation. You’re in a trance, brain empty, as you stare ahead at the setting sun. The crashing sense of anguish no longer overwhelming your senses.
You’re too distracted to notice the chain around your ankle. Too distracted to see the weight that the chain is attached to. You don’t notice the hole at the side of your boat, and you don’t feel the water as it comes in contact with your bare feet. The danger is slowly creeping in but the sunset setting over the horizon is holding you hostage with its hypnotizing beauty. The false sense of safety remains throughout. Your eyes do not blink, they do not move as your whole body becomes submerged underwater. Only once your eyes are forced shut by the salty water do you snap out of it. You start kicking your feet in a desperate attempt to swim up but the weight around your ankle is too heavy, it continues to pull you down towards the seabed as your lungs fill with the freezing cold water. Your muffled screams are the last thing you hear before the world stops entirely.
Your eyes shoot open, and you sit up in bed as you start gasping for air. You feel your hands shake as you attempt to get up and stand on your unsteady legs. The room is dark and your chest hurts from your heaving lungs. Placing your hand over your heart you feel its violent beating, as you use your other hand to hold onto the railing and walk down the stairs. Covered in a thin layer of sweat and gasping for air, you’re careful not to trip over Teresa’s shoes as you grab your hoodie and slowly make your way outside. The cold air of the night sends a shiver down your spine and the shock of it seems to calm the anxiety caused by your dream. As you stare up at the stars, you manage to take in a deep breath for the first time since you woke up. The moon is full and bright, but your attention is brought to the neighbouring house as a light turns on in one of the upstairs rooms.
“Fuck it.” you say to no one, as you reach down to pick up one of the pebbles that decorate May’s flower bed. Hoisting your body up on the tall fence that separates your houses in hope of getting better aim, you expertly throw it at the window. You watch as soon after the curtains open and a man comes into view and begins to open the window.
A string of curses leaves your mouth as you let yourself fall off of the fence, wincing at the pain that shoots through your leg when your body makes impact with the ground. You duck, pressing your body into the fence hoping he didn’t see you in the dark night. You hear the window close and sigh as you rest your tired body on the ground. The grass is wet with dew as you relax onto it. Feeling it tickle the back of your neck, you look up at the stars again. The lack of light pollution covers the night skies beautifully with little lights. Stars exploding millions of light-years away. You’re trying not to think about the nightmare you just had, pressing your palm against your chest again you note that your heart no longer feels like it’s trying to punch its way through your rib cage. Eventually, the coldness of the night becomes uncomfortable, and make your way back to the house.
—
The next day you wake up determined. Determined to leave it all behind. Finally, get closure and move on with your life. You think about Kate. The girl that has stood by your side throughout all of this. The one who has loved you in ways you were never able to reciprocate. You think about how much you want to be able to love her the way she loves you. You have to do this not only for yourself and your own wellbeing but also for her, for the life you and she could have. You need to find a way to close this long and painful chapter of your life. You need to at least try to make things work.
The first step is to leave the house, and go out into the garden. The fence separating your house and Wanda’s is slightly taller than you, made of thick dark brown wood, with only a small space between each panel. The space is big enough for you to see movement on the other side as you sit out on the porch with a cup of hot tea in hand. From what you can make out Wanda is in the garden. She’s wearing a summer hat which you find odd considering it’s the middle of autumn and the sun is hidden behind grey clouds.
Your annoyance continues to increase steadily as your mind works, tirelessly trying to come up with a way to approach her. You saw Daniel leave a few minutes ago so now is the perfect chance but you just can’t seem to get up from your chair. You wonder if she knows you’re watching her. She used to tell you she could always feel when you were around. She said it felt like attaching a magnet to a fridge. The satisfying pull of the two things meant to be together, madeto be together. The thought of just walking up to her like you used to do when you were younger crosses your mind. Just walk up to her, and squish your face between two of the planks of wood on the fence between you. Make a stupid face. Hear the laugh you haven’t heard in years. Now you’re sad. Feeling this many emotions within such little time doesn’t seem normal. You try to ignore it and place your cup down before you head over to the fence.
Now or never.
You’re chanting you can do this with each step you take. Closer. Closer. The closer to the fence you are the easier it is to see her, she takes your breath away just like she used to when you were younger. Taking a deep breath, trying to control your thoughts you remind yourself she isn’t yours anymore. You are not allowed to feel these things for a married woman. The only thing you’re here for is to patch things up and move on.
Move on. You lean against the fence and knock on it.
