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Special Birthday Treat

Pairing: Dom!MILF!Wanda x Beefy!Sub!FtM!Reader

Word Count: ~5.9k

Summary: When Wanda finds out Y/N is celebrating his birthday alone, she invites him over for a party. Afterwards, he gets to unwrap his best present. Wanda in lingerie.

Tags: R is a binary trans man and fully transitioned, R has a fully functional phalloplasty, Fluff, Smut, GentleDom!Wanda, Age gap, Mommy kink, MDLB, Teasing, Breast play, Tit sucking, Grinding, Panty fucking, Praise kink, Begging, Vaginal sex, Riding, Creampie

A/N: This story was requested by anon. It's in the same universe and is kind of a part two to When Life Gives You a MILF.

Ever since she and Y/N had first hooked up under the guise of "working on the house", Wanda hadn't been able to stay away from him. 

By now, all her home improvement problems were resolved. She'd invited Y/N over more times than she could count to fix the rest of them, though her real goal was just to get him in bed with her. It worked every time; she couldn't get enough of the sweet boy, and he clearly couldn't get enough of her.

She supposed she was a bit addicted to him, considering her house had dozens of problems when she first met him less than a month ago, and now, it had none. Now that she didn't have the "I really need this fixed, can you come over?" excuse, she had to find other ways to talk to Y/N. 

Though it didn't compare to feeling his body against hers, Wanda had come to enjoy texting him. She felt like a teenager again, staying up late to talk to the boy she liked. 

Tonight was no different. It was nearly one in the morning, and Wanda was sprawled out on her bed, beaming from ear to ear as she texted Y/N. The conversation hit a lull, so she asked a question that usually helped reignite it.

What are your plans for tomorrow, baby?

Wanda liked knowing about his days, what he was doing, how he spent his time when he wasn't with her. The three dots popped up within seconds, dancing across her screen torturously as she waited for him to reply.

it's actually my birthday tomorrow lol. i'm probably just gonna order some pizza and watch one of my fav movies to celebrate.

Wanda perked up at that. It was his birthday tomorrow? She had no idea. And why was he spending it alone? That just sounded absolutely dreadful. She quickly typed back.

I had no idea it was your birthday, Y/N! Why spend it alone? Did my boys forget? Oh, they're going to get a talking to if they forgot your birthday. 

God. She would unleash hell on Billy and Tommy if they forgot Y/N's birthday. She thought she raised them better than that. 

no need to do that lmao, they didn't forget. they don't know tomorrow's my birthday. i'm pretty secretive about it, so feel lucky i told u :p

Wanda smiled solemnly at that. She felt honored he told her about his birthday, but it deeply saddened her that he was so secretive about it and was going to celebrate alone. She quickly thought of an idea and wrote him back.

Oh, believe me, I know I'm lucky. Everyone who has you in their life is lucky. I don't want you spending your birthday alone, and I'm sure my boys would agree. Why don't you come over tomorrow for a small celebration? It'll just be us four.

Wanda waited impatiently for his reply. She hoped he'd say yes, but she wouldn't take no for an answer even if he tried. She was going to make his birthday special. She was already brainstorming what she was going to do to him after the party, but got pulled out of her thoughts by his reply.

are u sure? u don't need to do all that for me. i'm fine with my pizza and movie :)

Wanda sighed, rolling her eyes affectionately. He was so dense, so hard to be dissuaded when he made his mind up about something, but she was up for the challenge. 

No, Y/N, you are not fine. You will be coming over tomorrow. I want to do this for you more than anything. Please believe me, darling. 

She smirked as she hit send. She knew he was probably blushing behind his screen, fruitlessly trying to figure out how to form another polite rejection. He couldn't say no to her when she got into a commanding tone like that, so she wasn't surprised when she read his reply.

yes ma'am, lol. this means a lot to me, i'll definitely be there.

Victory. Wanda knew it would be easy to get him to cave, but it was always adorable when she was reminded how truly submissive he was. She looked over at the clock beside her bed. Almost two in the morning now. She needed rest if she was going to plan a good party for him. 

Good boy. How about you come over for six? Don't bring anything, I'll cover it all. Wear something you feel comfortable in. Just don't stress about anything. Tomorrow's your day.

Wanda knew that Y/N liked the idea of a day being fully about him more than he'd like to admit, and he only confirmed that by not fighting back at all.

sounds perfect wanda :) i'm looking forward to it. 

She smiled down at her phone, already looking forward to spoiling Y/N tomorrow and giving him the best day possible. She yawned, and was reminded that, for now, she had to let this perfect man go.

Likewise, sweetheart. As much as I adore our conversation, it is getting rather late, and I must be rested to plan your party. Sweet dreams, handsome. Xx. 

She smiled down at the good night wanda <3 sleep well text she received from him before locking her phone and shutting her eyes. 

The party was going to be fun, of course, but Wanda's mind lingered on what would happen afterwards. How it would feel for him to be here, sharing the bed she was currently in alone? What sounds would he make as she had him pinned under her? The other presents she planned to get him were trivial. She was his real gift. 

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"Get up. Now. We're throwing Y/N a birthday party."

Billy and Tommy slowly blinked awake, trying to process their mother's words. They glanced at each other from across their shared bedroom, and then back at her. 

"Huh? What do you mean? It's not his birthday." Tommy said sleepily, with Billy nodding in agreement.

Wanda wanted to roll her eyes. Did these boys know nothing? They knew Y/N was shy and closed off, why would they assume it wasn't his birthday? Wanda rubbed her temples exasperatedly, replying, "It is. He told me last night. Don't question this, okay? He planned to celebrate alone, and I couldn't stand that, so invited him over."

The twins exchanged another look before reverting their eyes back to Wanda. When she spoke this seriously, they knew it was better to just listen to her. And, of course, they cared deeply for Y/N, and didn't want him spending his special day alone.

"Fine," Billy said, rolling out of bed and walking over to his closet, "I'll get decorations and a gift for him."

Tommy got up in similar fashion, looking hungover from sleep but determined to help. "I'll deal with food and entertainment stuff."

Wanda had to stop herself from beaming. She was already planning to assign duties to each of the boys so she could focus on making herself look good for Y/N, but they'd already taken it on themselves to do that. Wanda happy exclaimed, "Perfect! I'll make sure the house is nice and tidy for when he comes over."

She walked over to each of her sons, giving them both a kiss on the forehead. "Thank you both so much. The party's at six. I'm so proud of you both for stepping up to make Y/N's birthday special."

Quicker than they could respond, Wanda left their room and went back to her own. Now that she had her sons handling the technicalities of the party, she could focus on what really mattered: how she looked.

She opened up her closet and began to sift through her options. Nothing stood out to her. Her marriage with Vision had been dead for years before they officially divorced, so she never felt the desire to dress up for him, resulting in an unfortunate lack of sexy attire.

Wanda had gotten so desperate that she dug all the way back in her closet, and that was when she struck gold. Lacy red lingerie. God, she couldn't remember the last time she had worn it. Maybe before her boys were even born. Regardless, she knew Vision hadn't appreciated it nearly as much as Y/N would.

She made sure her door was locked before she tried it on. She prayed it would fit. It took her a couple more minutes than she would have liked to admit to get it on. After all, she believed it had been over twenty years since she had dressed up sexily for anyone. After about three minutes of struggling, she had it on.

And, oh, it still fit like a charm. 

Wanda couldn't help but bite her lip when she saw how she looked in it. If anything, it fit even better now than it did when she first got it. 

Delicate lace framed her curves, making her look even more tempting than before. The tiny, floral pattern was intricately stunning, and the shade of red looked gorgeous in contrast to her pale, soft skin. The elastic pushed her breasts up, making her look even bustier than usual. The panties were practically nonexistent, just a thin, see-through strip that would barely separate her most intimate area from Y/N. The garter belt completed the look, adding just the right amount of dominance and sex appeal that would make him easily cave for her. 

Wanda twirled in the mirror, admiring her ass and curves from the back, too. She smirked to herself, knowing she still had "it". All she wanted was to look good for Y/N, and she knew this look would have him drooling.

The lingerie was only half of the outfit, though, she still had to find a dress to wear. It was always a dilemma when Y/N and the boys were together. It was mandatory to look appropriate and motherly for them, but all she wanted to do was look appealing and sexy for him. She knew that at this point she should probably just go on a shopping spree and find a closet's worth of outfits like that, but right now, she was working against the clock and needed to find something asap.

After a couple more minutes of digging in her closet, she found another archaic piece of clothing she deemed fitting for the occasion. 

It was a black dress, short enough to draw Y/N's eyes without raising suspicion from her boys. It was another piece of clothing that she swore she couldn't have worn in at least twenty years, but since the lingerie worked, she hoped it would work, too.

She pulled the dress on, being careful to not mess up the delicate lingerie underneath. Once she managed to zip it up herself, she checked herself out in the mirror, beaming at the way it fit her. Just like the lingerie, it looked immaculate on her. It went up to her mid thighs and clung to her curves like a second skin. The neck line wasn't too deep, but it was better to tease than just reveal everything, especially knowing her sons would be around. 

The dress hid the lingerie perfectly. She couldn't wait for Y/N to see it, but she didn't want him to until she had him alone. That was going to be his special gift. 

Wanda spent the rest of the afternoon tidying up the house like she told the boys she would. It was pretty much perfect already, due to how much Y/N had been coming over and helping her out with things, but she did it anyway for the sake of keeping face in front of her sons. 

When Billy and Tommy got back from shopping for what they volunteered to get, they worked with Wanda to set it up nicely. They hung up streamers and balloons, and Billy even bought letters to hang up in the living room that said "Happy Birthday Y/N!".

Tommy bought pizza, much to Wanda's dismay, but at least it would be better eating it together than alone. He also got Y/N's favorite soda, chips, and cake. Wanda smiled quaintly as he pulled the liter of Dr. Pepper out of the bag, knowing she'd be offering Y/N some of her finest wine once the boys were preoccupied. 

"Good job, boys. You managed to get it all done," she glanced at the clock. 5:35. "And with half an hour to spare! I'm proud."

As the boys went off to change into their party clothes, Wanda spiffed up her hair and makeup, and checked to make sure she was still looking good. She knew she looked like a bombshell, but Y/N was different. She wanted to look perfect for him, to give him something worthwhile on a day he appeared to hate so much. 

Before she knew it, the doorbell rang, and she was unwillingly having a party hat forced onto her head by Billy. So much for all the work she just put into fixing up her hair…

She let the boys answer the door, not wanting to seem too eager or make them think she was obsessed with their friend (even though she so obviously was). She admired Y/N from afar, looking handsome as ever. 

He wore a white tank top that showed off his muscular frame. Over it was a short sleeve button up shirt, which happened to be unbuttoned, making him look as tempting as ever. He had on baggy shorts and sneakers, looking the perfect mix of sexy and cute. She could just eat him up right this second. 

Once the boys had given Y/N their greetings, Wanda made her way over to him. To her sons, she was simply walking, but to him, she was sauntering. She looked beyond stunning, and he did his best to not just gawk at her body. 

He swallowed awkwardly, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he choked out, "Hey, Mrs. Maximoff. Thanks for doing all this for me. It was really thoughtful." 

Wanda smirked up at him. He was such a big guy, but he was so easy to fluster. She leaned in, pulling his stiff body into a hug as she happily replied, "Oh, don't you go thanking me! It's your birthday! It was our duty, as your friends, to make your day special."

She turned away then to get him some food, swaying her hips as she walked, knowing his eyes were glued to her. Fortunately for Y/N, Billy and Tommy quickly pulled him out of the entryway and into the living room, distracting him with questions about his birthday and what he was going to do in the upcoming college semester. 

Wanda came back a couple minutes later with plate loaded with pizza and snacks for Y/N. She made sure to lay all her sweetness on him, knowing it made him extra flustered and shy. "Here you go, sweetie. A big boy like you deserves big birthday dinner. How old are you turning again?"

Y/N thanked Wanda quietly, opting to look down at the pizza instead of her, not wanting her to see how deeply he was blushing. After taking a bite of his pizza, he answered, "Twenty."

God. She had to bite back a moan. She loved his youth, his virility, his energy. It made her feel young again. Plus, she had to admit, she was more than a little into their age gap. It got her wet if she thought about it too hard, so for now, she just focused on the party. "My! You're growing up fast. If you're twenty now, that means my sweet boys will be also be twenty soon! My heart can't handle that!"

Billy and Tommy rolled their eyes, delving into the pizza they got for themselves instead of listening to their mother's sappy words. 

The party was perfect. Y/N didn't like a huge fuss to be made about him, so the small gathering was ideal. He shared lots of laughs with Billy and Tommy, and stared at Wanda when it wasn't too obvious. She had been subtly putting on a show for him the whole time, swaying her hips as she walked, bending and posing provocatively, and whispering and giggling in his ear. He felt his cock throb in his pants as Wanda set his cake down in front of him, but did his best to act normal. 

Once the happy birthday song and cake eating were over, Wanda was elated to see that her sons were exactly how she expected them to be. Zonked out. Since they were young, whenever big meals were served to them, afterwards, they'd fall into a food coma and be out for the next couple hours.

Y/N was sitting awkwardly next to them, trying to entertain himself with the gift the boys got him, a small Marvel Lego set, when Wanda entered the living room, took his hand, and slowly dragged him into the kitchen. She shut the door behind him and breathed a sigh of relief. 

"Finally," she said, walking up to him and wrapping her arms around his neck, "It's just us. This is what I've been wanting all night."

Y/N's hands instinctively went to Wanda's waist, trying to be subtle as he felt her up through her dress. He was shy as always, but he managed to mumble, "You look so beautiful. Just… drop dead gorgeous, Wanda."

She just smirked, pressing a soft kiss to his neck, making him shiver before pulling away. "I know, darling. You think I got all dressed up just for fun? No, this is all for you."

As Y/N continued to watch her every move with hungry eyes, Wanda reached down into a hidden kitchen cabinet and pulled out one of the fine wines she kept for special occasions. She got two glasses out and poured herself and Y/N some before sauntering back over to him and handing him a glass. "Tommy was… sweet buying the Dr. Pepper. But you're a big boy. I think you'll like something with a more… refined taste."

Y/N sipped the wine, trying to hide the small grimace that involuntary flashed across his face as the initial flavor hit his tongue. After letting the taste kick in for a couple seconds, he rasped out, "It's good, Wanda. Thank you."

She just laughed at how adorable he was, taking a swig from her own glass before setting it down and wrapping her arms around him again. She liked to feel his solid warmth underneath her hands. She leaned up once more, pressing some long, slow kisses to his neck as she mumbled, "Thank you for coming, baby. Thank you for letting me celebrate you. You deserve it more than anyone." 

Wanda then guided him to set his glass down and began to sway with him. There was no music, but the couple didn't need it. They had each other. The rhythm of their hearts was enough. 

Y/N's big hands slid down to Wanda's waist, steadying her. He gazed into her green eyes, feeling more love for her in this one moment than he ever did for any of the girls he was formerly with at college. He leaned down to give her a soft, slow kiss, whispering as he pulled away, "No. Thank you for having me. This is the best birthday I've ever had."

Wanda smiled widely as he kissed her, gripping onto his shoulders harder than before. She felt more cherished now than she ever did in her whole marriage with Vision. 

The pair spent the next couple minutes dancing and drinking. Once Wanda was sure that Y/N was at least buzzed from the wine, she pulled away from him. She was excited. She was about to give him his big present. She took his hand, helping steady him, and murmured, "Come with me, handsome. Just be quiet so we don't wake the boys."

Wanda then quietly dragged him from the kitchen up to her bedroom, a place he had been so many times, but she didn't let him in just yet. "Stay here for a couple minutes, okay? Can you do that for me? When I'm ready for you to come in, I'll knock on the door three times."

Y/N nodded in acknowledgement and Wanda slipped into her room. She made quick work of taking her dress off, rushing to hang it back in her closet and grabbing what hung beside it. Once the dress was off, she put on a silk robe. It came with the lingerie set, made of the same red color. 

She checked herself out in the mirror, tightening the robe's tie. She wanted the lingerie underneath to be completely hidden for the time being. She was Y/N's present, and she wanted him to have fun unwrapping her. 

Once she was completely sure only the robe was showing, she went back to the door, knocking on it thrice to let Y/N know she was ready for him. She stood back as he began to open it, wanting him to take all of her in from a distance.

Once Y/N stepped in and she saw the way his eyes widened, she knew she had won. He was frozen in the doorway, eyes wide and glued to the way the thin robe hugged her mature curves. Wanda laughed internally, realizing that she didn't even need the lingerie. This robe alone would have been enough to drive him crazy. 

As adorable as he was just standing nervously in the doorway, Wanda wanted more from Y/N than just his obsessive gaze. She slowly raised her hand, wagging her finger as a "come here" gesture. "Come on, sweet boy. Don't just stand there. Come unwrap your present."

Y/N, being unable to refuse any command Wanda gave him, quickly shut and locked the door behind him and approached her. He swallowed hard, staring at the way the robe pushed her breasts up as he mumbled, "M-my present? But I already got the Legos-"

Wanda smirked, bringing a slender finger up to his lips and shushing him. He was so earnest, it made her want to pin him down right then and there. "Shh. Your gratitude is admirable, but we both knew from when you first walked in the door that you were going to get something much better than Legos tonight."

She then took Y/N's hand, guiding it down to where the tie of her robe was. She rested his hand right on the knot and continued, "Go ahead, love. You're a big boy. You know how to untie a knot."

Y/N's eyes shifted from the knot to her piercing green eyes, bearing the hunger of a predator. He swallowed hard again, asking quietly, "Are you sure, Wanda? Do you really want me to?"

Wanda nodded, knowing he often needed extra reassurance and encouragement. She took his other hand, pulling it up so that it was also at the knot as she spoke "I'm sure. I'm your gift, and I want you to unwrap me. In fact, I'm not asking. Mommy demands you unwrap your gift."

After uttering those words, she watched his eyes glaze over. They always did when she weaponized his mommy kink against him. Just those two syllables, and he was completely weak for her. 

He mumbled a quiet noise of acceptance and acknowledgment and finally began to take her robe off. He slowly undid the knot, shyly looking up at her for more direction once that was completed. She gave him a nod of encouragement, signaling him to open the robe up.

"O-oh my god," spilled from his lips as the two sides of the robe yielded to reveal the lingerie she was wearing underneath it. He stood there, gobsmacked, as he took in the way the beautiful, intricate lace highlighted her curves. Wanda had never felt more powerful than she did in this moment. 

She pushed the robe off her shoulders, twirling around once slowly, flaunting her body so Y/N could see how every edge of her body looked. Once she completed the 360, she looked up at him again, still frozen and gawking, and spoke, "You like what you see, baby boy? You like how mommy looks when she's all dolled up for you?"

Y/N answer left his mouth before he could even think properly. "Yes! I-I love it, mommy. You look… amazing."

Wanda giggled at his eager, shy answer, and stepped up closer to him again. She reached up, pushing the button up shirt off of him, and motioned for him to lift up his arms, which he immediately did, allowing her to easily slide his white undershirt off.

Wanda stood back for a moment, admiring him as much as he was admiring her. She whistled lowly, running her nail down between his pecs, all the way to the waistband of his shorts. "You're the birthday boy, but mommy's also getting a gift tonight. You're stunning as always, darling."

She watched as Y/N turned red from the compliment, mumbling a fast "thank you" as she began to lead him over to the bed. She gently pushed him down into a position he had been in many times already, his head back on the pillow and Wanda straddling his lap. Usually they jumped right into the action, but tonight, she was taking it slow.

She took the lead, as always, guiding his hand to her lace-covered breast as she whispered sultrily, "Why don't you play with your present a little, baby? Mommy wants you to touch her."

Y/N was shy, but he knew not to waste an opportunity. He began to gently squeeze and grope her breast, the added sensation of the lace over her nipple making her moan involuntarily. He took that as a good sign, bringing his other hand up and kneading her other breast. 

The feeling of his big hands groping her made Wanda instinctively begin to grind against his lap, stifling moans into quiet whimpers. "O-oh! Oh, fuck, yeah, baby, just like that! Keep touching mommy."

Y/N continued to touch her through the lace for a couple more minutes before reaching behind her and unhooking her bra. His hips bucked instinctively as her breasts spilled out, earning another moan from her. He rarely took action like that without her deliberate direction, and she loved it. She leaned down, pushing her breasts towards his face as she whispered, "Mmm, someone's eager to get to his gift. You're hungry tonight, sweetheart. Mommy loves it."

Y/N quickly adapted to the proximity of her breasts to his face and leaned in, moaning as he attached his mouth to one of her nipples and began suckling. Wanda threw her head back, her hands tangling in his hair, pushing him deeper into her chest.

He was ravenous when it came to tit sucking, and he showed that more than ever tonight. Y/N alternated between Wanda's breasts, sucking at her nipples, leaving kisses all along her skin, and simply groaning as he pushed his face in her cleavage. The boy was insatiable, and it turned Wanda on to no end. 

As he continued to worship her breasts, Wanda slid her hands down and began to undo his shorts. She undid the button and guided him to lift his hips so she could pull him down. Once his pants were off, she began to touch him through his boxers. He moaned loudly against her breasts, causing her to shiver in return. 

"God, handsome. Just a couple touches and you're already crying out for me," she murmured, rhythmically squeezing the spot where his erectile device was, making him harder by the second. 

Y/N nodded desperately, his hands still cupping her tits, not wanting to let go of her body. Wanda thought he looked adorable like that, so needy and addicted to her. 

Once he was fully hard and out of his boxers, Wanda shifted so that he could feel the heat of her soaked pussy against his cock. Y/N threw his head back at the sensation, his hips instinctively bucking up against her, his tip rubbing against the lace. He begged, "Please, mommy, I wanna be inside you so badly."

Wanda looked down at him with a gaze of pure love and adoration. She loved having this big, strong boy so needy for her, rutting up against the fabric of her panties like it was heaven itself. She didn't have him take them off, yet, she simply instructed, "Just keep rutting, baby boy. You need to get warmed up before you fuck mommy's pussy."

Y/N let out a whine, but, of course, didn't protest. His hands went from her breasts to her waist, holding her steady against him as he began to slide his cock against her panties. The friction made him groan, and it felt just as good for Wanda. The pressure of the lace against her clit had her grinding down against him, giving him more friction in return.

Wanda let him rut against her for a little while, happily taking in the sounds of his whimpers and the look of desperation on his face. Once he began to really get into it, she stopped him, worried that he would cum just from doing this. 

She leaned down, pulling his hands away from her waist as she pressed down on his abdomen to stop his rutting, "Good boy, baby, good boy. But that's enough. You're all worked up now, just how I wanted you to be. Now you're ready for my pussy."

Y/N's eyes widened excitedly, and Wanda shifted so that he could easily slide the rest of her lingerie off, but, to her surprise, he simply slid them to the side and lined himself up with her entrance. 

She raised one eyebrow as she slowly lowered herself down onto his cock, murmuring, "To the side, huh? You think mommy looks pretty like this? You wanna fuck me while I'm all dressed up pretty for you?"

Y/N let out a loud groan as Wanda sheathed herself on his cock and clenched hard around him. His hands flew back to her waist, trying to keep his composure as he answered, "Y-yes, mommy. I think keeping it on while we fuck is hot."

Wanda giggled, beginning to slowly lift herself off his cock and then slide back down again just the way he liked. She reached up, playfully squeezing one of his pecs while speaking, "My baby boy has a dirty mouth on him today, huh? Well, it is your special day, after all, so I'll allow it."

Y/N's head was thrown back at the feeling of her tight cunt slowly sliding up and down his cock, relishing the feeling of her wet heat around him. His hands gripped her waist tightly, his hips instinctively bucking up again when he looked at her again, seeing the way the lingerie clung to her curves as she fucked him. 

The sight of his cock disappearing into her cunt was enough to make him crazy, but that paired with the lingerie had him going wild. He usually just let Wanda ride him, but today, he couldn't hold back, and began to fuck up into her in return. "Fuck, mommy, your pussy feels so good."

Wanda just giggled again, not minding it. She knew he was still completely under her spell, if anything, now he was just even more desperate for her than ever before. She continued to grind down on him as she leaned in close to whisper, "I know it does, baby boy. You just keep fucking into me just like that. Take what you need from mommy."

Y/N took that as a green light, gripping onto Wanda's hips hard enough to bruise as he began to fuck up into her heat even harder. Wanda leaned down, pushing her tits back in his face, surrounding him with her essence so she was the only thing he could think of. She wanted to break him.

As his mouth attached to her nipples again, his face buried in her breasts, she felt his thrusts begin to grow quick and erratic. She knew he was close. Her hands went up to his hair, pushing his face deeper, trying to overwhelm him until he went past the point of no return. She continued to slowly slide up and down on his cock as he thrusted, murmuring, "Are you close, baby boy? You ready to cum deep in mommy's pussy?"

Y/N nodded frantically, letting out noise that sounded like a sob as mumbled, "Yes! Yes, mommy! Please, I need to cum inside you!" He continued to thrust, his thighs slamming against her ass as he fucked her with all the force he had. He was so powerful, but so, so desperate.

Wanda could have chosen to keep edging and teasing him. She'd done it before, and she knew she'd do it again, but not today. It was his special day, and this was his gift. He deserved to feel good. Despite how hard he was thrusting, Wanda remained soothing and calm and whispered right in his ear, "Then do it, sweet boy. Cum inside mommy. You've earned it."

Her words immediately broke something in him, and with one final thrust, burying himself as deep inside her as possible, he finally came. He let out a loud cry of, "Mommy!" and soon, Wanda felt that beautiful, sticky liquid leaking out of his tip and into her pussy. 

That feeling, combined with knowing she had made him this desperate, always did it for her, and soon, she came as well. She didn't rush, she just slowly collapsed against him, still giving him a few slow grinds to rock him through his orgasm.

Y/N was looking up at her with reverence as she cupped his face in her hands, slowly leaning down to give him a sensual, sloppy kiss on the lips. More than anything, she hoped he'd had a good birthday.

After simply lying in content silence for a couple minutes, she whispered, "Happy birthday, sweet boy. I hope we gave you a good day."

Y/N nodded sleepily as he leaned his head against her chest, his big hands tugging her even closer to him. "It was the best birthday ever, mommy. Thank you so much." A pause as he yawned, and then, "I love you."

Wanda froze slightly. They'd never said that to each other before. But she had felt it more times than she could count. She leaned down once again, slowly kissing his forehead as she finally spoke the words she had wanted to say to him for months. "I love you, too, sweetie."

As she lay on top of Y/N, admiring the face of the boy who had flipped her world upside down for the better, she knew she was the lucky one. She was always scared that after Vision, she'd never find another man like him. And she was right. She'd found better.

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When Life Gives You a MILF

Dom!MILF!Wanda x Beefy!Sub!FtM!Reader | ~6k words

Summary: When Y/N comes home from college for summer break, he helps his best friends, Billy and Tommy, fix up their mom's house. When Wanda sees how hot her sons' friend is, she quickly becomes obsessed, and the feeling is mutual. She can't keep her hands off Y/N, and gives him a first time to remember.

Tags: R is a binary trans man and fully transitioned, R has a fully functional phalloplasty, Age Gap, Mommy Kink, MDLB, Teasing, Blowjob (R receiving), Cum eating, Praise Kink (R receiving), Vaginal Sex, Riding, Creampie

A/N: This fic was requested by anon. I've never really written sub reader before, so I hope it's adequate. (P.S. The title will make sense when you read it. Lemonade and shit yk? Imma stop now)

Summers were hot in Westview, and for Wanda, there always seemed to be something to be done, whether it was tidying up her garden, fixing the leaky kitchen sink, or repainting the garage, the original coating being nearly completely chipped off by now. 

Wanda was proud of herself as she gazed out the window, her eyes landing on her sons, Billy and Tommy. The two boys had always been so upstanding and helpful, and now, they were attacking the most glaring home problem of hers, the garage. They had come back to Westview on their summer college break less than a week ago, and were already helping Wanda fix the house’s issues.

It was harder now for Wanda. She was used to having a second pair of hands on deck, but she and Vision had divorced months ago, leaving her feeling lonely in more ways than one. In the end, he had been a cold partner, lacking when it came to providing for the family and the house, not to mention Wanda’s physical and emotional needs.

Billy and Tommy had stepped up to help their mother out with what they could, but Wanda knew they couldn’t give her everything she needed, not by a long shot. She shook her head as she poured lemonade into two glasses, telling herself that she would deal with her needs later. In her room, with her toys. Right now, she was doing what she did best. Caring for others. Giving her boys hydration on a hot day, making sure they were okay.

As Wanda reached up into the cabinet to get the tray she planned to carry the lemonade out on, she happened to glance out the window again, and froze. There was someone else out there now, it wasn’t just her sons.

She discarded the tray, tossing it to the side of the counter, and leaned forward, peering through the window, trying to get the best view she could from afar. The person’s back was to her, but from what she could see, she already liked it.

It was obviously a man, and a very tall one at that. Her boys were above average, but this guy was at least a head taller than them. He was wearing a white tank top, soaked through with his sweat, allowing Wanda to see his physique. He was incredibly built, his tricep and back muscles shifting and rippling as he moved around, helping paint the garage. He wore blue jeans with a tool belt, leading Wanda to believe he was a handyman, or at least good with his hands. Wanda knew she could use a guy like this around the house, helping her fix the home issues, and maybe fix how touch starved she was.

Wanda groaned to herself and shook her head. She needed to stop thinking like this. It was just her libido talking, it had been far too long since she had gotten any action, and she was pent up. She decided she would be kind to this mystery man, after all, she really did need all hands on deck when it came to fixing up her house.

She poured another glass of lemonade for the man, smiling as she remembered how her hospitality had always been successful in drawing young men to her. She had no doubt this guy would be just as sweet as her sons; they always surrounded themselves with good company. 

She set the glasses on the tray, but before she went to carry them out, she checked herself in the mirror. Her hair was curly thanks to the summer humidity and heat, her auburn locks cascading down her shoulders in a way that would draw anyone’s attention. 

She was wearing some jean shorts, so short they could absolutely count as booty shorts. She dressed this morning with the intention of combatting the heat, but if it could also draw the attention of a sexy stud, she wasn’t complaining. 

At the last minute, she ran upstairs to change her shirt. She had been wearing a baggy Westview High School shirt from when the twins graduated, but that didn’t give her the look she wanted. As she sifted through her closet, she opted for a tighter and more low cut shirt. It was green, which complimented her eyes, hugged her figure, and just slightly pushed her breasts up. The goal was to look normal enough that her sons didn’t bat an eye, but sexy enough that this stranger wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off of her.

And oh, did it work.

When Wanda carried the tray of lemonade out, her sons smiled and waved, but when the stranger looked up, his jaw slightly dropped, and his eyes took in every bit of her body they could without it seeming like he was staring for too long. But Wanda knew he was, and she loved it.

Wanda also took in the stranger, but thanks to her years of practice of eyeing up fine men like himself, she was much more discreet. The man was even better looking from the front than he was from the back. His front muscles were equally to die for, he had the most adorable face, looking all handsome and awestruck as he stared at her. And from the quick glance she took at his jeans, he was a big boy, even just relaxed like this. 

The stranger stopped his gawking as Wanda finally spoke, holding out the tray of lemonade to the three guys, “Hey there, boys. I saw how hard you’ve been working in this heat, and I thought I’d bring you something to help cool you down.”

