But no, theories are Sadie is playing some format of Wanda in Brand New Day
Hm, honestly I don’t think she will. Maybe it could be young Wanda but young Wanda has brunette hair so I think she’ll play some other character we haven’t been introduced to yet!
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The morning of Wanda’s first day, she wakes up three hours early.
Kate stumbles into the kitchen at 6:30, blearily blinking at Wanda and sighing gratefully when a second cup of coffee is shoved into her hands.
“Someone’s excited,” Kate mumbles, taking a long sip of her coffee. She collapses into a kitchen chair, watching Wanda’s flurried movements around the kitchen. A second later, a plate of toast is dropped in front of her.
“I just,” Wanda stops for a moment, setting her own plate down much more gently. “I really want this day to go well.”
Kate snorts. “Of course it will, from what I heard, Agatha is nothing less than thrilled to have you there.”
“Right, but what if I show up and forget what I’m doing and then they all know that I’m a fraud?” Wanda scampers away at the thought, furiously whisking eggs in a bowl. “Do you want scrambled eggs?”
“I- sure, yeah,” Kate blinks again, scrubbing at her eyes. “Listen, you belong there. You’re going to do great, just try not to burden your thoughts with depressing what-if questions, yeah?”
“Right,” Wanda murmurs, pouring the eggs into a frying pan, her fingers tapping on the spatula handle.
“Drink some more coffee,” Kate instructs. “Not too much though, I feel like your heart rate is already through the roof. Why did you set your alarm so early?”
Wanda turns, sheepish. “I set it for 7:30, but…” She gestures helplessly at the kitchen. “I woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep so, here we are.”
Kate just shakes her head, shoving a piece of toast into her mouth.
Wanda does calm down after breakfast, her food settling comfortably despite the nerves churning in her gut. She cleans the dishes while Kate disappears into her bedroom, her roommate declaring herself in charge of Wanda’s outfit.
The dishes have never been done faster. Wanda finally manages to make it to the bathroom, taking a deep breath as she locks eyes with her reflection. “You’ve got this,” she whispers, her reflection nodding as she speaks.
Luckily, she has a short skincare routine, and she applies the barest amount of makeup. A dab of concealer to cover a stubborn acne scar on her chin that just won’t go away, and a small amount of mascara. She would apply eyeshadow, but her fingers are trembling a bit too much for that at the moment.
Her official title and job description had been sent over with other paperwork HR had requested to be filled out. ‘Junior Editor’, it said, and Wanda had squealed in excitement with Kate when the paperwork asked her to fill out the information for her order of business cards.
Her nerves were giving way to excitement, and Wanda suddenly found herself impatient to start the day.
Her phone buzzes, and she caps the mascara tube before dragging a hairbrush through her (fortunately) shiny hair.
Enjoy your first day. Let me know how it goes.
Wanda smiles, fingers hovering over Natasha’s text, when another one appears.
I’m proud of you.
The smile that graces her face is no less than brilliant, and she responds with a quick thank you and a promise to talk after work before making her way to her bedroom.
Kate greets her by holding up a pair of dark brown corduroy pants, a pair of green leather boots in the other.
“Okay, I’m thinking of a forest theme, but professional and cozy at the same time,” Kate says, her words rushed, like she can’t wait to be rid of them. Wanda can tell that her mind is going a thousand miles per minute.
She may have brewed the coffee a little too strong.
“I have that really thin dress shirt that you can layer easily with, and two different sweater options to go on top of it.” Kate points to the bed, one beige sweater and one dark green sweater with a subtle pattern on it laid out. A white dress shirt with a collar is hanging from the doorknob of her closet.
“Put these on,” Kate urges, handing the pants and boots to Wanda before returning to the walk-in closet. “I’m finding you a belt,” she calls, her voice slightly muffled.
Wanda just chuckles, stripping her pajamas off and stepping into the pants. She snags her most comfortable bra, putting it on and tugging the collared shirt over her head. She hated buttons, so she never bothered to undo more than the top one.
“I think I’m gonna go with the green sweater,” Wanda calls, putting it on.
“Good choice,” Kate says, walking out of the closet with a brown belt in her hand. “It’ll go well with the boots. Here, this should match everything.”
Wanda takes the belt, sliding it through her belt loops and resolutely not thinking about the way Natasha had taken a belt to her ass four days ago. That had been a new experience, and not an entirely unpleasant one, either.
“Okay, jewelry.” Kate claps her hands, making her way to Wanda’s wall, where she’d hung up her necklaces on ornate brass pushpins.
Slipping into the boots, Wanda steps in front of her full-length mirror, smoothing out any creases she finds. She looks put together. A bit like an English teacher, but like, a young one.
“You always wear gold rings, so I figured this necklace would do well. We won’t stack today, just keep it simple, yeah?”
Wanda nods, grabbing her rings from the small bowl they go in when she’s not wearing them. Kate had taken a ceramics class once, in their freshman year, and had tried to make a little ashtray.
It did not look like an ashtray.
So Wanda had claimed it, telling her roommate that she was saving her from thrifting a ring bowl. Besides, homemade is always better. Kate had created a much better ashtray a few weeks later, and that one was now sitting out on their porch waiting for use.
Grabbing the necklace, a simple gold star on a thin chain, Wanda puts it on, positioning it under her collar perfectly.
“Hey, you look like a professional editor already,” Kate exclaims, resting her head on Wanda’s shoulder as she assesses herself in the mirror once again.
“Hopefully I feel that way, too.”
“You will,” Kate says, patting her shoulder. “Just give it some time.”
Wanda shuffles her favorite playlist as she drives. Luckily, their apartment was only fifteen minutes away from downtown Seattle, so she didn’t have too much time to get overly nervous. Still, her hands shake slightly when she adjusts her leather messenger bag over one shoulder. She’d thrifted it that weekend with Kate, her roommate telling her it was the perfect vibe for an editor.
Whatever that means.
Traffic isn’t too bad just yet, and Wanda triple-checks the email HR sent that tells her which parking lot to pull into, before turning off her car and taking a few deep breaths.
“You can do this,” she mutters to herself, before shaking her head and smiling. She grabs her bag, nervousness slowly being replaced with excitement.
She has a job. At the one place she was most hoping would hire her. In a big city. With an amazing roommate and a perfect girlfriend. She had nothing to be worried about.
Besides, she’s pretty sure Natasha would love it if she didn’t work and just lived in her apartment full-time. So she’s not too concerned about getting fired. It always helps to have a backup plan.
She knows where to go from her interview, so she presses the button for her office’s floor before standing aside and letting two other women enter the elevator. It’s only a bit awkward, since nobody really says anything, but soon the doors open to Wanda’s office floor.
Stepping out, she catches the eye of the receptionist, who waves her over with a big smile.
“Wanda!” The woman practically gushes. “We are all so excited to have you, I can’t believe it’s already your first day. We’ve all been talking about how much we were looking forward to having you on the team.”