She turns around, slightly startled by the knock. You don’t say a word. Only look at her. There’s a silent exchange between the two of you. A lot is said without anything being said at all.
I miss you. I hate you. Why did you leave?
I miss you. I love you. I’m sorry.
You see the sadness in her eyes.
“Can we talk?” the words barely reach your ears as they escape your mouth, and you hope she heard them, you only have so much strength and you don’t want to waste it.
—
She stands by the front door as you make your way through the gate and walk to her. Her hands are covered in dirt and mud as she awkwardly plays with the shears in her hands. The tension in the air is thick and you begin to wish you just booked the first plane to Amsterdam and never looked back. That might have been a better option.
You sit on one of the stools in the kitchen leaning your forearms on the cold marble counter as Wanda washes the dirt off her hands. The house looks exactly the same as it did the last time you were here. The stool you’re sitting on has a slight crack on its side from the time Wanda knocked it over. You try not to think about that night. Remembering the vulnerability you showed her, the way you cried, and begged for her to stay only for her to still leave anyway. It makes you feel stupid, embarassed.
“Would you like some tea?”
It’s the first full, clear sentence Wanda has said to you in years. Ignoring the limited and muttered ‘yes’ and 'hello’ she spoke to you on your way here. Her voice is more mature, raspier, deeper, and her accent is more prominent than it used to be. It sends a shiver down your spine.
“No thank you, I just had some.” you cringe at the formality of the interaction.
She nods and fidgets by the sink clearly unsure of what to do.
“Can you come sit?”
She moves the bar stool back a little so as to not be too close to you, and sits down.
“Why are you wearing a straw hat in autumn?” you ask lightheartedly, trying to smile as sincerely as you can. Desperate to ease the awkwardness of the situation. Touching her is second nature to you and you have to consciously stop yourself from reaching out and moving a loose strand of hair out of her face as she speaks.
“My hair is messy.”
You thought being this close to her again, talking to her again, would hurt. But all you feel is desire. Want. You want to touch her. To hold her. Kiss her. You want to run your hand through her messy hair. It’s blond now, and it looks beautiful. She looks beautiful to you, she always has. You want to tell her. You want to whisper it in her ear while your fingers are knuckles deep inside her. You want to hear her moan and feel her squirm under you. You want to feel the way she would clench around your fingers. You want to tease her and pull out right before. You want to taste her. You want to feel her around your tongue and taste her as you finally let her cum.
She clears her throat and fidgets under your intense gaze.
“Sorry.” you mumble.
“It’s okay. I missed you looking at me like that.” she admits as she looks into your eyes. The green in them seems darker than it used to be.
“Like what?” there’s a teasing undertone to the way you’re speaking and a part of you is trying to remind you this isn’t what you came here for. A part you easily ignore as you get lost in her presence.
There’s a look of want that flashes over Wanda’s features before she stands up abruptly and moves further from you.
“Stop.” she says but the conviction isn’t there and you both notice.
“I really did come here to talk.” you copy her actions and stand up. “I just-” you were about to say something else, something you don’t want her to know, how deeply you have missed her, instead, you smirk and say “I’m having trouble concentrating.”
“I thought you hated me.” she ignores your comment.
“I do.” you nod your head as you are reminded of the reason why she would think that. The softness you felt when you first saw her, the need, is pushed to the side by the feeling of betrayal and anger that has clouded you for years. “I hate you so much. I hate you for what you did. I blame you. You could have come with me. We both know it.”
She shakes her head, trying to deny it but as she opens her mouth to try to defend herself no words come out.
You step closer to her. There is no malice in your voice. “I gave you an out and you chose him instead of me.” only sadness, betrayal, and pain.
“I would never choose him over you.” she takes a step back.
“But you did.” you step forward again.
“Ichoseyour happiness over mine.” There are tears flowing down her face now and you’re trying hard not to let your own follow.
“That wasn’t your choice to make.” You’re trying hard not to get angry. You didn’t come here to fight.
You pause and wait for her to speak, seeing that she isn’t you go on.
“Are you happy?” you ask sincerely.
She bites her lip as if trying to suppress a sob, and shakes her head.
You take one more step forward and this time she doesn’t move away. You bring your hand up to her face and she looks up at you as you wipe away her tears.
“Please don’t cry.”
Her eyes close shut as she tries to stop the tears from flowing and when she opens them again you feel everything. All the shyness, awkwardness, love, pain. All of it. All the things that have made you love her mixed with all the pain you have gone through because of her. It’s like your body is on autopilot, you don’t realise what you’re doing until Wanda releases a shaky breath before she melts into the kiss.