Her sons thanked her and happily grabbed their cups, but the stranger was hesitant and much more shy. He asked quietly, looking down at Wanda, “Is this for me, ma’am?”

God. His deep, quiet voice, paired together with his shy demeanor and respectful manners made her throb. But on the outside, she simply laughed in her adorable way, her nose scrunching up as she handed him the drink and said, “Why, of course it is! You’ve been working just as hard as my boys have! You deserve to cool off too!”

The man shyly took the glass from Wanda, mumbling a quiet thanks as he took a sip, his face relaxing more as the coolness and flavor of the lemonade hit him. Wanda turned to her boys, already finished with their cups, and rolled her eyes lovingly as she said, “Why haven’t I been introduced to your friend yet, hmm? I haven’t seen him around before.”

Billy and Tommy smiled and each went to stand on one side of the mystery man, one of each of their hands resting on his shoulders. Tommy spoke first, squeezing the man’s shoulder as he spoke, “This is Y/N! He has the same major as me, so we’re in a lot of classes together. We began to talk more as the semester progressed, and now we’re good buddies.”

Billy nodded, telling his own story of how he knows Y/N, “You won’t believe this, mom, but Y/N was actually my roommate before ˇTommy became his friend. So, we both know him well, just in different ways. He’s our friend, and when we told him we would be helping you fix up the house this summer, he said he’d be happy to help! Isn’t that awesome?”

It certainly is awesome, Wanda thought to herself, knowing that she would see this handsome guy around a lot this summer. Maybe she was wishfully thinking and speaking prematurely, but he seemed to have taken a liking to her already, judging off how red his face was, and how shy he was acting.

“Don’t worry about him, mom,” Tommy piped up, “He’s shy, but once you get to know him, he’ll come out of his shell.”

“I’m sure he will, honey. He seems like a sweet guy already, and he definitely has good manners. You boys know I like that!” Wanda said, giving Y/N a wink, causing him to blush and look away.

The boys just laughed, giving Wanda their cups back. As she began to turn away and walk back towards the house, Y/N finally quietly spoke, “Thank you for the lemonade, Mrs. Maximoff. It was delicious.”

Wanda smiled at him, the way his eyes were already staring back down at the ground again, unable to even look at her. She knew she had him, and she replied “No, thank you for helping fix up my house! I’m just glad you enjoyed it! I hope to see you around more.”

With that, she went back into the house, but still kept an eye on the guys from the window. Her mind began to wander. It was obvious that Y/N was interested in her, but how could she get him alone? Her sons spent most of their days helping her out, so it wasn’t like she knew for sure there would be some day that was going to be ideal.

Fortunately, before she had to think too hard, an opportunity presented itself to her.

The boys and Y/N came inside for lunch about an hour later, and Wanda listened in on them from the kitchen as she made them sandwiches for lunch.

“Do you guys wanna see the new Spider Man movie this weekend?” she heard Billy ask, still not paying total attention to the conversation.

“Yeah, I’m down,” Tommy replied. 

As always, Y/N was quiet, though he was the only person Wanda actually wanted to hear talk. She figured he was just too shy to be in another person’s house, but she really wished he would loosen up a bit more. Tommy got him speaking when he asked, “And you, Y/N? Are you gonna come with us?”

Y/N was quiet for another moment, hesitating. Superhero movies weren’t his thing, but he liked to hang out with Billy and Tommy. He ultimately decided against it, answering, “Nah, I’ll sit this one out. We’ve worked on the house a lot this week, I’ll take a day to just chill.”

The boys just shrugged, saying it was Y/N’s loss, but Wanda had perked up, the gears in her head already turning. She had to get Y/N alone while her boys were at the movie. She brought the sandwiches in for all three of the guys, and as she gave Billy his, she asked, “What showing of the movie are you guys going to? I just overheard you mention it, and I plan to do some yoga while you guys are out, so I’m curious about the time.”

The boys detected no ulterior motives in their mother’s words, but Y/N looked at her with an expression that could almost be described as curious. Wanda gave him a wink, which made him blush again and turn his focus to his sandwich.

After checking the showtimes, Tommy answered Wanda’s question, “Probably the 2:00 PM showing. I still wanna be able to sleep late that morning.”

Wanda nodded, walking away after he answered, not wanting to draw any more attention to herself, only answering with a, “Sounds good, honey.”

But in her mind, Wanda was already planning. Planning what she would do to Y/N when she got him alone. He was such a shy, sweet thing… she wanted to make him feel so good. And as she was eating her own lunch, none other than Y/N himself walked in with him and the boys’ dirty dishes. “Uh, hey, Ms. Maximoff. Can I just put these in the sink? Thanks again for the lemonade and the lunch, it was delicious.”

Wanda’s eyes lit up, putting down the magazine she was reading and focusing all her attention on Y/N, “Of course, sweetie, just put the dishes in the sink. I’ll deal with them later. I’m just glad you enjoyed it.”

Wanda didn’t miss the way a smile spread across Y/N’s face when she called him the pet name. She didn’t want him to go just yet, and she knew she should start putting her plan in order, so she continued, “So, you’re not a Spider Man kinda guy, huh?”

Y/N laughed awkwardly as he turned to face Wanda, scratching the back of his neck. “Nah, not really. Superhero movies aren’t my thing. I prefer to read, anyway.”

How adorable, and how rare, Wanda thought. Y/N was different, and she liked that. She reached up to mess with a lock of her hair as she answered, “Mmm, you have some quirks then. I like that. And I like how hardworking you are. Don’t tell my sons, but the part of the garage you painted is the best part.”

Y/N blushed more, mumbling a thank you. She saw the way his eyes went from the floor, to her eyes, to the bit of hair she was twirling, and ultimately to her cleavage, right near where her hand was twirling. Her placement was intentional. She continued, “I saw you wearing a toolbelt. Are you able to fix things? If so, I need this leaky sink fixed so badly. It’s been like this for months, it’s unbearable.

Y/N nodded, looking at the sink briefly, eyes glancing at the faucet to see if he could troubleshoot it from just a quick glance. He couldn’t, so he turned back to Wanda and answered, “Yeah, I can do that. Do you want me to look at it now, or-”

Wanda cut him off before he could even finish the sentence, standing up and walking over to him as she said, “What?! No, of course not, honey! You’re having fun with your friends right now. Why don’t you stop by when they’re gone at the movies this weekend? That way I won’t be pulling you away from having fun.”

Y/N nodded, that was all he could do when a woman as gorgeous as Wanda was looking at him like that, simply agree, no matter what she said. He croaked out, “Y-yeah, sure. I’ll be here at 2:00 on Saturday, if that works for you.”

Wanda beamed, giving his thick bicep a squeeze that secretly made her throb. “Perfect! I’ll see you then, sugar!”

As she watched Y/N walk back to continue hanging out with her sons, she felt an excitement begin to bloom in her stomach that she hadn’t felt in years. Maybe over a decade. The last time she felt like this was before her first time with Vision, and who knows how long ago that was. She knew she’d be getting what she needed very, very soon. 

The next few days were a blur for Wanda, the only thing on her mind was her sons’ handsome friend. He came over every day to help with renovations that needed multiple people, working with Billy and Tommy to fix up parts of the house.

She learned a bit more about him over the next few days, but it didn’t deter her, it only heightened her desire to make him feel special and good. She learned that Y/N was trans.

She saw a big scar on his forearm as he screwed the door of a cabinet on, and she couldn’t help but ask what it was from. She saw the way Y/N hesitated, but he did eventually answer, saying it was from his phalloplasty surgery. 

She didn’t even know what that was, so Y/N calmly explained it to her. She connected the dots in her head once he explained that, and gave her a glimpse of his faded chest scars from his top surgery. 

She saw how scared he looked, how quietly he was speaking when he told her all this, like he was scared of a negative or violent reaction. It just made her want to hold him, love him, and comfort him even more than before. He’d let it slip that he was a virgin, and it made Wanda’s thoughts run wild. She couldn’t wait to give him his first time.

And she still felt the same now, watching him as he fixed her sink. He was lying on his back, his muscular arms digging around under the sink, using various tools to troubleshoot and fix the leak. She couldn’t see his face, it was hidden by the door of the cabinet under the sink, but she was staring more at his body anyway.

His shirt had ridden up slightly, exposing his abs and the trail of hair that led down to his jeans. All Wanda could think about was slowly kissing down his body, fingers playing with the waistband of his jeans as she teased him.

Her eyes went lower, staring at his bulge. Even soft like this, she knew he was big. She had no doubt that his surgeon had been an artist, sculpting the most beautiful cock she would ever come across in her whole life.

She watched as Y/N’s hips shifted and flexed as he repositioned himself, trying to find an optimal position for fixing the sink. She wanted to be on top of him so badly, grinding her soaked pussy down on his cock as she rode him. Her mind was completely consumed with lust for her sons’ best friend, she had to quickly look away and act normal when he stood up again. 

“I fixed it,” Y/N said softly, making Wanda shiver, “It was simple, really, a screw on the pipe had just become loose, so I replaced it with a new one.”

Wanda really didn’t even care about the pipe anymore. Even if he said he wasn’t able to fix it, she’d still be dragging him to bed. The boys would still be gone for another hour and a half, and she was too frustrated and pent up to wait any longer.

She stood up from where she had been sitting at the kitchen table, and she walked towards him. She lifted her hand up to his bicep, gently squeezing it before tracing patterns on it with her nail. “Thank you, darlin’. You have a fix for… everything.”

She looked up at him with big, sultry eyes, and in typical Y/N fashion, he blushed and looked down at the ground. 

Suddenly, that signature trick didn’t work anymore when he felt a soft finger come to rest under his chin, tilting his head back up to look Wanda in the eyes. “Hey now, sugar. That’s no way to engage with a lady. Look into my eyes when I speak to you, mkay?”

Y/N blinked rapidly, still trying to find some way to reduce the eye contact, but with being obedient by nature, all he could do was nod, maintaining eye contact as he mumbled, “Yes, ma’am.”

Wanda giggled at his sweetness and obedience. She leaned up on her tip toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. He was so tender, she adored it. “There we go, good boy. You listen well, don’t you, Y/N?”

She saw the way he fought to not look away, to accept her compliments instead of brushing them off, and she thought it was just the sweetest thing. Her hand came down from his chin to rest on his other bicep, and now that both were there, she gave a squeeze, really feeling his muscles for the first time. “My, you’re a big boy. Such a big boy, but so, so quiet and shy. You’re really just my baby boy, aren’t you?”

Y/N was red as a tomato at this point. He could feel the ache of arousal in his loins, his mind going fuzzy at the thought of actually getting to do things with Wanda. Her words were enough to elicit an immediate response from him, “Yours. I’m your baby boy.”

Wanda giggled, her hands going from his biceps to his pecs. She traced patterns on them, feeling how thick and firm they were under her touch. She reached under Y/N’s shirt, pushing it up so she could get the full experience of seeing what he looked like shirtless.

“My God, Y/N, you’re… a vision,” Wanda couldn't help but mumble. He truly looked like a god, all hard muscle, sculpted planes of muscle, and the perfect dusting of body hair. Her fingers came up to trace along the lines of his scars from top surgery, murmuring a hushed, ‘Beautiful,” before her hands began to wander lower.

It was a heady feeling for Wanda. She had felt so lost, like she didn’t have control over anything the past few months, and now she had Y/N, this beautiful, submissive man completely wrapped around her finger. Such a big, strong, imposing man, who melted as soon as she opened her mouth.

Wanda felt Y/N shiver and gasp when she cupped the bulge in his jeans, giving it a slow squeeze. She moved her hand down to his balls, giving them a couple slow, soft squeezes, feeling him grow progressively harder with each one. When he was fully hard, Wanda heard him whisper something that made her eyes instantly snap back up to him.

“Mommy…”

He had moaned, Wanda had no doubt of it. She smirked and giggled, hands still rubbing his cock through his jeans as she came up to press wet kisses to his neck, “Say that again, handsome. Louder.”

Y/N hesitated for a couple moments, but when he felt Wanda’s soft hand slip inside his jeans and begin rubbing his cock, he moaned louder, “Mommy, fuck.”

Wanda liked that. As a matter of fact, she didn’t just like it, she loved it. She kissed down from his neck, her lips moving down to his sternum, and then lavishing attention on his scars as she mumbled, “Good boy. Be loud for mommy. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

Wanda continued her journey downwards, dropping to her knees, kissing slowly along Y/N’s abs and torso, giving him a small bite now and then, making him whine and shiver. She continued to praise him, knowing how crazy it made him. “What a gorgeous body, sweetie. My baby boy is so built.”

Y/N’s hips instinctively bucked forward as her praise hit his ears, making his bulge bump against Wanda’s face. He immediately began to apologize, but Wanda shook her head, leaning forward to kiss and nuzzle against the outline of his cock. “You’re just excited, handsome. Nothing to be ashamed of. Mommy likes it.”

Y/N was breathing heavily now, the combination of Wanda’s words and teasing getting him all worked up, feeling like he was on the brink of orgasm already. He managed to find his words, looking down at Wanda, mumbling shyly, “Please suck my cock, mommy. It aches. I need it.”

God, he was so needy. Wanda couldn’t get enough of his sweet, desperate words. So, finally, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants and boxers, pulling them down, letting his cock spring free. 

It was everything she hoped and expected it to be. Big, thick, throbbing with arousal, perfectly crafted by his surgeon. It was as thick as her wrist, and longer than any cock she’d had before. Wanda looked up at Y/N as she began to softly stroke it, pressing gentle, feather-light kisses along the shaft between words, “Gosh, you’re a big boy in every sense of the word, honey... Mommy can’t wait to feel this stretching her open.”

With that, Wanda leaned in, sucking the head of Y//N’s cock into her mouth. His hands, which had been previously fidgeting at his sides, were now tangled in her hair, a low groan of, “Oh God, mommy!” tearing from his throat. She knew this was his first time feeling the touch of a woman, but this reaction just emphasized it even more. 

Wanda let him guide her, to an extent. Of course, he wanted to be as deep in her throat as possible within seconds, but she had other plans. She sank down slowly on his cock, her tongue working the underside as she took more and more into her mouth. Despite his whimpers, she pulled back every few seconds before going all the way down again. It made his hips buck, so she knew she was driving him crazy.

She’d sometimes pull back when she needed a break, opting to kiss and lick his shaft instead, offering praise between her ministrations. “You taste so good, baby boy. I love having your cock in my mouth.” 

Y/N whined and whimpered between sucks, kisses and licks, and he began to tremble as Wanda kissed his balls while stroking his cock. The stimulation was so much, so good. His voice was shaking as he whimpered, “Don’t stop, mommy, please.”

Wanda smirked up at him, moving back from his balls and throating him fully just to get his reaction. He whimpered, “FUCK!” grabbing her red hair, and holding her down on his cock. She pulled back, his immature grip no match for her, and she giggled. She kissed the tip of his cock and said, “You cum when mommy says so, mkay? Not when you want to.”

Wanda continued to tease and torture him with her mouth for a while after that. Lavishing attention on his tip, throating him, massaging his balls. After she sucked his tip in a certain way, she could feel him trembling, and could see his balls drawing up. She knew he really wasn’t going to last much longer now.

“Mommy, please, please let me cum. I need to cum,” Y/N whimpered, his hips bucking into her mouth subconsciously every time she took him deep. 

Wanda pulled back, her hand rubbing along the slit of his cock and teasing the head as she calmly asked, “Do you want to cum in mommy’s mouth, or on mommy’s face?”

Both options had Y/N reeling, but the thought of her swallowing his cum made his cock jerk, so he weakly mumbled, “M-mouth. Please, mouth.”

Wanda finally let him have his release, and with hearing his preference, she took him deep into her throat again, trapping him in the suckling heat of her mouth. She felt his hands digging into her hair and his needy whimpers as his cock throbbed violently, soon tasting a tangy, sticky liquid drip out of his tip and onto her tongue.

She pulled back a bit, and prioritized sucking the tip, trying to get all his cum out. That clear, sticky liquid continued to dribble out of his cock until he collapsed against the counter, mumbling incoherent gibberish, the only things Wanda was able to pick out being “Oh God”, “So good”, and “Mommy.”

She made a show of swallowing it, Y/N’s eyes big and hazy with lust as they watched her, yet again trying to mumble something but being unable to get it out. Wanda smirked and stood back up, pushing her mouth against his in a deep kiss, letting him taste himself. She giggled when she pulled back, murmuring, “Cat got your tongue, handsome?”

Y/N just blushed more, finally managing to mumble out a coherent sentence, “That was amazing, mommy. I never thought I could feel that good.”

Wanda smiled and leaned up to press a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. She still had so much more she wanted to do with him. “Carry me upstairs, sugar. I’m not done with this sexy body yet.”

Y/N immediately complied, sweeping Wanda off her feet like the men in the romantic movies she watched did. She couldn’t even remember a singular time Vision did this. Her heart skipped in a way that had nothing to do with sex, and she nuzzled against Y/N as he brought her up to her bedroom.

He was gentle when he laid her down on the bed, climbing carefully on top of her, but Wanda had other plans. She quickly commanded him, “Sit up against the headboard,” and he listened, repositioning himself in seconds.

Wanda admired him just like that for a couple moments, sitting there, waiting eagerly for her, cock still hard and throbbing. Wanda bit her lip, letting out a sigh as she said, “My baby boy looks perfect. The most handsome boy I’ve ever seen.”

With that, Wanda finally climbed on top of him, straddling his waist, the tip of his cock pressing against her folds. The light pressure made her shiver, and she fought the urge to just sink down onto him. She leaned in to give him a slow, messy kiss, and when she pulled away she asked, “Have you ever been inside a woman before?”

She knew the answer was no, but she wanted to see Y/N get all flustered and shy. She’d never get enough of that. Right on cue, he was struggling to make eye contact again, and awkwardly shaking his head.

Wanda just let out a small laugh, and began to grind her dripping wet folds against his hard cock. She gave him some small kisses along his face as she said, “That’s okay, handsome. I’m honored to be your first. And I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

With that, Wanda lined his cock up with her entrance, and slowly began to sink down. Y/N was the virgin here, but it had been a while since Wanda took anything but her dildo, so she had to take a moment to get used to it, too. Her hands flew up to Y/N’s chest as she moaned, “Fuck!”

Y/N’s hands instinctively went to Wanda’s hips, holding her up as she took all of him. He whimpered out little curses every once in a while when she clenched hard around, but he was determined to last for her. 

When he bottomed out inside her, she threw her head back, grinding down on him and clenching hard, earning a, “Oh fuck, mommy,” from Y/N. If he wasn’t holding himself back, he could cum again right now. 

Wanda felt how tightly he was gripping her hips and the way he looked strained, as if it took all his effort to hold himself back. Wanda lifted her hips off his cock a slowly, before just as languidly sliding back down. She cupped his jaw, pulling his eyes away from where his cock met her pussy to look into hers. “Mommy’s gonna start moving now okay? You just let me know when you feel like you’re going to cum.”

Y/N nodded, hands gripping her hips even harder as he felt the exquisite slide of her wet, warm walls against his cock. He had fucked his hand and toys on numerous occasions, but none could even come close to comparing to a real cunt. 

His head tilted back, letting himself get lost in the feelings of pleasure. He let out a mix of low groans and high pitched whimpers, depending on how tight Wanda’s pussy was squeezing him. After a while, his hips began to buck up to meet her downward grinds. She giggled, cooing, “Mmh, my baby boy is so needy, huh? Can’t get enough of mommy’s pussy, huh?”

Y/N nodded fervently, his hands digging into her hard enough to leave bruises as he bucked up wildly into her. Wanda just smirked, prying his hands off her waist and pushing them down to be by his sides. “You’re not the boss, handsome. Let mommy do the work, yeah?”

“O-okay, mommy,” was all that Y/N managed to mumble before Wanda’s hands went to his shoulders, and she began to bounce fast on his cock. It was beginning to be too much for him to handle.

If he ever tried to touch her, or control her movements, she would simply push his hands back down, and slow her pace, making him groan with frustration, “Please, mommy, I want to cum!”

Wanda found his whines and whimpers to be adorable. She knew exactly what to do, alternating her pace perfectly to give Y/N what he needed without letting him cum yet. As she began to grind down and clench every time he bottomed out, she could feel him beginning to shake. She knew he was on the brink, about to let it all go for the second time that day.

“Are you gonna cum, baby boy?” she asked, gently, wanting to let him know that it was okay to finally let go.

“Y-yes, mommy,” he whimpered in reply, “C-can I cum inside you? Please? Please let me cum inside…”

Wanda raised her eyebrow at his bold ask, but she couldn’t help but appreciate his moment of boldness while in such a submissive and needy headspace. She ground down slowly now, the way she knew made him crazy, and she answered, “Since you asked so nicely, and since you’ve been such a good boy, you can cum inside mommy. I want it all, I want to feel you filling me up.”

With Wanda’s permission, Y/N trembled, crying out, “Mommy!” as he came again. His body shook, his cock jerking and throbbing inside her as his slick, sticky cum leaked out of his tip. 

Wanda could feel it dripping out, coating her insides, the feeling of Y/N’s cum and the knowledge that she had gotten such a big, strong man to be so desperate and needy for her pushed her over the edge at the same time.

She continued to bounce on Y/N’s overstimulated cock as she came, moaning loudly. She hadn’t felt this much pleasure, this much pure ecstasy in so long, she couldn’t even remember the last time she had. Y/N stared up at her reverently, mouth agape, as he watched her orgasm and come down from her high. He looked at her like she was a goddess, and to him, she was.

They were both panting, and Wanda leaned forward against Y/N’s broad, scarred chest, pressing a few tired, soft kisses to his scars. She spoke softly, “You did amazing for your first time, Y/N. You made me feel so good, better than I have in years.”

Y/N blushed, trying to stop a huge smile from growing across his face as he mumbled, “Thank you. I couldn’t have asked for a better first time.”

He watched Wanda climb off his cock, a small bit of his cum dripping out, making his cock weakly throb once more. Time was of the essence, and Billy and Tommy would unfortunately be back from the movie before too long. As Wanda walked towards her adjoining bathroom, Y/N couldn’t help but venture another question, “C-could we do this again sometime? Maybe?”

Wanda paused in the bathroom doorway, smiling to herself and letting out a low laugh. She turned back to face Y/N, glancing over her shoulder as she said, “It’s gonna be impossible to keep me away from you, sugar. We’re gonna be doing this as much as possible, you hear?” 

A goofy smile spread across Y/N’s face at her words, his mind racing with the possibilities of his future encounters with Wanda as he pulled his pants back on. He had no idea what Wanda would teach him or have in store for him in the future, but he knew for certain that he was in for one hell of a ride with Westview’s hottest milf.

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Marked By You - Chapter 9

The Red Face Thing

Wanda Maximoff x G!P Wolf Reader

Summary: The forced proximity of a long road trip is finally wearing down the walls between Wanda and Y/N. Trapped in a cramped car with an incredibly perceptive Yelena Belova, the unspoken tension reaches a boiling point.

Words: 13k+

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Soulmate AU, Mentions of Past Hydra Abuse/Experimentation, Reader has a P, mention of smut. 

Series Masterlist || Main Masterlist

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Yelena’s POV

The road stretched endlessly ahead of them beneath heavy grey clouds that turned the late afternoon dim and cold. Trees blurred past outside the windows in dark smears of green and black, occasionally broken by tiny gas stations or forgotten roadside towns as the car pushed steadily south.

Inside, it was quiet except for the hum of the engine and the faint music drifting from the radio. Yelena drove with one hand resting lazily on the wheel, sunglasses pushed into her hair despite the lack of sunlight. Wanda sat in the passenger seat with one knee slightly pulled up, staring out at the distant hills passing by. In the backseat, Y/N sat sideways behind Wanda, one arm draped across the top of the seat. Her attention seemed split between the scenery outside and Wanda beside her. Even now. Always.

Yelena had noticed it in the rearview mirror probably a hundred times already. How the taller woman acted around Wanda. A faint smirk tugged at Yelena’s mouth before she finally broke the silence.

“Tell me again what happened.”

Wanda blinked and looked over. “The mission?”

“Yes, mission,” Yelena replied dryly.

Y/N snorted softly from the backseat.

Wanda ignored it, shifting slightly before answering. “We were ambushed during a retrieval mission. Hydra knew we were coming.”

Yelena’s amusement faded immediately. “That is bad already.”

Wanda nodded faintly. “There were too many of them. Too organized. They knew exactly how we’d move.” Her jaw tightened slightly at the memory. “It wasn’t random.”

“Someone leaked information,” Yelena said.

“Maybe,” Wanda admitted quietly. “Or they’ve been studying us longer than we thought.”

In the backseat, Y/N’s posture stiffened almost instantly.

Wanda noticed immediately. Her fingers twitched faintly in her lap before she continued. “We escaped. Barely. But during the escape we had to split up.”

“Nat, Steve, and Bucky went one way,” Y/N added quietly. “Me and Wanda went the other.”

Yelena glanced toward the mirror again. “And Natasha told you to run.”

“A week ago,” Wanda said. “She contacted us through an encrypted burner. Told us to stay off-grid, keep moving, change locations constantly, and not go near the compound.”

“Until they figured out what happened,” Yelena murmured.

Wanda nodded. Silence settled inside the car again as light rain began tapping softly against the windows. The windshield wipers swept once across the glass.

“And after that?” Yelena asked.

Wanda’s expression dimmed slightly. “Nothing.”

Yelena’s grip shifted slightly on the steering wheel. That bothered her. Natasha never stayed silent unless she had a reason. Or couldn’t answer. The thought lingered heavily in the car for a few seconds, mixing with the sound of rain against the windows and the steady rumble of tires against wet pavement.

Wanda noticed the slight tension settling into Yelena’s shoulders. “…Where are we going exactly?” she asked quietly.

Yelena blinked once, pulling herself back from the thought. “South coast.”

“That narrows it down so much,” Wanda muttered.

Yelena ignored the sarcasm easily. “There’s a place,” she said after a moment. “Old safehouse Natasha used years ago after Red Room.”

That immediately got Wanda’s attention. “You think she’d go back there?”

“No,” Yelena said simply. “Which is exactly why she might.” A faint smirk tugged at Yelena’s mouth. “Yes.” Yelena adjusted her grip on the wheel before continuing. “It’s near the coast. Small town. Forgettable.” Her expression dimmed slightly. “One of the first places Natasha brought me after we escaped Dreykov.”

Wanda’s gaze softened.

Yelena shrugged one shoulder casually, though there was something quieter beneath it. “She used it sometimes when things became... too loud.”

In the backseat, Y/N listened silently, chin resting against her folded arm near the window while rain streaked across the glass beside her.

The silence thickened again after that. Rain continued tapping softly against the windows while the car pushed farther south through long empty roads. Yelena drove one-handed again, though this time her eyes kept flicking toward the rearview mirror, but because she was studying Y/N now. Curious.

Eventually she spoke again.

“So,” Yelena said casually, “how were you able to smell Natasha on me?”

Wanda glanced over slightly.

In the backseat, Y/N blinked once. “…What?”

“At the alley,” Yelena explained. “You said I smelled like her.”

“Oh.” Y/N shifted slightly. “You do.”

“You can smell family connections?”

“No. I just have a good nose.” Y/N hesitated briefly, like she was trying to explain something obvious to someone who lacked the context for it. “I can turn into a wolf.”

Silence. Yelena stared at the mirror for a full second.

“Wait.” She glanced toward the backseat. “Like actual wolf?”

“Yes.”

“Big wolf?”

“…Yes.”

“How big?”

Y/N paused slightly. “…Big.”

Wanda smiled faintly despite herself.

Yelena barked out a laugh immediately. “That is amazing.”

Y/N relaxed slightly at the reaction. Then Yelena’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully as she looked at Y/N through the mirror again. “So are you enhanced too?”

Y/N frowned. “What?”

Yelena gestured vaguely toward her. “You are giant. Strong. Dramatic. Broody. I’m trying to determine if you are enhanced or just hot.”

Wanda’s head snapped toward Yelena instantly. A visible frown formed on her face.

Y/N, meanwhile, looked deeply confused again. But answered anyway, “It’s part of the wolf,” she explained quietly. “Strength. Senses. Healing.”

Yelena tilted her head slightly. “And Hydra did this?”

Y/N shook her head. “No.” A small pause. “I was born this way.”

That got Yelena’s full attention immediately. “…Seriously?”

Y/N nodded once.

For a second, Yelena just stared at her in the mirror. Then a grin spread across her face. “That is coolest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Wanda’s frown deepened.

Y/N looked surprised by the enthusiasm. “…Really?”

“Yes,” Yelena said immediately. “You are giant magical wolf woman.”

Another pause.

“Can I see later?”

Wanda turned sharply toward Yelena again.

Y/N blinked once. “…The wolf?”

“Yes, the wolf.”

“…Okay.”

Wanda’s jaw tightened slightly. Yelena caught it immediately finding amusing.

Wanda stared ahead at the road in complete silence now.

Yelena smirked to herself before continuing to poke at Y/N. “Can you understand people while wolf?”

“Yes.”

“Can you talk?”

“No.”

Wanda pinched the bridge of her nose. “Yelena.”

“What?”

“You are interrogating her like she is a zoo exhibit.”

“I am learning,” Yelena corrected.

Y/N tilted her head. “I don’t mind.”

“See?” Yelena pointed triumphantly.

Wanda made a noise of irritation and looked out the side window again.

Yelena was absolutely certain now. The more she complimented Y/N, the grumpier Wanda became. And Y/N was somehow too oblivious to notice any of it. Which only made it funnier.

“This is amazing,” Yelena continued.

Y/N blinked once, slightly unsure how to respond to that level of enthusiasm. “…Okay.”

“No, seriously.” Yelena pointed dramatically toward the backseat. “Do you understand how cool this is? Natasha never told me the Avengers had an actual werewolf.”

“I’m not a werewolf,” Y/N corrected automatically.

Yelena waved a dismissive hand. “Close enough.”

“It’s not.”

“What is difference?”

Y/N frowned slightly, genuinely considering it. “…I’m not cursed.”

Yelena barked out a laugh loud enough to echo through the car. Wanda stayed facing the window. Silent.

“You are funny too,” Yelena informed Y/N.

Y/N looked mildly alarmed by that statement. “I wasn’t joking.”

“That makes it better.”

Another soft laugh escaped Yelena as the car rolled down the road. In the backseat, Y/N relaxed a little more into the seat, one arm resting against the door while she watched the road ahead through the windshield.

Yelena glanced toward the mirror again. “So how does it work?”

Y/N tilted her head slightly. “What does?”

“The wolf thing.”

“Oh…I shift.”

Yelena stared at her reflection for a second. “…You are terrible at explaining things.”

Wanda’s lips twitched faintly despite herself before she forced the expression away again.

Y/N noticed immediately. Her attention shifted toward Wanda for a second longer than necessary, lingering there briefly before returning to Yelena.

“Okay!” Yelena glanced back again. “Do you chase things?”

Y/N looked genuinely confused. “…What things?”

“Cars. Squirrels. Tiny annoying animals. A ball.”

“No,” Y/N said immediately, mildly offended. “I’m not a dog.”

Wanda covered her mouth quickly to hide another laugh as she very briefly—and disastrously—imagined throwing something just to see what Y/N would do.