The woman has wrapped her arm around Wanda’s at this point, talking a mile a minute as she leads Wanda further into the office area. There’s one desk that stands out, a small red bow on top of the computer, and a gift bag sitting next to the keyboard.
“I hope it’s not too much, but we always congratulate new hires with a little first-day gift! That’s why we had you fill out that questionnaire about yourself.” The woman halts next to what is apparently Wanda’s desk, smiling widely.
“This is amazing,” Wanda smiles back at her, “You guys didn’t have to do all of this, I’m just so excited to be here.”
“Of course we did,” a new voice sounds out, and Wanda turns to see a tall, muscular blonde man smiling at her from two desks away. “Excuse my lack of manners, I’m Steve. Believe me when I say that everyone here has been so excited to have you start. Your interview was one of the best, or so I’ve heard.”
Wanda doesn’t quite know what to say to that, but she feels her face heating up all the same. She’s saved by Agatha’s voice ringing out from the reception area.
“Is she already here?”
A chorus of people says yes, and a few more of her colleagues stand and make their way towards her desk. There are so many smiling faces around her, and people introducing themselves, that Wanda begins to feel overwhelmed.
“Give the poor girl some space, we all know how exciting a first day can be,” Agatha says, pushing her way through the crowd. There are two coffee cups in her hands, and she hands one to Wanda. “Hiya, hon. Congrats on your first day!” She nods to the coffee cup. “That’s for you, and you’ll find other goodies inside this bag. Get used to your space and familiarize yourself with your computer, one of our IT guys should be down soon to help you get all set up, and then we have our weekly meeting at 11 sharp, in my office.”
Agatha speaks at a mile a minute, and Wanda feels all of her nerves fade away. She’s already feeling like a part of the team, and she hasn’t even done any real work yet.
“We’re pairing you with Steve for the first few weeks, just until you learn the ropes, he’s one of the best mentors we’ve got. I don’t think the man has a limit to his patience.” Agatha winks, returning the easy smile Steve sends her way.
Leaning in, Agatha murmurs, “Let me know if you need anything, alright? No question is too silly, we all want to see you succeed in any way that you can here. Got it?”
Wanda nods, a big smile on her face now, too.
The crowd disperses after a few minutes, all of her colleagues introducing themselves and offering words of encouragement. The excitement doesn’t seem to fade, though. There is plenty of chatter around the office, and Wanda opens her gift bag while waiting for IT.
The office itself is amazing, she notes. The inside is all brick, with large windows letting light stream in. Their floor is one of the higher ones, so she has a pretty decent view of the city. Although the building is older, given the brick, their workspaces are completely modern, with the latest models of computers and sleek keyboards. Most notably, the overhead lights are all off, only a few lamps around the space needed, since the sun provides plenty of light to see.
It’s the perfect work environment, in Wanda’s opinion.
IT finally arrives, another muscular man who introduces himself as Bucky. (What is with everyone working here looking like a Greek god or goddess?) Wanda is pretty sure that’s a nickname. She doesn’t miss the way the man’s eyes keep drifting over to Steve, or the way the blond man can’t seem to keep a soft grin off of his face.
Interesting. Wanda is already figuring out how to subtly mention her girlfriend to Steve. If he was trying to be discreet about his attraction to the weirdly muscular man from IT, he’s failing spectacularly.
Wanda finally manages to get her computer all set up, and the day is a blur from there.
Agatha seems to mostly stay in her office, the space big enough for the whole team to fit inside for their weekly meeting. Wanda brought along a notebook, glancing at others as they scrawled in them as Agatha was speaking. Steve had nudged her, telling her he’d catch her up to speed on what notes to take after the meeting.
Steve was extremely helpful, co-editing a few simple pieces with Wanda. He’d told her that she didn’t need much coaching, and she’d felt a burst of relief and warmth bloom inside her chest. She’d figured out how their workflow went, how different projects were assigned, and who to get a sign-off from.
At one point, a tall brunette with heavy, black eye makeup had waltzed through the door with a paper bag clutched in her intricately designed fingernails. She strode right into Agatha’s office, and Steve had whispered that the woman’s name was Rio. Wanda didn’t need him to tell her that the women were married, not after Rio had planted a huge, slightly obscene kiss on her new boss’s lips.
Agatha seemed all the more cheery after the short visit from her wife, if that was even possible. Realistically, Wanda knew that it was only her first day, but all of her coworkers seemed nice and relatively drama-free, and her boss was easy-going, if not meticulous about details.
Plus, she was really happy about working with queer coworkers. It was somewhat of a relief not to feel the urge to hide her relationship or the pronouns of her partner.
“Feel free to decorate your space,” The receptionist was saying, leaning against Wanda’s desk. The clock was nearing the end of the day, and Wanda still hadn’t figured out the girl’s name. “We all do, some have pictures of their family or pets, and others have their diploma displayed. Have you seen Agatha’s? She’s got a Master’s degree and everything!”
Wanda just blinked and smiled, her mind seeming like it was going a million miles an hour. There was so much to process from the day, but she didn’t mind. This was the most fun she’d had in a while, even going over her bank details for her paycheck with HR seemed interesting.
“I’ll be sure to bring some stuff in, then, thank you…” Wanda winced. “I never really caught your name, sorry. There’s just so much going on today.”
The girl giggled, waving her off. “No worries, Wanda. My name is America, it's not super easily forgettable, right?”
Wanda’s eyebrows rose. “No, it’s not. I’m sure I won’t forget it.” She offered a chuckle of her own. “Thanks for showing me around a bit, that was really nice of you.”
America waves her off again, pushing off from her desk. “It’s no problem at all! I hope you enjoyed your first day, you’re already doing great, I can tell.” She winks at Wanda, before cheerily striding off to the front desk.
Honestly, was everyone who worked here happy all the time? Did anyone have a bad day?
Wanda’s phone buzzes, and she sneaks a glance at it, her smile growing as she reads the text from Natasha.
I hope you’ve had a successful day, I’m positive that you’re doing well already. Do you have evening plans? If not, I’ll make dinner at mine. 6 p.m. sharp.
Quickly, Wanda responds, even knowing her coworkers don’t really care if someone is on their phone. They only seem to care that everyone gets their work done effectively, the exact environment Wanda thrives in.
As long as I get to pick the wine.
After a few seconds, Natasha starts typing.
I will give you two options to decide from.
Wanda smirks. Control freak, that’s what her girlfriend was.
Sounds good, I’ll be there at 6. I can drive, don’t you dare send Nick to pick me up.
She doesn’t wait for a response, hearing her coworkers slowly begin to pack up. There are only ten minutes left in the workday, a few people having left earlier, but mostly the office was filled with chatter now.
Wanda powers down her computer, looking up and smiling at Steve as he gives her a thumbs up.
“You did great today, kid,” he says, zipping up his leather backpack and grabbing his water bottle. “Any fun places to celebrate your first day?”
“Yes, actually,” Wanda remembers the way Steve had eyed the IT guy. “My girlfriend is cooking dinner, so I’m celebrating with her.”