It’s soft at first. You’re trying to make up for lost years as your lips move against hers. You’re trying to be the comfort she lost, be the love she doesn’t have. But then it shifts. The kiss becomes rougher and her hands grab hold of your shirt, she holds you closer and you feel her nails through the thin fabric as they dig into your back. Your tongues meet and the once soft kiss turns into a messy heated make out. You feel desperate for each other, and frustrated and angry at the stupidity of your younger selves. It is all felt in the kiss. It’s felt when Wanda drags you upstairs. And pushes you through the door of her old bedroom. You try to ignore the dull ache in your chest at the realisation that she chose this instead of the bed she shares with Daniel.
“Hat stays on?” you ask teasingly and trail kisses down to her collar bone.
It was meant to be a joke but it causes another tear to roll down her cheek. You came here to close the book of your story. You came here looking for a way to move on. But the second you heard her voice, the second she looked at you with her wide, sad eyes, she grabbed hold of your heart once again. And now continues to twist it with her words. “I’ve missed you.” her voice cracks, and you stop kissing her skin as you stand up straight again. She continues to hurt you in unimaginable ways. Ways you’ve never hurt before. She isn’t yours. You try to remind yourself. Still not allowing your gaze to stray lower, still not having the strength to look at the ring wrapped around her finger.
“I hate you for leaving.” you admit. “I wish you would have never come back.” you can’t help it. The words have been bubbling up inside you, waiting to burst. And so were the tears. You’re both crying now. Both for different reasons.
The pain of loving her has become a burden to you. Something Wanda always believed she was, and now the prophecy was coming true. Wanda’s tears pooled in her eyes, and slid down her cheeks once she realised just how much damage has been caused. The realisation that she made the wrong choice, the realisation that she hurt you, when all she wanted was to protect you, to keep you happy and taken care of, was tearing apart her heart. You were both broken, and it was her fault. The what-ifs take over her thoughts as she thinks of all the possible ways her life could have turned out if she trusted you just a little bit more. If she just took that chance with you. If she didn’t have the expectations of her parents weighing her down from the moment they found out they were having a baby girl.
“I wish I never left.” Wanda’s hands reach for yours. She’s still wearing that stupid hat. Her messy hair is covering parts of her face and your heart feels like it’s about to explode every time you look at her a bit too long. “I wish I would have just listened to you.”
“This hurts too much, Wanda.” you’re drowning. Her deep green eyes remind you of your dream, the deeper you got the greener the water you were drowning in was. You thought it was strange but now as you stand here staring into her eyes and feeling her pain, your dream suddenly makes perfect sense. “I don’t think we should do this.”
She looks at you confused and scared, silently begging you, please don’t go. You feel like your chest is collapsing in on itself, you don’t know how much longer you’ll be able to stand in her childhood bedroom, so close to her. In the heart of all the memories, all the love, and all the pain. The second you go to take a step back she surges towards you, wrapping her arms around your waist and hiding her face in the crook of your neck. You’re surprised by her strength as she holds you tighter than she ever has. “No.” she mumbles.
You keep your hands at your sides. “You have to let me go.” she doesn’t budge. You try to move away, get her to let go off you. You are starting to lose your composure again, you remind yourself why you came here in the first place. Get closure. Move on. Hurt less. Love Kate. Impossibly, her grip tightens. “Wanda, you’re married.” you remind her, your voice loud and unwavering for the first time since you entered this room.
“I don’t love him. You know I don’t. I hate him, I have hated him since the day I met him. I only love you. I always have and I always will.” she finally loosens her grip on you, and you take it as an opportunity to move back. Stepping away, you give her the ability to look into your eyes as she speaks her next words, “I’m in love with you.”
You look away from her quickly, wiping at the tears soaking your cheeks you stare at the pictures still stuck to the walls. “Don’t say that.”
There’s a picture that catches your eye, it’s of Wanda, you, and Kate. One of the rare times Wanda agreed to hang out with the two of you. For the most part, she kept her distance. Always coming up with some excuse. Kate would make a joke of it saying she’s glad, because at least she doesn’t have to be the third wheel. She didn’t know the truth about you and Wanda then. She only found out once you told her a couple weeks before you moved to America. She was slightly awkward about it when you told her. You have never seen her like that. You feared it was because Wanda was a girl, but when Kate confessed to you over the phone a few months later it all made sense. Maybe Wanda had a feeling.
“You guys still friends?” she asks, once she notices what you’re looking at.
“Yeah, she lived with me in Amsterdam for a while. She’s staying in the city now, studying law.”