Y/N looked immediately pleased by the sound. That tiny shift in her expression didn’t escape Yelena either. God, these two were obvious.

“So,” Yelena said casually, still grinning to herself, “if I buy squeaky toy later—”

“No.”

“Very fast answer.”

“Because it’s stupid.”

“You thought about it though.”

“I didn’t.”

“You did.”

Wanda let out another quiet laugh before she could stop herself. Y/N’s attention snapped toward her again immediately, expression softening all over again like flipping a switch.

Wanda looked away toward the window quickly before Y/N could notice the heat returning to her face.

Unfortunately, Yelena noticed both.

The car slowly settled into a quieter rhythm after that. Rain tapped softly against the windows while the highway stretched endlessly ahead of them, illuminated only by distant headlights and occasional road signs flashing past in the dark. Yelena hummed quietly along with the radio. Wanda stayed turned toward the window, though the faint smile never fully disappeared from her mouth. And in the backseat, Y/N relaxed deeper into her corner, calm and content in a way she rarely allowed herself to be. Mostly because Wanda kept laughing.

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Wanda’s POV

By the time they finally stopped, Wanda felt like her entire body had gone numb from sitting in the car for so many hours. The road had long since emptied into stretches of darkness, civilization thinning until there was barely anything left except trees, old gas stations, and occasional flickering signs glowing weakly in the distance.

When the motel finally appeared, it looked like something pulled straight out of a horror movie. A buzzing neon VACANCY sign flickered unevenly near the road. Half the letters were dead. Wanda stared at it through the windshield. “…Absolutely not.”

Yelena parked anyway. “Perfect hiding place,” she declared.

“It looks like we’re about to get murdered.”

“Exactly. Nobody searches for someone in murder motel.”

That was... annoyingly logical.

The gravel crunched beneath the tires as they pulled into the nearly empty parking lot. The motel itself was old and weatherworn, paint peeling along the doors and railings. A single dim light buzzed outside the office. Wanda climbed out of the car slowly, stretching her arms above her head with a quiet groan. Cold air hit immediately. Before she could even react properly, warmth settled at her back.

Y/N.

She had moved beside Wanda almost instantly after getting out, standing close enough that their shoulders brushed lightly while golden eyes scanned the parking lot carefully. Wanda tried very hard not to notice how automatic it had become.

Yelena absolutely noticed. Again. The blonde grabbed the car keys and headed toward the office with an amused little hum under her breath. “I’ll get the rooms,” she announced.

Wanda watched her disappear inside before exhaling quietly. Beside her, Y/N tilted her head slightly. “Tired?”

Wanda glanced up at her. Even exhausted, Y/N still looked unfairly good. Which was a problem Wanda was aggressively not thinking about.

“A little,” Wanda admitted.

Y/N nodded once, gaze flicking briefly toward the dark edges of the parking lot again before settling back on Wanda.

“You should sleep.”

Something about the simple certainty in her voice made warmth spread through Wanda’s chest again. Dangerous. Very dangerous.

A few minutes later, the office door opened again. Yelena stepped back outside, twirling two keycards between her fingers. “One room for me,” she said casually. Then tossed the second card directly at Y/N. “One room for the couple.”

Wanda nearly inhaled her own soul. “We are not a couple!”

Yelena raised one eyebrow slowly, visibly amused. “…Okay.”

The way she said it somehow made it infinitely worse.

Wanda’s face burned hotter instantly. “We’re not!”

“Mhm.” Yelena smirked faintly before turning away, already walking toward her room with her duffel bag slung over one shoulder.

“Goodnight, married people.”

“Yelena!”

The blonde only waved dismissively without looking back.

Wanda stood frozen in the middle of the parking lot for a full second, absolutely mortified before she grabbed her own bag quickly. “Come on.”

The motel walkway creaked softly beneath their footsteps as they crossed the parking lot. The farther they moved from the office lights, the darker everything became, shadows stretching long between the doors. Y/N walked slightly behind Wanda this time, close enough that Wanda could feel her presence without looking.

It made her chest ache in that confusing, dangerous way again.

Wanda unlocked the door quickly and pushed it open. The room was exactly what she expected.  Old and small with a single buzzing lamp cast soft yellow light over faded floral wallpaper and worn carpet that had definitely seen better decades. There were two bedside tables, a tiny bathroom tucked near the back, an old TV mounted crookedly on the wall—and one bed.

Wanda stopped walking and slowly, she turned toward Y/N.

Y/N blinked once. “…What?”

“There’s one bed.”

Y/N looked at the bed. Then back at Wanda. “…Okay?”

Right. Of course that wouldn’t bother her. They’ve been sleeping on the same bed this whole time.

“It’s fine,” she said quickly. Too quickly. “We’ve shared beds before.”

Y/N nodded immediately. “Yeah.”

Because for Y/N, this really was normal. Wanda hated how much that calmed her.

Y/N quietly locked the door behind them before setting her bag down near the wall. The room immediately felt smaller afterward. Quieter.

Wanda busied herself taking off her jacket, avoiding eye contact completely. But unfortunately, Y/N noticed her mood almost instantly. “…Wanda?”

“I’m fine.” The answer came sharper than intended.

Y/N went still for a second.

Wanda immediately regretted it. She rubbed a hand over her face tiredly. “Sorry. I just—”

Before she could finish, warmth suddenly wrapped around her making her freeze. Y/N had stepped closer without a sound and pulled her gently into a hug. Not tight. Not restraining. Just there. Warm arms around her shoulders. Y/N chest against hers. Steady heartbeat beneath her ear.

“I don’t want to fight,” Y/N murmured quietly.

Wanda’s breath caught.

Y/N held her carefully, like she was afraid Wanda might pull away if she moved too suddenly.

“I just want to know if you’re okay.”

The honesty in her voice shattered something soft inside Wanda immediately. Because there was no accusation there. No frustration. No confusion. Just concern.

Wanda felt herself melt against her before she could stop it. Her forehead slowly dropped against Y/N’s shoulder as tension drained out of her body all at once.

“I know,” she whispered tiredly.

Y/N’s arms tightened slightly around her at the sound. Warm and safe.

Wanda closed her eyes.

God.

This was becoming a serious problem.

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Wanda stayed there longer than she meant to, pressed against Y/N’s chest while the motel room hummed quietly around them, the old air conditioner rattling softly somewhere near the window.

Y/N didn’t rush her. Didn’t ask questions. Didn’t push. She just held her. One hand rested carefully between Wanda’s shoulder blades while the other stayed warm against her waist, grounding and steady in that effortless way only Y/N seemed capable of.

Wanda hated how much she needed it.

After a long moment, Y/N spoke quietly. “Did I do something wrong?”

The question was so soft, so genuinely worried, that Wanda’s chest tightened painfully. She pulled back just enough to look up at her.

Y/N’s expression was open, uncertain now in a way she rarely allowed herself to be. Like Wanda’s reactions mattered more than her own comfort.

“No,” Wanda said immediately. “No, you didn’t.”

Y/N studied her face carefully, searching for any sign she was lying. “…Then why are you upset?”

Because you smile every time I laugh. Because you look at me like I’m something precious. Because I can’t breathe when you touch me anymore. Wanda swallowed hard. “I’m just tired,” she said instead.

Y/N kept looking at her for another second, then slowly nodded. “…Okay.”

She believed her enough not to push further. That somehow made Wanda feel even worse.

Y/N finally loosened her hold, though one hand lingered lightly against Wanda’s waist for a second longer before falling away completely. The loss of warmth was immediate.

Wanda tried very hard not to notice.

Y/N stepped back and glanced around the room before wrinkling her nose slightly. “This place smells weird.”

The abrupt change nearly made Wanda laugh.

“It’s a motel.”

“It smells like cigarettes and sadness.”

A startled laugh escaped Wanda before she could stop it. Y/N’s entire expression softened instantly at the sound again.

There it is. That look. Wanda felt heat crawl back into her face immediately. Wanda turned away quickly before Y/N could notice her spiraling again and dropped her bag near the bed. Behind her, she heard Y/N moving quietly around the room, checking windows and locks automatically out of habit. The familiar sounds settled something anxious in Wanda’s chest.

A few minutes later, Wanda sat near the edge of the bed while Y/N disappeared briefly into the bathroom to wash up. The second the door closed, Wanda dropped her face into her hands with a groan.

“This is bad,” she whispered to herself. Very bad. Because now every little thing affected her. The hugs, the smiles, the protective instincts, the way Y/N looked happier whenever Wanda laughed. And the worst part?

Wanda liked it. A lot.

The bathroom door opened again. Wanda looked up automatically—and immediately regretted having eyes. Y/N stepped back into the room wearing loose grey sweatpants and a black sports bra, hair still damp from washing it quickly in the sink.

Wanda forgot how breathing worked. Again.

Y/N glanced at her immediately. “…What?”

“Nothing.” That answer came way too fast.

Y/N stared at her for a second. Then, to Wanda’s absolute horror, a small smirk appeared.

“Why is your face red?”

Wanda nearly choked. “It’s not.”

“It is.”

“It’s warm in here.”

Y/N glanced around the room. The ancient air conditioner rattled loudly from the window. “…No, it isn’t.”

Wanda hated everything.

Y/N took another step closer, still looking genuinely curious despite the faint amusement lingering on her face.

“You keep doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“The red face thing.”

Wanda grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at her. But Y/N caught it automatically. And the smirk got slightly bigger.

Wanda wanted the floor to open and swallow her whole. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you know something.”

Y/N frowned slightly, clearly trying to understand what Wanda meant. Then, instead of backing off, she stepped closer.

Wanda immediately regretted saying anything.

“Why?” Y/N asked.

Wanda opened her mouth but nothing came out.

Y/N tilted her head. “Am I the one making you blush?”

The question hit Wanda like a freight train. Her entire brain stopped functioning. For one horrifying second, neither of them spoke. Y/N watched her carefully. Wanda stared back completely frozen. Y/N kept watching her, golden eyes focused entirely on her face. There was no teasing there. No smugness. Just curiosity. Which somehow made it ten times worse.

Slowly, Y/N reached out and took Wanda's hand.

Wanda's breath caught. “Y/N—”

“You keep doing it.”

“What?”

Y/N shifted a little closer. Far too close. Wanda could feel the warmth radiating from her.

“Your heartbeat.” Y/N's brow furrowed thoughtfully. “It keeps getting faster whenever I'm around.”

Wanda's entire body locked up.

Y/N tilted her head. “Is it?” The question came out quiet. And somehow that was the problem. Because Y/N wasn't trying to corner her. She actually wanted to understand.

“You blush when I get close,” Y/N continued carefully. “And when I touch you.”

Another inch closer.

“Your heartbeat gets faster.”

“Y/N.”

“And when I hug you—”

“Y/N.”

“Is it because—”

“Stop.”

The word came out sharper than Wanda intended.

Y/N immediately fell silent.

Wanda hated the flash of uncertainty that crossed her face. This was exactly why she couldn't do this. Because one more second and she was going to say something she couldn't take back. Something that would change everything.

Wanda pulled her hand free and stood abruptly. “I need a shower.”

Y/N blinked. “What?”

“A shower.”

“Right now?”

“Yes.”

Y/N glanced toward the bathroom. Then back at Wanda. Still confused.

“Did I say something wrong?”

The guilt hit instantly.

“No.”

“You seem upset.”

“I’m not upset.”

“You pushed me.”

Wanda groaned and scrubbed both hands down her face. “I just need five minutes, okay?”

Y/N studied her for a moment.

Then nodded slowly. “…Okay.”

The disappointment she tried to hide made Wanda feel even worse. Without trusting herself to say anything else, Wanda grabbed her clothes and headed for the bathroom. The door shut behind her. The lock clicked.

For a long moment, Wanda simply stood there staring at her reflection in the mirror. Then she dropped her forehead against it.

“Oh, this is a disaster.”

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Y/N’s POV

The bathroom door clicked shut.

Y/N remained exactly where she was on the edge of the bed, staring at it. Very confused. A few minutes ago she had been certain she was finally understanding what was happening. Wanda’s heartbeat accelerated whenever Y/N got close. She blushed, she looked away and she got nervous when Y/N touched her.

Those signs seemed obvious. At least, they did to Y/N.

So why did Wanda keep denying it? It didn’t make sense.

Because Wanda was her imprint. The certainty of that sat deep inside her bones. Unshakable. The moment Y/N had seen Wanda for the first time, something had changed. Every instinct she possessed had immediately recognized her.

Protect. Stay close. Keep safe. Make her happy.

It wasn’t something Y/N had chosen. It simply was. As natural as breathing. As natural as her heartbeat. Which was why Wanda’s reactions confused her so much.

Y/N wasn’t afraid.

Why would she be?

Wanda was Wanda. Her imprint. The person her instincts trusted more than anyone else in the world. Even now, with a locked bathroom door between them, Y/N could hear Wanda moving around inside. Running water. Soft footsteps. Safe.

The knowledge settled her immediately. So why wasn’t Wanda settling too?

Y/N rubbed the back of her neck.

Maybe other people were just complicated. That seemed increasingly likely. She thought back to the car ride. The way Wanda smiled when Yelena was being ridiculous. The way her face turned red. The way she’d melted into Y/N’s arms earlier. And then five minutes later acted like Y/N had asked her to dismantle a bomb with her teeth.

None of it made sense. Y/N’s frown deepened. Maybe Wanda was afraid Y/N didn’t feel the same way. The thought made her sit up straighter.

Was that it?

Normal people needed things said out loud sometimes. Maybe Wanda couldn’t feel what Y/N felt. Maybe she didn’t understand.

Y/N stared at the bathroom door.

Of course she didn’t understand. She didn’t even know what imprinting was.

The realization hit all at once.

Y/N had spent so much time assuming Wanda knew. Assuming she could somehow see it.

But Wanda wasn’t a wolf.

She had no reason to know why Y/N always ended up beside her. Why Y/N watched every room for threats. Why her attention always drifted back to Wanda no matter what else was happening. Why hearing Wanda laugh felt better than winning a fight.

Y/N exhaled slowly.

Maybe Wanda thought those things were choices. Not instincts. Not something woven into the very core of Y/N’s existence.

The thought made her chest ache unexpectedly. Because if Wanda didn’t know…

Then from her perspective, Y/N probably looked insane. 

Y/N frowned, then sighed.

Humans were confusing. Wanda was confusing. And somehow she was still the easiest person in the world to be around.

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Wanda’s POV

The next morning, they were back on the road before sunrise.

Wanda had barely slept. Not because of the motel. Not because of the old mattress or the rattling air conditioner.

Because of Y/N.

After escaping into the shower the night before, Wanda had spent nearly twenty minutes standing under lukewarm water trying to get her thoughts under control. By the time she finally came back out, Y/N had been sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for her.

Wanda had immediately announced she was tired before Y/N could continue whatever conversation they'd almost had earlier. Y/N had looked like she wanted to ask something, but after a second she'd simply nodded and said okay.

Then they'd gone to bed.

One bed. One very small bed.

Wanda was refusing to think about that too.

The motel coffee had been terrible, Yelena had insulted the complimentary waffles for five straight minutes, and somehow Y/N had still eaten four of them.

Now the three of them were driving farther south beneath a cloudy grey sky. This time, Y/N was driving. Wanda was absolutely not thinking about that. Not thinking about the way Y/N's hands looked on the steering wheel. Or the way she drove—steady, calm, one arm resting loosely near the window while the other guided the car effortlessly down the empty road. Wanda sat in the backseat behind her, staring out the window while trying very hard not to focus on the sound of Y/N laughing. Again.

For the past few hours, Yelena and Y/N had been talking almost nonstop. At first it had been practical things—roads, Natasha, safehouses, possible routes. Then somewhere along the way it had devolved into complete nonsense. And Y/N was participating.

Willingly.

Wanda still didn't understand how Yelena had managed this so fast.

When Y/N first joined the Avengers, it had taken months before she willingly joined conversations with the others. Even longer before she started joking back.

But now?

Yelena said one ridiculous thing and suddenly Y/N was relaxed enough to laugh every five minutes.

It was ridiculous.

“See?” Yelena said from the passenger seat, gesturing dramatically with half a granola bar. “This is why I don't trust goats.”

Y/N glanced at her briefly.

“…Goats?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“They look like they know secrets.”

A quiet snort escaped Y/N before she could stop it. Wanda stared at the back of her head in betrayal.

“That’s not a reason,” Y/N said, still amused.

“It is absolutely a reason. I saw one stare at me for twenty straight seconds once.”

“Maybe it didn't like you.”

“Exactly. Suspicious.”

Y/N laughed again. Wanda frowned harder at the passing scenery outside. How was this happening?

Yelena leaned back smugly in her seat.

“You laugh because you know I’m right.”

“I laugh because you sound insane.”

“Thank you.”

“That was not a compliment.”

“In my culture, it is.”

Y/N shook her head slightly, smiling to herself as she focused back on the road.

Wanda crossed her arms tighter. This was really ridiculous. She should've been happy Y/N was comfortable.

And she was. Mostly.

So why did something unpleasant twist in her chest every time Yelena made her laugh?

Wanda frowned deeper.

No. She was not jealous. Yelena was just... easy to talk to. Loud, blunt and strange. And Y/N responded well to that apparently.

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A few hours later, they stopped at a gas station somewhere in the middle of nowhere. The place looked old and tired, tucked beside a long empty road with faded signs and only two working pumps. A tiny convenience store buzzed beneath fluorescent lights while bugs repeatedly sacrificed themselves against the windows.

Y/N had gone inside a few minutes ago after muttering something about needing the bathroom and “more snacks.”

Which really meant: Many snacks.

Wanda stayed leaning against the side of the car while Yelena finished pumping gas. The air was cooler now, carrying the smell of asphalt and distant rain.

For a minute, neither of them spoke. Until Yelena starts—“So,” Yelena said casually, screwing the gas cap back on.

Wanda immediately narrowed her eyes. That tone never meant anything good.

“What.”

Yelena leaned against the pump. “What exactly is your deal with giant wolf woman?”

Wanda nearly choked on air. “What?”

“I ask simple question.”

“No, you didn’t.”

Yelena looked deeply unconvinced.

“You sleep together.”

“We do not—”

“You literally share a bed every night.”

“Because we’re hiding!”

“Mhm.”

“And there’s usually only one bed!”

“Convenient.”

Wanda glared at her immediately. “Nothing is happening.”

Yelena hummed. “Okay. Then explain.”

“There’s nothing to explain!”

“So you are really not a couple?”

“We’re not,” Wanda said quickly.

“Very convincing.”

“We’re just—” Wanda stopped. What were they?

Yelena noticed instantly. “Oh my god.”

“Stop.”

“You don't even know.”

Wanda hated that she was right.

Yelena folded her arms. “You hold hands. You sleep together. She watches you like emotionally damaged guard dog.”

“She does not.”

“She absolutely does.”

Wanda looked away. Because the worst part? A small, traitorous part of her knew Yelena was right.

Yelena stepped closer, lowering her voice. “She looks at you like you hung moon.”

Wanda's face heated instantly. “That’s not true.”

Yelena stared at her flatly. “You know I was trained from childhood to read people, yes?”

“…Unfortunately.”

“And you”—Yelena pointed directly at her—“look at her like you want climb her like tree.”

Wanda nearly died. “Oh my god!”

Yelena burst out laughing. “You should see your face!”

“I hate you.”

“I don’t care.”

Wanda dragged both hands down her burning face miserably. This was horrible. Because now that Yelena had said it out loud, she couldn't stop thinking about it.

The touching. The closeness. The way Y/N smiled every time Wanda laughed. The way she always seemed happiest when Wanda was happy. The way Wanda immediately relaxed whenever Y/N touched her. And worse—how much she wanted it.

Yelena's amusement faded slightly.

“So why are you fighting it?”

Wanda blinked. “…What?”

“You are very obvious,” Yelena said more gently. “Both of you.”

Wanda swallowed hard. “It’s complicated.”

Yelena snorted. “No. It is actually extremely uncomplicated. You like giant wolf girl. Giant wolf girl likes you.”

If only it were that simple. Wanda thought about the motel room. About Y/N asking if she was the reason Wanda blushed. About those golden eyes looking at her with absolute sincerity while trying to understand. About how confused Y/N had seemed when Wanda ran away to the shower.

Wanda looked away. “It’s not that simple.”

“Is because of robot guy?”

Wanda's head snapped toward her. “How do you know about him?”

Yelena looked completely unbothered. “Giant wolf woman told me.”

Wanda blinked. “…What?”

“The motel.”

Yelena shrugged.

“You went to the bathroom this morning. I asked her the same question I am asking you now.”

A feeling of absolute dread settled over Wanda immediately. “You asked Y/N if she liked me?”

“Obviously.”

“And?”

Yelena stared at her. “Wanda.”

“What did she say?”

“She spent ten minutes looking confused that it was apparently not obvious.”

Wanda felt her face heating already. “Oh my god.”

“She talked about you the entire time.”

That did absolutely nothing to help.

“What exactly did she say?”

Yelena thought for a second.

“Mostly things that sounded concerning.”

“That is not an answer.”

“She said she likes being around you. That you make her happy. That she feels calmer when you are nearby. That she worries when you are upset.” Yelena paused. “And then she looked at me like I was stupid for asking.”

Wanda suddenly found the cracked pavement very interesting. “Right.”

Yelena watched her for a moment.

“She also asked why you seemed afraid.”

That hit harder than it should have.

Wanda looked away again. “She doesn't understand.”

“No,” Yelena agreed. “She really doesn't.”

Because how could she? Y/N didn't know about the guilt.

About Vision.

About the part of Wanda that still felt responsible for everything that had happened. That it hasn’t been long since the break up. The thought twisted sharply in her chest.

“…Partly,” Wanda admitted quietly.

Yelena leaned back against the car, some of the teasing fading from her expression. “You know Natasha told me once that love is not always dramatic thing.” She shrugged one shoulder. “Sometimes it is just a person who feels like home.”

Wanda's chest tightened painfully. Because that was exactly the problem. Before she could answer, the convenience store door opened.

Y/N stepped back outside carrying two bags absolutely stuffed with snacks. She paused immediately after seeing their expressions.

“…What happened?”

Wanda straightened so fast she almost injured herself. “Nothing.”

Yelena grinned. “Wanda was just telling me how much she enjoys your company.”

Wanda made a horrified sound.

Y/N blinked once. Then—very softly—she smiled.

Wanda’s face burned instantly. “Oh my god,” she muttered under her breath.

Y/N blinked once, still holding the overloaded snack bags in both hands. “…What?”

“Nothing,” Wanda said quickly. Far too quickly.

Yelena’s smirk widened. Wanda refused to look at either of them. She immediately turned and walked toward the car before this conversation could somehow become even worse.

Behind her, she heard Y/N following automatically. Wanda climbed into the backseat without a word, pretending to be deeply interested in literally anything outside the window.

A second later, the back door beside her opened. Wanda looked over automatically—and found Y/N holding out a candy bar.

“…I got you this.”

Wanda blinked.

“What?”

“You liked it yesterday.”

“…Thanks,” she murmured softly, taking it from her.

Y/N nodded once, visibly pleased by her reaction before closing the door and heading back toward the driver’s seat. From the front passenger side, Yelena watched the entire interaction with the expression of someone having every suspicion confirmed in real time.

Neither of them noticed.

A few minutes later, the car pulled back onto the empty highway. The sky had darkened further while they stopped, low clouds hanging overhead as distant thunder rumbled somewhere far away. Inside the car, the atmosphere felt different now. Softer.

Wanda unwrapped the candy bar quietly while trying very hard not to think about the fact that Y/N had remembered her favorite snack after a single offhand comment the day before. Or the fact that, according to Yelena, she'd apparently spent the morning talking about Wanda.

That thought refused to leave.

In the front seat, Y/N drove with one hand resting loosely on the wheel while the other occasionally disappeared into one of the snack bags. Every few minutes, her eyes flicked toward the rearview mirror automatically. Toward Wanda.

Every single time their eyes met, Y/N smiled a little without seeming aware of it. And every single time—Wanda’s stomach flipped embarrassingly hard.

Beside her, Yelena looked out the window to hide another smirk.

---

Nobody’s POV

They reached another motel long after dark. This one was somehow worse than the last.

The neon sign buzzed loudly overhead, missing half its letters, and the entire parking lot smelled faintly like gasoline and old cigarettes. A trucker smoked near one of the vending machines while static crackled from a tiny radio somewhere nearby.

Y/N parked the car and immediately started scanning the area automatically. Four occupied rooms. Two people near the ice machine. No immediate threats. Safe enough.

Beside her, Yelena stretched with a groan.

“If I die in sleep tonight because of cursed motel ghost, I blame both of you.”

“You’d fight the ghost,” Wanda muttered tiredly as she climbed out.

“Obviously.”

Y/N grabbed their bags from the trunk while Yelena headed toward the office to get rooms.

A few minutes later, she returned twirling keycards between her fingers. “One for me,” she announced. “One for emotionally repressed couple.”

Wanda immediately groaned.

Yelena smirked and handed Y/N the second keycard before disappearing toward her room.

Y/N barely paid attention to the teasing this time. Mostly because she was tired. Partly because Yelena had spent the entire day making comments like that. She adjusted the bags over her shoulder and followed Wanda across the parking lot toward the far end of the motel.

The night air was cold enough that Wanda folded her arms tightly across herself almost immediately. Without thinking, Y/N moved a little closer. Then—

“Actually...”

Y/N looked down immediately at the sound of Wanda's voice.

Wanda wouldn't meet her eyes. “You should sleep with Yelena tonight.”

Y/N stopped walking. “…What?”

“You can stay in her room.”

Confusion hit instantly. “Why?”

“It just makes more sense.”

“It doesn't.”

Wanda exhaled sharply, already sounding frustrated. “Y/N—”

“No.” Y/N frowned slightly, genuinely confused now. “I want to stay with you.” The words came out before she even thought about them.

Simple.

Obvious.

True.

Wanda's face immediately turned red. Again.

Y/N stared. There it was. The thing she'd been trying to understand since the motel the night before.

“That’s not the point,” Wanda muttered.

“Then what is the point?”

Wanda looked away.

Y/N stood there holding both their bags while trying to understand why Wanda suddenly seemed upset again. Just a few hours ago things had been fine. Wanda had laughed. They talked. Y/N bought her favorite candy bar. And Wanda had smiled. Everything had felt normal.

Now it felt like she'd somehow missed an important conversation.

Again.

A thought occurred to her. “…Is this because of yesterday?”

Wanda froze.

Y/N immediately knew she was right. “The bathroom thing?”

“Y/N.”

“I wasn't trying to upset you.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you avoiding me?”

Wanda closed her eyes briefly.

Y/N's confusion only grew. Because she wasn't avoiding Wanda. She wanted to be around Wanda. Always.

That was the problem. At least, it seemed to be the problem from Wanda's perspective. And Y/N still had absolutely no idea why.

Now suddenly Wanda was pulling away again. It made something uncomfortable twist in Y/N's chest.

Wanda rubbed a hand over her face tiredly. “I just want some privacy...”

The words hit harder than they probably should have. Y/N went quiet immediately.

Oh.

For a second, she just stood there beneath the dim motel lights, trying to understand why her chest suddenly felt tight. Then she remembered what Yelena had told her earlier.

Humans needed space sometimes. Especially when they were confused. And Wanda was definitely confused.

Y/N looked down briefly before nodding once. “…Okay.” Her voice came out quieter than before. She shifted the bags in her hands and stepped forward, handing Wanda hers.

Their fingers brushed. Usually Wanda unconsciously leaned toward contact. This time she pulled her hand back first.

Y/N immediately noticed. Something in her chest sank.

“…Goodnight,” she said softly.

Then she turned before she could ask another question she wouldn't get an answer to.

Wanda watched her walk away toward Yelena's room, shoulders slightly tense, steps quieter than usual.

And for the first time since they'd met—Y/N didn't look back. The realization hit Wanda immediately. A sharp ache spread through her chest as she stood alone outside her room. That wasn't what she wanted. Not even close. The motel suddenly felt colder.

Wanda looked toward Yelena's door just as it opened.

Yelena stepped out, took one look at Y/N, then looked across the parking lot toward Wanda. The assessment took less than two seconds. Y/N's expression.

Wanda standing alone. The distance between them. Understanding flashed across Yelena's face immediately. Her amusement disappeared.

“…What happened?”

Y/N shook her head once. “Wanda wants privacy.”

Yelena glanced at Y/N. Then at Wanda. Then back again.

“Come on.”

Y/N hesitated for one last second. Not looking at Wanda. Not checking if she was following. Then she stepped inside.

The door clicked shut behind them. Leaving Wanda alone beneath the flickering motel light while guilt settled heavily in her chest. Because somehow, in trying to create distance, she'd managed to hurt the one person she least wanted to hurt.

---

Y/N’s POV

Yelena’s motel room looked almost identical to other motels. Same dim yellow lighting.

Y/N stood near the door for a moment after stepping inside, one hand still loosely holding her bag while Yelena quietly locked the door behind them.

The silence stretched. Usually silence around Wanda felt easy. This one didn’t.

Yelena noticed immediately.

“…You look like someone’s kicked puppy.”

Y/N frowned slightly. “Nobody kicked me.”

“Mhm.” Yelena tossed her jacket onto the second bed before sitting down cross-legged against the headboard. She watched Y/N carefully for another second.

“You are upset.”

Y/N shook her head automatically. “…No.”

“Very convincing.”

Y/N stayed quiet. Because she didn’t really understand what she was feeling. Her chest just hurt. A little, not physically. Something tighter than that.

Yelena’s expression softened slightly. “She didn’t mean it badly.”

Y/N nodded. “I know.”

And she did know. Wanda wasn’t cruel. Never cruel.

But—

Y/N sat slowly on the edge of the second bed, shoulders lowering as exhaustion finally started catching up to her. “She wanted space,” she murmured quietly, more to herself than Yelena.

Yelena hummed.

“And you do not like space.”

Y/N immediately shook her head. “It’s not like that.”

Yelena raised one eyebrow. “No?”

Y/N frowned, trying to explain the uncomfortable feeling twisting inside her chest. “I just...” She hesitated. “I like knowing she’s okay.”

That part was true.

If Wanda was nearby, Y/N could relax. Sleep deeper, breathe easier. Distance felt wrong in a way she couldn't fully explain to people who weren't like her. Or people who didn't know what an imprint was.

Yelena watched her quietly. “You are aware normal people do not look physically distressed because they sleep in different room for one night?”

Y/N blinked. “…Oh.”

“Mm.”

Y/N looked down again. “I didn’t mean to upset her.”

Yelena’s expression softened further. “You didn’t.”

“But she wanted space.”

“Yes.”

Y/N's chest tightened again. Because Wanda had never asked for distance before.

Not really.

Even during the strange, confusing moments lately, Wanda still stayed close. Still leaned against her when tired. Still reached for her without thinking.

Tonight felt different.

Y/N rubbed her thumb absently against the edge of her sleeve. “She sounded...” Her voice lowered. “…frustrated.”

Yelena sighed and leaned back against the headboard. “She is frustrated.”

Y/N immediately looked up. “With me?”

“No.”

The answer came so fast that Y/N blinked. “Then with what?”

Yelena stared at her. For a long moment. Then groaned, “Oh my god.”

“What?”