Just as she suspected, Steve didn’t bat an eye. “That’s great! I hope you have a fun time, and I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ve got my own date to get to.” He winks at her, before striding out and waving his goodbye to America.
“Alright team,” Agatha’s voice sounds out, the woman’s coat draped over one arm as she holds her purse. She shuts her office door behind her. “It’s a Monday, so don’t dawdle too much. Great work today, everyone. I look forward to another successful week. And Wanda, we’re all very pleased to have you here.”
Wanda blushes as a few coworkers clap, smiling at the wink Agatha throws her way.
As soon as Agatha leaves, most of her coworkers surge toward the door, chatting as they leave. Wanda follows, still drinking in the fact that she’d just completed her first day at her new job, and she hadn’t failed spectacularly.
She drives home in a state of slight disbelief, excitement from the day still buzzing in her veins. It felt weird to not worry about homework in the evening, her recent graduation still lingering around the edges of her mind.
Wanda could do whatever she wanted, without something hanging over her head. It felt freeing, and she fought a cheesy smile that threatened to take over her face. All she had left to do today was go home and get ready for her date with Natasha.
Ah, fuck. What was she going to wear?
Wanda dialed Kate, knowing she was still at home, her foot pressing slightly harder on the gas. She really was awful at picking out outfits.
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Natasha had graciously given Wanda a key to her penthouse, so when she stepped out of the elevator and silently rounded the corner, she was greeted with the sight of Natasha in the kitchen.
The woman’s hair was clipped casually in a claw clip, a few strands hanging loosely. She wore dark green linen pants and a slightly oversized, yet boxy white button-up shirt. Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, and she seemed intently focused on whatever she was cooking on the stovetop.
Grateful for the jazz that slowly filled the kitchen, Wanda slid into a seat at the counter, content to just watch her girlfriend. God, she looked hot. Her gaze traveled down the woman’s body, lingering at her hips, before dropping her eyes further and flushing.
Catching a glance of two wine bottles on the counter, unopened, Wanda smiled. At least Natasha was true to her word.
“Wanda?”
Wanda’s eyes moved before she could even register Natasha’s voice, a small smirk appearing on her face at the sight of her girlfriend wielding a wooden spoon.
“Hey,” she chuckled, tilting her head slightly, unable to suppress her amusement.
Natasha blinked, lowering the spoon hastily. “You’re early.”
“And you’re adorable.”
The older woman’s face crinkled slightly, her eyes rolling the barest amount before she turned and resumed stirring something in the frying pan. “Thank you, darling. But you’re still early.” She turned slightly, one of the strands from her claw clip finally escaping to frame her face. “It’ll be a few minutes before the food is ready.”
If Wanda didn’t know Natasha as well as she did, she would have missed the slight worry in the woman’s tone.
“I’m fine with waiting, truly. It gives me more time to decide on which wine to drink,” Wanda murmured, slipping from her seat as Natasha gave a short nod. She rounded the counter as Natasha returned her attention to the stovetop.
Barely even glancing at the wine bottles, Wanda breezed past them until she was directly behind Natasha. Her fingers reached out, almost as if drawn to the older woman’s body like an irresistible magnet, grazing her hips before circling around her waist.
Natasha’s face turned slightly, and Wanda could see a satisfied smirk pulling at the corner of her lips.
“I like the bottle with the green design better,” Wanda whispered, pressing herself flush against her girlfriend’s back and resting her chin on the woman’s muscular shoulder.
“That’s a blackberry wine,” Natasha says, her tone giving the impression that she’s not bothered by Wanda’s closeness at all. “I know you like a sweeter wine, so I picked blackberry and raspberry, it’s your choice. They’ll both go well with the dish.”
Aha, she was affected by Wanda’s touch. Natasha was rambling, her movements a little too mechanical as she stirred the already-cooked dish.
“Is the food ready yet?” Wanda whispered, putting her lips near Natasha’s ear. One of her hands came up to brush the wayward strand back into the claw clip. She smirked at the way Natasha’s shoulders tightened slightly, a sign that the woman was solidifying her composure.
“Just about,” Natasha turned again, planting a soft kiss against Wanda’s lips. “Go pour us some wine, I’ll plate the food. Good plan?”
Wanda just nods, feeling her cheeks heat up at the closeness of their lips. She presses forward for a moment, stealing one last kiss before detaching herself from Natasha's wonderful warmth.
Picking up the blackberry wine, she struggles with the cork for a minute before finally popping it out, sneaking a glance over her shoulder to make sure Natasha hadn’t witnessed it. She pours a healthy amount in each wine glass, ignoring what the older woman had taught her about wine decorum. Tonight was a celebration, after all.
The only response she gets from Natasha is a quirk of the eyebrow when she sees the glasses, before a plate of steaming food is set down in front of her. The pasta is cooked perfectly, with little flakes of parmesan cheese sprinkled over it, and a medium-rare steak cut into slices resting in the middle.
“This looks amazing, Nat,” Wanda gushes, too focused on the delicious food in front of her to see Natasha’s small smile at the nickname.
They chat for a while, Natasha listening as Wanda describes her first day, her eyes warily following the fork in her hand as she gestures. Her green eyes barely leave Wanda’s, save to glance at her wine before taking a sip.
Eventually, the conversation reaches its natural end, and Natasha delicately tips her wine glass all the way up, finishing it.
“When you’re finished eating,” she begins, her low voice sending warmth down Wanda’s lower spine, “I want you to grab a pillow from the couch and kneel on it, facing the window. Do you understand?”
Flushing, Wanda nods, glancing over her shoulder at the open concept living room area when Natasha stands to clear her dishes. The windows are floor-to-ceiling and overlook Seattle. Luckily, the penthouse is on the top floor of this building, so she doesn’t have to worry about anyone looking in.
Finishing the last few pieces of steak on her plate, Wanda swallows a healthy mouthful of her wine. She stands, catching Natasha’s gaze.
At the subtle head shake she receives, she slowly puts her wine glass down, leaving it for Natasha to clear from the counter and wash. Feeling a pleasant buzz in her veins, she ambles over to the couch, her limbs feeling slightly weighted.
Grabbing one of the decorative pillows, she sets it down in front of the couch, sinking down to her knees on it. Setting her hands on her thighs, she feels herself relax as she gazes out the window.
Seattle is amazing at night, the lights twinkling softly from lit-up skyscrapers. She can’t see any stars, being in the heart of the city, but she doesn’t mind. The view of the city is even better when she’s up high.
Fuck, she can feel that familiar heat settling in her lower gut, her mind going slightly fuzzy as she waits. She can hear Natasha in the kitchen, water flowing as she rinses the dishes. It settles in the back of her mind like a pleasant hum. She can smell Natasha, her cinnamon perfume floating around her head. She wonders if the woman had sat on the couch earlier today, reading or working on her laptop.
The water stops, and Wanda smiles as Natasha appears in front of her.