“Are you together?” Wanda sits down on the edge of the bed as you walk over to get a better look at the pictures. It sounds like she’s scared of the question as it escapes through her lips.
“We want to be.” you hold the picture in your hand, and turn back around to face Wanda as you lean on the old desk.
“What’s stopping you?” you wish she hadn’t asked because there’s only one answer to that question.
“You.”
She scoffs.
“So you’re choosing between me and her then.”
“I’m not choosing anything. And I’m most certainly not choosing a married woman.” you put the picture down and try to control the volume of your voice.
“Stopping bringing that up. It doesn’t matter.”
“Oh, why haven’t you divorced him then? If it doesn’t matter.”
“You know that’s not how it works.” she gets up from the bed, and stands a couple steps in front of you.
“How the fuck does it work then, huh?”
She shakes her head, refusing to answer. Clearly not having an excuse for staying with him, just like she didn’t have an excuse for leaving.
“I hate you so much.” you say as you walk towards her. She’s stood between you and the door. You need to get out of this room.
“I love you.” she says again when she grabs your wrist and stops you once you try to walk past her.
“I don’t care.” you yank your arm out of her hold.
“You’re not leaving.” Wanda is quick to block your path as she steps in front of you when you once again attempt to walk past her.
“Fucking watch me.” you spit out, venom dripping from your tone and poisoning the air around you “Maybe then you’ll know what it feels like.”
“Stop,” you’re not sure if the crack was in her voice or in your heart. “I’ll do anything, please just don’t go.”
“I’m going to have to leave eventually.” You’re so tired. You’ve never spoken to her like this before, with so much hate. “You’re husband will be home soon.”
“Not like this, I don’t want you to leave like this. I don’t want to argue and I don’t want to fight.”
“What do you want then?”
“I want you to tell me you love me.”
You roll your eyes.
“I know you do. I need you to say it. I need to hear it.” She tries to hold your hands in hers but you move them away again. “Please”
“I don’t want to love you.” You say honestly, as you take a step back, needing to put some distance between the two of you. She’s too close. “It’s killing me.”
Wanda’s head lowers in defeat. She’s staring at the ground, her arms wrapped around herself, as tears stream down her face again.
“I only came here to patch things up between us. I want us to be normal. Two girls that used to be friends. Two neighbours. That is all.”
“We’ll never be just that, and you know it.” her voice is barely audible as her vocal cords strain from the pain in her soul.
“What are we going to be then? You just want to sneak around? And then what? Have kids with him, grow old with him, while I watch from the sidelines?”
You want to say you would drop everything in an instant to be with her if she was willing to leave him. But then you think about Kate and your heart aches. You don’t want to do that to her. She doesn’t deserve any of this.
“Would you leave him if I asked you to?”
“Are you asking me to?”
“Would you?”
Your body seems to be unable to feel any more pain, because when you see the hesitation in her eyes, and the lack of an answer she gives you, you only feel a strange sense of pride, like you won. You were right. Still, you don’t understand it.
“Are you really just staying with him because your parents said so? You are a grown woman Wanda.”
“My dad died.” she says and you’re taken aback not only by the news but by how monotone her voice is.
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“He said he wanted grandkids, that was one of his final wishes. He loved Daniel, said he would make a great father one day. He said I owe this to him, that I have to give him grandkids even if he won’t be around to meet them.”
“What’s he gonna do, he’s dead anyway.” you speak before you can stop yourself.
“My mother has gone crazy, all she does is talk about him, always asking if I’m pregnant.” she looks into your eyes, stares into your soul when she says “Daniel too.”
Everything goes quiet for a second. Your head spins from the way your pain mixes with the rage at the thought of Daniel hurting her.
“It’s just all this pressure, from all of them. And even if I divorce him, even if I leave, what would I do then? I have nothing to my name. All my possessions are his. He’s in charge of the money, and how I spend it. This house…” her voice cracks and more tears stream down her face as she frantically throws her hands up and motions around her, “It’s his. I’d end up homeless if I tried to leave.”
Neither of you says a word as you process the information she has just shared with you. You don’t have time to speak before she does.
“And you don’t want me.” you raise your eyebrow. “I’m not stupid. I see the way you look at me. You’re conflicted but one emotion wins over the rest. Resentment. You resent me.” she did always say she was good at reading you. “You want Kate.”
“How could you possibly know what I want?”
“I guess I know you better than you know yourself.”
“If you want to leave him, leave him. Kate knows some really good lawyers through her dad. We can help you.”