“You genuinely have no idea.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“I know.”Yelena pointed at her. “That is the problem.”

Y/N frowned deeper.

Yelena dropped her hand over her face dramatically. “Natasha is never going to believe this.”

“Believe what?”

“That two smartest people I know are somehow both idiots.”

Y/N looked mildly offended. “I’m not an idiot.”

“Debatable.”

Y/N stared at her. Completely lost.

Yelena stared back. Completely exhausted. After several seconds, Yelena sighed heavily. “She is not frustrated with you.”

“Then why does she keep running away?”

The question slipped out before Y/N could stop it.

Yelena's expression softened immediately. Because there it was. The real problem.

Y/N looked away. “She keeps getting close.”

Closer. Laughing. Smiling. Leaning against her. Looking at her like she wanted to say something. Then the moment Y/N tried to understand, Wanda would panic and retreat. The pattern was becoming impossible to ignore.

Yelena was quiet for a moment.

“Have you considered she might be scared?”

Y/N frowned. “Of me?”

“No.” Yelena pointed at her again. “Of this.”

Y/N blinked. “This what?”

Yelena dropped backward onto the mattress with a groan. “Unbelievable.”

Y/N remained exactly as confused as before. Which somehow made Yelena groan even louder.

“With herself.”

That confused Y/N even more.

“…How?”

Yelena stared at her for a long moment. “See, this is why I asked if you liked her yesterday.”

Y/N frowned. “I do like her.”

“Yes, I know.”

“No, I mean I like her.”

Yelena pointed at her. “That. That right there.”

Y/N looked even more confused. “What?”

“You say it like it is obvious.”

“It is obvious.”

“To you.”

Y/N hesitated. Then slowly sat back against the edge of the bed. “Maybe because she’s my imprint.”

The room went silent. Yelena blinked. “…Your what?”

“My imprint.”

“What is imprint?”

Y/N frowned slightly, surprised she didn't know. “It’s a wolf thing.”

That explained absolutely nothing. Yelena waited.

Y/N seemed to realize that. “Oh.”

A pause. Then she tried again.

“When wolves find their person.”

Yelena immediately sat up straighter.

“Their person?”

Y/N nodded.

“The one they're meant to protect. Stay with. Take care of.”

Yelena stared. “Oh my god.”

Y/N tilted her head. “What?”

“You never told me that part.”

“I thought it was obvious.”

“Nothing about this is obvious.”

Y/N frowned again. “But Wanda is my imprint.”

Yelena pointed both hands at her.

“Does Wanda know this?”

“No.”

“Have you told her?”

“No.”

“Then how is it obvious?”

Y/N opened her mouth. Paused. Then slowly closed it again. For the first time, she looked uncertain. “…Oh.”

“Exactly.” Yelena dropped back against the headboard. “From Wanda's perspective, you are just showing up everywhere and looking at her like she invented happiness.”

Y/N looked down. That explained a few things.

After another moment, Y/N quietly stood and gathered her clothes. She paused near the bathroom door.

“…Do you think Wanda’s upset with me?”

The uncertainty in her voice softened Yelena’s expression immediately. “No,” she answered honestly. “I think Wanda is trying very hard not to be upset with herself.”

Y/N absorbed that silently before heading to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, the sound of running water filled the small motel room.

Yelena leaned back against the headboard with a long sigh and stared at the ceiling.

“This is painful,” she muttered to herself.

Because somehow these two idiots had managed to fall catastrophically for each other while operating with completely different instruction manuals. It was honestly impressive.

---

Wanda’s POV

The room felt wrong without Y/N in it. Wanda realized that approximately three minutes after closing the door. Which was completely ridiculous. She sat on the edge of the motel bed, still fully dressed, staring at the muted TV while silence pressed heavily around her.

The room suddenly felt colder than it had before. Wanda rubbed both hands over her face with a frustrated groan before falling backward onto the mattress. “This is stupid.”

Because this was what she wanted, wasn't it? Space. Distance. A chance to breathe. So why did her chest ache now that she had it?

Wanda stared at the ceiling while Yelena's words replayed mercilessly in her head.

You like giant wolf girl.

God.

The worst part? Yelena wasn't wrong. Wanda turned onto her side with another frustrated sound, burying half her face in the pillow. Everything had become too much too fast. The touching, the closeness, the way Y/N always noticed her first, the way she smiled every single time Wanda laughed, and now there was something else she couldn't stop thinking about.

The conversation Yelena had told her about.

The fact that Y/N had apparently spent a long time that morning talking about Wanda. The fact that she'd been confused when Yelena asked if she liked her. Like the answer was obvious. Because to Y/N, apparently, it was.

Wanda groaned into the pillow. Because once she admitted that to herself, everything else became harder to ignore too. The jealousy. The way seeing Y/N with Yelena all day had made something ugly twist in her stomach.

The realization made Wanda sit upright immediately.

“Nope.” Absolutely not. She stood and started pacing the tiny motel room instead. Because this was dangerous territory.

Vision had barely been out of her life for a month. And now Wanda was spiraling because a giant wolf woman smiled at her too sweetly?

It made her feel guilty. Confused. Excited. All at once.

Wanda stopped pacing near the window, arms folded tightly across herself. Outside, rain had started again, droplets tapping softly against the glass beneath the flickering motel lights. Her eyes drifted automatically toward the neighboring room.

The ache in her chest returned immediately. Because now all Wanda could picture was Y/N's face after she'd asked for space. That tiny shift in her expression.

The way she'd gone quiet, the way she'd said goodnight, the way she hadn't looked back. That part hurt most. Y/N always looked back. Always checked. Always made sure Wanda was there. Tonight she hadn't.

Wanda pressed a hand against her forehead. Maybe she'd been too harsh.

No. Not harsh. Just—panicked. That was the problem. Because every time Y/N got close, Wanda felt herself wanting things she wasn't ready to want. And every time Y/N pulled away, it felt worse. A miserable realization settled over her.

She missed her. She'd sent Y/N away less than twenty minutes ago. And she already missed her.

“This is insane,” Wanda muttered to herself.

Finally, with a frustrated sigh, she grabbed her clothes and headed toward the bathroom before she could think herself into another crisis. 

---

Y/N’s POV

Something woke her up. Y/N’s eyes snapped open instantly. For a second, she stayed completely still on the motel bed, listening. The room was dark except for faint moonlight leaking through the curtains. Across from her, Yelena was asleep sprawled diagonally across the mattress with one arm hanging dramatically toward the floor.

The motel itself was quiet. No footsteps outside. No strange engines. No weapons clicking into place. Nothing dangerous. And yet—something felt wrong.

Y/N sat up slowly, frowning. Her chest felt tight. Restless. Like an instinct tugging somewhere deep inside her. Across the room, Yelena shifted slightly in her sleep but didn't wake. Y/N looked toward the wall separating this room from Wanda's. Her heartbeat. Still there. But the uneasy feeling didn't leave.

Y/N quietly swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood. The floor creaked softly beneath her bare feet as she crossed the room and pulled on her hoodie.

A few hours ago she'd told herself she would give Wanda space. That she'd stop pushing. Stop making things harder. But now she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Not danger. Something else. Something she couldn't explain.

Cold night air wrapped around her the moment she stepped outside. The parking lot sat silent beneath flickering neon lights while distant thunder rolled somewhere far away. Y/N's eyes drifted automatically toward Wanda’s room. Her chest tightened immediately. Before she could stop herself, her feet were already moving. She crossed the parking lot and stopped outside the door.

Silence.

Y/N stared at it. Wanda wanted privacy. The reminder sat heavily in her stomach. She shouldn't bother her. Especially not after tonight. Y/N rubbed the back of her neck and paced once in front of the room. Maybe Wanda was sleeping. Maybe she was finally getting the space she'd asked for. Maybe she was happier without Y/N hovering nearby every five minutes.

The thought hurt more than it should have.

Y/N stopped again. Her instincts screamed at her to check. Just once. Just make sure Wanda was okay. She lifted her hand toward the door—Then froze.

Because what if Wanda opened it and looked disappointed to see her? The thought made her immediately lower her hand.

No. Don't push. She stepped back.

Paced once more. The feeling refused to leave. Y/N glanced around the empty parking lot before exhaling quietly through her nose. Then an idea occurred to her. A familiar one. Something she'd done dozens of times before. Back at the compound. When Wanda couldn't sleep. When nightmares woke her up. When neither of them wanted to talk.

Decision settling into place, Y/N stepped into the shadows beside the railing. Bones shifted beneath skin, and a second later, a massive wolf stood where she'd been. Golden eyes catching the faint motel lights. The wolf padded quietly back toward Wanda's door. This felt different. Safer. Not pushing. Not asking questions.

The wolf lifted one massive paw. Then, Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.

Three soft scratches against the motel door. The exact same pattern she'd always used at the compound.

A silent question. Are you okay?

Then the wolf sat down outside the room patiently. Golden eyes fixed on the door while distant thunder rolled across the night sky.

Waiting.

---

Wanda’s POV

Wanda jolted upright in bed with a sharp breath, heart hammering violently against her ribs. The nightmare still clung to her. Fragments of it flashed through her mind. Darkness. Loss.

Watching people disappear and being unable to stop it. The familiar panic sat heavy in her chest even after waking. Then again—Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.

For one disoriented second, Wanda thought she was back at the compound. Back in her room. Back when nightmares still woke her almost every night. Back when a giant wolf would quietly scratch at her door before curling up beside her bed until she fell asleep again.

Then reality caught up.

Wanda was already moving before she fully processed it. She threw aside the blankets and hurried toward the door, pulse racing for an entirely different reason now. The second she opened it—she froze.

A massive wolf sat quietly beneath the flickering motel light. Golden eyes lifted immediately toward her.

Y/N.

Relief hit Wanda so hard her knees almost weakened. Immediately followed by guilt. Because she'd sent her away. And somehow Y/N had still come.

“Oh my god—Y/N!”

The wolf's ears flicked backward slightly. Wanda grabbed the door quickly and looked around the parking lot. Empty. Thank god.

“Inside,” Wanda whispered urgently. “Now.”

The wolf immediately stood and slipped past her into the room. The second the door shut, Wanda turned toward her with exasperated disbelief.

“What are you doing?” she hissed quietly. “You can't just turn into a wolf outside the motel!”

The wolf lowered slightly. Ears flattening immediately.

“What if someone saw you?”

A soft whine escaped her. Wanda crossed her arms. “I’m serious.”

Another quieter whine. The ears lowered even further. And instantly—all of Wanda's frustration evaporated. Because somehow Y/N looked guilty. Even as a giant wolf.

Wanda let out a long sigh. “You can't do that,” she repeated, softer this time.

The wolf lowered her head. God. Wanda's chest ached. Not because of the nightmare anymore. Because she'd spent the entire evening missing her.

Without thinking, Wanda stepped forward and wrapped both arms around the wolf's neck, burying her face deep in warm Y/H/C fur.

Immediately, warmth surrounded her. The wolf made a soft sound deep in her chest and leaned into her instantly. Like she'd been waiting for permission.

Wanda closed her eyes. “You scared me,” she whispered into the fur.

The wolf huffed softly against her shoulder. For a long moment neither of them moved. Wanda simply stood there holding her while her heartbeat gradually slowed from the nightmare. While the lingering fear drained away. While the horrible emptiness she'd felt all evening quietly disappeared.

Her fingers threaded slowly through thick fur.

“You know,” she murmured after a while, “I think you were right.”

The wolf's ears twitched. Wanda smiled weakly. “The room was awful without you.”

The wolf immediately perked up. Wanda actually laughed. A real laugh. The wolf's tail thumped once against the carpet.

Wanda stared. “Don't.”

Another thump.

“You are enjoying this.”

The tail thumped again.

Wanda rolled her eyes fondly before resting her forehead against soft fur. Then, more quietly—“How do you always know?”

The wolf tilted her head.

Wanda swallowed against the last remnants of the nightmare.

“…When I have nightmares,” she murmured. “How do you always know?”

The wolf stared at her silently.

Then stepped closer until her large head pressed carefully against Wanda's chest. Like the answer was obvious. Like she'd always know.

Wanda's expression softened painfully. She reached up and cradled the wolf's face between her hands before pressing her forehead against soft fur again. And just like that—the room didn't feel cold anymore. Neither did she.

---

Wanda stayed wrapped around her for another long moment, fingers buried deep in soft dark fur while the last remnants of the nightmare slowly loosened their grip on her chest. The wolf stayed perfectly still for her.

When Wanda finally pulled back, golden eyes were already waiting for her, focused entirely on her with that same endless attentiveness that always made her chest ache.

“You really scared me,” Wanda murmured softly.

The wolf's ears lowered immediately. Apologetic.

Wanda sighed. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Y/N ears twitched upward again. That made Wanda laugh quietly.

Without really thinking about it, she leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss against the wolf’s muzzle.

The reaction was immediate. A quick warm lick swept instinctively across Wanda’s lips.

Both of them froze. Silence filled the motel room.

Wanda blinked. The wolf stared at her with wide golden eyes. Then suddenly— a distressed whining sound escaped Y/N while her paws shuffled anxiously against the carpet.

I DIDN’T MEAN TO DO THAT.

Wanda blinked again. The whining got louder.

I’M SORRY. OH MY GOD.

Another panicked sound.

THAT WAS A REFLEX.

Wanda stared at her for one long second—then burst out laughing. Not a small laugh. Bright and helpless and exhausted all at once.

The wolf looked absolutely horrified.

I DIDN’T BITE YOU, RIGHT?

That only made Wanda laugh harder. “No,” Wanda managed between laughs, covering her mouth. “No, you didn’t bite me.”

The wolf immediately shoved her nose against Wanda’s shoulder miserably like she wanted to disappear into the fabric of her shirt. Another embarrassed whine escaped her. Wanda’s entire chest warmed painfully at how genuinely mortified she sounded.

“Oh my god,” Wanda laughed softly, rubbing both hands through her fur. “You’re adorable.”

The wolf made an offended sound at that word. Which somehow made it worse. Wanda shook her head, still smiling helplessly before stepping back slightly. “Shift back,” she murmured softly.

The wolf paused. Golden eyes lifted toward her carefully.

Wanda’s heart squeezed immediately at the uncertainty there. Then softly—“Come to bed with me.”

The wolf went completely still. For a second, Wanda thought maybe she’d imagined how intensely Y/N reacted to things in wolf form—until the giant tail behind her thumped once violently against the dresser.

Wanda smiled helplessly before waving one hand lightly. Scarlet magic flickered around the room lamps. “Okay,” she murmured. “Shift back.”

The wolf hesitated. Then slowly stood.

Wanda turned around immediately to give her privacy as the familiar sound of shifting filled the room behind her—bones moving, breath catching softly, claws retracting against carpet.

A few seconds later, silence returned.

Wanda lifted one hand and used her magic automatically, summoning one of Y/N’s shirts and sweatpants from the other room. The clothes appeared and floated gently backward through the air.

“…Thanks,” Y/N murmured quietly behind her.

Wanda’s chest squeezed at how soft her voice sounded now. Still embarrassed.

“You’re welcome.”

Wanda climbed back onto the bed while Y/N got dressed behind her. The mattress dipped softly a minute later as Y/N carefully settled beside her. Not touching. Leaving space which Wanda noticed immediately.

Y/N sat tense near the edge of the mattress for a few seconds before finally speaking quietly into the darkness. “…Is this really okay?”

Wanda turned her head slightly.

Y/N was staring down at her hands now. “You said you wanted privacy,” she added softly. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

The guilt hit Wanda immediately.

Wanda rolled onto her side with a quiet sigh until she was facing her fully.

“You don’t make me uncomfortable.”

Y/N looked up immediately at that. Moonlight from the window softened her features, silver-blue across tired eyes and damp dark hair. Wanda reached up without thinking and brushed her fingers gently through that hair. Y/N immediately leaned into the touch.

Wanda’s chest ached painfully.

Her hand slid lower until she was cupping Y/N’s cheek softly, thumb brushing warm skin. Y/N visibly melted beneath her hand.

“I just panicked,” Wanda admitted quietly.

Y/N frowned slightly. “…Because of me?”

“No.” Wanda smiled faintly. “Well—yes. But not in a bad way.”

That only confused Y/N more. “I don’t understand.”

“I know.”

Y/N’s eyes searched hers carefully before words suddenly started tumbling out all at once. “I didn’t mean to crowd you and I know I stay close a lot and Yelena keeps teasing and maybe I should stop doing that and I know I hover sometimes but I just—”

Wanda leaned forward suddenly and pressed a soft kiss right against the center of Y/N’s nose.

Y/N froze instantly.

Wanda smiled a little despite herself. “There,” she murmured softly. “That stopped you.”

Y/N stared at her with wide eyes.

Wanda’s heart skipped hard in her chest.

God. She was so beautiful like this.

Wanda’s thumb brushed slowly across Y/N’s cheek again.

“…Did it only work because you were in wolf form?” she whispered softly.

Y/N’s breath caught.

Wanda leaned closer before she could lose her nerve. Then gently, but carefully, she pressed her lips against Y/N’s.

Soft. Barely there. A question more than a kiss.

Wanda felt Y/N stop breathing entirely. Their lips lingered together for one suspended second.

Then Wanda whispered softly against her mouth—“…What about there?”

It did. The second the words left Wanda’s lips, Y/N moved. Like instinct finally snapped.

Her hand came up carefully—almost hesitantly at first—cupping Wanda’s jaw as she kissed her back immediately. Not soft this time.

Wanda made a small sound against her mouth, surprised by the sudden intensity of it. Y/N kissed her like she’d been holding herself back for weeks and finally couldn’t anymore.

Which—God. Maybe she had.

Y/N shifted closer instinctively, one hand sliding carefully to Wanda’s waist while her other stayed against her cheek like she was afraid Wanda might disappear if she let go. Wanda melted instantly. Her fingers tangled into Y/N’s dark hair while she kissed her back harder, deeper this time, heart pounding violently against her ribs.

Y/N made a quiet sound low in her throat at that. The noise went straight through Wanda. Every kiss after that became less careful. Though still tender and hesitant in places, it was desperate underneath. All the restrained affection between them suddenly had somewhere to go. Wanda felt Y/N’s hand tighten slightly against her waist when she kissed her deeper, and god—that warmth, that need. It made Wanda dizzy.

Because suddenly every thought she’d been trying to bury for weeks came rushing back all at once.

Budapest. The way she’d imagined pulling Y/N closer beneath her hands. The way she’d woken up flushed and breathless after that stupid fantasy she absolutely should not have had. And now—Y/N was actually here. Kissing her. Wanting her back.

Wanda made another soft sound against her lips before instinct took over completely. Her hands slid from Y/N’s hair down to her shoulders, gripping firmly as she pulled her closer across the mattress. Y/N came willingly immediately. Like she’d been waiting for permission. The movement pressed them flush together, chest against chest beneath the blankets, and Wanda physically felt Y/N shudder at the contact.

God. That reaction alone nearly destroyed her.

Y/N kissed her again instantly, deeper this time, careful restraint cracking apart little by little with every passing second. One of her hands slipped around Wanda’s waist while the other stayed cradling her face like something precious.

Wanda couldn’t stop touching her.

Her fingers dragged through soft dark hair, down the back of Y/N’s neck, across warm shoulders beneath the thin shirt Wanda had summoned earlier.

Real. This was real.

Y/N pulled back just enough to breathe, forehead resting against Wanda’s while both of them tried and failed to calm down. Her eyes searched Wanda’s face carefully. “Is this…Okay?” Y/N whispered softly.

The concern in her voice right after kissing her senseless made Wanda’s chest ache so hard it almost hurt. Instead of answering normally, Wanda slid one hand up into Y/N’s hair again and pulled her back down into another kiss.

A soft sound escaped her as Wanda tugged her fully on top of her this time, their bodies fitting together against the motel mattress in a way that felt almost terrifyingly natural. Wanda’s heart pounded harder the second Y/N settled between her legs.

Y/N kissed her deeper almost instantly, one hand braced beside Wanda’s head while the other slid carefully along her waist like she still couldn’t believe she was allowed to touch her like this.

Wanda definitely wanted her to. Her fingers moved down Y/N’s back slowly, dragging over muscle beneath the thin shirt before gripping the fabric firmly. Y/N shivered against her mouth.

Wanda tugged upward instinctively. Y/N immediately lifted enough to let her pull the shirt off completely without breaking the kiss for more than a second. Wanda’s breath caught instantly at the feeling of Y/N’s bare chest against hers through the oversized shirt she slept in.

Her hands roamed before she could stop them, sliding across toned shoulders and down Y/N’s back again, nails scratching lightly against warm skin. Y/N gasped softly into her mouth. The sound made heat coil low in Wanda’s stomach immediately. Every touch after that became hungrier. Still messy and inexperienced in places. But desperate. Y/N kissed like she felt things too deeply to hold back once she started.

Wanda could feel it in every movement.

Every rough inhale.

Every trembling touch against her waist.

Her fingers curled harder into Y/N’s back when Y/N pressed closer instinctively, and—

Y/N suddenly froze. The kiss broke abruptly. Wanda blinked up at her, breathless and confused. Y/N had pulled back just enough to stare downward, visibly panicked now.

“What?” Wanda whispered immediately.

Y/N looked horrified. “I—”

She swallowed hard and tried shifting backward quickly like she wanted to put distance between them.

Wanda’s brows pulled together instantly. “Y/N?”

Y/N wouldn’t look at her. And then Wanda realized why.

Oh.

Heat rushed straight into her face again. Because pressed between them, unmistakable now, she could feel how hard Y/N had gotten.

Y/N looked mortified. “I’m sorry,” she blurted immediately, panic flooding her voice. “I didn’t mean—I wasn’t trying to—I can stop—”

“Hey.” Wanda caught her face gently before she could spiral any further. “Hey.”

Y/N finally looked at her. Absolutely terrified she’d done something wrong. Wanda’s chest tightened painfully at the sight. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” Wanda whispered softly.

Y/N still looked unconvinced. “But—”

“You’re turned on,” Wanda said gently, trying not to smile at how scandalized Y/N looked by the concept. “That tends to happen when people are making out.”

Y/N stared at her. “…Oh.”

Wanda laughed softly despite herself. “You really don’t know what you’re doing, huh?”

Y/N’s face flushed immediately. “…Not really.”

Wanda’s expression softened at once.

Y/N looked away again, visibly embarrassed now, her hands planted awkwardly against the mattress like she suddenly didn’t know what to do with them. “I know what it means,” she said quietly. “I just…”

She stopped.

Wanda stayed still beneath her, waiting patiently.

Y/N swallowed hard. “I don’t want you to think that’s all this is.” The words came out rushed, almost panicked. “That I just—I don’t know—got excited and that’s why I kissed you or—”

“Y/N.”

“I mean I did get excited obviously, but that’s not why—”

“Y/N.”

That finally stopped the spiral. Wanda reached up, brushing her fingers gently against Y/N’s cheek until those anxious eyes finally met hers.

“I know.”

Y/N’s shoulders loosened slightly. Only slightly. Because there was still fear there.

Real fear.

Wanda could see it now beneath all the embarrassment.

Y/N hesitated before speaking again, quieter this time. “I’ve never done this properly before.”

Wanda frowned softly.

Y/N immediately looked away again. “I just...” Her jaw tightened. “I was thirteen when Hydra took me…They did things.”The atmosphere shifted instantly.

Wanda’s chest tightened hard.

Y/N’s fingers curled against the blankets like she already regretted saying anything. “They wanted more of me,” she murmured quietly, voice flattening in the way it only did when she talked about Hydra. “More wolves.”

Wanda felt cold all over.

Y/N stared somewhere over her shoulder instead of at her. “And when they couldn’t...” She swallowed once. “They tried other ways.”

That was enough. Wanda understood immediately. Pain ripped through her chest so sharply she almost stopped breathing.

Y/N laughed once. Bitter.

“So technically I know what sex is.” Her voice dropped even quieter. “But not like this.”

Not safe. Not wanted. Not hers.

Wanda’s eyes burned instantly.

Y/N shook her head quickly, like she wanted to take the words back. “I don’t really like talking about it.”

“You don’t have to,” Wanda whispered immediately.

Y/N finally looked at her then.

For a moment neither of them spoke. The motel room felt impossibly quiet.

Then Wanda reached up and gently took one of Y/N’s hands in both of hers.

“You never have to explain those things to justify yourself to me.”

Y/N blinked.

Wanda squeezed her hand softly. “Not tonight. Not ever.”

Something fragile crossed Y/N’s face. The kind of vulnerability she almost never allowed anyone to see. “You’re not... bothered?”

The question shattered Wanda’s heart.

“Y/N.” Wanda lifted their joined hands slightly. “You survived.”

Y/N looked down.

“That’s not something you need my forgiveness for.”

Silence.

Y/N’s throat worked once. Twice. Then she laughed softly through her nose. A little unsteady. “You make everything sound simple.”

“It is simple.” Wanda brushed her thumb across Y/N’s knuckles. “What happened to you was wrong.”

Y/N’s eyes closed briefly.

“And none of it changes how I feel about you.”

When Y/N looked at her again, something in her expression had softened. A little less alone.

But suddenly Wanda heard, loud and clear.

Dirty.

Wanda reached up immediately, both hands cradling Y/N’s face firmly.

“Hey.”

Y/N’s eyes flickered uncertainly between hers.

“You are not dirty.”

The thought had barely crossed Y/N’s mind before Wanda answered it out loud. Y/N froze. Fear flashed across her face so quickly Wanda almost missed it. Not fear of Wanda. Fear of what Wanda might have seen. Her breath caught.

“Did you—” She stopped.

Wanda understood instantly.

Y/N’s eyes searched hers anxiously now, bracing for disgust. For pity. For horror.

Wanda’s heart broke all over again. Very gently, she leaned forward and kissed her. Soft. Slow. When she pulled back, she kept their foreheads touching.

“I didn’t look,” Wanda whispered.

Y/N visibly stilled.

“I only heard that thought because you were thinking it so loudly.” A tiny, sad smile touched Wanda’s lips. “Your brain practically shouted at me.”

A horrified sound escaped Y/N immediately. “I didn’t mean to—”

“I know.” Wanda brushed her thumbs beneath Y/N’s eyes. “I would never go digging through your head like that.”

Y/N stared at her quietly. Still scared and uncertain. So Wanda kissed her again.

A tiny kiss. Then another against the corner of her mouth.

“You hear me?” Wanda whispered softly. “I don’t need to see anything to know Hydra hurt you.”

Y/N’s throat moved.

Wanda’s hands remained steady against her face.

“And I don’t need to see anything to know none of it was your fault.”

For a second, Y/N just looked at her. Then her eyes dropped. Like hearing the words was somehow harder than saying them. Wanda felt her chest tighten.

“You survived,” she continued quietly. “That doesn’t make you dirty.”

Y/N closed her eyes. Wanda could see the fight happening behind them. Years of shame, of pain. Years of being treated like something that belonged to other people.

“You are still you,” Wanda whispered.

Y/N’s breath shook.

“And I still see the same person.” Slowly, Y/N opened her eyes again.

Wanda smiled faintly. “The person who brings me my favorite candy bar.”

A tiny huff escaped Y/N.

“The person who scratches at my door when I have nightmares.”

Another tiny huff.

“The person who accepted Yelena, even though she doesn’t stop talking.”

That finally earned the smallest laugh. Wanda’s smile widened.

“The person who always notices when I’m upset.”

Y/N’s expression softened immediately.

“The person who somehow knows exactly what I need before I do.” The laugh faded into something quieter. Something warmer. Wanda brushed her thumb gently across Y/N’s cheek.

“The person who makes me feel safe.”

Y/N froze. Wanda felt her own heart pounding now. Because this part was terrifying. But not nearly as terrifying as losing the chance to say it.

“The person who made me miss her after twenty minutes.”

A startled sound escaped Y/N. Wanda laughed softly. “It was very annoying.”

Y/N’s eyes never left hers. Like she was afraid to blink. Wanda swallowed. 

Then Wanda reached up and gently pulled Y/N down toward her.

“The person who I can't stop thinking about.”

Y/N’s breath caught.

“The person who makes me nervous.”

A faint smile tugged at Y/N’s mouth.

“You?”

“Yes, me.”

Another tiny laugh. Wanda’s chest squeezed painfully.

“The person...” She hesitated, suddenly feeling far more vulnerable than she had during any fight she'd ever been in. “The person I think I'm starting to fall for.”

Silence. Complete silence. Y/N stared at her. For one horrible second, Wanda wondered if she'd broken her.

Then Y/N's eyes softened. Not with surprise. With certainty.

“I know.”

Wanda blinked. “You know?”

Y/N nodded once. “You blush every time I get close.”

Despite everything, Wanda groaned. “Oh my god.”

A tiny smile appeared on Y/N's face. “I like you too.”

The words landed so gently that for a second Wanda almost missed them. Then her heart stopped.

“What?”

Y/N looked embarrassed immediately. But she didn't look away.

“I like you.” Simple. Honest. Like she'd been carrying the truth for a long time.

Wanda stared at her. Then before she could overthink it, she grabbed the front of Y/N's shirt and pulled her down into a kiss. Y/N made a surprised sound against her lips before kissing her back immediately. All the fear that had been sitting between them seemed to disappear at once. Wanda smiled into the kiss. Y/N kissed her again. And again. Neither of them seemed capable of stopping. The world narrowed down to warmth, laughter, and the relief of finally being honest with each other.

After a moment, Y/N shifted closer instinctively. The movement was completely automatic. Unthinking. She moved further between Wanda’s legs, pressing closer as the kiss deepened.

Wanda felt it immediately. The firm pressure of Y/N’s arousal brushing against her through their clothes. For a split second, neither of them seemed to process what had happened. Then Y/N shifted again without thinking and accidentally pressed more firmly against her. Both of them froze.

The kiss breaking apart.

Y/N’s eyes widened in horror as realization crashed over her. Wanda stared up at her, equally stunned. For one long second, neither of them moved. Then Wanda buried her face against Y/N’s shoulder as a breathless laugh escaped her.

“I think...” she managed between embarrassed laughter, “maybe we should sleep tonight.”

The mortified sound Y/N made only made her laugh harder. Y/N went bright red. Immediately.

“Right.”

“Very much right.”

“Sleep.”

“Yes.”

Y/N nodded so fast it was almost impressive.

“Definitely sleep.”

Wanda laughed again and brushed a kiss against her cheek.

Neither of them moved for several seconds. Still tangled together, smiling.

Eventually Y/N carefully settled beside her beneath the blankets. But Wanda immediately rolled toward her anyway. Y/N's arm wrapped around her without hesitation. Safe. Home.

Within minutes, the tension that had haunted the entire day finally began to fade. And for the first time in a long time, both of them fell asleep smiling.

---

Yelena’s POV

By the next morning, Yelena knew something had happened.

Not because anyone said anything. Because both of them were acting weird.

Well—weirder.

Yelena leaned against the hood of the car, sipping terrible gas station coffee while watching Wanda and Y/N approach from the motel office carrying breakfast.

Y/N was smiling. Not occasionally. Constantly. At Wanda talking.  At Wanda handing her coffee. At Wanda literally existing.

It was honestly disgusting.

And Wanda—

Wanda wasn't much better. Yesterday she'd been tense. Guarded. Pretending not to stare. Today she kept drifting closer without even realizing it.