“I love it when you look at me like this,” Natasha murmurs, her hand reaching out to cup Wanda’s chin. She gently applies pressure until Wanda’s head is tilted up, those green eyes boring into hers.
Her pupils are dilated, and Wanda watches as her chest swells when she takes a deep, steadying breath.
“Such a good girl for me, Wanda,” Natasha whispers, releasing her chin and moving out of her line of sight. She can see Natasha’s knees on either side of her as the woman sits on the couch, and she resists the urge to lean against one of them. “How are you feeling?”
“So good,” Wanda says, her words slipping into a soft whine as Natasha’s hands come down on her shoulders. The woman pulls her back slightly, until she feels the woman’s strong core against her upper back. Those wonderful thighs tighten around her arms, and Wanda bites her lip.
“Do you want me to make you feel better?” Natasha whispers, her hands firmly massaging Wanda’s shoulders.
“Yes, please,” Wanda sighs, relaxing into the touch. Her hips strain as she keeps still, her clit throbbing as she feels Natasha’s warmth surround her.
“Yes, what?” Natasha asks, her tone slightly firm.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good girl,” Natasha bends down to place a soft kiss on the top of Wanda’s head. One of her hands leaves Wanda’s shoulder, and the other decorative pillow is placed in front of her. “Put this between your thighs and hump, baby.”
The moan that escapes Wanda is wanton. She quickly positions the pillow, her back arching as she begins to hump, relieving the pressure that has been steadily building. Her clit throbs roughly, her movements stilted with need.
“You sound amazing, darling,” Natasha husks, her hands moving yet again. Her fingers trail over Wanda’s collarbone, wrapping loosely around her neck, a reminder of her place. “Keep humping for me, show me how badly you want it.”
“Mmm, fuck,” Wanda whimpers, her breath coming out fast and rough. Her hips burn as she grinds herself against the pillow, and she can feel her arousal smearing in her panties.
The hand around her throat squeezes.
“Watch your language,” Natasha commands, the pressure subsiding as Wanda nods. Two fingers gently touch her lips. They dance along her bottom lip, the sensitive nerves sending pleasure straight to her core.
Natasha’s lips graze her ear. “Suck, Wanda.”
The fingers slide into her mouth, her tongue eagerly wrapping around them. Her lips close, and she sucks, a soft moan rumbling in her throat.
“Doesn’t this feel good? Obeying me, letting me take care of you?” Natasha murmurs. “You’re being so good for me, humping my pillow and sucking my fingers. You’re my perfect little slut, baby.”
The fingers in her mouth begin to move, Natasha pulling them almost all the way out before slowly sliding them back in. She pumps her fingers languidly, and Wanda can feel some of her drool escape, sliding down her chin.
“Keep going, Wanda. I want you to cum for me. Fall apart for me, baby.”
Wanda’s clit throbs once, and that’s the only warning she gets before her orgasm overtakes her. God, she hadn’t even realised how close she was, but Natasha’s permission had sent her over the edge almost instantly. Her thighs shake, her muscles seizing as she cums, the movement of her hips against the pillow rough and shaky.
Natasha’s fingers keep idly pumping in and out of her as Wanda’s muffled moans escape. Her other hand rests against her sternum, keeping her pressed into Natasha’s body.
“I love feeling your body tremble when you cum,” Natasha says, her voice rough and low. “You’re so perfect, малышка. So obedient.”
All Wanda can do is nod, riding out the aftershocks of her orgasm, sure that the pillow is damp underneath her.
“Keep humping, nice and slow. Let me make you feel good, hm?” Natasha continues. “Let your head go fuzzy for me. I’ll take care of you.”
Nodding, Wanda obeys, slowly grinding against the pillow, nearly frictionless. She resumes sucking the wonderfully long fingers in her mouth, her head filling with only thoughts of Natasha, her body warm from pleasure.
Natasha leans down, kissing Wanda’s damp temple. “Congrats on your first day, Wanda. You’ve made me so proud.”
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The morning of Wanda’s first day, she wakes up three hours early.
Kate stumbles into the kitchen at 6:30, blearily blinking at Wanda and sighing gratefully when a second cup of coffee is shoved into her hands.
“Someone’s excited,” Kate mumbles, taking a long sip of her coffee. She collapses into a kitchen chair, watching Wanda’s flurried movements around the kitchen. A second later, a plate of toast is dropped in front of her.
“I just,” Wanda stops for a moment, setting her own plate down much more gently. “I really want this day to go well.”
Kate snorts. “Of course it will, from what I heard, Agatha is nothing less than thrilled to have you there.”
“Right, but what if I show up and forget what I’m doing and then they all know that I’m a fraud?” Wanda scampers away at the thought, furiously whisking eggs in a bowl. “Do you want scrambled eggs?”
“I- sure, yeah,” Kate blinks again, scrubbing at her eyes. “Listen, you belong there. You’re going to do great, just try not to burden your thoughts with depressing what-if questions, yeah?”
“Right,” Wanda murmurs, pouring the eggs into a frying pan, her fingers tapping on the spatula handle.
“Drink some more coffee,” Kate instructs. “Not too much though, I feel like your heart rate is already through the roof. Why did you set your alarm so early?”
Wanda turns, sheepish. “I set it for 7:30, but…” She gestures helplessly at the kitchen. “I woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep so, here we are.”
Kate just shakes her head, shoving a piece of toast into her mouth.
Wanda does calm down after breakfast, her food settling comfortably despite the nerves churning in her gut. She cleans the dishes while Kate disappears into her bedroom, her roommate declaring herself in charge of Wanda’s outfit.
The dishes have never been done faster. Wanda finally manages to make it to the bathroom, taking a deep breath as she locks eyes with her reflection. “You’ve got this,” she whispers, her reflection nodding as she speaks.
Luckily, she has a short skincare routine, and she applies the barest amount of makeup. A dab of concealer to cover a stubborn acne scar on her chin that just won’t go away, and a small amount of mascara. She would apply eyeshadow, but her fingers are trembling a bit too much for that at the moment.
Her official title and job description had been sent over with other paperwork HR had requested to be filled out. ‘Junior Editor’, it said, and Wanda had squealed in excitement with Kate when the paperwork asked her to fill out the information for her order of business cards.
Her nerves were giving way to excitement, and Wanda suddenly found herself impatient to start the day.
Her phone buzzes, and she caps the mascara tube before dragging a hairbrush through her (fortunately) shiny hair.
Enjoy your first day. Let me know how it goes.
Wanda smiles, fingers hovering over Natasha’s text, when another one appears.
I’m proud of you.
The smile that graces her face is no less than brilliant, and she responds with a quick thank you and a promise to talk after work before making her way to her bedroom.
Kate greets her by holding up a pair of dark brown corduroy pants, a pair of green leather boots in the other.
“Okay, I’m thinking of a forest theme, but professional and cozy at the same time,” Kate says, her words rushed, like she can’t wait to be rid of them. Wanda can tell that her mind is going a thousand miles per minute.
