if i found out that my boyfriend is a gender fluid demon that tries to steal my keys and acts like a child because they're new to living, I would simply put a leash on him and say that if she murders someone again or tries to fight my little brother, they won't get any type of affection from me. rip to kinsey but i'm different
Summary: AU where Wanda takes over Westview to be with Y/N, which just so happens to be the town that Joe Goldberg and Love Quinn have decided to settle down in.
Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader; Love Quinn x Reader
A/N: I’ve not decided who the endgame should be in this series so comments/thoughts welcome. Contains mentions of sex so 18+ minors DNI!
Wanda’s soft lips pressed to yours and she tangled her hands in your hair. You gripped her hips as she rode your strap, her hips rolling perfectly on top of you. Her kiss deepened and she let out a little squeal when you put a finger in her ass. She bit your bottom lip and you groaned at the pain as she drew blood.
“You’re so good to me,” She whispered against your now blood stained lips. “I’m so close.”
You smiled underneath her, observing how her face contorted with pleasure and relishing in her beautiful moaning. “Come on, Wanda, cum for me, darling.”
She let out a shrill scream as she came before collapsing on top of you. She peppered kisses all over your face affectionately and used her hand to soothe down your hair.
“My beautiful wife.” She asserted and you giggled at the kisses.
You gave her bum a quick tap as a signal for her to move. “As much as I’d love to stay in bed with you all day, I need to go to work.”
“Yes,” she smiled as she dismounted you. “Go out there and bring home the bacon, honey.”
You sat up on your elbows and watched Wanda go over and take the satin robe off of the hook on the back of the door, gently covering her soft naked frame. “How’d I get so lucky?”
“I’m the lucky one, sweetheart.” Wanda replied, turning back to face you get out of bed, pulling the strap off and selecting some underwear from the dresser. The redhead leaned against the doorframe, folding her arms and staring at her wife who she loved more than anything else in the world.
You thoughtfully selected your work outfit; opting for a tailored dress and simple black heels. Wanda zipped up your dress for you as you put in your earrings, and she pressed a light kiss to the back of your neck. You smoothed down your dress and turned to Wanda to kiss her goodbye. She frowned, looking at your burst lip that she had caused.
“Oh we can’t have you going into the office like that, people will think I’m a bad wife.” She glossed her thumb over your lips and the cut disappeared.
“No one could ever think you’re a bad wife.” You kissed her lightly then retrieved the lunch she had already prepared for you from the fridge and made your way to work. Wanda waved gleefully to you from the porch before returning to her housewife duties.
You decided on the drive to work that Westview was pretty boring. It was mundane suburbia: nosey neighbours and nothing to do. Waiting at a red light, you tapped your thumb off of the steering wheel and tried to remember what made you and Wanda want to move to Westview in the first place.
Head cocked to the side, tongue brushing its way across the inside of your cheek, your brain did overtime trying to remember anything after the fight with Thanos. All you could remember was staring up at Thanos’ horrifying frame, taking a deep breath as Peter threw the gauntlet to you.
The wedding ring on your finger made you cringe as you couldn’t even remember marrying Wanda.
This was a torturous routine that you went through every morning on your way to work. There was so much guilt seated deep inside the pit of your stomach it made you feel sick. You couldn’t remember marrying your wife or making the decision to move to this dull town in the middle of nowhere with her. It made you feel inferior and unworthy of Wanda. Her love for you was bright and everlasting. And you couldn’t even remember your fucking wedding day.
You slammed your foot on the gas pedal out of frustration when the light eventually turned green, completing your journey to work.
In all honesty, you had no idea what your job actually was. You just knew that you were extremely good at it. It was monotonous: you typed different combinations of keys on a computer screen all day and it seemed to work. Coworkers would pat you on the back and congratulate you for making such an impressive contribution to the company. Sometimes, you would change the pattern than the one that had been assigned to you and just type at random to experiment if it would make a difference. It didn’t, you were still treated as a model employee.
The lack of brainpower required for this role gave you time to ponder your earlier questions from the car. New thoughts seemed to arise that day too. Before Westview, you had been an Avenger. You’d been injected with super soldier serum and had enhanced human strength. Wanda always found it so sexy; you could pick her up as though she was as light as feather. She would always feel so safe in your arms, despite the fact that she had powers derived directly from an infinity stone.
With all this superhuman strength and vast experience fighting alongside Earth’s mightiest heroes, how did you end up working at a desk job in a humdrum town?
When these thoughts occurred, they would swim around in your brain relentlessly, torturing you and eating away at you. After a while, you’d feel a red mist wash over you and cleanse the anxiety and negative thoughts. You’d then smile and happily return to typing combinations at the computer. As long as Wanda is happy, you thought. I’m happy.
Lunchtime rolled around and you decided to get some fresh air. You wandered round Westview town square and ate the sandwich that Wanda had made for you. There were cliche little shop windows and restaurants but they just added to the forgettable nature of the place - this could have been any town in North America. One place did catch your eye though: a bakery called A Fresh Tart.
The woman behind the counter worked carefully. Her brown hair pulled back into a bun, little wisps of her hair falling out of it. She wore pretty little gold hoop earrings and a light gold chain. The corners of her mouth turned upwards as she packaged up a box of cakes. You caught yourself off guard staring at her and shook yourself out of it.
The perfect little scene was ruined as your eyes landed on who the box of cakes was for: your nosy neighbour, Agnes. You couldn’t stand the woman, always watching, always commenting. The way she would circle Wanda drove you mad. It was like she could reel your wife in with just a click of her fingers. It wasn’t a secret that Agnes was not happy with her husband, Ralph. You’d never met him but you wanted to hand him a vibrator and instruct him to use it on his wife so she wouldn’t hang around yours like a bad smell.