When they reached the car, Y/N handed her a coffee. Wanda accepted it, then immediately reached up and brushed a loose strand of hair out of Y/N's face. The movement was completely natural.

Neither of them seemed to notice.

Yelena nearly threw her coffee into traffic. Interesting. Very interesting.

Also—Y/N never came back to her room last night. Which already told Yelena something important.

Not what she'd originally assumed.

Because one look at them made it obvious neither of these idiots had gotten much farther than finally admitting their feelings. They had the exact same energy as two people who had stayed awake all night talking and then spent the morning staring at each other like they'd discovered fire.

Yelena hated it.

Y/N opened the passenger door for Wanda automatically. Wanda rolled her eyes but smiled anyway before getting inside.

Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.

Y/N started walking around toward the driver's side when Wanda reached out instinctively and caught the sleeve of her flannel. Tiny movement. Barely noticeable.

But Y/N stopped immediately. Turned around without hesitation. Wanda said something too quiet for Yelena to hear. Y/N's entire face softened.

Oh my god. They were unbearable already.

Yelena climbed into the backseat with the exhausted expression of someone trapped between two people who were one shared playlist away from becoming completely insufferable. The engine started a moment later.

And immediately—Wanda reached over and stole one of Y/N's hash browns without asking.

Y/N looked offended for approximately half a second before sighing dramatically and handing her the entire bag.

“You said you weren't hungry.”

“I changed my mind.”

“That's my breakfast.”

“You're big. You'll survive.”

Y/N muttered something under her breath, but there was absolutely no annoyance behind it. Worse. She looked fond.

Yelena stared at the back of Y/N's head in horror. Oh, they were down catastrophically bad.

A few minutes later, Wanda noticed a smear of ketchup near the corner of Y/N's mouth. Without thinking, she reached over. Y/N immediately stopped talking. Wanda wiped it away with her thumb.

“Thanks,” Y/N said softly.

“You're welcome.”

Then Wanda went right back to eating Y/N's breakfast like she hadn't just short-circuited the driver's brain. Yelena considered jumping out of the moving vehicle. The car rolled back onto the empty highway while morning sunlight slowly spread across the road ahead.

Nobody said a word. Nobody had to.

By then, Yelena had reached to a conclusion. Natasha absolutely owed her money for putting her in the middle of this emotional disaster.

---

Unknown POV

The motel looked almost abandoned in the afternoon light.

Most of the guests had already left hours ago, leaving behind an empty parking lot shimmering beneath the heat. Somewhere nearby, a broken ice machine rattled loudly while insects buzzed lazily around the flickering neon sign. A motel room door opened quietly. A man stepped outside, shielding his eyes briefly against the sun before looking toward the far end of the parking lot. His gaze slowly lifted toward the old security camera mounted above the motel office. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone. The call connected immediately.

“Yes,” he said calmly. A pause. “The wolf was here.”

His eyes drifted briefly toward the motel rooms again. “The camera caught it.” Another pause. “No. I’m certain.”

He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small flash drive between gloved fingers. “The fur color changed,” he continued quietly. “H/C this time.” Silence answered him for a moment. The man’s expression shifted slightly at whatever was said next. “Yes,” he murmured. “That’s what I thought too.”

A truck rumbled loudly past the motel on the distant highway. The man watched it disappear southbound. “They left this morning,” he said. “Heading south.” Another long pause.

Then—“No. They didn’t notice surveillance.” His gaze flicked once more toward the camera above the office. “The Maximoff woman is still with her.”

A faint crackle came through the speaker. The man listened carefully before nodding once. “…Understood.” The call disconnected.

For a few seconds, he remained standing there in the afternoon heat, thumb resting lightly against the flash drive in his hand. Then slowly—he smiled.

---

[maximoffsbutch]

maybe like mommy!wanda and uhh nerd!reader and mommy!wanda rewards nerd!reader for getting highest in her class? wanda could be like 35 and reader could be 22?

Academic Validation

Pairing: Mommy!Wanda x Nerd!Reader Content Warning: Praise kink, fingering (R receiving), oral sex (R receiving) Word count: 2k A/N: thank you for the request :-) i felt like i might have been writing out a deep-seated fantasy of mine at some point. it wasn't meant to be this long but i got a little carried away... enjoy!

Your shoulders ache with the weight of late nights spent studying hunched over your laptop, but you’d say it was worth it after finding out your final grade today. As you slide your key into the front door and twist the handle, the sound of low singing pulls you out of your thoughts.

Wanda is somewhere in the kitchen, humming away, and your lips twitch into a smile while you silently slip off your shoes and place your backpack on the floor. You’re trying to be as quiet as possible, but you should’ve remembered Wanda has some sort of sixth sense, because her hearing prickles immediately.

“Is that my baby back from school?” she calls out in a sing-song voice, and you bite down your grin.

“Uh huh,” you call back. You hear the fast pattering of slippers, and then Wanda appears, wrapped in a long silk dressing gown, eyes twinkling. 

Before she says anything, she moves close, arms wrapping around you in a tight, lasting embrace. Her lips brush against your forehead, then she kisses down your face, the tip of your nose, before her mouth hovers against yours. “Welcome home, baby.” A soft press of her mouth to yours, and you can feel yourself almost melt at her touch. “Go, honey, get undressed. You must be aching to relax, isn’t that right?”

You briefly mourn her touch when she pulls away, but you know she’s right. By the time you return from your shared bedroom and head back downstairs, Wanda’s on the couch, one leg delicately draped over the other, and you feel yourself staring at the long, smooth expanse of exposed skin.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Wanda says softly, amusement curling in her voice. She beckons you over to the couch, and you find yourself obeying instantly. The rug is plush under your feet, Wanda’s choice, of course. She picked almost everything that went in your home, from the kitchen counters to the beautiful ‘50s style fridge to the lovely deep velvet couch she was draped over now.

You move to sit beside her, only for Wanda to click her tongue. “Come here properly,” she tuts, then she pulls you close, practically into her lap. You can’t help the blush that rises in your cheeks as she wraps her arms around your waist. “How was school, baby?”

You hum, your tongue feeling a little heavy in your mouth. “It was okay,” you try to say evenly, trying to keep the excitement out of your voice. You wonder how she’d react when you tell her the news.

“Just okay?” Wanda asks, kissing your neck softly. “You know I know when you’re hiding something, right?” A spidery hand ghosts your side – you try not to huff out a giggle. Wanda’s lips curve up. “Tell Mommy what’s going on in that little head of yours.” Mommy. The word makes you shiver. 

You squirm, feeling the all-too familiar warmth creep into your throat like cotton. “I got my results back,” you force yourself to say, even when you can feel your words slipping away, the desire to submit beginning to rear its head.

“Is that so?” You hear the smile in her voice, like she already knows you’re something to be proud of. “What did my baby get?”

You lick your lips to wet them. You can’t even believe it yourself, honestly. You’d double, triple-checked with the professor, but no, it wasn’t a mistake. “I got the highest in the class.”

Wanda goes quiet. Her hand stills against your side, fingers curling slightly like she’s trying to grasp what you’re saying. Then, slowly, “The highest?”

You nod wordlessly, though now you feel a bit of panic rise in your chest. “I-I just studied a lot, it’s not–”

Wanda slides you off her lap gently so you’re facing her completely. Her eyes are wide, and her tongue runs along her lower lip, something you noticed she did when she was deep in thought. God. Is she disappointed somehow? The thought makes you bite your lip nervously, but Wanda’s hand moves to hold yours, stilling your nervous twitches.

“You got the highest grade in the class and you thought that wasn’t worth mentioning to Mommy?”

You visibly melt, nervousness and worry leaving your body like they’d never been there at all. Your heart thumps wildly in your chest.

Wanda shifts closer to you, and you inch backwards until you’re almost completely laying on the couch. “My smart little girl,” she purrs, a hand reaching up to brush through your hair before cupping your face. She kisses your jaw, and when she pulls away, the corners of her mouth are quirked up into a knowing smile. “Smarter than anyone else, aren’t you, baby?”

The praise heats your cheeks. You squirm under her, thighs clamped together. Your thoughts feel slow, like you’re wading through molasses, and you nod a little dumbly up at her. Wanda bites her lip and smiles. “Oh? You like it when Mommy praises you like that, sweetheart? Does it make your clever little brain all fuzzy?”

Words are cotton in your mouth. You nod again. 

Wanda’s hands move slowly across your thighs, her smile never faltering. Your legs spread instinctually. “Mommy’s so proud of you, baby.” A hand strokes your inner thigh, causing you to shiver. Her nails run along the thin fabric of your pyjama pants, a long, slow trail that stops just above your abdomen. “Can Mommy show you how proud she is of her clever little girl?”

Your voice cracks when you respond. “Yes,” comes out as a broken whisper.

“Yes, what?”

Your face is on fire. “Yes, Mommy.” Heat simmers between your legs. Wanda coos.

“My smart little girl,” she purrs, and your head spins. You feel your mind slip into that space that you know Wanda loves, the one she tries to coax out of you whenever she talks like this. Thoughts gradually eke out of your brain until your only thought is Wanda, Mommy, and how beautiful she looks on top of you.

Deft fingers slowly pull apart the bow of your drawstring pyjama pants, like she’s unwrapping a particularly pretty Christmas present, and you squirm in anticipation. She shimmies them off, with you lifting your hips up to help her, and then there’s almost nothing between her touch and where you want it most.

“Oh,” Wanda murmurs, looking down. “It looks like your body already knows what it wants. Clever thing.”

You bite back a whimper, head spinning with the praise, and Wanda looks pleased. Your underwear, a simple cotton affair, is soaked, sticking to you uncomfortably. She makes a little sympathetic sound, hooking a finger and pulling it to the side, and, fuck, you shiver as your cunt is exposed to the air.

“Mommy,” you whine, the word hanging in the air, and the smile Wanda gives you is nothing short of delighted.

“Use your words, baby,” she says, though it feels like she wants you to do the opposite with the way her fingers press against your warmth. “Use your clever little mouth.”

You squirm again. “I-I want you to touch me.” Your legs spread wider when you feel Wanda’s hands push them apart, and she bites back a truly delighted smile.

She doesn’t respond verbally, but the slow drag of your underwear down your thighs is enough for you. When the offending piece of fabric is hooked around your ankle, Wanda’s smile turns into something of a smirk. She inches backwards until she’s laid on her stomach, still with her eyes on you. The eye contact burns, but you don’t look away even when her head lowers, lower, lower, until her lips ghost where you want them most. “Say please,” she whispers, and you feel the words on your clit.

“Please, Mommy.”

A pleased hum, and then the swipe of a warm tongue parting your folds delicately. Your body shoots up off the couch, back arching, a gasp wrenched from your lips. “Mm– ah, Mommy!" is all you say between needy moans, and Wanda simply hums, her lips curled into a grin like the cat that got the cream. She traces your cunt delicately, circling your entrance, and lets out her own terribly sinful moan when the tang of your arousal hits her tongue.

“Oh, my baby,” she groans, breathing hot against you, and you shudder. “You taste so good for Mommy.” And then her mouth is back on you, hot and electric, tracing every part of you like she’s committing it to memory. Your clit thrums with desperation, and when her lips finally, finally, wrap around your clit, your hips buckle, a bolt of heat spreading down your legs.

“M-Mommy, oh–” You’re silenced by a finger circling at your quivering entrance, wet from Wanda’s mouth, and suddenly it’s pushing inside you roughly while she kisses, licks, noses at your clit like she’s starving for you.

She looks up at you through her lashes, and even though you can’t see her mouth anymore, you’re sure she’s smirking up at you. Her finger presses against your front wall, finding the spot she’s felt so many times before. A moan is torn from your chest, so loud you could’ve felt embarrassed, but Wanda purrs in satisfaction. When she pulls her finger out again, you whine at the loss, but then she starts fucking you, angled just right to hit the spot that makes you see stars whenever she bottoms out.

“Oh, fuck, fuck,” you babble, words failing you, your brain slowly turning into mush while Wanda fucks you, looking up at you like you’re the prettiest thing she ever did see. It feels like you’re on fire, every inch of skin, like oil is heating in your belly. “M-Mommy.”

Her hand doesn’t slow. Her eyes, usually so green, are darkened with lust, pupils blown out and swallowing the color completely. Her tongue flicks at your clit teasingly, and, fuck, when did she slip another finger in? You can feel them pump, twisting, scissoring inside you, fucking you with carefully calculated precision that could only come from a Mommy knowing her girl’s pussy with years of experience on you.

You’re twitching with barely contained pleasure, pins and needles in your feet, and you start to writhe. Wanda knows what that means, because her fingers move achingly faster, her balm-smudged lips sucking on your clit even with the violent bucking of your hips. Your throat tightens, your brow furrows. The heat in your belly is turned high.

“I- Mommy, I’m gonna… Mommy, gonna cum, fuck,” are the only words you can string together. With a long low hum on your clit, Wanda replies wordlessly, another violent curl of her fingers, and it’s enough to send you careening over the edge. 

Your entire body tenses, crumples for a long, slow moment, pussy clenching around Wanda’s hand, and then relaxes slowly, limbs going slack, chest heaving for breaths. Wanda fucks you slowly through it, then achingly pulls her fingers from you, leaving you empty.

You’re leaning up to meet her halfway when she leans down to kiss your mouth, teeth just barely brushing your lower lip before she pulls away.

“Oh, moya lyubov,” she coos softly, another kiss to the corner of your mouth. “So, so clever. Mommy’s so lucky to have such a smart little girl like you, isn’t she?”

Your cheeks, mystifyingly, heat even more than before, and you smile a little shyly at the praise. “Well, I don’t know…” you start to say, but then a little shove at your chest knocks the air out of you as your back hits the couch again. “Wh– I–”

Wanda’s lips, still sticky and wet from your arousal, curl into what can only be described as a devilish grin. “Oh, did you think I was going to stop at one?”

You blink up at her, wide eyed. Already your pulse is jumping under your skin. “B-But Mommy, I-I just came.” You squirm with sensitivity. Wanda makes a little faux sympathetic sound.

“Why stop at one? You’ve always been a little overachiever.”

[florencebirdsong]

Red Silk

Mommy Wanda Maximoff x Little Reader

Soft Mommy AU - 1/?

Summary: nuzzling skin leads to something more.

Tags: mommy wanda, little reader, soft, nursing, ficlet

Words: 505

Author's note: happy late mother's day :p

No pronouns used for reader. Nondescript shirt.

ao3 | masterlist

Wanda doesn’t usually wear her silk robe so long before bed. Yet when she came back into the living room after her shower, she is. You notice instantly, sitting up straighter but trying not to be obvious about. You love how soft she looks in her red silk robe and she knows it. 

She sits down, wine glass in hand, and you quickly snuggle into her, the show playing long forgotten. Your turn your head so your nose brushes her shoulder, unsubtly enjoying the lingering scent of her soap. Her arm wraps around your back, nails slipping under the hem of your shirt to gently scratch at the skin there.

Your eyes catch on a strip of white. Wanda’s robe is loose and the edge of it has drooped enough to show the side of her boob. You can even see a tiny sliver of pink. You lean forward, mesmerised, to nose gently at her soft skin. The lovely smell of her soap is even stronger and you turn your head to press your cheek against her. Wanda still doesn’t comment, or stop running her nails over your skin.

You can’t manage to stay still. Instead nuzzling her skin. Gently rubbing your cheek against her soft skin, and then your nose, then your cheek again, slowly sinking into that warm, fuzzy feeling Mommy so often puts you in. When you gently press your forehead into her heated skin she finally says,

“Enjoying yourself?” in an amused voice. You hum happily, words beyond you as you press into her. Wanda huffs a laugh, moving her hand to gently scratch at the baby hairs at the nape of your neck. You move your head so your lips brush her skin. You spend some time gently running your lips over her soft skin but you can’t resist tasting her. Little kitten licks that slowly creep over until you’re nudging her robe aside and latching onto her nipple. She has gasps quietly, her hand cupping the back of your neck. 

You suck gently, continuing your kitten licks every now and then to hear her hum. You look up at her. Her head is tilted back against the couch. Her eyes are shut. A contented smile on her face. They eventually open to look down at you and her smile warms. She threads her fingers through your hair.

“Other one, baby.” She gently tugs at your hair, her other hand pushing the other side of the robe off her chest. You whine but listen. Letting go of her over stimulated nipple to latch onto the other one. 

The bliss lasts an eternity and your eyes begin to droop. Wands begins to hum quietly. The tune she always uses when she’s encouraging you to sleep. You drop fast after that. Your suckling showing to a stop, the stillness interrupted intermittently when you remember the nipple in your mouth. Wanda gently scratches at the nape of your neck until even that stops. You fall asleep, surrounded by your mommy and her love.

[wandaslittleweirdo]

Oh that hung smile…

[theblackparadeisdead]

i assume you are kind of a loser

Well man this is tumblr

[hugmeonce]

“oh god baby you stretch out my pussy so good” while a greedy femme is riding my strap and rolling her hips to make sure her pussy is as full as possible

[grilledcheeseandguavajelly]

Welcome back, Supreme 🤍🌕🪴✨

[newwavesylviaplath]

ryan murphy make cordelia goode and misty day lesbians in ahs season 13 and all your transgressions will be forgiven

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[speedlimit15]

grocery store mission barely accomplished took massive damage to the hull and all internal systems. shield repair could take days

[sheepandgoatt]

⧽ Mommy Wanda who prepares all your meals because she knows how hard eating is for you.

⧽ Mommy Wanda who gives you small praises throughout the day to quiet those mean thoughts. She needs you to see the version of yourself through her eyes and refuses to let starvation be your only value.

⧽ Mommy Wanda who teaches and guides you. She is your mommy after all.

⧽ Mommy Wanda who’s body you turn to when you’re tired of thinking about your own.

⧽ Mommy Wanda who stops you before eating too much. She told you it’s equally as bad as when you eat too little.

⧽ You don’t need to be the littlest version of yourself to be her little girl.

.

[ilovemarvel97]

Marked By You - Chapter 6

No Way Back

Wanda Maximoff x G!P Wolf Reader

Summary: It’s been a month since Wanda broke up with Vision. Things were going well until it wasn’t…

Words: 10k+

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Soulmate AU

Series Masterlist || Main Masterlist

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The days after Wanda broke up with Vision were… tense.

At first, the compound felt like it was holding its breath. Vision moved through the halls with his usual precision, but something colder sat beneath his calm now. He spoke little unless necessary, and when he did, his tone was clipped and professional.

Wanda kept her distance.

If they crossed paths, the silence between them was heavy enough that even the others noticed. Steve attempted to mediate once, but Wanda shut the conversation down gently.

“I’m not ready to talk about it,” she told him.

And Steve respected that.

Y/N Tries to Stay Away

For the first few days after the fight, Y/N tried to give Wanda space. She volunteered for missions, patrols, recon assignments—anything that kept her out of the compound for long stretches.

But the imprint didn’t care about her intentions.

No matter how long she stayed away, she could still feel Wanda. Not physically, not exactly, but the pull was constant—like gravity, like a compass needle that refused to point anywhere else.

She would find herself drifting toward Wanda’s floor of the compound without realizing it, pausing outside the hallway and turning back before she reached the door.

It was exhausting.

Nat noticed almost immediately.

“You’re pacing,” Nat said one evening in the training room.

Y/N blinked. “What?”

“You circle the same hallway three times a night,” Nat replied casually, stretching her shoulders. “Like a wolf guarding territory.”

Y/N didn’t answer.

Nat studied her for a moment.

“…Ah,” she said quietly.

Y/N’s jaw tightened. “Don’t.”

Nat raised both hands in surrender. “Didn’t say anything.”

Wanda Notices Too

Wanda noticed something was different.

Y/N wasn’t avoiding her—not really—but she kept a careful distance. When they were in the same room, Y/N was attentive without hovering, quiet without disappearing.

And yet Wanda always felt… watched.

Not in a threatening way.

More like a presence.

Like someone making sure she was safe without stepping into her space.

Once, Wanda woke up in the middle of the night and stepped into the hallway for water. Down at the far end, Y/N sat against the wall outside the stairwell, half asleep in wolf form.

Guarding.

When Y/N realized Wanda had seen her, she stood immediately and muttered something about “fresh air” before disappearing outside.

Wanda didn’t comment.

But she didn’t forget.

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The rest of the Avengers adjusted to the new dynamic slowly. Vision worked mostly with Steve and Tony on strategy and planning, while Y/N spent more time training with Nat, Bucky, and Sam. Wanda floated between both groups depending on the day.

No one said anything outright—but the fracture inside the team was obvious.

Only Nat occasionally poked at it.

One afternoon in the gym, she tossed Wanda a towel. “You know the big wolf practically orbits you, right?” Nat said casually.

Wanda frowned. “She doesn’t.”

Nat just hummed.

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Despite everything, Y/N still gravitated toward Wanda without realizing it. Not deliberately—just instinct. After a mission where Wanda pushed herself too hard, Y/N silently placed a protein bar and water beside her before walking away.

Another night, Wanda fell asleep reading on the couch. The compound had gone quiet hours ago, the lights in the common room dim, the television still playing some muted documentary no one had been watching. Wanda had curled into the corner of the couch with a book in her hands, intending to read a few pages before bed. She never made it past the third chapter.

Y/N noticed first. She had been sitting on the floor near the window, pretending to scroll through something on her phone while actually listening to the steady rhythm of Wanda’s breathing. The moment it deepened—slow and even—she glanced over.

Wanda was asleep.

The book had slipped halfway down her chest, fingers still loosely holding the edge of the page. A strand of hair had fallen across her face, rising and falling gently with each breath.

Y/N stared for a long moment, then sighed softly. “…You’re going to wreck your neck like that,” she murmured under her breath.

Carefully, she stood. The movement was quiet, deliberate. She approached the couch like she was stepping into fragile territory.

“Wanda,” Y/N said gently, nudging the book away.

No response.

Her eyes softened. “Alright,” she muttered.

With slow, careful movements, Y/N slid one arm beneath Wanda’s knees and the other around her back. She lifted her easily. Wanda stirred faintly but didn’t wake, her head instinctively settling against Y/N’s shoulder. The warmth of her breath brushed Y/N’s neck.

Y/N’s steps slowed for a fraction of a second. The imprint tugged hard in her chest.

Steady, she reminded herself.

She carried Wanda down the hallway, careful not to bump the doorframe as she nudged it open with her foot. The room was dim, the soft glow of the bedside lamp the only light. Y/N crossed the room and lowered her gently onto the mattress.

She was just about to pull her hands away—

When Wanda moved.

Her eyes opened halfway, hazy with sleep. Before Y/N could step back, Wanda’s hands lifted and curled loosely around the back of Y/N’s neck, stopping her from pulling away.

“Stay,” Wanda murmured sleepily.

Y/N froze. Her breath caught.

“Wanda…” she said quietly, unsure.

Wanda blinked a few times, waking a little more. Her hands were still resting behind Y/N’s neck, fingers loosely threaded in the short hair there.

“You’re leaving again,” Wanda said softly.

Y/N hesitated. “…You were asleep.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Wanda studied her face now, more awake, the sleep fading slowly from her expression. There was something searching in her gaze.

“Why are you being distant?” she asked quietly.

The question hit harder than Y/N expected. Her shoulders tensed slightly.

“I’m not.”

“You are,” Wanda replied gently. “You don’t sit next to me anymore. You leave rooms early. You keep volunteering for missions.”

Y/N swallowed. Her eyes dropped briefly to the mattress beside Wanda before lifting again.

“…Because it feels like it’s my fault,” she admitted.

Wanda frowned slightly. “What is?”

“You and Vision,” Y/N said, voice quieter now. “Breaking up.”

The words hung heavy between them.

Wanda stared at her for a moment. “Y/N,” she said softly.

“You don’t have to pretend,” Y/N continued quickly. “I know I made things complicated. I kept showing up, sleeping outside your door, being around all the time—”

“Hey,” Wanda interrupted gently.

Her hands tightened slightly behind Y/N’s neck, keeping her from pulling away.

“I already told you,” Wanda said, her voice steady despite the softness of it. “You were not the reason.”

Y/N shook her head faintly. “It didn’t help.”

“Maybe not,” Wanda admitted. “But the decision was mine.”

Her thumb brushed lightly against the back of Y/N’s neck without her realizing it.

“I didn’t break up with him because of you,” Wanda continued. “I broke up with him because he didn’t trust me.”

Y/N held her gaze, conflicted.

Wanda sighed softly. “You listen to me,” she added. “You respect my boundaries. When I ask you to stop, you stop.” Her eyes softened. “That matters.”

Y/N’s chest tightened.

For a moment neither of them moved.

Then Wanda shifted slightly on the bed, still holding Y/N loosely. “You’re not allowed to disappear because you think you ruined my life,” she added quietly.

A faint, surprised huff escaped Y/N. “…I wasn’t planning on disappearing.”

“Good.”

Wanda’s lips curved faintly, though her eyes remained serious. “Because I’d notice.”

The imprint in Y/N’s chest twisted painfully at that.

She exhaled slowly. “…Okay.”

Wanda’s hands finally loosened around her neck, but neither of them moved away immediately. The room was quiet—comfortable, complicated.

Wanda studied Y/N for another second, her hands still loosely resting at the back of her neck. Then a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

“…Now come on,” she said softly.

Y/N blinked. “What?”

Wanda’s smile widened just a little. “You know.”

Y/N hesitated.

Then she understood.

A quiet breath left her as she stepped back from the bed. The shift came easily—bones stretching, muscles reshaping, heat rippling through her body in a familiar wave. In seconds, the massive wolf stood where she had been, fur catching the warm light of the bedside lamp.

Wanda’s face lit up immediately. “There you are,” she murmured.

She reached forward without hesitation, both hands sinking into the thick fur around Y/N’s head. Her fingers ruffled through it affectionately, scratching behind one ear before sliding down along the side of her neck.

“That’s my little wolf.”

The words were soft. Fond.

And they hit Y/N like a lightning strike.

Her heart skipped so hard it nearly made her dizzy. Overwhelmed by the warmth in Wanda’s voice, Y/N leaned forward and—without thinking—licked Wanda’s cheek.

A full, unapologetic wolf lick.

Wanda squeaked.

Then she burst into laughter.

“Oh my—!” she gasped, wiping at her cheek while Y/N pulled back slightly, ears flattening in immediate embarrassment.

Wanda shook her head, still giggling, and wrapped her arms around Y/N’s massive neck, burying her face briefly into the thick fur. “You’re unbelievable,” she murmured, voice warm with amusement.

Y/N huffed quietly, clearly apologetic.

After a moment, Wanda pulled back just enough to look at her properly. Her smile softened, something more serious settling into her eyes.

“Hey,” she said gently.

Y/N’s ears twitched forward.

Wanda’s fingers slid back into the fur at the base of her neck, steady and grounding.

“Don’t do that again.”

Y/N tilted her head slightly.

Wanda sighed softly. “Don’t pull away like that,” she clarified. “Don’t distance yourself because you think you’re the reason things ended with Vision.”

Her thumb brushed slowly through the thick fur.

“I meant what I said earlier,” Wanda continued quietly. “You didn’t cause that.”

Y/N let out a soft huff, acknowledging her words even if the guilt hadn’t fully left.

Wanda smiled again, softer now. “Good,” she murmured.

Then, without overthinking it, she leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Y/N’s muzzle.

Y/N froze instantly.

Golden eyes widened, heart hammering in her chest as if it might burst.

Wanda didn’t seem to realize the effect she’d just had. She simply settled back into her pillows with a small, content sigh, one hand still resting in Y/N’s fur.

“Goodnight, my little wolf,” she murmured sleepily.

And Y/N stayed right there beside the bed long after Wanda drifted off again—heart still racing from a single, innocent kiss.

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Morning came slowly to the compound.

Soft sunlight spilled through the tall windows of the living area, catching dust motes in the air and warming the polished floor. The kitchen was already alive with quiet morning sounds—coffee brewing, a pan sizzling faintly on the stove. Steve sat at the table reading through a tablet, glasses low on his nose. Bucky leaned against the counter with a mug in hand, while Sam rummaged through the fridge like it had personally offended him.

Nat noticed the footsteps first and looked up just as Wanda appeared at the top of the stairs.

Wanda looked… better. Still a little sleepy, hair loose around her shoulders, but the tight tension that had clung to her the past few weeks had softened.

And right behind her—Y/N.

In human form this time, hands shoved awkwardly into the pockets of her sweatpants, trying very hard to look like she wasn’t instinctively staying half a step behind Wanda.

Nat’s brow lifted slightly.

Well.

That answered a few questions.

“Morning,” Wanda said as she stepped into the room.

“Morning,” Steve replied, glancing up.

Sam leaned around the fridge door. “Hey, sleeping beauty—”

He stopped mid-sentence.

Because Vision had just walked into the room.

The android froze the moment he saw them: Wanda standing in front, Y/N just behind her, close enough that it was obvious they had come down together. Something flickered across Vision’s face—too fast for most people to catch.

But Y/N saw it.

And Nat definitely did.

Vision’s gaze moved slowly from Wanda… to Y/N.

Then back again.

The silence stretched.

“Good morning,” Vision said finally. His voice was calm.

Too calm.

“Morning,” Wanda replied, equally neutral as she moved toward the coffee maker.

Y/N followed automatically—until she realized what she was doing and stopped a few steps away instead. The habit caught up with her too late. She froze mid-step, shoulders tightening as she forced herself to stay where she was. Old instincts tugged at her chest, urging her to stay close, but she clenched her jaw and held her ground.

Space. Give her space.

She started to step back—

But Wanda turned.

Before Y/N could retreat, Wanda reached out and took her hand. The contact was warm and natural, like it wasn’t something she’d even thought twice about. Wanda gave a small tug, pulling Y/N forward toward the kitchen.

“Come on,” she said casually.

Y/N blinked, caught off guard, but allowed herself to be pulled along.

Behind them, Sam’s head slowly emerged from inside the refrigerator again.

Wanda didn’t seem to notice the room watching. She guided Y/N up to the counter, finally letting go of her hand only once they reached the kitchen island.

“What do you want to eat?” Wanda asked, glancing toward the cabinets.

Y/N stared at her for half a second like she’d just been asked a trick question.

“…Food?” she offered.

Nat snorted from the table.

Wanda rolled her eyes faintly but smiled anyway, opening the fridge. “Very helpful.” She pulled out a carton of eggs and a container of fruit. “Do you want eggs?” she asked over her shoulder.

Y/N nodded once. “Yeah.”

“Scrambled or fried?”

“…Yes.”

Bucky huffed into his coffee.

Wanda turned to look at Y/N, one eyebrow lifting. “You are absolutely useless in the morning.”

Y/N rubbed the back of her neck, slightly embarrassed. “I didn’t know there would be a quiz.”

Wanda shook her head with a quiet laugh and started cooking anyway.

Across the room, Steve tried very hard to pretend he wasn’t witnessing the entire exchange. Nat leaned back in her chair, watching with open amusement.

And down the hallway—

A door shut harder than necessary.

Y/N’s ears metaphorically twitched at the sound, but when she glanced toward the hall, Wanda simply slid a plate in front of her.

“Eat,” Wanda said.

Y/N looked down at the food, then back at Wanda.

“…Thanks.”

Wanda shrugged lightly, leaning against the counter beside her.

“No problem.”

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One Month Later

The Quinjet hummed steadily as it cut through the night sky, city lights far below reduced to scattered constellations.