She may have brewed the coffee a little too strong.
“I have that really thin dress shirt that you can layer easily with, and two different sweater options to go on top of it.” Kate points to the bed, one beige sweater and one dark green sweater with a subtle pattern on it laid out. A white dress shirt with a collar is hanging from the doorknob of her closet.
“Put these on,” Kate urges, handing the pants and boots to Wanda before returning to the walk-in closet. “I’m finding you a belt,” she calls, her voice slightly muffled.
Wanda just chuckles, stripping her pajamas off and stepping into the pants. She snags her most comfortable bra, putting it on and tugging the collared shirt over her head. She hated buttons, so she never bothered to undo more than the top one.
“I think I’m gonna go with the green sweater,” Wanda calls, putting it on.
“Good choice,” Kate says, walking out of the closet with a brown belt in her hand. “It’ll go well with the boots. Here, this should match everything.”
Wanda takes the belt, sliding it through her belt loops and resolutely not thinking about the way Natasha had taken a belt to her ass four days ago. That had been a new experience, and not an entirely unpleasant one, either.
“Okay, jewelry.” Kate claps her hands, making her way to Wanda’s wall, where she’d hung up her necklaces on ornate brass pushpins.
Slipping into the boots, Wanda steps in front of her full-length mirror, smoothing out any creases she finds. She looks put together. A bit like an English teacher, but like, a young one.
“You always wear gold rings, so I figured this necklace would do well. We won’t stack today, just keep it simple, yeah?”
Wanda nods, grabbing her rings from the small bowl they go in when she’s not wearing them. Kate had taken a ceramics class once, in their freshman year, and had tried to make a little ashtray.
It did not look like an ashtray.
So Wanda had claimed it, telling her roommate that she was saving her from thrifting a ring bowl. Besides, homemade is always better. Kate had created a much better ashtray a few weeks later, and that one was now sitting out on their porch waiting for use.
Grabbing the necklace, a simple gold star on a thin chain, Wanda puts it on, positioning it under her collar perfectly.
“Hey, you look like a professional editor already,” Kate exclaims, resting her head on Wanda’s shoulder as she assesses herself in the mirror once again.
“Hopefully I feel that way, too.”
“You will,” Kate says, patting her shoulder. “Just give it some time.”
Wanda shuffles her favorite playlist as she drives. Luckily, their apartment was only fifteen minutes away from downtown Seattle, so she didn’t have too much time to get overly nervous. Still, her hands shake slightly when she adjusts her leather messenger bag over one shoulder. She’d thrifted it that weekend with Kate, her roommate telling her it was the perfect vibe for an editor.
Whatever that means.
Traffic isn’t too bad just yet, and Wanda triple-checks the email HR sent that tells her which parking lot to pull into, before turning off her car and taking a few deep breaths.
“You can do this,” she mutters to herself, before shaking her head and smiling. She grabs her bag, nervousness slowly being replaced with excitement.
She has a job. At the one place she was most hoping would hire her. In a big city. With an amazing roommate and a perfect girlfriend. She had nothing to be worried about.
Besides, she’s pretty sure Natasha would love it if she didn’t work and just lived in her apartment full-time. So she’s not too concerned about getting fired. It always helps to have a backup plan.
She knows where to go from her interview, so she presses the button for her office’s floor before standing aside and letting two other women enter the elevator. It’s only a bit awkward, since nobody really says anything, but soon the doors open to Wanda’s office floor.
Stepping out, she catches the eye of the receptionist, who waves her over with a big smile.
“Wanda!” The woman practically gushes. “We are all so excited to have you, I can’t believe it’s already your first day. We’ve all been talking about how much we were looking forward to having you on the team.”
The woman has wrapped her arm around Wanda’s at this point, talking a mile a minute as she leads Wanda further into the office area. There’s one desk that stands out, a small red bow on top of the computer, and a gift bag sitting next to the keyboard.
“I hope it’s not too much, but we always congratulate new hires with a little first-day gift! That’s why we had you fill out that questionnaire about yourself.” The woman halts next to what is apparently Wanda’s desk, smiling widely.
“This is amazing,” Wanda smiles back at her, “You guys didn’t have to do all of this, I’m just so excited to be here.”
“Of course we did,” a new voice sounds out, and Wanda turns to see a tall, muscular blonde man smiling at her from two desks away. “Excuse my lack of manners, I’m Steve. Believe me when I say that everyone here has been so excited to have you start. Your interview was one of the best, or so I’ve heard.”
Wanda doesn’t quite know what to say to that, but she feels her face heating up all the same. She’s saved by Agatha’s voice ringing out from the reception area.
“Is she already here?”
A chorus of people says yes, and a few more of her colleagues stand and make their way towards her desk. There are so many smiling faces around her, and people introducing themselves, that Wanda begins to feel overwhelmed.
“Give the poor girl some space, we all know how exciting a first day can be,” Agatha says, pushing her way through the crowd. There are two coffee cups in her hands, and she hands one to Wanda. “Hiya, hon. Congrats on your first day!” She nods to the coffee cup. “That’s for you, and you’ll find other goodies inside this bag. Get used to your space and familiarize yourself with your computer, one of our IT guys should be down soon to help you get all set up, and then we have our weekly meeting at 11 sharp, in my office.”
Agatha speaks at a mile a minute, and Wanda feels all of her nerves fade away. She’s already feeling like a part of the team, and she hasn’t even done any real work yet.
“We’re pairing you with Steve for the first few weeks, just until you learn the ropes, he’s one of the best mentors we’ve got. I don’t think the man has a limit to his patience.” Agatha winks, returning the easy smile Steve sends her way.
Leaning in, Agatha murmurs, “Let me know if you need anything, alright? No question is too silly, we all want to see you succeed in any way that you can here. Got it?”
Wanda nods, a big smile on her face now, too.
The crowd disperses after a few minutes, all of her colleagues introducing themselves and offering words of encouragement. The excitement doesn’t seem to fade, though. There is plenty of chatter around the office, and Wanda opens her gift bag while waiting for IT.
The office itself is amazing, she notes. The inside is all brick, with large windows letting light stream in. Their floor is one of the higher ones, so she has a pretty decent view of the city. Although the building is older, given the brick, their workspaces are completely modern, with the latest models of computers and sleek keyboards. Most notably, the overhead lights are all off, only a few lamps around the space needed, since the sun provides plenty of light to see.
It’s the perfect work environment, in Wanda’s opinion.
IT finally arrives, another muscular man who introduces himself as Bucky. (What is with everyone working here looking like a Greek god or goddess?) Wanda is pretty sure that’s a nickname. She doesn’t miss the way the man’s eyes keep drifting over to Steve, or the way the blond man can’t seem to keep a soft grin off of his face.
Interesting. Wanda is already figuring out how to subtly mention her girlfriend to Steve. If he was trying to be discreet about his attraction to the weirdly muscular man from IT, he’s failing spectacularly.