“Y/N,” Agnes greeted as she left the shop, noticing you still staring in the window. “How are ya, pumpkin? Is the wife at home?”
You groaned internally but forced your most convincing smile as you turned to her. “Agnes,” you responded. “I’m good and yeah Wanda is at home, but I think she’s busy.”
“Well she does such a good job of taking care of you,” Agnes passive aggressively smiled. “I’ll just pop over to see if she needs any help.”
Before you could protest, Agnes gestured to the box in her hands: “You really need to try Love’s cakes, she really bakes up a storm!”
You nodded dumbly at her, trying to hold your tongue. Agnes patted your back and sauntered off. You swallowed hard and tried not to think of Agnes paying your wife a visit in the middle of the day while you were working.
Turning back to the bakery, you decided that you deserved a sweet treat after your morning of hard work. You walked into the bakery that was starting to empty, coming towards the end of the lunch time rush.
The woman who you deciphered as being Love looked up at you from behind the counter and gave you a warm smile. A deep pink spread across your cheeks and you felt your palms go clammy.
“Hey honey,” she greeted you. “What can I get you?”
You were too busy staring at her to register that you should probably have decided on what to order. You shook your head slightly and looked at the selection on display through the glass.
“It all looks so good. I am having a hard time deciding.” You thoughtfully said, scanning over the cakes in front of you. The details were not registering though as you could feel her soft gaze on you.
“Well I recommend my carrot cupcakes.” She excitedly pointed to them, clearly impressed by her own work. It inspired you, watching someone so passionate about their craft.
“Okay perfect, two of those, please. I’ll take one home for my wife.” You thought that bringing up Wanda was the best thing, it proclaimed your innocence. If Love had caught you staring before, she would have been wrong to overthink it because you were married. If anything, it reminded you that you were married.
Love nodded lightly at you, observing your features. “You’re Y/N Maximoff, right? Married to Wanda Maximoff?”
You knitted your eyebrows together in confusion which made Love laugh, realising that it made her sound crazy.
“I’m Love Quinn Goldberg. My husband, Joe and I live right across the street. Sorry we haven’t met yet.”
Admittedly, your heart sank at the mention of the word “husband” but you pulled yourself together by clearing your throat.
“No, I’m sorry, my head has been all over the place since we moved here.” You bit your lip, trying to remember if you had ever seen her before. You decided you definitely would have remembered her and then punished yourself mentally for thinking that. You loved your wife.
After blinking a couple of times you noticed Love painstakingly putting the cupcakes in a box.
“You okay?” You asked, watching her fingers almost quiver at placing the cupcakes carefully.
“It’s just…” she started but then swallowed hard. “I used to make these all the time for my twin brother, Forty. He’s gone now.”
She delicately packaged the box and pushed it towards you. A tortured expression washed over her face as she fidgeted with her fingers.
“My wife had a twin brother who passed away too.” You offered, somewhat unhelpfully. Fond memories of Pietro flooded your brain and you slid over cash to pay for the cakes. He’d be so proud to see Wanda happily married now.
“It’s hard, it’s like a part of you has been ripped from you.” She vented and then looked up at you with wide eyes, realising how inappropriate this was. “Oh my God, I am so sorry. You didn’t come here to listen to me go on about my brother.”
You shook your head, chuckling. “Hey it’s okay, you’re the only person I’ve met here that actually seems to have some real human emotion. Everyone else are kinda like robots.”
Love gazed at you appreciatively and turned her head to the side. The smile that spread across her face made you nervous and vulnerable.
“Thank you, Y/N. I hope to see you around sometime.”
You grinned and backed your way out of the bakery. “Oh I’ll be back, these smell delicious.” You gestured to the box and turned on your heel, leaving the store and going back to the office.
The rest of the afternoon droned on, your head swimming with thoughts of Love and then Wanda and then Love again. Flashbacks of Wanda bouncing on your strap from that morning distorted in your mind and eventually you found yourself thinking about Love in that position.
You realised that this was going to be a problem and that you shouldn’t return to Love’s bakery. On the other hand, you reasoned with yourself, Love was the only person who had made you feel normal since you got here. That settled it in your mind, you were going back tomorrow.
When you returned home, the gorgeous scent of Wanda’s cooking filled your nostrils. You breathed in deeply, feeling guilty for your thoughts of Love that afternoon. That guilt then piled on top of that which you felt about failing to remember your wedding or the reason why you were here in the first place.
You wrapped your arms around Wanda’s waist from behind as she stirred a pot. You buried your face in her neck, inhaling the sweet strawberry scent of her hair.
“Hi baby.” She hummed contentedly at your presence. “How was work?”
“It was okay,” you shrugged, pressing light kisses to her neck and the side of her head. “I don’t think it’s right for me.”
“Why is that, honey? Don’t you like your job?” She sounded concerned, her body stiffening in your grasp. It was an overreaction but you didn’t think much of it, she was probably just worried about you.
“I just figured, I have superhuman strength. So why am I sitting at a desk all day?” You thought out loud, staring down at the food Wanda was making for you. “Maybe I should be a lumberjack or something. I don’t know.”
Wanda giggled at this and the tension that was in her body had ceased. She leaned into your touch.
“You’d make a sexy lumberjack, sweetheart.” She turned round and kissed you. “I’ll make that happen for you.”