Inside, the mood was focused—quiet but alert.

Steve stood near the center console, holographic blueprints projected in front of him. The warehouse district flickered in midair—loading docks, entry points, security grids.

“This is a retrieval,” Steve reminded them, voice calm but firm. “Same group as last month. They kept a backup copy of the intel. We go in, secure the data drive, and get out. No unnecessary engagement.”

Nat leaned against the wall, cleaning a pistol with absent efficiency. “Perimeter cameras show light rotation. Eight to ten guards. Mostly small arms.”

“Copy’s supposedly in the lower archive room,” Bucky added from his seat, metal arm resting against his knee. “Concrete walls. One main stairwell. Two emergency exits.”

Wanda stood beside Y/N, arms crossed as she studied the hologram, faint red energy flickering lazily at her fingertips while tracing a possible entry route. Y/N sat on the floor near the ramp with her back against the wall, one knee raised, eyes closed—not asleep. Listening.

Wanda glanced down at her briefly, almost unconsciously checking on her.

Steve noticed. “Y/N.”

Her eyes opened immediately.

“You good?”

She nodded once. “Yeah.”

The Quinjet began its descent.

Landing gear lowered with a mechanical whine as the abandoned industrial zone came into view—dark buildings, rusted fencing, empty lots. The jet touched down two blocks from the target and the ramp lowered slowly, cold night air rushing inside.

Immediately something felt wrong.

Nat’s posture shifted first. She didn’t move forward, simply scanning the empty street.

“…Too quiet.”

Bucky stepped down beside her, metal hand flexing once. “Yeah. No patrol movement.”

Steve frowned. “Thermal?”

“Minimal,” Nat replied. “Which doesn’t match what we saw an hour ago.”

Wanda stepped down next, Y/N following close behind. The second Y/N’s boots hit the pavement, her expression changed. She inhaled deeply. The air tasted wrong. Heavy. Metallic. Her head tilted slightly as she focused, filtering past wind, distant traffic, and the low electrical hum of streetlights. Then her eyes opened.

“There’s more,” she said quietly.

Steve looked at her. “More what?”

Y/N’s gaze sharpened toward the warehouse. “Heartbeats.”

Wanda stilled beside her.

“How many?” Bucky asked.

Y/N focused harder. “…At least thirty.” Silence settled over the team.

Nat swore under her breath. “We were told ten.”

“They’re not moving much,” Y/N added. “Spread out. Elevated positions too.”

Steve’s jaw set. “Ambush.”

Wanda’s red glow brightened faintly as she stepped a little closer to Y/N without thinking.

Steve made the call quickly. “We don’t abort yet. Move slow. Tight formation. Nat, left flank. Bucky right.”

His gaze shifted. “Wanda, stay with Y/N.”

Neither of them argued.

They advanced toward the warehouse, boots silent against cracked pavement. Every shadow felt heavier. Every window darker.

Halfway to the entrance, Y/N stopped.

Her nose lifted again. Her eyes widened.

“…They know we’re here.”

Right on cue—The warehouse lights snapped on. Gunfire erupted from the rooftops. The first bullets hit the pavement before the echo of the gunfire finished bouncing off the buildings.

“MOVE!” Steve barked.

They scattered in practiced formation.

Nat rolled behind a rusted delivery truck, returning fire in sharp, controlled bursts. Bucky spun right, metal arm snapping up to catch a bullet mid-air before he hurled it back toward a sniper nest. Concrete exploded a heartbeat later.

Wanda lifted her hands, scarlet energy flaring outward into a defensive shield as rounds ricocheted harmlessly off the barrier.

Y/N didn’t shift. Not yet. She sprinted forward low, weaving between debris, dodging incoming fire with almost unnatural timing. A gunman dropped from a fire escape ahead of her—she closed the distance in three strides, driving her elbow into his throat before sweeping his legs out from under him. He hit the ground hard. She didn’t slow.

“Rooftop—two more!” she called, already pivoting.

Bucky’s rifle barked. One dropped.

The second threw a flash grenade.

“Down!” Nat shouted.

Y/N reacted instantly. She grabbed Wanda by the arm and yanked her behind a concrete barrier just as the grenade detonated. White light swallowed the alley, ears ringing.

But they didn’t lose formation.

Steve charged straight through the smoke, shield slamming into a cluster of armed men rushing from the warehouse entrance. He moved like a battering ram—precise, controlled, overwhelming.

“We push inside!” he ordered. “Open space out here favors them!”

It made sense.

Too many elevated positions. Too many angles.

They advanced toward the warehouse doors under covering fire. Y/N ducked under a baton swing and drove her knee into the attacker’s ribs. Another came from her blind spot—she twisted, catching his wrist and slamming him face-first into a steel container.

Her senses screamed.

More movement. More heartbeats.

“They’re repositioning!” she shouted. “They’re funneling us!”

“Inside!” Nat snapped. “Now!”

They breached the warehouse doors together. The moment they crossed the threshold—The gunfire stopped. Silence swallowed the space. The interior was cavernous: stacked crates, overhead catwalks, dim industrial lights flickering weakly across concrete floors. Too still.

Wanda’s gaze swept the rafters. “I don’t like this.”

“Keep moving,” Steve said, advancing cautiously.

They moved deeper inside.

Then—Metal shutters slammed down behind them with a thunderous crash.

“Trap!” Bucky shouted.

Overhead lights flared blindingly bright. Figures emerged from behind crates, from catwalks, from hidden doorways.

Not ten.

Not thirty.

More. 

Heavily armed. Organized. A voice crackled over the loudspeakers.

“Avengers. Thank you for entering the containment zone.”

Y/N’s stomach dropped. This wasn’t random. This was designed.

“They wanted us inside,” Nat muttered.

Gunfire erupted again—this time from every direction. Wanda threw up a shield, scarlet energy flaring outward as bullets hammered against it in rapid succession. The impacts vibrated through her arms, forcing her to brace her stance as the pressure mounted.

“Move!” Steve shouted. “Stairs—north side! Roof access!”

Y/N didn’t hesitate. She darted forward, cutting through the line of attackers with controlled brutality—disarming one, dropping another with a crushing elbow before pivoting to intercept a third. She moved like a blade: precise, efficient, no wasted motion.

But for every body that dropped, two more stepped into place.

“They’re rotating squads!” she called. “This is organized!”

Nat picked off a sniper on the catwalk while Bucky laid down suppressive fire. Steve smashed through a barricade, carving a path toward the metal staircase leading upward.

They made it halfway across the loading bay when—

A mechanical click echoed beneath their boots.

Y/N’s head snapped downward.

“Don’t—”

The floor gave way.

A rectangular section of reinforced steel dropped open beneath Bucky’s feet.

“Barnes!” Steve shouted.

Bucky fell.

Wanda reacted instantly. Scarlet energy snapped around his torso mid-air, halting his descent inches above the darkness. He slammed against the side of the shaft, teeth gritting as he tried to find purchase.

“I’ve got you!” Wanda strained, pulling him upward—

Then another click. Y/N’s stomach dropped. The floor beneath her shifted. She barely had time to look up before the metal panel under her boots split apart. She fell.

“Y/N!” Wanda screamed. Without thinking—without hesitation—Wanda released Bucky.

Nat lunged forward, catching Bucky’s arm just as Wanda launched herself into the open shaft.

“WANDA!” Steve roared. But it was too late.

Both of them vanished into the darkness below. The trapdoor snapped shut again with a brutal clang. Silence swallowed the loading bay for half a heartbeat. Then the gunfire resumed.

Steve turned, fury flashing across his face. “We regroup! NOW!”

But beneath the warehouse—Wanda fell through blackness.

And far below—Y/N hit the ground hard.

Wanda’s scream echoed through the shaft as she dropped into pure darkness. Instinct kicked in. Scarlet energy flared around her body, slowing her descent—but the fall had already disoriented her. The shaft was tight, metallic, the air thick with dust.

She couldn’t see.

“Y/N!” she shouted into the void.

No answer.

Her boots hovered inches above what she thought might be the floor—

Then something collided with her.

Strong arms wrapped around her waist midair. A solid body braced beneath her.

They hit the ground together, but not violently—Y/N absorbing the impact and rolling so Wanda landed against her chest instead of concrete.

The air left Y/N’s lungs in a rough exhale.

Wanda gasped, gripping the front of her shirt. “Y/N?”

“I’ve got you,” Y/N said breathlessly in the dark.

For a split second, Wanda didn’t care where they were.

She clutched tighter.

Then reality rushed back in.

Above them the trapdoor had sealed completely. No light. No sound from the battle anymore. Just the faint hum of distant machinery.

Y/N shifted beneath her, rising carefully while keeping one arm around Wanda’s waist.

“You okay?” she asked quietly.

Wanda nodded before realizing Y/N probably couldn’t see it. “Yeah. You?”

“Fine.”

A lie.

Wanda heard the strain in her breathing, but there was no time to argue. Scarlet light bloomed faintly in her palm, illuminating the space around them.

They stood in a long, narrow corridor—reinforced concrete walls, industrial piping running along the ceiling. No visible exits except the shaft above.

Which was now sealed.

Y/N scanned quickly. “That wasn’t random.”

“No,” Wanda whispered. “It wasn’t.”

The floor beneath them vibrated faintly. A distant clang echoed down the corridor. Wanda’s light brightened instinctively, shadows stretching along the concrete.

Y/N’s head tilted slightly—not toward the sound, but toward the glow.

“Turn it off,” she said quietly.

Wanda blinked. “What? We can’t see.”

“I can.”

Something in Y/N’s voice had changed—lower, steadier. Focused.

Wanda looked at her properly. In the dim red glow, Y/N’s eyes weren’t Y/E/C anymore. They were gold. Bright. Reflective.

Wanda’s breath caught. “Oh.”

Y/N gave a small nod. “They’ll see you before you see them if you keep that on.”

Another metallic clang echoed, closer now. Wanda swallowed and let the light fade. Darkness swallowed them whole.

For half a second panic surged—her human eyes useless in the pitch black. Then Y/N’s hand found hers. “I’ve got you,” she murmured again. And this time, Wanda believed it.

Metal boots scraped somewhere down the corridor.

“They’re coming from both ends,” Y/N said quietly. “About twelve. Maybe more behind them.”

“How do you—”

“I can hear their gear shifting. Heartbeats.”

Wanda’s pulse jumped at that.

Y/N exhaled once.

“Hold on.”

The shift wasn’t explosive this time. It was controlled—bone reshaping, fabric tearing softly as her body expanded into muscle and fur.

In seconds the massive wolf stood where Y/N had been.

The corridor suddenly felt too small.

Golden eyes glowed in the darkness like twin embers.

Wanda felt rather than saw the transformation—bones shifting, fabric tearing, the corridor filling with the sheer presence of something ancient and powerful.

On, Y/N thought loudly.

Wanda didn’t argue.

She climbed onto Y/N’s back in one smooth motion, fingers tangling into the thick fur at the base of her neck. The wolf adjusted instantly, lowering slightly to steady her before rising again, powerful muscles coiling beneath Wanda like restrained thunder.

Y/N’s tail flicked once—a grounding gesture.

Hold tight.

Then she moved. Not reckless. Not wild.

Precise.

Her paws struck the concrete silently despite her size, claws finding grip where human boots would slip. She chose the darker end of the corridor—the direction with fewer heartbeats.

Gunfire erupted behind them as someone caught the faint outline of movement. Bullets sparked against metal piping.

Wanda instinctively raised a small shield behind them, just enough to deflect the nearest rounds without lighting up the corridor.

Left in six steps, Y/N thought sharply.

Wanda trusted her.

At the sixth stride Y/N veered left into a narrower passage just as armed men flooded into the corridor they’d abandoned. The wolf accelerated. Air rushed past Wanda’s face as Y/N moved faster than seemed possible in such tight quarters.

A soldier stepped into view ahead.

Y/N didn’t slow. She leapt.

The impact was brutal and efficient. The soldier slammed into the wall and dropped unconscious before he could cry out.

More ahead, Y/N warned.

Wanda closed her eyes briefly, reaching outward with her mind instead of her sight. She let her awareness stretch past the darkness and concrete, brushing against the sharp edges of foreign thoughts—fear, adrenaline, clipped orders over comms.

“They’re trying to herd us,” Wanda said—but the words weren’t spoken.

They echoed directly inside Y/N’s mind.

Y/N stumbled for half a stride, startled.

You’re in my head.

Only a little, Wanda replied, focused. Left corridor is blocked. They’re funneling us toward something bigger.

Y/N’s ears flattened as she ran.

Like a containment room.

Another cluster of heartbeats pulsed ahead—tight, waiting.

“Don’t go straight,” Wanda murmured aloud this time, tightening her grip in the fur at Y/N’s neck. “There’s something at the end.” Gunfire erupted again behind them, closer now.

Y/N made a split-second decision. She accelerated—not toward the corridor, but straight at the wall.

Wanda barely had time to react.

Y/N lowered her shoulder and slammed into the concrete. The wall cracked.

Again.

Concrete splintered under the third impact. They burst through into an adjacent chamber, dust exploding into the air behind them. Shouts echoed from the corridor they’d abandoned.

They didn’t expect that, Y/N thought grimly.

Wanda flashed a brief pulse of scarlet light across the room—quick, controlled.

Industrial generators. Maintenance ducts. No guards.

For now.

“They’re redirecting,” Wanda warned, feeling confusion ripple through nearby minds as it shifted into pursuit.

Y/N’s breathing had deepened, but remained steady.

Which way?

Wanda reached out again, brushing against thoughts more carefully this time.

“There’s an external access hatch two levels up. Fewer minds that way.”

Y/N didn’t question it.

She found a vertical maintenance shaft and leapt, claws digging into metal rungs as she climbed with Wanda still on her back.

Below them, boots thundered into the broken chamber. Spotlights cut through the dust. Orders were shouted.

“They’re sealing exits!” Wanda warned.

Then we don’t use doors.

Y/N reached the next level and barreled forward, ignoring the corridors entirely. She smashed through a ventilation barrier instead.

Cold night air hit them seconds later. They burst out onto the side of the warehouse structure—Into open space.

Searchlights snapped on instantly, blinding white beams sweeping across the rooftop before locking onto them. “There!” someone shouted from below.

Gunfire followed.

Y/N lunged forward across the rooftop without hesitation, claws scraping gravel and metal as bullets sparked around them. Wanda clung tighter, one arm buried in thick fur while the other rose instinctively.

Scarlet energy flared outward in controlled bursts—not attacking blindly but deflecting, redirecting. A line of incoming rounds twisted midair and scattered harmlessly off course.

“Helicopter, three o’clock!” Wanda warned.

Rotors thundered overhead as a mounted gun pivoted downward.

Y/N veered sharply left just as a spray of heavy rounds tore through the rooftop where they’d been. Concrete exploded behind them.

Wanda reached for the comm in her ear. “Steve! Status?”

Static.

“Steve, do you copy?”

Nothing.

Her chest tightened.

“Nat?” she tried.

A beat passed.

Then—

“Go,” Nat’s voice crackled through the comm, breathless but steady. “They’re focused on you two. Don’t double back. We’ll find our own exit.”

“What about Steve?” Wanda demanded.

“Barnes has him. We’re moving. Just go!”

The line cut out.

Wanda swallowed. “They’re clear,” she told Y/N quickly. “Nat says run.”

Y/N didn’t need to be told twice.

She sprinted.

The rooftop ended abruptly in a wide gap between buildings. Three stories below, armed men swarmed the street.

Y/N gathered herself.

Hold tight.

She leapt.

For a massive creature carrying another person, the jump was impossibly graceful. They cleared the gap, landed hard on the opposite rooftop—and didn’t slow.

More gunfire. More shouting.

A second helicopter dipped lower, its spotlight tracking them like prey.

“They’re herding us toward the river,” Wanda realized, sensing the shifting movements below.

Good, Y/N replied.

Wanda blinked. “Good?”

Open space. Fewer walls. I can run faster.

Y/N reached the edge of the final building and jumped again—this time dropping straight to street level. They landed in an alley, concrete cracking beneath the impact.

Sirens wailed somewhere in the distance while searchlights swept overhead.

“Left!” Wanda called, sensing a thinner patrol grid.

Y/N pivoted instantly and accelerated—faster, faster, her paws barely touching the ground. Gunfire faded behind them as helicopters struggled to track their path between buildings.

Moments later Y/N burst out of the industrial district and into the trees lining the riverbank. Darkness swallowed them.

The rotors overhead faltered. Searchlights lost lock.

Branches whipped past as Y/N plunged deeper into the forest without slowing. She didn’t follow trails or clear paths—cutting through dense brush, leaping fallen logs, splashing through shallow water to break scent and sound. Every few minutes she changed direction sharply.

Behind them the helicopters circled once. Twice. Then drifted farther away.

Wanda kept one hand threaded in thick fur while the other hovered low with faint scarlet light—just enough to sense approaching minds. Nothing close. Only distant confusion.

Y/N ran another mile. Then another. Only when her lungs began to burn did she slow to a fast trot. Then finally— She stopped.

The forest was deep here. Thick canopy overhead. No city glow. No engine noise. Just wind moving through leaves and the distant rush of water. Y/N stood perfectly still, ears flicking, head tilting as she listened in every direction. Heartbeats. None but Wanda’s and her own.

After a long moment her thoughts came quieter.

I think we lost them.

She turned her massive head carefully to glance back at Wanda on her back.

Are you okay?

Wanda’s fingers were still gripping fur, but her breathing had steadied. Adrenaline hummed in her veins, though the panic had faded.

“I’m okay,” she said softly. “You?”

A short pause.

Fine.

Another lie—but smaller this time. Y/N lowered herself slightly so Wanda could slide off. Wanda did, boots touching damp earth. The forest felt enormous. And very, very empty.

Y/N shifted her weight, scanning the trees again.

We shouldn’t stay in one place too long.

Wanda nodded. “Agreed.”

Y/N’s focus sharpened.

We find shelter. Something covered. High ground if possible.

She started forward at a slower pace, weaving through the trees but still alert.

Wanda walked close beside her, occasionally brushing her hand against the thick fur at Y/N’s side—like she needed the reassurance that she was real.

Behind them, the city lights were gone. The team was gone. The compound was gone. It was just them. The forest. And whatever this ambush had truly meant.

They moved deeper into the forest. The darkness here was different from the city’s—alive, layered. Every rustle sounded louder, every shadow closer. Wanda kept glancing over her shoulder, nerves still humming from the chase.

Y/N noticed. She slowed, then lowered herself without a word.

Up, she thought gently.

Wanda hesitated for half a second before climbing onto her back. The warmth of thick fur under her palms steadied her instantly. “Thank you,” she murmured.

Y/N huffed softly and resumed moving. They climbed gradually into rougher terrain, trees thinning as rocky outcroppings appeared. The air grew colder. After another careful stretch, Y/N stopped. A cave entrance opened between two jagged rocks—partially hidden by brush, angled upward so rain wouldn’t collect. She approached cautiously, sniffing the air.

Empty.

Old animal scent, nothing recent.

This works.

She stepped inside. The cave wasn’t deep, but it was sheltered from the wind and dry, the ground mostly stone with patches of packed dirt.

Y/N lowered herself so Wanda could slide off. Wanda stepped down carefully, arms wrapping around herself as the chill finally caught up now that the adrenaline had faded. The cave was cold.

Y/N stepped back toward the entrance and shifted. Bones compressed, fur receded, and the air shimmered around her. Seconds later she stood in human form, barefoot on the cold stone. Her boots had torn apart during the earlier transformation, and her clothes were stretched and ripped at the seams—still covering her, but barely. She didn’t seem to notice.

“I’m going to look for branches,” Y/N said quietly. “And food if I can find it.”

Wanda frowned. “You don’t have shoes.”

“I’ll be fine.”

It wasn’t bravado. Even now her skin radiated faint warmth, the cold barely touching her.

Y/N glanced toward the dark forest outside, assessing. “You stay here,” she added. “Don’t use your powers unless you have to. They might still be scanning.”

Wanda nodded slowly.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then stepped closer and brushed her fingers lightly against Wanda’s arm. “You’re safe here,” she said.

Then she turned and disappeared back into the forest—barefoot and silent despite the rocky ground.

Wanda stood alone in the cave. The silence pressed in. For the first time since the fall through the trapdoor, reality settled fully.

They were cut off.

No compound.

No team.

No idea what had just happened.

Just forest, cold air, and the distant sound of wind through the trees.

She wrapped her arms around herself and waited.

---

The cave grew colder as the night deepened. Wanda tried to keep moving—pacing a little, rubbing her hands together—but the stone floor leached warmth from her bones. Without adrenaline to keep her warm, the chill settled in fully. Her teeth were starting to chatter when she finally heard it: footsteps. Soft. Controlled. Familiar.

Y/N stepped into the cave entrance in her human form, barefoot but steady despite the rough terrain. A thick fallen log rested across one shoulder; tucked into the torn fold of her shirt were gathered wild fruits, and in her free hand she carried a freshly hunted rabbit. The moment her eyes landed on Wanda, she froze.

Wanda was shivering.

Y/N dropped everything immediately. The log hit the ground with a heavy thud. Fruits rolled across the stone. The rabbit landed beside them.

“You’re freezing,” Y/N said, crossing the cave in two quick strides.

“I’m fine,” Wanda tried—but her voice shook.

Y/N didn’t argue. She knelt and moved quickly, snapping the log into smaller pieces with efficient strength and stacking them in the center of the cave. The thinner branches she’d collected were arranged underneath. No lighter. No matches.

She looked at Wanda. “Just a spark,” she said softly.

Wanda crouched beside her and extended her fingers, keeping the glow small. A thin thread of scarlet brushed the dry bark. It caught immediately. Flames licked upward.

Y/N fed the kindling gradually until the fire took hold, warm orange light filling the cave and pushing back the darkness and cold. Without thinking, she shifted closer. “Here,” she murmured.

Y/N sat behind Wanda and gently pulled her back against her chest, wrapping her arms loosely around her shoulders—not trapping her, just anchoring. Her body was warm, almost unnaturally so. The difference was immediate.

Wanda sighed softly as heat seeped back into her skin.

“I told you I’d be fine,” Y/N said quietly, a faint edge of self-reproach in her voice.

Wanda leaned back into her without hesitation. “I wasn’t doubting that.”

The fire crackled softly between them. For a while neither spoke. Eventually Y/N reached for the rabbit and began preparing it with quiet efficiency, movements careful and practiced.

Wanda watched the flames.

Slowly, the shaking stopped.

---

The fire grew steadier, casting flickering gold across the cave walls. Y/N worked in silence, skin glowing warm in the firelight as she cleaned and dressed the rabbit with practiced movements. The urgency of battle had faded; only quiet focus remained.

Wanda leaned back against her, still wrapped in Y/N’s arms. She hadn’t realized how much she needed the contact until she had it again. The cave smelled of smoke, earth, and something grounding.

After a few minutes Y/N skewered the meat onto a sharpened branch and held it over the flames. “You should eat,” she said softly. “You burned a lot of energy tonight.”

Wanda hummed in acknowledgment but didn’t move away.

“Are you hurt?” she asked after a moment.

Y/N hesitated. “Just tired.”

Wanda tilted her head slightly. “That wasn’t my question.”

A pause.

Then, quieter: “I’m fine.”

Wanda didn’t push. Instead she shifted slightly, resting one hand over Y/N’s forearm where it wrapped around her.

“I’m glad you caught me,” she said softly.

Y/N’s grip tightened just a fraction. “I wasn’t going to let you fall.”

The rabbit began to cook, its scent slowly filling the cave. Wanda watched the flames for a moment before speaking again.

“They knew,” she murmured. “About the backup intel. About us coming.”

Y/N nodded against her hair. “Yeah.”

“They wanted us separated.”

“Yeah.”

The weight of that settled between them. This hadn’t been random. It had been surgical. And it had worked.

Wanda swallowed. “Do you think Steve and Nat are okay?”

Y/N’s jaw tightened slightly. “They’re not easy to kill.”

Not reassurance. Just truth.

The fire crackled as wind shifted outside the cave. For the first time since the fight, the quiet didn’t feel tense. It felt… isolated.

Wanda finally leaned forward enough to glance back at her. “Thank you,” she said softly.

“For what?”

“For not leaving me.”

Y/N blinked once, almost confused by the idea. “I wouldn’t,” she said.

And she meant it the way gravity meant falling.

Firelight danced in her golden-brown eyes.

And for now—

That was enough.

---

The fire burned down to a steady glow by the time they finished eating. Wanda had insisted Y/N take more than half the rabbit. Y/N had pretended to argue but ate it anyway. The fruits were divided quietly between them—simple, grounding.

For a few minutes afterward they sat shoulder to shoulder, listening to the forest breathe. Y/N’s posture hadn’t relaxed once. Her head tilted subtly now and then, listening, mapping the night, measuring distance between sounds.

Finally she spoke.

“We should sleep.”

Wanda glanced at her. “You can rest first. I’ll stay on guard.”

Y/N shook her head immediately. “No.”

“Y/N—”

“It’s okay,” she interrupted gently. “We can both sleep.”

Wanda frowned. “What if someone finds us?”

“If something gets within half a mile, I’ll hear it,” Y/N said calmly. “If it gets closer than that, I’ll smell it. And if it steps within a hundred meters…” She tilted her head faintly, almost playful. “It won’t get that far.”

Wanda studied her face. “You’re sure?”

Y/N nodded once. “Wolf instincts.”

No arrogance—just certainty.

After a quiet beat, Y/N stood and stepped away from the fading firelight. She shifted. The transformation flowed smoothly—bones lengthening, shoulders broadening, fur cascading outward until her massive wolf form filled nearly half the cave. Golden eyes flickered in the dim light as she lowered herself near the warmest part of the cave wall.

Her thoughts brushed gently against Wanda’s mind.

Come here.

Wanda’s lips curved. She stood and walked over without hesitation.

Y/N shifted slightly to make room, curling her body into a protective crescent. Thick fur brushed Wanda’s legs.

You’ll stay warm, Y/N thought quietly. I run hot.

Wanda knelt and lay down carefully, settling into the space between Y/N’s chest and belly. The fur was impossibly soft and warm, the steady rise and fall of breath beneath her cheek grounding in a way she hadn’t expected.

Y/N’s tail wrapped loosely over her legs—not trapping, just covering.

Wanda sighed softly as tension eased from her muscles. “This is… nice,” she murmured.

Y/N huffed faintly, one ear flicking toward the forest outside.

After a moment Wanda felt something else—a low vibration beneath her ear. Not quite a purr, but close. Her hand slid into the thick fur instinctively.

“You’re doing that again,” she whispered sleepily.

The vibration faltered for a second. Then resumed.

Wanda smiled.

The cave grew quieter. The forest breathed.

And for the first time since the ambush—

They both closed their eyes.

---

Next Morning

Morning came slowly.

Not with sunlight—very little reached the cave—but with a subtle shift in the air. The forest changed tone at dawn. Birds tested their voices. The wind softened.

Wanda stirred first.

She was warm. Very warm.

Her cheek pressed into thick fur, fingers tangled in it, her legs tucked beneath something heavy and protective. For a moment she didn’t remember where she was.

Then the night returned in fragments.

Warehouse.

Trapdoor.

Running.

Firelight.

Cave.

She blinked her eyes open.

Golden eyes were already watching her.

Y/N was awake—completely awake. Her head was slightly lifted, ears angled toward the cave entrance, body still curled around Wanda like it had been all night.

“You didn’t sleep,” Wanda murmured, voice thick with sleep.

A soft huff answered her.

I did, Y/N thought gently. Lightly.

Wanda shifted onto one elbow. The fire had burned down to ash. The air was cold again—but manageable with Y/N’s steady warmth.

“How long have you been up?”

Since the birds started.

Wanda smiled faintly. “That’s not a real time.”

Y/N’s tail flicked once in mild amusement.

Nothing came close, she added. Closest movement was a deer about four hundred meters east. Wind shifted after that.

Of course she knew the direction.

Wanda studied her for another moment. Even in wolf form the tension was visible—the alert shoulders, the constant listening.

“You’re still listening.”

Always.

Wanda reached up and scratched gently behind her ear.

“You can relax a little.”

Y/N leaned into the touch before catching herself.

I am relaxed.

Wanda raised an eyebrow.

The wolf blinked slowly.

Then, after a beat:

Mostly.

Wanda laughed softly, the sound echoing faintly off the cave walls.

For a moment they simply looked at each other in the dim light.

No helicopters.

No gunfire.

No shouting.

Just morning.

Wanda’s expression slowly shifted.

“We need to figure out what happened.”

Y/N’s ears twitched. Yeah.

“And we need to reach the others.”

A pause.

Okay.

Wanda pushed herself up, brushing leaves and stray fur from her clothes. Cool morning air crept through the cave entrance.

Y/N shifted back to human form, the change fluid and quiet. She rolled her shoulders once, bare feet settling on the cold stone without complaint.

“We shouldn’t use standard comms,” Wanda said, thinking aloud. “If they trapped us that deliberately, they’re probably monitoring known frequencies.”

Y/N nodded. “Safe house?”

Wanda hesitated. “…No.”

Y/N frowned slightly.

“If they planned that ambush, they’ve probably mapped every Avengers-associated property within a hundred miles—safe houses, supply caches, known routes.”

Y/N exhaled slowly. “Yeah. They’d expect that.”

Silence settled between them again.

They didn’t know where the others were.

They didn’t know who orchestrated the trap.

They didn’t even know if the Quinjet survived.

“We need something normal,” Wanda said finally. “Somewhere no one expects us.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Normal?”

“A motel. Small town. Cash payment. No enhanced activity.”

Y/N blinked once. “…That’s very human.”

Wanda gave her a tired smile. “Exactly.”

Y/N considered it, then nodded. “We move west. There’s a highway about three miles from here.”

Wanda glanced down at Y/N’s torn clothes and bare feet. “Hold on.”

She stepped closer, lifting her hands. Scarlet threads of energy wove through the air, stitching torn fabric back together. The ripped seams sealed, the shirt and pants reshaping cleanly.

Y/N looked down at herself, mildly impressed. “…Convenient.”

Wanda smirked faintly. “Try not to shred them again.”

Y/N huffed. “No promises.”

Wanda knelt briefly and focused again. Scarlet light gathered around Y/N’s feet, forming simple dark sneakers—sturdy and anonymous.

Y/N flexed her toes experimentally. “…You didn’t have to.”

“I know.”

Their eyes met a moment longer than necessary.

Then Wanda stepped back. “Let’s go.”

They moved through the trees together—quieter now, less frantic than the night before. After about forty minutes, the forest thinned. The faint hum of distant traffic reached Y/N first.

“We’re close.”

Wanda nodded.

The treeline opened onto a two-lane highway cutting through open fields. Half a mile down stood a small gas station—and beyond it, a roadside motel sign flickering in tired neon.

VACANCY.

Wanda exhaled slowly. “Okay,” she murmured. “Step one.”

Y/N scanned the area carefully. No unusual heartbeats. No tactical vehicles. Just normal morning traffic.

“Cash only,” Y/N reminded her.

Wanda slipped a hand into her jacket. Thankfully chaos magic didn’t just repair clothes—it could produce a few believable bills.

“Normal,” Wanda repeated quietly.

For now—

They would disappear in plain sight.