Wanda finally manages to get her computer all set up, and the day is a blur from there.
Agatha seems to mostly stay in her office, the space big enough for the whole team to fit inside for their weekly meeting. Wanda brought along a notebook, glancing at others as they scrawled in them as Agatha was speaking. Steve had nudged her, telling her he’d catch her up to speed on what notes to take after the meeting.
Steve was extremely helpful, co-editing a few simple pieces with Wanda. He’d told her that she didn’t need much coaching, and she’d felt a burst of relief and warmth bloom inside her chest. She’d figured out how their workflow went, how different projects were assigned, and who to get a sign-off from.
At one point, a tall brunette with heavy, black eye makeup had waltzed through the door with a paper bag clutched in her intricately designed fingernails. She strode right into Agatha’s office, and Steve had whispered that the woman’s name was Rio. Wanda didn’t need him to tell her that the women were married, not after Rio had planted a huge, slightly obscene kiss on her new boss’s lips.
Agatha seemed all the more cheery after the short visit from her wife, if that was even possible. Realistically, Wanda knew that it was only her first day, but all of her coworkers seemed nice and relatively drama-free, and her boss was easy-going, if not meticulous about details.
Plus, she was really happy about working with queer coworkers. It was somewhat of a relief not to feel the urge to hide her relationship or the pronouns of her partner.
“Feel free to decorate your space,” The receptionist was saying, leaning against Wanda’s desk. The clock was nearing the end of the day, and Wanda still hadn’t figured out the girl’s name. “We all do, some have pictures of their family or pets, and others have their diploma displayed. Have you seen Agatha’s? She’s got a Master’s degree and everything!”
Wanda just blinked and smiled, her mind seeming like it was going a million miles an hour. There was so much to process from the day, but she didn’t mind. This was the most fun she’d had in a while, even going over her bank details for her paycheck with HR seemed interesting.
“I’ll be sure to bring some stuff in, then, thank you…” Wanda winced. “I never really caught your name, sorry. There’s just so much going on today.”
The girl giggled, waving her off. “No worries, Wanda. My name is America, it's not super easily forgettable, right?”
Wanda’s eyebrows rose. “No, it’s not. I’m sure I won’t forget it.” She offered a chuckle of her own. “Thanks for showing me around a bit, that was really nice of you.”
America waves her off again, pushing off from her desk. “It’s no problem at all! I hope you enjoyed your first day, you’re already doing great, I can tell.” She winks at Wanda, before cheerily striding off to the front desk.
Honestly, was everyone who worked here happy all the time? Did anyone have a bad day?
Wanda’s phone buzzes, and she sneaks a glance at it, her smile growing as she reads the text from Natasha.
I hope you’ve had a successful day, I’m positive that you’re doing well already. Do you have evening plans? If not, I’ll make dinner at mine. 6 p.m. sharp.
Quickly, Wanda responds, even knowing her coworkers don’t really care if someone is on their phone. They only seem to care that everyone gets their work done effectively, the exact environment Wanda thrives in.
As long as I get to pick the wine.
After a few seconds, Natasha starts typing.
I will give you two options to decide from.
Wanda smirks. Control freak, that’s what her girlfriend was.
Sounds good, I’ll be there at 6. I can drive, don’t you dare send Nick to pick me up.
She doesn’t wait for a response, hearing her coworkers slowly begin to pack up. There are only ten minutes left in the workday, a few people having left earlier, but mostly the office was filled with chatter now.
Wanda powers down her computer, looking up and smiling at Steve as he gives her a thumbs up.
“You did great today, kid,” he says, zipping up his leather backpack and grabbing his water bottle. “Any fun places to celebrate your first day?”
“Yes, actually,” Wanda remembers the way Steve had eyed the IT guy. “My girlfriend is cooking dinner, so I’m celebrating with her.”
Just as she suspected, Steve didn’t bat an eye. “That’s great! I hope you have a fun time, and I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ve got my own date to get to.” He winks at her, before striding out and waving his goodbye to America.
“Alright team,” Agatha’s voice sounds out, the woman’s coat draped over one arm as she holds her purse. She shuts her office door behind her. “It’s a Monday, so don’t dawdle too much. Great work today, everyone. I look forward to another successful week. And Wanda, we’re all very pleased to have you here.”
Wanda blushes as a few coworkers clap, smiling at the wink Agatha throws her way.
As soon as Agatha leaves, most of her coworkers surge toward the door, chatting as they leave. Wanda follows, still drinking in the fact that she’d just completed her first day at her new job, and she hadn’t failed spectacularly.
She drives home in a state of slight disbelief, excitement from the day still buzzing in her veins. It felt weird to not worry about homework in the evening, her recent graduation still lingering around the edges of her mind.
Wanda could do whatever she wanted, without something hanging over her head. It felt freeing, and she fought a cheesy smile that threatened to take over her face. All she had left to do today was go home and get ready for her date with Natasha.
Ah, fuck. What was she going to wear?
Wanda dialed Kate, knowing she was still at home, her foot pressing slightly harder on the gas. She really was awful at picking out outfits.
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Natasha had graciously given Wanda a key to her penthouse, so when she stepped out of the elevator and silently rounded the corner, she was greeted with the sight of Natasha in the kitchen.
The woman’s hair was clipped casually in a claw clip, a few strands hanging loosely. She wore dark green linen pants and a slightly oversized, yet boxy white button-up shirt. Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, and she seemed intently focused on whatever she was cooking on the stovetop.
Grateful for the jazz that slowly filled the kitchen, Wanda slid into a seat at the counter, content to just watch her girlfriend. God, she looked hot. Her gaze traveled down the woman’s body, lingering at her hips, before dropping her eyes further and flushing.
Catching a glance of two wine bottles on the counter, unopened, Wanda smiled. At least Natasha was true to her word.
“Wanda?”
Wanda’s eyes moved before she could even register Natasha’s voice, a small smirk appearing on her face at the sight of her girlfriend wielding a wooden spoon.
“Hey,” she chuckled, tilting her head slightly, unable to suppress her amusement.
Natasha blinked, lowering the spoon hastily. “You’re early.”
“And you’re adorable.”
The older woman’s face crinkled slightly, her eyes rolling the barest amount before she turned and resumed stirring something in the frying pan. “Thank you, darling. But you’re still early.” She turned slightly, one of the strands from her claw clip finally escaping to frame her face. “It’ll be a few minutes before the food is ready.”
If Wanda didn’t know Natasha as well as she did, she would have missed the slight worry in the woman’s tone.
“I’m fine with waiting, truly. It gives me more time to decide on which wine to drink,” Wanda murmured, slipping from her seat as Natasha gave a short nod. She rounded the counter as Natasha returned her attention to the stovetop.
Barely even glancing at the wine bottles, Wanda breezed past them until she was directly behind Natasha. Her fingers reached out, almost as if drawn to the older woman’s body like an irresistible magnet, grazing her hips before circling around her waist.