“I don’t want anything from her.” she crosses her arms over her chest and stands her ground.
“Stop being so stubborn and let me help you. I don’t want anything from this other than you being happy and getting to live the life you want to live.”
“The life I want to live is with you. And I want you to want that too. But you don’t. At least not entirely and that’s not good enough, I want you fully, I want you all in. I want you to love me like you used to. I want you to love me like I still do.”
“You really hurt me.” your brain speaks now, reminding your heart of the last couple of years. Reminding your heart why this cannot go on.
“I didn’t have a choice.”
“Bullshit. I came up with so many ways you could have gotten out of it.” the argument picks up again.
“Every one of those fucking ways jeopardised you and your life, and your happiness.” she steps closer to you and jabs at your chest with her pointer finger as she speaks.
“You were my life and my happiness, why can’t you understand that? I lost myself, my life, and my happiness the day I lost you.” you grab her hand to stop the way her fingers are digging into your sternum. “And you’re right, I do resent you for it. And I don’t know if I could ever love you knowing that you chose to do this to us.”
“It was never my intention to hurt you.” the quietness of her voice as she speaks contrasts the way your anger-filled tone previously filled the room.
You look to the door again, and then back to her. “Can you just hold me for a bit before you go?” she asks as she notices your growing desire to get away from her.
You nod your head and when she steps forward you wrap your arms around her. She rests her head in the crook of your neck again and you try to ignore the feelings her lips grazing against it ignite.
“I want to talk like normal people,” you admit. “I really don’t want to argue.”
Her hold around you tightens. “Do you really not love me anymore?”
You can hear the pain and fear in her voice.
“I’m so in love with you, it’s tearing me apart.” you make her look at you as you speak. “I cannot stand to see you with him. I won’t survive it.”
Your brain is screaming at you to not let her kiss you, to not let her pull you in. But your heart is aching and she’s the only one that can ease the pain. So when she leans forward, you let her. You let her connect her lips to yours. You let her tangle her hands in your hair and pull you closer. You can tell she’s desperate to feel you from the way it only takes a couple seconds for her to start tugging at your shirt and trying to undo the button of your jeans. You don’t stop her because you need her as much as she needs you. It’s the only thing you’re sure about.
Her hat is thrown onto the floor along with your clothes as you lay on top of her and press your lips to hers again. The frustration and anger that was present in your earlier kiss must have all been let out in the fight you had because this kiss, and the way she’s holding onto you is filled with something else entirely. You feel like you’re molding into one. The way you were always meant to be. She’s your missing piece and you are hers.
The desperation in the way she’s griding her hips up into yours makes your own arousal grow faster than it has in years. Sex wasn’t the same after she left. No one could satisfy you the way Wanda could. No one could fill that need. You forgot how good it felt. But now with her under you. With her messy hair and tired hooded eyes, with her perfect tits in your mouth. You know this is exactly where you are supposed to be. Exactly where you need to be. She moans in pleasure as you let your teeth graze over one of her hardened nipples while your hand pinches the other. You trail the path down with your mouth and feel like you’re in heaven when you finally taste her again.
“Fuck, I missed you so much.” you mumble before you lick up her wet slit. She sighs and holds your head closer to her. You begin to lick her clit feeling it harden against your tongue. You move lower and enter your tongue into her, feeling her coat your tongue and begin to drip down the back of your throat. You barely have time to start teasing her before she realises your plan and groans in frustration. Her grip on your hair tightens, and she wraps her legs around the back of your head, pulling you impossibly closer to her cunt.
“Just make me cum, it’s been too long,” she demands her voice low and her accent clear. It sends a shiver down your spine. You try to nod your head but it’s hard to move from how she’s holding onto you. So instead, you press your lips against her clit again and hum.
Most things are exactly how you remember them. Like the way she tastes, the way she moans your name. The way she holds onto you. The way her lips feel against yours. It all feels familiar, it all feels like coming home. But when she begins to rut into you, when she demands you “Hold your tongue out.” and grips your hair so much it hurts, you notice the change. She’s rougher than she used to be, the way she’s chasing her high, the way she’s moving with so much force it shakes the bed. It’s different. The intensity of her eagerness to cum is new.
She finally does and when she lets you go you pull away and breathe in. “Fuck,” you sigh out, “You almost killed me.” She doesn’t seem to register a word you said as she lays on the bed overcome with bliss. “You are so fucking hot,” you add as you leave kisses back up her stomach and finally meet her lips. You lay there and lazily kiss for a while. Time seems to move differently at that moment, you don’t know if it’s been minutes or hours. All you know is however long it’s been you’re glad that the time you spent was time spent with her. Maybe for the last time.