---

The motel office smelled like stale coffee and cleaning spray. A tired man behind the counter barely glanced up when Wanda pushed open the door. She kept her hood up, posture loose—normal.

“Room?” he asked flatly.

“Just one night.”

Cash slid across the counter. No questions. A key card slid back.

Room 17.

They crossed the cracked parking lot in silence, morning sun fully up now. The world looked painfully ordinary after the chaos of the night before.

Inside, the room was small but clean enough—two towels folded at the foot of a queen bed, faded carpet, a humming air conditioner.

The door clicked shut.

For the first time since the warehouse—

They were inside four walls again.

Wanda turned the deadbolt. Y/N stood in the middle of the room for a moment, scanning and listening, shoulders still tight.

“It’s fine,” Wanda said gently. “No one’s tracking us right now.”

Y/N nodded once. “Can I shower first.”

“Of course!” Wanda didn’t argue.

Twenty minutes later steam drifted from the bathroom as Y/N stepped out wearing borrowed motel sweats and a plain shirt Wanda had conjured to replace the torn one. Her hair was damp and pushed back loosely.

She looked… human again.

Just exhausted.

“You should eat something else,” Wanda said quietly.

Y/N shook her head. “I’m okay.”

That word again.

Wanda took her turn in the shower, letting hot water beat against her shoulders longer than she intended. The tension in her muscles didn’t vanish—but it dulled.

When she stepped back into the room, toweling her hair dry—

Y/N was already asleep.

Not resting.

Gone.

She’d barely reached the bed before collapsing sideways across it, one arm draped loosely over her stomach, breathing deep and heavy. Completely unconscious.

Wanda paused in the doorway.

Y/N had pushed herself too far—running on instinct and adrenaline for too long.

She crossed the room quietly and sat on the edge of the bed. Up close, the exhaustion was obvious: faint bruises along her ribs, a shallow cut near her collarbone, tension still faintly etched into her brow even in sleep.

Wanda brushed a damp strand of hair from her forehead.

“You liar,” she murmured softly.

I’m fine.

She shook her head faintly.

Carefully, Wanda slid under the covers beside her—not too close at first. But Y/N reacted even in sleep. Her body shifted instinctively toward the warmth, one arm draped over Wanda’s waist, breathing steady, grounded.

Wanda lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling.

They were fugitives now.

Separated from the team.

Hunted by someone organized enough to ambush Avengers.

She turned her head slightly to look at Y/N.

But right now—

They were safe.

---

At Night

Darkness filled the motel room again. Thin curtains barely blocked the neon glow of the vacancy sign outside, its red pulses washing faintly across the ceiling.

Wanda was warm. Too warm. An arm lay heavy across her waist, steady breath against her shoulder. For a moment she forgot everything. Then—A faint crackle. Static. A low, distorted tone.

Y/N’s eyes opened instantly. She didn’t move at first—just listened. There. Another faint burst of interference. Her head turned slowly toward the small table near the door. The comm unit. Wanda had set it there before showering. Y/N blinked away the last layer of sleep and nudged Wanda lightly. “Wanda,” she murmured, voice thick but alert.

Wanda stirred. “What—?”

“The comm.”

Another crackle—clearer this time. Wanda shot upright, heart racing. The signal was faint but unmistakable, pushing through interference. She scrambled off the bed and grabbed the device.

“Hello?” she said quickly, keeping her voice low.

Static. Then— “…da?”

Wanda’s breath caught. “Nat?”

The line buzzed, then steadied slightly. “About time,” Nat’s voice came through, strained but alive. “You two took a scenic route.”

Relief hit Wanda so hard her knees nearly buckled. “We’re okay,” she said quickly. “Are you?”

“Alive. Steve and Bucky too.”

Wanda closed her eyes briefly. Thank God.

“Quinjet’s gone,” Nat continued. “Warehouse was scrubbed. Professional job.”

“Who?” Wanda asked.

“Still working on that.”

Y/N had risen from the bed, standing close enough to hear every word.

“Are you safe?” Wanda pressed.

“For now. We scattered. Low profile. No Avengers signatures. No Stark tech. No obvious magic.”

“Same here,” Wanda said.

A small pause. Then Nat’s voice lowered. “They wanted you separated.”

Wanda’s eyes flicked to Y/N. “We figured.”

Another burst of static. “We’ll regroup,” Nat said. “But not yet. Lay low. Switch locations every twenty-four hours. Use public networks sparingly.”

Wanda nodded instinctively, even though Nat couldn’t see her. “Copy.”

Nat’s tone shifted slightly.

“And Wanda?”

“Yeah?”

“You two good?”

Wanda hesitated, glancing at Y/N. Y/N stood steady beside her—alert, protective, present. “We’re okay,” Wanda said quietly.

A beat.

“Good,” Nat replied. “We’ll ping again when it’s safe.” The line went dead.

The room fell silent except for the low hum of the air conditioner. Wanda lowered the comm slowly. “They’re alive,” she said.

Y/N exhaled, tension leaving her shoulders for the first time since the ambush. “Good.”

Wanda looked up at her. “We’re not going back anytime soon.”

Y/N didn’t hesitate. “Okay.”

Outside, the neon sign flickered again. Inside the dim motel room, the two of them stood there—fugitives by circumstance, but no longer alone.

The silence after the comm went dead felt different. Not heavy. Not panicked. Focused. Wanda set the device back on the table and leaned against it, arms crossing loosely. “So,” she said quietly, “we rotate locations. No patterns. No powers in public unless absolutely necessary.”

Y/N nodded. “No shifting unless we’re clear.”

“No obvious cash trails.”

“No staying more than a night.”

They fell into planning easily—strategy, survival, contingencies. It felt strangely calm now that the immediate chaos had passed. “If they scrubbed the warehouse that fast,” Wanda said, pacing slowly, “this wasn’t some random mercenary group.”

“No,” Y/N agreed. “They had numbers. Coordination. Infrastructure.”

“And they knew about the backup intel.”

Y/N’s jaw tightened slightly. “Which means they knew we’d come.”

Wanda’s expression darkened. “Someone fed them the mission details.”

The thought hung in the room. Neither said it aloud. Inside job.

After a moment Wanda sighed and sat back on the edge of the bed. “Okay. We lay low. Maybe move further west tomorrow—smaller towns.”

Y/N leaned against the wall near the door, arms folded, thoughtful.

Her stomach growled. Loudly. The sound filled the quiet room with zero dignity.

Wanda blinked.

Y/N stiffened. It growled again.

Wanda tried—she really tried—not to laugh. A small sound escaped anyway.

Y/N looked personally betrayed by her own body. “It’s been hours,” she muttered defensively.

Wanda’s smile softened. “You carried me through a city and ran through a forest. You’re allowed to be hungry.”

Another rumble.

Y/N glanced down at her stomach like it had committed treason.

Wanda stood, still smiling, and stepped closer. “Come on. Let’s go get something to eat.”

Y/N hesitated. “Public.”

“We’ll be careful.”

“I’m recognizable.”

Wanda tilted her head. “So am I.”

Y/N exhaled slowly. “That’s my point.”

Wanda lowered her voice. “Simple diner. Cash. Sit near the exit.”

Y/N still looked uncertain.

“And,” Wanda added, a spark returning to her tone, “we should buy supplies.”

Y/N’s posture shifted immediately to practical. “Like what?”

“Backpacks. First aid kit. Clothes that don’t scream ‘Avengers.’ Toiletries. Maybe a prepaid phone.”

Y/N nodded slowly. “Water purification tablets. Flashlights. Cash from different places.”

Wanda smiled faintly. “See? You’re already planning.”

Y/N glanced toward the window, thinking.

Wanda, meanwhile, was staring at her. Specifically—at her hair.

Y/N noticed after a moment. “What?”

Wanda’s lips curved slightly. “…Maybe we should change our hair.”

Y/N blinked. “Our… hair.”

“Color,” Wanda clarified. “Easiest visual identifier.”

Y/N instinctively touched her dark hair. “You want to dye it?”

“Temporary,” Wanda said with a shrug. “Drugstore kit.”

Y/N studied her. “You’re enjoying this.”

Wanda tried to look innocent. “Maybe a little.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “What color.”

Wanda stepped closer, examining her thoughtfully. “Blonde would be obvious. Mine is already red… not blue.”

Wanda laughed softly. “No. Not blue.”

She tilted her head, considering. “Maybe lighter brown. Or dark auburn.”

Y/N looked like she was mentally assessing the strategic threat of hair dye. “And you?”

Wanda shrugged. “I could go darker.”

Y/N studied her for a moment. “You don’t have to.”

Wanda’s smile softened. “I know.”

A quiet beat passed.

Then Y/N sighed. “Fine. We eat. We shop. We change our hair.”

Her stomach growled again on cue.

Wanda covered her mouth, shoulders shaking with quiet laughter. “Dinner first,” she said gently.

And for the first time since the trapdoor—

This felt almost like an adventure instead of an escape.

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Later that night they slipped back into Room 17 carrying plastic bags—cheap backpacks, basic toiletries, a prepaid phone, bottled water, and two small boxes of temporary hair dye.

The motel bathroom was barely big enough for both of them.

Yellow light. Cracked mirror. A faint hum from the vent overhead.

Wanda stood at the sink reading the instructions on the dye box while Y/N hovered awkwardly near the door.

“Are you sure this is safe?” Y/N asked.

“It’s hair dye,” Wanda replied dryly. “Not gamma radiation.”

Y/N grunted softly.

She reached up and pulled her shirt over her head.

Wanda turned at the movement—

And froze.

Y/N was shirtless except for her sports bra. Lean muscle defined her frame, faint scars tracing along her ribs and shoulder—marks left by Hydra and everything she’d survived.

Wanda had seen her like this before.

Training.

Medical checks.

After missions.

But this felt different.

The cramped bathroom.

The quiet.

The proximity.

Her gaze drifted down Y/N’s torso before she could stop herself.

Heat pooled low in her stomach, sudden and sharp.

She blinked.

Shook her head slightly.

Get it together. She’s your friend!

“Everything okay?” Y/N asked, completely unaware, expression open and almost innocent.

Wanda swallowed. “Yeah. Fine.”

She focused very hard on the dye box in her hands.

“Sit,” she added, gesturing toward the closed toilet lid.

Y/N obeyed without question, turning her back and sitting down. Damp hair brushed the back of her neck.

Wanda slipped on the thin plastic gloves and mixed the dye carefully, hands steady again.

She stepped closer.

Very close.

Close enough to feel the warmth radiating from Y/N’s skin.

“Lean forward a little,” Wanda murmured.

Y/N did.

Wanda began applying the dye to her short hair, working methodically, careful not to drip. The chemical scent filled the small space.

For a while neither spoke.

Wanda’s fingers brushed lightly over Y/N’s scalp as she worked.

Y/N’s shoulders relaxed a little more with every pass.

“…You’re very focused,” Y/N said quietly.

“I’m trying not to stain your face.”

A small huff of amusement.

Silence again.

Up close Wanda could see the faint tension in Y/N’s posture—even sitting down she held herself like someone ready to move at any moment.

“You can relax,” Wanda said softly.

“I am.”

Wanda smiled faintly behind her.

“You say that a lot.”

Y/N didn’t answer.

Wanda finished coating the last section of hair and stepped back.

“Okay,” she said. “We wait.”

Y/N looked up at her through the mirror.

Their eyes met.

For a second—

The small bathroom felt even smaller.

Wanda looked away first.

“My turn after this,” she said quickly.

Y/N nodded.

But the faint flush creeping up her neck wasn’t entirely from the heat.

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The motel room was dim except for the glow of the TV, a late-night sitcom murmuring softly in the background.

Wanda sat cross-legged on the bed, watching without really seeing.

The bathroom door opened.

Steam drifted out first.

Then Y/N stepped into the room, towel in hand, drying her hair.

Wanda looked up—

And froze.

The new color caught the light differently—dark auburn now, richer and deeper, sharpening Y/N’s features. Damp strands fell over her forehead as she rubbed them with the towel.

She was still shirtless.

Sports bra. Sweatpants low on her hips. Bare feet.

And that hair—

Wanda’s breath hitched.

Heat pooled low in her stomach again, sharper this time. Her gaze dropped for half a second before she forced it back up.

Stop it.

We are just friends.

Why am I—

Y/N tilted her head. “Wanda?”

No response.

She stepped closer.

“Wanda?”

A hand waved slowly in front of her face.

Wanda blinked hard, dragged back to the moment.

“Sorry—what?”

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked, brows knitting slightly. “You were staring.”

Heat rushed to Wanda’s cheeks.

“I’m fine,” she said quickly, sitting up straighter.

Y/N hesitated. Her hand drifted to her damp hair.

“…It looks bad, right?”

The uncertainty was genuine.

She thought Wanda had been staring because she didn’t like it.

Wanda looked at her again—this time deliberately.

The color suited her. Made her eyes warmer. Softer. Dangerous in a completely different way.

“No,” Wanda said a little too fast.

Y/N blinked.

“It looks… really good,” Wanda corrected, voice quieter.

Y/N studied her face carefully.

Wanda held her gaze.

“It suits you.”

A faint flush crept up Y/N’s neck.

“…Oh.”

She rubbed the back of her head, still damp from the shower. And Wanda felt that warm flutter again—stronger now.

She inhaled sharply.

Oh no.

No, no, no.

This was ridiculous. They were stressed. On the run. Exhausted. That was all.

Right?

Y/N shifted her weight, unaware of the chaos she was causing.

Wanda’s pulse jumped.

“I—” she started, then abruptly stood from the bed.

Too fast.

“Bathroom,” she blurted.

Y/N blinked. “What?”

“My turn,” Wanda added quickly, already moving past her.

Her arm brushed Y/N’s lightly as she passed. The contact sent another sharp spark through her. Wanda hissed softly under her breath.

Get it together.

Behind her, Y/N turned slightly.

“I can help—” she began.

But the bathroom door had already clicked shut.

Inside, Wanda leaned back against it and exhaled hard. Her heart was racing like she’d just sprinted. She pressed her palms to her cheeks.

“What is wrong with me?” she muttered.

This wasn’t supposed to feel like this.

Not now.

Not here.

Not with everything else happening.

She closed her eyes and focused on something simple—breathing, grounding, control.

Outside the door, Y/N stood there a moment longer, confused.

“…Okay,” she murmured to herself.

Then she stepped away, giving Wanda space.

Because that’s what she always did.

And somehow—

That only made it worse.

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When Wanda finally stepped out of the bathroom, steam trailing behind her, the room somehow felt smaller.

Her hair was darker now—deep brown, almost black under the dim motel lighting. It framed her face differently, making her eyes stand out sharper and brighter.

Y/N looked up from where she sat on the edge of the bed.

And froze.

For a moment she simply stared—not confused, not uncertain.

Just… stunned.

Wanda felt it instantly, the weight of that gaze settling over her. Her stomach tightened.

Y/N stood slowly. “You—” she started, then stopped.

Wanda’s heart began to pound.

“You look…” Y/N swallowed, then smiled softly. “Beautiful.”

The word landed gently. And hit hard. Heat rushed up Wanda’s neck.

She turned away too quickly. “Okay,” she said, already moving toward the bed. “We should sleep.”

She pulled back the covers and slid under them without another glance, turning so her back faced Y/N. “Big day tomorrow,” she added, her voice just slightly higher than normal.

Silence followed.

Y/N stood there, replaying the last ten seconds in her head.

You look beautiful.

That was good, right? That was… appropriate? Slowly she moved to the other side of the bed.

“Did I…” Y/N hesitated. “…say something wrong?”

Wanda stiffened beneath the covers. “No.”

“You left very fast.”

“I’m just tired.”

Y/N frowned faintly. She climbed into bed carefully, leaving a respectful space between them this time.

Too much space.

The room hummed quietly with the AC.

After a moment Y/N tried again. “If I made you uncomfortable, I didn’t mean to.”

That did it.

Wanda rolled slightly onto her back, staring at the ceiling.

“You didn’t,” she said softly.

Y/N still looked unconvinced.

Wanda sighed, then lifted a hand and patted the bed beside her.

A simple gesture.

Y/N blinked.

“…Come here.”

The hesitation lasted only a second. Then Y/N shifted closer, still careful, leaving a small gap between them like she was afraid of crossing some invisible line.

Wanda turned onto her side to face her. The new color in Y/N’s hair caught the low red glow from the sign outside, softer now, almost copper. Wanda reached out slowly and brushed her fingers through it.

Y/N went completely still.

“It’s fine,” Wanda murmured. “You didn’t say anything wrong.”

Her fingers combed through the short strands, slow and soothing.

Y/N’s shoulders gradually relaxed.

“You can just… sleep,” Wanda added quietly.

Y/N swallowed and nodded, shifting a little closer until their knees brushed lightly beneath the covers.

Wanda kept running her fingers through her hair, thumb occasionally grazing her temple. The tension slowly left Y/N’s face.

Her breathing deepened.

“I meant when I said you look beautiful,” Y/N murmured sleepily, eyes already half-closed.

Wanda’s heart skipped.

This time she didn’t pull away. She simply kept stroking her hair.

“Go to sleep,” she whispered.

Within minutes Y/N’s breathing evened out.

Asleep.

Wanda stayed awake a little longer, fingers still resting lightly in her hair.

The motel room was dim, lit only by the faint red flicker from the sign outside. Every few seconds it cast shifting shadows across Y/N’s face, softening the sharp lines and catching in the auburn strands Wanda had helped color just hours ago.

Wanda’s hand stilled.

Get it together.

They were just friends.

Y/N had said it the way someone might say you look beautiful. It didn’t have to mean anything.

It didn’t have to mean—

Her stomach tightened again at the memory.

Stop.

This wasn’t the time to spiral. They were on the run. Possibly hunted. Separated from the team and still unsure who had betrayed them. Feelings could wait. Complications could wait.

Wanda gently slid her hand from Y/N’s hair and rested it on her own chest instead, grounding herself. She turned onto her back and stared at the ceiling.

Just friends.

Outside, a truck passed along the highway. The neon sign buzzed faintly.

Tomorrow they would leave this place. Change motels. Buy supplies. Stay invisible.

She closed her eyes.

And eventually—

Sleep took her too.

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[animommysprincess]

i need to be abused by an older woman who makes me call her mom :3

[witchslove]

Caught

Pairing: Stepmom!Wanda x Reader

Summary: When you come across your stepmother having some alone time, you can’t help but watch. When it happens more than once, your desire threatens to push the boundaries of your relationship with her.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; stepmom!wanda, submissive top!reader, dominant bottom!wanda, masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, oral (w receiving), dirty talk, praise kink

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“Dinner’s almost ready,” Wanda called out from the kitchen, her voice a welcome distraction from your neverending work.

You finished the paragraph you were typing out for your essay and closed your laptop with a sigh, stretching as you stood up from the couch.

Your body was stiff from sitting for so long, hunched over your laptop as you worked on yet another assignment for school. It was finals week, so you were overwhelmed with important exams and projects. The only thing that made it bearable was knowing that you’d start winter break soon.

You made your way to the kitchen, where your stepmom was putting the finishing touches on two plates of chicken and pasta. You stood there for a moment, admiring the way her nose scrunched up in concentration as she sprinkled parmesan on the pasta. You couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked, even in her casual clothes, with her hair slightly messy and a thin sheen of sweat on her skin from cooking.

You’d always had a crush on Wanda, despite the fact that she was your stepmom. She was more of a real parent to you than your father ever was and she supported you in everything you did, constantly motivating you to work harder academically. In fact, most of your drive to do well in school stemmed from a craving for her approval, a desire to make her proud of you, and you were okay with that as long as your work was completed on time.

Wanda was always so lovely to you too, complimenting you on your efforts and praising you when you did well, and it never failed to make your heart flutter. You never intended to rely on her as much as you did, nor did you intend to start crushing on her as hard as you were. On top of being a genuinely kind person and an amazing stepmom, she was also stunning.

You were taken aback the first time you met her, mesmerized by alluring green eyes, and you couldn’t help but wonder what a woman like her saw in your father. The fact that she was sweet on you didn’t help your growing feelings for her, and neither did her overly touchy nature. She was constantly finding ways to have her hands on you - whether it was a hand on your back in the kitchen as she spoke to you or a hug that lasted longer than you felt was appropriate - and it drove you crazy.

You tried to convince yourself that you didn’t actually want her like that, but it was becoming harder and harder to deny it, especially when your father was always gone on another business trip, leaving you alone with her for weeks at a time.

When Wanda noticed you standing across the room, she looked up with a smile.

“How’s the essay coming along, malysh?” She asked, moving around the kitchen island until she was next to you, her hand rubbing your shoulder comfortingly.

“It’s fine, I’m about halfway done I think,” you responded, clearing your throat and trying to ignore the way her soothing touch was setting your nerves alight.

“That’s good, I’m proud of you,” she cooed, her words making you feel warm inside. She often had that effect on you and this was no exception. Her arm reached around you to pull you closer, half hugging you, before she moved away to set the table.

You managed a smile and a “thank you” before you helped her, bringing utensils to where she set the plates down and taking a seat across from her.

“I know you’ve been working so hard on your studies lately, dear, but have you been remembering to rest too?” Wanda questioned, an eyebrow raised as she took in your tired state. You’d been working tirelessly this week due to your finals and you certainly hadn’t been sleeping well. You were hoping that Wanda wouldn’t notice, but she always did.

“I- sort of,” you mumbled, not wanting to lie to her, but also not wanting to disappoint her with the truth.

“I’m not sure I believe that,” Wanda chuckled, steadying her fork so she could cut into her chicken. Luckily, she dropped the subject after that, instead asking you how other aspects of your life had been going and telling you about her week.

The two of you carried on a casual conversation as you ate, and you didn’t hesitate to tell Wanda how amazing her cooking was, to which she responded with an appreciative smile.

A comfortable silence fell over you before Wanda spoke again.

“So, any cute girls in your classes?” She asked curiously, catching you off guard. You immediately felt awkward, unsure of how to discuss your love life with the woman you were crushing on.

“Not really,” you shrugged, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible.

“Hm, that’s surprising,” she commented skeptically.

You quickly corrected yourself. “I mean, there are cute girls, just no one that I’m interested in.”

Wanda nodded in understanding, satisfied with your answer, before standing up to take your plates to the kitchen.

“Would you like to watch a movie tonight?” She asked, placing the plates in the sink. “It’s your turn to pick one.”

You and Wanda had a tradition of watching movies together at least once a week. It usually ended up with you curled into Wanda’s side on the couch, your head on her shoulder and her arm around you as you watched whatever movie had been put on. It was one of your favorite experiences, something you looked forward to every week.

You always cherished your alone time with Wanda, especially your movie nights since it was an excuse to practically cuddle with her and feel close to her, which is why you suddenly felt so bad, knowing that you’d have to turn her down this week.

“I’d love to, but I really need to finish this essay,” you sighed. “It’s due tomorrow night.”

Wanda hid her disappointment behind a supportive smile, stepping towards you. “That’s okay, detka, I know it’s a busy week for you,” she said, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “We can watch whatever movie you want after your finals, how does that sound?” Her thumb stroked your cheek as she spoke and no matter how often Wanda touched you like this, it never failed to have an effect on you.

“That sounds good,” you responded, almost stuttering. “And thank you for dinner, it was delicious.”

“Of course.” She leaned in to kiss your forehead, before taking a step back to continue cleaning up the kitchen. “I know you have to get back to it, so I’m gonna finish up in here and then I’ll be in my room reading if you need anything, okay?”

You were still reeling from the affection, nodding in acknowledgment and mumbling a “thanks” as you left the kitchen.

“Don’t stay up too late!” You heard Wanda call out as you grabbed your laptop from the living room table. You could only chuckle, knowing you would most likely be up half the night finishing your work.

You made your way to your room and sat at your desk, plugging in your laptop to the charger before trying to focus on writing again. Eventually you found a rhythm, alternating between sharing your thoughts on the topic and citing sources to support your side.

It was late when you finally decided to head to bed, turning off the light and sliding under the covers with a sigh. It seemed you were more tired than you realized, as the feeling of your bed beneath you was a welcome relief.

Finals week hadn’t been easy on you and late nights had become your regular for the past couple of weeks. You were so close to finishing the semester and every time you felt like giving up, you were reminded of why you worked so hard in the first place - Wanda.

You let your mind wander to thoughts of your stepmom, how proud she would be knowing you did well in all of your classes, the praise she would give you and how it would make you feel. You couldn’t wait for your upcoming movie night; you craved the familiar feeling of her body pressed against yours on the couch, the closeness to her that nothing else could compare to.

You only wished you could be even closer to her, often daydreaming about what it would be like to kiss her, to feel your lips against hers, to swallow her sounds as you ran your hands over her body. It felt wrong to want her that way, to lust after someone who was essentially your mother figure, but you couldn’t help it.

You tried to remind yourself that Wanda was married - to your father nonetheless - and that nothing would ever happen between the two of you, but not even the harsh reality of your situation could stop you from wanting her.

You huffed as you rolled over in bed, feeling exhausted but unable to sleep, your mind racing with thoughts of Wanda. You spent so many of your nights thinking of her, wishing you were laid beside her, holding her or being held by her, imagining the cuddles and sleepy kisses the two of you could share if your situation was different.

Some nights the thoughts were innocent, your desire to feel close to her manifesting in those simple fantasies of sharing a bed with her. Other nights, you longed to feel her even closer, shamefully allowing yourself to picture her beneath you, head thrown back and hips bucking as you made her cum for you. You wondered what she looked like when she came, what she sounded like, what she tasted like.

You knew you shouldn’t have these thoughts and the frustration brought on by your relationship to Wanda made you want to cry. It was a constant battle - the shame, the jealousy, the yearning - and it was slowly getting to you.

Just as you were finally starting to drift off to sleep, you heard what sounded like a groan coming from down the hall. You opened your eyes and listened closely, wondering if something was wrong. You figured Wanda would be asleep by now with how late it was, but when you heard another muffled sound through the walls, it was obvious she wasn’t.

Worried she’d hurt herself or needed help, you dragged yourself out of bed and headed down the hall, stopping just outside of her room. The door was slightly ajar and just as you were about to push it all the way open, another sound escaped the woman on the other side and this time it was unmistakable, realization hitting you like a truck.

Those weren’t sounds of pain, they were moans of pleasure. And when you peered through the gap in the doorway, it was confirmed. Wanda was touching herself, one hand beneath her panties, fingers working against herself, the other gripping the bedsheets as she let another breathy moan.

It felt like something you shouldn’t be seeing, but you couldn’t look away. The sight before you was so erotic, so breathtaking; you were entranced as you watched her touch herself, her head thrown back against the pillows, her face scrunched up in pleasure, her hips subtly moving against her hand. Soft, needy moans escaped her parted lips and just hearing her was enough to make you wet.

You knew you should leave, that you should respect her privacy and go back to your room, but the sight of her was hypnotizing. You shifted uncomfortably as you watched her, squeezing your legs together as arousal clouded your judgment. One word uttered by the other woman brought you back to reality.

“Y/N,” Wanda moaned, her breathing uneven as she chased her orgasm.

There was no way you heard that right.

For a second, you thought you’d been caught, that she was calling out your name because she’d seen you standing there. Your blood ran cold and you froze, immediately feeling the shame and embarrassment of being caught watching her masturbate. But Wanda’s gaze never found yours, her eyes remained closed and her hand kept moving under her panties.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so good,” she panted out, curling her fingers inside of herself, her palm nudging her clit with every thrust.

Your mouth fell open when you realized what was happening, blush painting your cheeks and arousal pooling in your lower belly at the thought.

Wanda was thinking about you while touching herself.

It was overwhelming in the best way - the sight of your stepmom bringing herself pleasure, the heavenly moans escaping her as she brought herself closer to the edge, the faint sound of her fucking herself, and god, she sounded so wet. The fact that she was thinking about you while she got off was the cherry on top and you had to stifle a groan at how turned on you were.

You couldn’t believe that Wanda would reciprocate your feelings for her, at least to some extent. You briefly thought that you should pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming. You’d always felt bad for lusting after her, for desiring her in ways that were not appropriate for a stepdaughter to feel about her stepmother, but the knowledge that she desired you too filled you with warmth.

You wished you could see her, really see her, without the barrier of clothing in the way. You wanted to see how she fucked herself, wanted to know how many fingers she was using and watch how her pussy stretched around them. You wouldn’t complain though, not when you were already enjoying this so much.

Wanda’s moans rose in pitch, her hips becoming more frantic against her hand, and you knew she was close. Your pussy throbbed at the sight of her falling apart and you fought the urge to touch yourself with her.

With a couple more thrusts of her fingers inside of herself, Wanda was cumming with a series of loud moans, her back arching off the bed, her hips stuttering as she reached her peak.

Watching Wanda cum was better than anything you could’ve imagined, she looked unbelievably sexy falling apart and you committed the sight to memory in case you never got to see it again.

She pulled her fingers out of herself, removing her hand from her panties, and hummed in satisfaction as she caught her breath. You took this as your cue to leave, sneaking quietly down the hall until you were back in your own room.

You found yourself back in bed, unsure of how you were supposed to fall asleep after what you’d just witnessed. You were turned on beyond belief, your mind filled with images of Wanda touching herself. You felt bad for watching, for invading her privacy, but how could you not when she sounded so good moaning your name?

Now that you knew what she sounded like chanting your name as she chased her release, you couldn’t help but imagine being the one fucking her senseless, making her feel so good as you touched her and kissed her everywhere you wanted to.

You groaned as you rolled over; you couldn’t get the image of Wanda masturbating out of your head, but at the same time, you wished the memory would never fade.

You wished you could see it again.

After tossing and turning amidst sinful thoughts of your stepmom, you eventually succumbed to sleep. You woke up to your alarm going off, already feeling the exhaustion from being up so late. It was hard not to just silence your phone and go back to sleep.

Your body protested as you sat up and reluctantly pulled yourself out of bed, getting ready to start your day. You got dressed and brushed your teeth before heading downstairs, hoping a cup or two of coffee would wake you up.

Wanda was in the kitchen when you entered, pouring herself a cup of coffee and making her way to the fridge for creamer. She was wearing a short, lacy nightgown and when she bent down to grab the creamer, you almost choked on air. The thin fabric of her slip left little to the imagination and the view of her ass as she leaned towards the lower shelves of the fridge was almost too much for you.

You cleared your throat, forcing yourself to look away as she turned around.

“Good morning, Y/N,” she greeted, smiling at you sweetly as she poured the creamer into her coffee. Wanda was acting completely normal around you, as if she hadn’t been moaning your name into the night less than eight hours ago. You hadn’t considered how awkward being around her would be after the events of the previous night, especially when she didn’t even know you were present for it.

“Good morning,” you responded, avoiding eye contact as you made your way towards the coffee pot.

“How did you sleep, malysh?” Wanda asked, coming over to you to place a hand on your back, rubbing in circles. You nearly shuddered at the feeling of her touching you, but you kept your composure.

“I slept okay,” you answered, and it wasn’t entirely untrue - you didn’t sleep terribly, you just wished you’d slept more. “What about you?”

Wanda raised an eyebrow as she leaned against the counter next to you. “You don’t seem like you slept okay. Late night?”

“Sort of,” you responded, trying not to think about why you were up so late.

“Oh detka,” she cooed, stirring her coffee. “I know it’s finals week and you’re working hard, but you need to take care of yourself too.”