Natasha’s face turned slightly, and Wanda could see a satisfied smirk pulling at the corner of her lips.
“I like the bottle with the green design better,” Wanda whispered, pressing herself flush against her girlfriend’s back and resting her chin on the woman’s muscular shoulder.
“That’s a blackberry wine,” Natasha says, her tone giving the impression that she’s not bothered by Wanda’s closeness at all. “I know you like a sweeter wine, so I picked blackberry and raspberry, it’s your choice. They’ll both go well with the dish.”
Aha, she was affected by Wanda’s touch. Natasha was rambling, her movements a little too mechanical as she stirred the already-cooked dish.
“Is the food ready yet?” Wanda whispered, putting her lips near Natasha’s ear. One of her hands came up to brush the wayward strand back into the claw clip. She smirked at the way Natasha’s shoulders tightened slightly, a sign that the woman was solidifying her composure.
“Just about,” Natasha turned again, planting a soft kiss against Wanda’s lips. “Go pour us some wine, I’ll plate the food. Good plan?”
Wanda just nods, feeling her cheeks heat up at the closeness of their lips. She presses forward for a moment, stealing one last kiss before detaching herself from Natasha's wonderful warmth.
Picking up the blackberry wine, she struggles with the cork for a minute before finally popping it out, sneaking a glance over her shoulder to make sure Natasha hadn’t witnessed it. She pours a healthy amount in each wine glass, ignoring what the older woman had taught her about wine decorum. Tonight was a celebration, after all.
The only response she gets from Natasha is a quirk of the eyebrow when she sees the glasses, before a plate of steaming food is set down in front of her. The pasta is cooked perfectly, with little flakes of parmesan cheese sprinkled over it, and a medium-rare steak cut into slices resting in the middle.
“This looks amazing, Nat,” Wanda gushes, too focused on the delicious food in front of her to see Natasha’s small smile at the nickname.
They chat for a while, Natasha listening as Wanda describes her first day, her eyes warily following the fork in her hand as she gestures. Her green eyes barely leave Wanda’s, save to glance at her wine before taking a sip.
Eventually, the conversation reaches its natural end, and Natasha delicately tips her wine glass all the way up, finishing it.
“When you’re finished eating,” she begins, her low voice sending warmth down Wanda’s lower spine, “I want you to grab a pillow from the couch and kneel on it, facing the window. Do you understand?”
Flushing, Wanda nods, glancing over her shoulder at the open concept living room area when Natasha stands to clear her dishes. The windows are floor-to-ceiling and overlook Seattle. Luckily, the penthouse is on the top floor of this building, so she doesn’t have to worry about anyone looking in.
Finishing the last few pieces of steak on her plate, Wanda swallows a healthy mouthful of her wine. She stands, catching Natasha’s gaze.
At the subtle head shake she receives, she slowly puts her wine glass down, leaving it for Natasha to clear from the counter and wash. Feeling a pleasant buzz in her veins, she ambles over to the couch, her limbs feeling slightly weighted.
Grabbing one of the decorative pillows, she sets it down in front of the couch, sinking down to her knees on it. Setting her hands on her thighs, she feels herself relax as she gazes out the window.
Seattle is amazing at night, the lights twinkling softly from lit-up skyscrapers. She can’t see any stars, being in the heart of the city, but she doesn’t mind. The view of the city is even better when she’s up high.
Fuck, she can feel that familiar heat settling in her lower gut, her mind going slightly fuzzy as she waits. She can hear Natasha in the kitchen, water flowing as she rinses the dishes. It settles in the back of her mind like a pleasant hum. She can smell Natasha, her cinnamon perfume floating around her head. She wonders if the woman had sat on the couch earlier today, reading or working on her laptop.
The water stops, and Wanda smiles as Natasha appears in front of her.
“I love it when you look at me like this,” Natasha murmurs, her hand reaching out to cup Wanda’s chin. She gently applies pressure until Wanda’s head is tilted up, those green eyes boring into hers.
Her pupils are dilated, and Wanda watches as her chest swells when she takes a deep, steadying breath.
“Such a good girl for me, Wanda,” Natasha whispers, releasing her chin and moving out of her line of sight. She can see Natasha’s knees on either side of her as the woman sits on the couch, and she resists the urge to lean against one of them. “How are you feeling?”
“So good,” Wanda says, her words slipping into a soft whine as Natasha’s hands come down on her shoulders. The woman pulls her back slightly, until she feels the woman’s strong core against her upper back. Those wonderful thighs tighten around her arms, and Wanda bites her lip.
“Do you want me to make you feel better?” Natasha whispers, her hands firmly massaging Wanda’s shoulders.
“Yes, please,” Wanda sighs, relaxing into the touch. Her hips strain as she keeps still, her clit throbbing as she feels Natasha’s warmth surround her.
“Yes, what?” Natasha asks, her tone slightly firm.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good girl,” Natasha bends down to place a soft kiss on the top of Wanda’s head. One of her hands leaves Wanda’s shoulder, and the other decorative pillow is placed in front of her. “Put this between your thighs and hump, baby.”
The moan that escapes Wanda is wanton. She quickly positions the pillow, her back arching as she begins to hump, relieving the pressure that has been steadily building. Her clit throbs roughly, her movements stilted with need.
“You sound amazing, darling,” Natasha husks, her hands moving yet again. Her fingers trail over Wanda’s collarbone, wrapping loosely around her neck, a reminder of her place. “Keep humping for me, show me how badly you want it.”
“Mmm, fuck,” Wanda whimpers, her breath coming out fast and rough. Her hips burn as she grinds herself against the pillow, and she can feel her arousal smearing in her panties.
The hand around her throat squeezes.
“Watch your language,” Natasha commands, the pressure subsiding as Wanda nods. Two fingers gently touch her lips. They dance along her bottom lip, the sensitive nerves sending pleasure straight to her core.
Natasha’s lips graze her ear. “Suck, Wanda.”
The fingers slide into her mouth, her tongue eagerly wrapping around them. Her lips close, and she sucks, a soft moan rumbling in her throat.
“Doesn’t this feel good? Obeying me, letting me take care of you?” Natasha murmurs. “You’re being so good for me, humping my pillow and sucking my fingers. You’re my perfect little slut, baby.”
The fingers in her mouth begin to move, Natasha pulling them almost all the way out before slowly sliding them back in. She pumps her fingers languidly, and Wanda can feel some of her drool escape, sliding down her chin.
“Keep going, Wanda. I want you to cum for me. Fall apart for me, baby.”
Wanda’s clit throbs once, and that’s the only warning she gets before her orgasm overtakes her. God, she hadn’t even realised how close she was, but Natasha’s permission had sent her over the edge almost instantly. Her thighs shake, her muscles seizing as she cums, the movement of her hips against the pillow rough and shaky.
Natasha’s fingers keep idly pumping in and out of her as Wanda’s muffled moans escape. Her other hand rests against her sternum, keeping her pressed into Natasha’s body.