“When you said 'I missed you’ were you talking to me or my vagina?” she asks all of a sudden, and you burst out laughing at the unexpected question. “I’m serious.” she complains as she tries to get you to stop laughing.
Summary:You just wanted to drink away your midterms, instead you catch the eyes of some of the most prominent people in the country.
Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader (alludes to)
Genre: Dark intro fic
Word Count:5.8k
Warnings: Murder, Blood, kidnapping, Magic Use, Weapon Use
*Let me know if I missed anything*
A/N: This is going to be a *DARK* fic. It won’t always be blunt with the dark themes, different scenes will be written in a lighter tone even if it has to do with dark themes. There isn’t actual smut, but there are allusions to sexual themes.. BUT there will be plenty of smut down the line (;
This defintely got longer than anticipated BUT had to give the sarcastic, sassy, and hilarious Wipsy (reader insertnickname) a good start (: Hopefully you guys like it!!
Warnings: Ageplay (Think that’s it, let me know if I missed anything)
A/N: This is the last of the Chronicles! Thank you guys for sticking around, and if you haven’t gotten the chance to read them all then the other 6 volumes are linked below.
Hopefully you all fell in love with the sweetest little toy like I have
***Minors DNI***No Smut rn but this is an 18+ Universe***
You were so happy that midterms were over, and that you were finally back with your favorite people. The three of them sent random videos and updates throughout the week but it wasn’t the same. Spending the week with Peter was so much fun though and you absolutely loved how smart he was, and how much he didn’t care about the ban on junk food.
Wanda had decided that the four of you should take a weekend trip to celebrate so you were in the back with Kate as Natasha drove you all towards a small house outside the city. “We’re almost there gi-” As the witch turns around to look at you two she notices that you’re sleeping, her eyes flash scarlet as she quickly takes a peek at your dreams. Filled with dinosaurs and puppies she shares a nervous look with the ginger as she pulls into the driveway.
The widow walks around the car, watching as Kate is directed by Wanda to help carry the bags, before slowly opening your door. Kneeling down she pushes the hair out of your face, rubbing your cheek softly. “Cmon little detka, we’re here.” Watching you with a smile as you start waking up, rubbing your face against the palm of her hand.
A whine tears through your lips, muffled, as you try to hide from the setting sun. “Sleepy Daddy.”
Natasha sighs, slipping her arms under you as she lifts you up. You curl up in her arms, burying your face, whimpering with each rustling step. The ginger shushes you as she steps through the threshold of the house, chuckling as she watches Kate run around excitedly. Letting you slip down her body, you plop down as the door closes.
You watch with a pathetic look on your face as the other three start figuring out what to have for dinner. It’s the archer’s excessive pouting for delivery pizza that gets interrupted by a computerized voice, “Welcome home Rushman and Red Mist. I have scanned and I recognize Little Hawk is here; along with what seems to be the mini form of the Forbidden Trinket. Sending delivery to your undisclosed location, using your Stark credit card now. Accessing pizza preference, would it be your usual?”
Before either Wanda or Natasha can say anything, Kate screams yes and happily dances as the AI confirms their order and delivery time. “Not that I’m not grumpy that you guys are using Stark technology, when you know I own an entire security company that has superior security and AIs. No offense..” The brunette’s sentence trails off as the AI replies with, J.O.C.A.S.T.A. “…okay. You have a long name. I’m going to call you J. Not that J isn’t cool, but mine are cooler. But like.. Where are we and what kind of security is this? Your door isn’t even locked.”
Wanda sighs as she hears the widow start bickering with Kate, walking over to where you’re staring out the window with your thumb in your mouth. “Did you miss it here Little One?” A gentle kiss on your forehead makes you wiggle in your spot, a cheeky grin clumsily spreading across your face around your thumb.
Natasha slumps into the chair next to you, grumpy as she listens to all the security issues of the house. “It’s OUR house Mutt. Mine and Wanda’s. The security is just FINE. Do you not feel safe with us? You know we can protect both of you.” You curiously watch as the two fight, trying to figure out how serious it is.
Kate rolls her eyes at the redhead, walking over to you. She smiles gently, her ocean eyes clearing momentarily as she winks at you. You watch as her face morphs back into a pout as she looks at the Russian. “I do, and you know that. Not that I need either of you to protect me, just saying, Either way though, I could protect your house so much better with my technology. I’m not disagreeing that Tony has amazing tech, but he doesn’t deal with normal residential security as we do.” Your archer glances at you as you chew at your thumb, sighing as she stalks over to her backpack. “Our focus is bringing that big amazing security that only companies and governments usually get to the homes of our people, and clients and governments.” She’s pulling your thumb out of your mouth as she continues to try and give her side of security speech, shushing you as you whine. You glare up at her, grumpy and completely put out. “Don’t give me that look, baby Sweets.” The pout is short lived as she pops your paci into your mouth, booping the purple dinosaur on the shield.
“All I’m saying is I get that Tony found you this house, but I would love to be able to give you guys better security and we could even give you a special AI. I have mine, and I ended up putting Sweets’ in their apartment.” At the mention of your name you swing your head around, giggling as the loose paci clip thumps against Kate’s thigh. She smiles down at you, ruffling your hair as she makes quick work of clipping the arrow patterned clip to your shirt.
The entire interaction no one is paying attention to Wanda, who’s just staring at the archer and you with her jaw hanging open. “Not that this little quarrel isn’t entertaining, but are we just going to ignore the stray and her purple pacifier?” At the mention of your beloved paci, you clamber into your Mommy’s lap. Babbling around the paci in your mouth as you try to look down at it, describing different parts of it to her. The witch is quick to tug gently at the ring hanging from your mouth, teasing you as you try to glare at her.
Natasha sits up straight now, watching you curiously as you tug relentlessly at the clip attached to you. ‘Yeah, mutt, we knew you knew about our little toy but you apparently really knew.” The ginger’s eyes follow as Kate walks over to her bag again, pulling out a floppy golden dog. The archer’s body language is a little tense now, slowed down, and the awkwardness is almost seeping from her.
She sighs as she makes the dog’s paw wack you gently in the head, eliciting a squeal from you. Rubbing your face in its fur, you stumble to crawl into your Daddy’s lap. Shoving Prince Pizza into her face as you show her your friend. The smile you receive as you mumble makes you wiggle in her lap, happy to be around all three of your favorite people.
“Ms. Natalia, the pizza delivery boy is approaching. The total will be 47.79$, the suggested tip would be at least 20$ taking in the amount of driving he just had to do.” J.O.C.A.S.T.A.’s voice interrupts Kate’s train of thought as she automatically just grabs a few hundred dollar bills out of her wallet, chuckling as you start talking to the AI. The CEO quickly answers the door, smiling and telling the kid to keep the change.
By the time she comes back you are dragging the older two Avengers to the table, the moment she sets the food on the table you’re looking through the boxes for your food. “I mean we didn’t do it often, or well I guess she didn’t slip often. But yes I did get her a couple things. Mostly just the paci and Prince Pizza. The thumb thing is gross.” The archer rolls her eyes at you as she watches you take toppings off of each pizza as you struggle to find your own food. She slides the small box towards you, watching you wiggle in happiness when you see your favorite box. A personal pepperoni pizza, a couple cheesy bread slices, a few boneless wings, and mini cinnamon sticks all in a cute little lunch tray style box.
The older women don’t answer, nodding silently as everyone settles down to eat dinner. Easy conversation happens as you babble about cartoons and everything you know about your favorites before Kate easily gets you to talk about every dinosaur you know. The routine is surprisingly easy for the four of you, despite this being the first time being in this situation all together. Wanda put all the leftovers away and got the couch set up, Natasha got you changed into comfy pajamas, and Kate picked a movie with snacks.
You waddled in with your paci in your mouth while dragging Sir Spikes behind you, and clutching King Wiggles in your arm. Daddy was behind you trying to juggle the blanket, pillow, hoodie, and Prince that you demanded you needed downstairs. Wanda and Kate were sitting on the couch, where the lights were dimmed and blankets with fairy lights hovered above them, creating a dome. Crawling onto the couch, you stumble and land awkwardly in between the two brunettes. You watch with careful eyes as the ginger trudges in behind you, dumping everything but Prince Pizza onto the couch.
Mommy swipes the floppy pup, making him fly around above you; relishing in the giggles the actions receive. Kate settles back into the ginger’s arms, the two watching as you try to catch the floating stuffed animal. Natasha is mumbling against the archer’s shoulder, quietly as to not disturb the cuteness but loud enough so the younger girl can hear her. Apologies and promises to talk about changing security, the widow softly smiling as the CEO starts talking about what kind of equipment she can bring into the house.