“I love feeling your body tremble when you cum,” Natasha says, her voice rough and low. “You’re so perfect, малышка. So obedient.”
All Wanda can do is nod, riding out the aftershocks of her orgasm, sure that the pillow is damp underneath her.
“Keep humping, nice and slow. Let me make you feel good, hm?” Natasha continues. “Let your head go fuzzy for me. I’ll take care of you.”
Nodding, Wanda obeys, slowly grinding against the pillow, nearly frictionless. She resumes sucking the wonderfully long fingers in her mouth, her head filling with only thoughts of Natasha, her body warm from pleasure.
Natasha leans down, kissing Wanda’s damp temple. “Congrats on your first day, Wanda. You’ve made me so proud.”
Did you hear the rumours about SadieSink replacing ElizabethOlsen as the Scarlet Witch?
Man imma be so disappointed if they do that
No, I didn't! I don't think that's going to happen, especially cause she's already going to be in the new Spider-Man movie. It would be weird for her to play two characters in the MCU universe lol. Also, Elizabeth Olsen is genuinely the only person who I think understands Wanda as a character and can play her well, and she's been Wanda for so long that it would be a bad look for Marvel to change the actress. That's like asking Chris Pine to play Tony Stark or something, people wouldn't like it.
people are so insensitive dude its insane wtf i’m so sorry you get these kinds of asks
Yeah it was a bit rude, unfortunately, I understand being frustrated at how long I'm taking to post this fic, especially when I've been so good at routinely posting in the past! Still not a great motivator tho lol, but I pinky promise I'm setting aside time each day to write now!!
We have spidey, Deadpool, wanda and IS THAT HEAN GREY I SEE?!
Also what kind of widget did you use for the calendar pop up? Mine never shoes the events reliably
Oh yes I thought I only did Wanda, Black Widow, and Spiderman lol! I legit just long-pressed the homescreen and added the Apple Calendar widget. I can't customize it, but I did do the long version, so it shows more events.
Please be patient with me. I’m slowly writing it. I’m also an adult with a full time demanding job, and it’s busy season currently. As a graphic designer, I use a lot of creative energy at work, and don’t have the capacity to write to the best of my ability when I get home.
50 SOR will be finished. It might take a bit, but once work moves into the slow part of the year, my goal is to fully commit time to finishing it.
Also, fanfiction writers do this for free. Please remember that.
It’s very discouraging to get this type of ask or comment, it won’t ever motivate a writer to continue writing.
Can I ask about your trans experience, like how did you had sure you wanted to be seen as a man…
(I’m in the same situation, I’m scared if I tell someone they will not like it or anything
It took years for me tbh. Eventually I was just like, in five to ten years, once I’m an adult, would I be comfortable being a woman and being seen as a woman and living as a woman? And the answer was no.
I’m still not a man, just a trans masculine person, but I definitely like being perceived as masculine.
You should absolutely do what’s best for you. Fuck everyone else. If someone doesn’t like it, you don’t need them in your life. And yes, that includes family. Obviously, if it’s unsafe to come out, it’s okay to wait a bit.
I fucked up some ligaments that holds my rib cage to my sternum and i cant do shit at the moment so ive just been binge reading your fics and the small snippets you post and theyre so good
Oh no I hope you heal okay!! I’m glad my fics could thing you some comfort 🥰
Hi, I hope this isn't an uncomfortable question, but how did you know you were trans?
I've been struggling with this since I was around 16–17, and I still can't tell whether I'm trans or just going through some weird phase. Whenever I try to put it into words, I feel like I'm trans because that explanation seems to fit, but at the same time it feels more complicated than that, you know?
I'm comfortable with masculine pronouns, but I'm not uncomfortable with feminine ones either because everyone uses those for me. It's normal. The people around me don't know about this conflict I'm dealing with.
There are times when being a woman makes me feel frustrated or angry, but I also think that could be because of all the difficulties and expectations that come with being a woman and everything you have to go through because of it.
There's also the fact that I think I would look better as a man, but I don't know if that's because I'm not comfortable with my body.
At the same time, I feel like I'm just making excuses to avoid admitting that I'm trans because the idea of being trans scares me.
I think the best advice I can give is that you don’t have to be sure of yourself right now! It’s okay to just give it some time and let yourself truly figure out what your internal feelings are. Labels don’t need to be decided upon instantly.
I totally understand being confused about if you want to be seen as a man or if you just have anger about how it is to be treated as a woman in society. It’s a tough thing to figure out your true feelings for.
I took years to figure out what I truly wanted. Nothing has to be decided today, or even in the next year. I did a lot of internal searching to figure out what I wanted and how I would be happiest in my life and with myself. The answers don’t come overnight.
I hope this was helpful! I’m on vacation rn so my brain has been shut off for the past few days and I’m not super intelligent at the moment lol.
Positioning you face down on the bed, her hands caressing your bare ass while you try to relax. You've had a long day, and all you want is to be in that wonderful submissive headspace.
Her hands coming down sharply, warming you up as your skin turns a beautiful shade of light pink. Your thoughts begin to quiet.
She brings out a soft paddle, your mind becoming fuzzier with each hit, every thought fleeing you until all you can focus on is Wanda.
The flogger hitting your already sensitive, dark pink skin, the pain pushing you further into the haze, your words a meaningless stream of moans.
The crop whistles through the air, only landing a few sharp blows before Wanda sets it aside, her hands gently massaging your warm skin.
Just Wanda knowing what you need and how exactly to get you there ♡
Wanda teaching you the stoplight system in a fun way, while also getting you more aroused than you've ever been.
She explains that green means go/I like this and want to continue, yellow means let's discuss/slow down, and red means stop/aftercare starts now.
Wanda makes sure that you nod your understanding before roughly palming your chest, groping your body as she asks what your color is. Green? Good. She moves her hand further down, cupping you, her fingers moving slightly. Color? Green... perfect. Her hands strip your clothes off, her lips touching your ear as she asks you what your color is. Green again, god, you must be loving this, hm? Her fingers around your neck, green. Her hands slapping your ass until it's pink, green. Her strap slamming in and out of you while you moan beneath her, green.
If you don't respond, she stops, her eyes searching yours while you moan and try to come up with a coherent way to respond with your color. It's green the entire time, but Wanda makes sure that you fully understand how the system works and that she'll stop or slow down the moment you say anything other than green.
Shushing you while she touches you, telling you to keep still and let her play. Good toys don't speak, after all.
Attaching a strap to your hips and riding it, her hands firmly clamped over your mouth as she fucks herself to completion.
Eating you out simply because she craves it, not because she wants you to cum. Finally stopping when her jaw is tired, smirking as you shake and moan from multiple orgasms.
Her hands down your pants in the car, in the movie theatre, in the bathroom of a club. Really, whenever she wants to, she just needs to feel how wet you get from her presence.
Sitting on your face, her fingers idly pumping in and out of you while you eat her out. Moving rougher and faster right before she cums, before slowing down as she rides out the aftershocks on your tongue.
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