Rise of the Guardians is playing in the background, a movie that Kate had introduced you to and you were obsessed with now. You were poking at her, trying to get her attention but she was entirely too focused on the quiet conversation she was having with Daddy. You plop back down on your butt, glaring at her. Mommy is snacking on popcorn slowly, snickering at your put out expression.
The grunt as you kick your feet some is muffled by the paci still in your mouth, and your glare gets as scary as possible. Your pokes at Kate’s thigh are getting more aggressive, but she just shushes you with a teasing smile before going back to the conversation at hand.
You just catch the gaze of Daddy, who just smirks at you with a teasing wink. Finally you pathetically flop down to bury your face into the archer’s tummy, ignoring the yelp of pain she lets out when your pacifier digs into the soft skin there. She’s helping you look up at her now, giggling a little at the glare on your face. Waiting patiently for you to speak, your anger leaves your body as she runs her fingers gently through your hair. Leaning into her touch a mumbled “Puppy” leaves your paci filled mouth, and you close your eyes to soak up the archer’s warmth.
What you miss are the tears filling her eyes as she stares down at you in awe, and the soft looks gracing Wanda and Natasha’s faces. Kate tries to collect herself, but a few tears leak from her eyes. The witch kisses the archer’s temple, letting praising thoughts leak into her mind. The widow smirks happily, bumping her forehead against the younger girl’s shoulder. A proud wink sent her way as she leaves soft kisses along the back of her neck.
The three fall into a comfortable silence, watching the movie, as you cuddle sleepily into Kate. Your legs are in Mommy’s lap and you’re gripping at Daddy’s pants. Even if it’s a little uncomfortable, there isn’t anywhere you would rather be.
You were sitting quietly, staring off into space. Wanda watched as you stared at the walls. She dusted quietly, pottering around her home in her cutesy little dress. Her mind was on you, and your mind was elsewhere.
You had just gotten home from a mission. A solo mission in a world far away. Wanda wanted to come. She had a feeling that something was going to go bad. And something went very wrong. You came home bloody and bruised, half dead. You refused any of Wanda’s help. You refused to talk about what happened. You locked yourself in the bathroom and washed off the blood and then slipped silently into bed. Wanda tried to cuddle up against you, but you shrugged her off of you and rolled away.
“What are you thinking about, darling?” Wanda asked sweetly.
You didn’t hear her. She moved closer to you. You didn’t even notice. She took the chance. She dropped her duster and hastily sat down next to you. She folded her knees and brushed up against you. She threw an arm over your shoulder and pulled you against her.
“What’s the matter?” She mumbled, pressing a kiss against your temple.
You shook your head and scratched at your palm.
“Tell me, baby.”
“I think,” you began, quietly. “I think I died out there.”
That was the last straw. You clawed your way out of her arms. She watched surprised as you stood and began to pace. You didn’t know why you were so angry. Wanda just wanted to protect you. You know she’d go to the ends of the earth to protect you.
“I’d never let you die alone, baby,” she tried.
“I die alone every day,” you scream. Wanda shook her head with tears in her eyes. “I die from everything the world contains; from what I saw, from what I heard. I die from what I lived.”
“I can fix it,” Wanda whispered.
“Wanda, no-”
“I can,” she interrupted. “I can take it all away. You’ll be whole again.”
“I’ll be empty.”
“You’ll be happy,” Wanda reached out for you. She held you by the waist and smiled up at you.
“I am happy,” you smiled sadly, stroking her cheek.
“Let me make it better,” Wanda rubbed a thumb over a gaping wound in your side. “I’ll make the world better. You’ll never die again.”
“I won’t remember anything.”
“I thought that’s what you wanted?”
You shook your head and slowly stepped away from your lover. She smiled, a sinister smile, one laced with confusion. You knew what she was capable of. You knew she wasn’t lying. She’d make the whole world new. No one would be themselves. You’d be an empty shell of the person you are, the soldier you are. you’d be someone else. You wouldn’t even be yourself.
“I’d be worse than dead,” you whispered. “I’d be a ghost who couldn’t remember why it haunts. I’d be empty and useless and loveless.”
Tears rolled slowly down your cheeks.
“I’ll love you,” Wanda whined.
You smiled.
“And I won’t know why.”
Wanda never really knew why you withstood this pain. You knew she could take it all away. You never let her. You cried and cried and cried. You bled. Wanda had seen you bleed more times than she cared to count. You hurt and you lived. You lived.
You lived.
Wanda still doesn’t understand. But she knows she can’t just fix it. So she lives. She lives with her pain, and yours, and the pain of the world. And it hurts, but that’s how she knows she’s alive. And every time she bleeds, she understands a little more.