While you appreciated how much she cared about you and your wellbeing, you also wanted to laugh at how oblivious she seemed. She had no idea she was the reason you’d barely slept, tossing and turning for hours as vivid images of her touching herself invaded your mind.

You collected your thoughts and looked up at her. “I know, I’m taking care of myself, I promise,” you reassured her, not wanting her to press the matter any further.

“Good,” she purred, gently running her fingers through your hair. Every little thing she did made you melt and you wished it wasn’t so hard to act normal around her, especially now that you knew what she sounded like in the throes of pleasure.

Wanda leaned back, taking a sip of her coffee before walking over to the fridge. “Do you have class today?” She asked casually, as if she hadn’t just made you so flustered.

“Um, no, I just have a final exam this afternoon,” you managed.

“Good luck with your exam, sweetheart,” she said sweetly, grabbing a carton of eggs. “Since it’s this afternoon, does that mean you have time for breakfast?”

“Yeah, sure.” You nodded, your response bringing a smile to Wanda’s face.

“Perfect, you enjoy your coffee and I’ll make breakfast for us. I’ll let you know when it’s ready.” With that, Wanda began moving around the kitchen, bending over again to look through the cabinet below the stove. You almost groaned at how revealing her slip was and decided to leave the kitchen while you still had your sanity.

You spent some time in the living room drinking your coffee and scrolling through your phone until Wanda called out for you. You joined her at the kitchen island and conversed lightly over breakfast, discussing your busy week and making plans with her for when finals were over. You tried to ignore the way her usual teasing and touchiness was making you feel, instead focusing on how good it felt to be around her, enjoying her company and your conversation.

You were able to keep your mind off the events of the previous night and the awkwardness faded a bit the longer you talked.

Once you finished eating, you helped Wanda with the dishes and then disappeared to your room to study until it was time to head out for your exam. Wanda seemed slightly disappointed that you had to hole yourself up in your room once more to study, and you felt bad for not spending as much time with her this week.

You wanted more than anything to make her proud though, so you dedicated your day to making sure you were prepared for your final. When you left that afternoon, Wanda hugged you and kissed your cheek for good luck, seemingly unaware of how it made your heart flutter.

The exam went well and you felt confident in your final grade, sighing with relief as you took off your coat upon returning home. The house was empty so you assumed Wanda had a late meeting or was out running errands.

You fixed yourself something to eat and headed to your room to work on a project for another class. You lost track of time, immersed in your work, and the only thing that drew your focus away from your laptop was the sound of soft knocking on your door.

The door opened halfway and Wanda peered through, a warm smile on her face as she saw you sitting at your desk.

“Just letting you know I’m home.” She spoke quietly, as if she was trying not to disturb you. “Did you eat?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, smiling subtly at the way she cared for you.

“Okay good,” she responded, returning your smile. “I’m gonna shower and call it a night, don’t stay up too late, okay sweetheart?”

“I won’t,” you agreed, and it was true - you were still tired from barely sleeping the night before and you knew you’d be getting under the covers sooner than later.

Wanda said a quick goodnight before closing your door and making her way down the hall.

It was later than you intended to stay up when you finally finished your project, stretching as you stood up from your desk. You changed into comfier clothes and crawled into bed, completely exhausted and ready for sleep to take over.

You thought of Wanda and how much you missed spending more time with her, how pretty she looked making breakfast for you in the kitchen, how her lips felt against your cheek when you left for your exam. You also thought of how cruel it was to want someone so badly and not be able to have them. It was becoming almost embarrassing how much you yearned for her, how desperate you were for someone you knew you’d never have a chance with.

You were right on the cusp between consciousness and sleep when you heard it - a moan.

Not again.

Your eyes shot open and you froze, listening intently. Your suspicions were confirmed when you heard another muffled sound through the wall, your core already pulsing at the implication of what was happening.

You were well aware of what she was doing; there was no need for you to investigate, no need to check on her to see if she was okay, but you found yourself sitting up and sliding out of bed regardless.

You crept down the hall, the sounds becoming louder as you approached, and stopped just outside of Wanda’s room. The door was cracked open again and you briefly wondered why Wanda would be so careless, but you were brought back to reality by another heavenly moan escaping the redhead.

Unlike the night before, Wanda wasn’t wearing anything as she touched herself in the center of her bed, lithe fingers parting her folds and rubbing her clit with every stroke through her pussy. She looked so wet and you nearly whimpered at the sight, she had the prettiest pussy you’d ever seen. Her center glistened in the dim light of her room and you wished you could taste her, wanting nothing more than to lap up all the sticky wetness between her thighs.

You had to squint to see her decently - her room was slightly dark, only illuminated by the lamp on her nightstand - but what you could see from your place in the doorway was driving you insane. You watched as Wanda masturbated in her bed mere feet away from you, seemingly unaware that she had an audience.

You nearly drooled when you saw her slide two fingers inside of herself, your mouth falling open at the way her tight pussy stretched around the digits. The moan she let out as she began fucking herself made your core twitch with desire, arousal flooding your senses. You felt drunk off of her, your head fuzzy and eyes full of lust as you stared at the space between her legs, mesmerized by the way she touched herself.

“Oh fuck,” Wanda panted as she sped up her movements, her hips canting up into her hand. It was so erotic to watch her pleasure herself, to see her in such an intimate way. You were so turned on from watching that you knew you’d have to do something about it before you eventually went to sleep, your thighs pressed together to ease the ache between them.

“Y/N, right there,” she cried out, curling her fingers and arching her back as she hit the spot inside of herself that made her legs shake. You could tell she was close and you were nearly trembling in anticipation, eager to see her cum again. She was like a drug and you were addicted.

With a guttural moan, Wanda came, cursing and chanting your name as she fucked herself through it. Her hips bucked unevenly as she rode it out, grinding her clit against her palm with every thrust of her cunt against her hand. She drew it out, milking it for all it was worth, moaning loudly as her pussy clenched around her fingers, coating them in her cum.

Just when you thought you’d never seen anything more attractive in your life, Wanda pulled her fingers out and brought her hand up, taking the wet digits into her mouth and sucking on them, letting out a satisfied groan at her own taste. You bit back a whimper at the sight, not wanting to alert her to your presence.

You were impossibly wet from watching her cum and you shifted uncomfortably on your feet, causing one of the floorboards to creak beneath you. Wanda’s head snapped towards the door and you slipped out of sight, your heart pounding in your chest. You hoped the hallway was dark enough that she didn’t see you, but you couldn’t be sure.

With panic blooming in your chest, you made it back to your own room and closed the door quietly, immediately slipping into bed and closing your eyes, thinking that if you pretended to be asleep, everything would be okay.

Your mind kept you awake for a while longer, filled with the vivid memories of Wanda touching herself, plagued with the anxiety of almost being caught watching her. You didn’t know what you would do if Wanda found out you spied on her while she was touching herself, feeling embarrassed just at the thought of her knowing. You also didn’t know how you would explain your actions without confessing your feelings towards her. You couldn’t stop worrying about whether or not she saw you, whether or not she knew you were there, and you couldn’t stop fantasizing about being the one making her feel good, being the one with your hands on her instead of her own.

Eventually, you fell asleep, your exhaustion finally overtaking your rampant thoughts.

When you woke up, it was still early in the morning - you hadn’t slept well, but at least you hadn’t overslept. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and stumbled to the kitchen in search of caffeine, noticing Wanda in the adjacent living room on your way. She was sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee in one hand and a book in the other, reading as she sipped from her mug.

“Morning Wanda,” you greeted, your voice still rough from having just woken up.

Wanda looked up, smiling when she saw you, and saved her page before setting the book down. “Good morning, Y/N,” she said cheerily, standing up and approaching you. She took in your tired state and gave you a knowing look. “How late were you up, malysh?” She teased.

You held back a groan at the question, hoping she wasn’t implying that she knew you were up after seeing you in the hallway. “Pretty late, I did try to go to sleep early though,” you answered truthfully.

Wanda hummed in response before speaking again. “You poor thing. Did something keep you up late?” Your breath hitched upon hearing her words, feeling almost certain that she knew your secret.

“Just stressed about a final project.” You tried to play it off. Maybe she didn’t know, maybe everything was fine and you were on the verge of crumbling for no reason. You figured the best thing you could do was act normal and pray she was as clueless as she’d seemed the day before.

“Aw, sweetheart,” Wanda cooed. “I know this week has been hard on you, but it’ll be over soon and I’m so proud of you.” Your cheeks warmed at her praise as she brought her hand to the side of your neck, tracing your jawline with her thumb.

“Thank you,” you responded, suddenly weak in the knees and certain you were blushing like crazy. You were also taken aback by how quickly you went from feeling anxious to feeling loved and reassured.

“Of course, detka,” she said back, her hand still cradling your neck. For a moment you just stood there like that, Wanda’s hand nearly cupping your cheek as she looked at you adoringly and you struggled to hold eye contact with her. The moment felt so intimate it almost made you shudder.

Just as soon as it started, it ended, with Wanda retracting her hand and stepping to the side of you, making her way towards the kitchen.

“Breakfast?” she asked nonchalantly, as if the two of you hadn’t just shared a moment that made you forget how to breathe.

After the two of you shared breakfast, you went back to studying and finishing up projects for most of the day, only taking breaks to eat, shower, and work out.

That night, despite the guilt and the tension, despite almost being caught, you once again found yourself sneaking down the hall after hearing breathy moans of pleasure from down the hall.

The next few days consisted of the same routine - focusing on your studies throughout the day and losing sleep over Wanda at night - and by the end of the week, you were done with your classes for the semester.

You felt relieved to be done and Wanda was more than proud of you for finishing the year with good grades. She kissed your cheek and told you how proud she was before she left for a work meeting in the morning, leaving you blushing in the living room.

It was your first day of winter break, so you spent it relaxing at home, catching up on shows and texting with your friends. Halfway through the day, you decided to bake cookies for Wanda as a subtle thank you for her constant support.

When Wanda arrived home, it was already dark outside, the chill of the winter air creeping in as she entered the house. She shed her coat and set her purse down, quickly turning her attention towards the kitchen when she noticed you making dinner.

“Hi detka,” she greeted, smiling as she approached the kitchen island, resting her elbows on it as she looked at you.

“Hey,” you replied, smiling back at her before grabbing a handful of chopped vegetables and placing them in a pan on the stove.

You stirred the contents of the pan before turning to face Wanda, who was curiously eyeing the cookies you’d baked earlier. “Oh, um, those are for you,” you said, gesturing towards the cookies.

Wanda almost looked surprised for a moment before a smile graced her features. “How thoughtful,” she commented, reaching for a cookie. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

You nodded in response, watching her as she carefully took a bite. She practically moaned in satisfaction and you felt heat rise to your cheeks at the familiar sound.

“That’s delicious,” she complimented.

“Thank you,” you choked out, clearing your throat. You turned back around to check on dinner, not wanting Wanda to notice how flustered you’d suddenly become.

“So, now that you’re done with finals, how about that movie night?” Wanda proposed.

“I’d love that,” you answered, looking back over your shoulder at her. “Tonight?”

“Tonight is perfect,” she said, smiling at you in a way that made her nose scrunch up adorably, your heart melting at the sight. “Do you know what movie you want to watch, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” you replied. “Yelena’s favorite movie for the holidays is Carol and she told me to watch it, so let’s go with that.”

Wanda smirked to herself before responding. “Sounds like a plan. We can watch it after dinner.”

“Okay,” you said with a nod, turning back around to finish cooking.

When dinner was finally ready, the two of you ate together at the table. Wanda asked how your day went and continued to praise you for doing so well in your classes, causing you to blush as you focused on your food, hoping she wouldn’t notice. She talked about work and how her week went, and she made sure to comment on how much she’d missed your company recently. Apparently it had been a stressful week for her and you briefly wondered if that had anything to do with her seeking relief every night. You cursed yourself for thinking of that now, certain your cheeks were even redder than before.

When you were finished eating, you took care of the dishes and she thanked you for being so sweet to her before heading to the living room to queue up the movie.

You cleaned up quickly, eager to spend more time with Wanda, and made your way to the living room, two glasses of wine in hand.

“Thank you, detka, you’re so good to me,” Wanda cooed, smiling as you handed her one of the glasses.

“Of course.” You joined her on the couch, your bodies mere inches apart as you settled in beside her.

“Ready?” She asked, sipping her wine as she reached for the remote.

“Yeah,” you replied.

Wanda smiled and pressed play, leaning back into the couch as the movie began. She seemed to have scooted closer to you in the process, your legs now touching.

It didn’t take long for you to realize that the movie revolved around an age gap relationship between two women and you wished you hadn’t chosen one of Yelena’s recommendations to watch with your stepmom, who you secretly had a huge crush on. You definitely should’ve done some research before suggesting to watch it, but you couldn’t go back on it now, no matter how awkward you suddenly felt or how tense the air around you had become.

At one point, Wanda rested her hand on your thigh, her thumb idly rubbing circles on the fabric of your pants, and you tried not to squirm. Between the plot of the movie and the way Wanda was touching you, you started to feel warm and slightly uncomfortable in your spot on the couch. You’d already finished off your glass of wine, hoping that the tipsy feeling would relax you a little bit, but it only made you feel hotter.

It wasn’t until a sex scene came on that Wanda spoke up, noticing you shifting beside her. “You okay, sweetheart?” She asked, checking in with faux concern, her sly smirk going unnoticed by you.

“Yeah,” you managed, your voice coming out breathier than you would’ve liked.

Wanda took the last sip of her wine, setting the glass on the coffee table. “Have you ever done anything like that?”

The question caught you off guard, not expecting Wanda to be asking you about your sex life. You sat there dumbly for a moment before Wanda turned to look at you curiously, waiting for a response.

“I- not really,” you answered honestly, feeling your cheeks heat up under her gaze.

“Hmm,” Wanda mused, contemplating her next words. “Do you think about it?”

You were once again surprised by her boldness. It took you a few seconds to say something back, your mind a little fuzzy from the wine and clouded with thoughts of all the things you wanted to do with Wanda.

“Um, yeah, I suppose.” You tried to sound nonchalant, but the way Wanda was questioning you had you feeling simultaneously embarrassed and also strangely aroused.

“Is that what you think about when you think of me?” Wanda asked, smiling far too innocently.

You almost choked upon hearing her words. She couldn’t possibly know how you felt about her, could she? You felt panic rise in your chest, unsure of how to respond to her question.

“I- what do you mean?” You stuttered out, looking anywhere but directly at her.

Wanda didn’t miss a beat. “I think you know exactly what I mean, detka,” she said, her sultry tone turning you on despite how confused and anxious you felt. “I know you’ve been watching me,” she spoke again, leaning in and resting her arm on the back of the couch, her body angled towards yours. Her confession made you look up at her, worry spread across your features as she smirked. “Did you like what you saw?”

You felt your face flush with embarrassment as you froze in place. How did she know? How much had she seen? How long has she known? So many questions swirled around in your mind as she waited patiently for you to respond. You broke eye contact, unable to look her in the eyes as you lied to her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you tried, a futile attempt to save yourself from the humiliation of her knowing.

“Oh sweetheart, we’re way past lying,” Wanda cooed, letting her hand come up to brush your hair behind your ear. “You know, it’s not proper to watch someone when they’re having some alone time.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at her, shame washing over you as she spoke. “It’s a good thing I knew you were there, hm? I mean, why else would I leave the door open every night?”

You snapped your head to look at her, shock evident on your face, and Wanda bit back a chuckle at your reaction.

“You- you wanted me to see?” You whispered, your brain working overtime to process the new information. You were having a hard time grasping the concept that Wanda even knew you watched her; the fact that she had always intended for you to watch her was too much to wrap your head around.

Was it possible that Wanda really did reciprocate your feelings for her? You’d never let yourself consider it, but in some ways it did make sense. She was always so sweet and overly touchy with you, but you’d never let yourself believe that it was because she felt something for you. But then you thought back to those nights, hearing her moan your name while she touched herself, and it clicked. She did want you, just as you wanted her, and the thought made you feel like your skin was on fire.

Wanda nodded, biting her lip. “The first night wasn’t on purpose,” she explained, looking back and forth between your eyes as she spoke. “But when I realized I had an audience, well…” she trailed off, smirking. “I guess you did like what you saw, hm?” She leaned in closer, her lips ghosting the shell of your ear. “Because you kept coming back every single night to watch mommy get herself off.”

You groaned at her words and the arousal that shot through you as she said them. You fought the urge to squeeze your legs together, your core pulsing from her teasing. The name she used for herself wasn’t helping either - you weren’t expecting it, nor were you expecting the way it would make you feel.

You felt more than saw Wanda’s smirk at your reaction. “What did you like the most?” She asked, trailing featherlight kisses down your neck. “Was it the sight of me with my legs spread, my fingers working between my thighs? Or did you get off on my sounds, the way I moaned your name as I made myself feel good? Maybe it was seeing me cum, watching me fall apart on my own fingers - maybe that’s what did it for you.”

Her words were turning you on to no end and you had to hold back a whimper at how desperate you were becoming for her. You tried to nod in agreement, your breathing labored as she continued her ministrations on your neck.

“Use your words, detka,” she demanded, before sucking on your pulse point and making you shiver.

“Yes, all of it, fuck, Wanda,” you managed breathily, one hand coming up to her hair to keep her in place. She sighed against your skin, pulling back to take in the sight of you. Your eyes opened slowly and she took pride in how glossy they were, your pupils dark with desire. You already looked ruined and she’d barely done anything yet.

Her gaze flicked down to your lips briefly and your breath caught in your throat at the action. She cupped your cheek, stroking it with her thumb. “Can I kiss you, sweetheart?”

“Please,” you breathed out, no longer worried about her knowing how badly you wanted her.

She smiled before leaning in, so slowly that the anticipation was almost painful. Although tempted to just close the distance, you didn’t dare move, practically shaking at the first brush of her lips against yours.

Kissing Wanda was everything and nothing like what you’d expected. Her lips were impossibly soft as they moved hesitantly against your own and it made you feel warm all over. The kiss wasn’t rough or desperate; it was tender in a way you never could’ve imagined and you could already feel yourself getting lost in it.

When Wanda deepened the kiss, you couldn’t hold back a moan. You felt her smile against your lips before kissing you harder, letting her tongue slip into your mouth. You whimpered at the feeling of her tongue against yours; it was all so hot and you knew if she touched you in that moment, you’d be wet for her.

Without breaking the kiss, Wanda moved so she was laying back against the couch, pulling you with her so you were on top of her, straddling her lap. One hand rested on the back of your neck, keeping you close, the other gripping your hip, her thumb rubbing small circles into your skin where your shirt had ridden up.

You cupped her cheek as you kissed her with more fervor, relishing in the feeling of being this close to her.

When she finally broke the kiss to catch her breath, you didn’t hesitate to move your lips to her jaw, kissing her skin as you made your way to her neck. Feeling your warm breath and eager mouth against her neck made her sigh beneath you, a breathy moan escaping her parted lips when you softly nipped at her pulse point. The sound went straight to your core and the fact that you’d been the one to make her moan this time was intoxicating in the best way - you needed to hear more.

You brought one of your hands to the hem of her shirt, teasing the skin underneath as you pulled away to look up at her. “Is this okay?” You asked, your voice shaky from nerves and arousal.

Wanda nodded beneath you and you slid your hand higher until you felt the lace of her bra against your fingertips. Wanda gasped when you cupped her covered breast and squeezed lightly, running your thumb over her nipple through the fabric. “Good girl,” she praised, her words sending a jolt of arousal through your body. She looked at you with darkened eyes and parted lips, the pure desire in her gaze almost too much for you to handle.

You brought your other hand to her chest and teased her through the fabric of her bra, soaking in all her cute little reactions to your touch, until she stopped you, pulling your hands out from under her shirt. You almost wondered if you’d done something wrong, but then she was reaching for the hem of her shirt and pulling the garment off. Her bra soon followed, leaving her bare, and you gawked at the sight of her topless beneath you.

“Fuck,” you whispered, feeling even more turned on. You practically drooled at the sight of her full breasts on display for you, her nipples hard from your teasing. She was absolutely perfect and you couldn’t wait to see all of her, to touch her everywhere, to worship her body the way you’d always dreamed about.

“You like what you see?” Wanda teased, already knowing the answer. Her cockiness only made you more aroused as you nodded dumbly. “Go ahead baby,” she encouraged. “Show me what you’ve always wanted to do to me.”

Her words emboldened you and you removed your own shirt before leaning in, capturing one of her nipples between your lips. Wanda moaned at the first touch of your tongue against her sensitive nipple, her hand coming up to the back of your head to keep you there, fingers tangling in your hair. You let your tongue caress the hardened bud, alternating between licking and sucking, drawing out more gasps and sighs from the woman beneath you.

Your hand came up to give attention to her other breast, rubbing and pinching at her stiff nipple until her breathing was labored and her hips were bucking up into you. You switched sides and continued worshipping her breasts, humming against her skin as you got lost in the way she felt underneath you.

“Fuck, Y/N, wait,” Wanda said, pulling you back from her chest and snapping you out of your haze. You looked up at her, partially worried she was going to tell you to stop entirely, but the next words from her mouth made your whole body tingle with excitement. “Take me to bed.”

The walk down the hallway was a blur, your mind still fuzzy as you stepped into her bedroom, her hand in yours keeping you grounded. She led you to her bed and crawled atop the sheets, leaning back against the pillows and pulling you on top of her once more.

She kissed you again, this time with more fervor. The addictive feeling of her lips on yours made your heart race and your underwear impossibly wetter. You kissed her back with just as much desperation, moaning against her lips when her tongue slid into your mouth. Her lips curled at that and you almost felt embarrassed, but at the same time it was turning you on even more.

Without breaking the kiss, Wanda grabbed your hand and guided it lower, not stopping until it was resting on the button of her jeans. You pulled back to take a breath and couldn’t help but admire how she looked with blown-out pupils and kiss-swollen lips.

Sensing that you were waiting for permission, Wanda broke the heated silence first. “Take them off,” she demanded, her raspy voice going straight to your core.

You bit your lip, nodding, before obeying. Her jeans came off easily and you paused for a moment to take in the sight of her. Wanda was both flattered and aroused by the way you looked at her, like you wanted to do unspeakable things to her.

She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and pushed them down slowly, teasing you. She spread her legs and watched your reaction, amused at how desperate you looked for her in that moment, your eyes glued to her pussy.

You stared longingly at her glistening sex, wanting nothing more than to bury your face in it and taste her for hours. You hardly noticed when Wanda’s fingers hooked into your belt loop, tugging lightly. “Take these off too, detka.”

Her words snapped you out of your haze and you were quick to oblige, awkwardly removing your jeans and kicking them off to the floor while she watched.

When you climbed on top of her again, kissing her with more desire than she was prepared for, she absentmindedly brought her thigh up between your legs. She gasped into the kiss when she felt how wet you were through your panties.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet,” she groaned, pecking your lips. “Did mommy make you this wet, sweetheart?”

You whined out of embarrassment, but the way she was speaking to you made you feel like you were on fire and you didn’t want it to stop. “Yes,” you murmured, feeling exposed.

“Yes what?” Wanda raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yes mommy,” you responded, giving her exactly what she wanted.

“Good girl,” she praised and you had to bite back a groan at her words. “I bet you get all wet when you watch me touch myself too, huh?”

“Yes mommy,” you answered, blushing, still feeling slightly humiliated that she knew how deeply desperate you were for her.

“Poor baby, it must’ve been so hard for you to see me like that and not be able to do anything about it, hm?” Her words were laced with faux sympathy and for some reason, it was incredibly hot. You pouted in response. “You have me now. What do you want to do to me?”

You were hesitant to tell her what you wanted, feeling shy at the thought of revealing what you’ve always imagined doing to her, but the way she was looking at you expectantly made you swallow your nerves. “I wanna taste you so bad,” you mumbled, your voice low.

“Yeah? You wanna taste mommy?” She repeated your words back to you and you could feel the heat in your cheeks from her teasing.

You nodded eagerly. “Please.”

“Oh, those manners,” Wanda purred, cupping your cheek. She leaned back against the pillows and spread her legs again, enjoying the way your eyes fell to the space between her thighs. “Go ahead baby, eat mommy’s pussy.”

You couldn’t believe what was happening - you were about to sleep with Wanda and she was encouraging you to taste her the way you could only dream about until now. You’d never done anything like this with anyone, but you were more excited and aroused than nervous at this point.

You leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the inside of her thigh, before slowly making your way to where she wanted you most. You left open-mouthed kisses along the way, worshipping every inch of her skin. You could smell her arousal and it made you feel dizzy with lust; you couldn’t wait to taste her, eager to feel her cumming in your mouth.

You looked up at her once more, seeing nothing but desire in her gaze. Just as she was about to speak, to tell you to stop teasing, you dove in, licking a long stripe up her pussy, collecting her arousal on your tongue. You moaned at the taste of her, the way her soft folds felt under your tongue, the way she was dripping for you, and she gasped at the feeling of your hot mouth on her sensitive cunt.

When you wrapped your lips around her clit and sucked, Wanda couldn’t hold back a loud moan, her hips bucking slightly from the sudden stimulation. You alternated between sucking on her clit and flicking your tongue over it, drawing out more delicious moans from the woman beneath you. You could’ve gotten off on her sounds alone, but you nearly came right then and there when you looked up and saw her face contorted in pleasure, her eyebrows scrunched up and her lips parted as she panted beneath you.

She smiled when you made eye contact with her, humming in pleasure as you ran your tongue over her clit once more. “Mmm, fuck, you’re doing so good, sweetheart, so good for mommy,” she managed, the praise only making you more needy.

You doubled down on your efforts, determined to make her come undone. You groaned when Wanda began grinding her pussy into your mouth, her hips unable to stay still. She was practically fucking your face and you wouldn’t have had it any other way. You already knew that watching her take her pleasure was enough to ruin you, but this was something else entirely.

You moaned into her pussy when she gripped your hair, not hard enough to hurt but firmly enough to guide your movements, and continued the rhythm of her hips as she chased her orgasm. She looked so sexy getting lost in her pleasure and you couldn’t help but feel close to your own orgasm at the sight.

She tasted so fucking good too and despite the subtle ache in your jaw, you wanted to stay like this forever, trapped between her strong thighs as you lapped at her dripping cunt.

“Fuck, I’m so close, you’re doing so good,” she moaned, her voice breathy and higher in pitch. Her clit throbbed under your tongue as she approached the edge, her legs shaking around your head.

With one final swipe of your tongue, Wanda reached her peak, her back arching as waves of pleasure racked her body.

Pushing her over the edge only made you fall apart with her, a guttural moan leaving your lips as the coil within you snapped. It was short but intense and you could only grip Wanda’s thighs harshly as you rode it out.

Her hips continued to grind against your mouth and you didn’t stop eating her out, desperate to keep having her like this. You eagerly lapped up her wetness, groaning at the taste of her cum as she moaned and writhed beneath you.

You helped her ride out the aftershocks, keeping your mouth on her as long as you could. Even as she was coming down from her orgasm, you didn’t stop running your tongue through her, leaving tender kisses along the reddened skin of her overstimulated cunt.

Wanda’s grip on your hair loosened as she caught her breath, her hips jerking a little when you hit a particularly sensitive spot. She ran her fingers through your hair softly, looking down at you between her legs with lust and adoration in her eyes. “Come here,” she beckoned, smiling when you reluctantly pulled away from her center and crawled up to meet her at the head of the bed.

She leaned in to kiss you hard, letting her tongue swipe into your mouth and humming at the taste of herself. You kissed her back desperately, hungrily, as if having your first taste of her only made you want more - which was true.

She finally broke the kiss, panting, and cradled your face in her hand. “You did so good for your first time, detka,” she praised, leaning forward to whisper her next words in your ear. “You made mommy cum so hard.”

A subtle whimper escaped you at her words and she smirked. “So cute like this, all desperate for me.” She bit her lip as she admired how ruined you looked for her. “What do you need, baby?”

“Can you go again?” You blurted out, trying not to feel embarrassed at how eager you sounded.

Wanda’s eyes widened the slightest bit at your question, not expecting you to already want to make her cum again, especially when you hadn’t been taken care of. “What about you?”

Heat rose to your cheeks. “I- um, I already…” You trailed off, feeling embarrassed.

Wanda’s eyes lit up with realization and you wished you could hide from her when you noticed her lips curling into a cocky smile. “Yeah? You came just from eating mommy out?” You nodded almost shamefully, your breath catching in your throat when Wanda leaned in closer, her lips brushing against yours. “That’s so fucking hot.”

Any embarrassment you felt in that moment quickly dissipated. Wanda loved the effect she had on you and the fact that she found it attractive only made you more confident in your desire for her.

Before you could formulate a response, her mouth was on yours again, kissing you ravenously and without restraint. You kissed her back with just as much passion, certain that nothing in life would ever feel as good as being with her like this.

Your thigh came up between her legs, pressing against her center, and she gasped into the kiss. The feeling of her soaked cunt against your bare skin made your head spin and you broke the kiss to mumble against her lips. “Sit on my face.” It was less of a demand and more of a request, your eyes pleading as you looked into hers. “Please.”

“So fucking eager,” Wanda said with amazement, the words breathy as she spoke them.

She quickly flipped your positions so that she was on top, her soft thighs straddling your midsection, her wet pussy grazing your bare stomach as she helped you get comfortable against the pillows. You reached for the backs of her thighs, encouraging her to come closer.

Soon her thighs were on either side of your head and you were practically buzzing with excitement for what was to come.

“Tap my thigh three times if you need to stop.” Those were the last words you heard before she lowered her pussy onto your mouth with a moan of satisfaction.

Wanda came several more times before the night was over. She guided you on how she liked to be touched and you were more than happy to do whatever she wanted. You fell apart once more on her thigh while you fucked her with your fingers, getting off on her moans and the way she looked in the throes of pleasure.

Wanda’s body practically melted into the mattress after her final orgasm of the night, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Once she recovered, she didn’t hesitate to cuddle up next to you, holding you close.

If you weren’t so tired, you would’ve asked her what this meant to her. Your feelings ran deeper than just sex, but you weren’t sure if hers did too. You tried not to worry about it, instead focusing on the way her body felt against yours, her soft breaths tickling your neck as she rested. You eventually drifted off to sleep, surrounded by her warmth and her scent.

When you were woken up the next morning by Wanda touching herself next to you, you could only wonder what you’d gotten yourself into - not that you were going to complain of course.

[sheepandgoatt]

unrequited love

Stepmom!wanda x reader

warnings: cheating, angst, hurt comfort, top reader, bottom Wanda, mommy kink, stepcest, outside sex, fingering, w receiving, unrequited, yearning.

The chill of the night air attacks her exposed skin, stinging her cheeks and casting a pink hue in its wake to match to the one already formed on her nose. Two fingers limply hold onto a cigarette half burned. The buzz soothing the ache of her melancholic heart just barely.

Warm smoke blows from her lips with a shaky exhale and dances with the winter air. Losing the battle, it fades from existence. The tiny war—a reflection of the one in her heart. 

It’s well past midnight. Well past the hour your father’s shift ends. Second time happening this week. His hollow explanations fall into nothing but the web of his deceit—certainly not reaching her ears. She’s not stupid. 

No, she isn’t.

So what is she? Or, what is she not? What holds back her potential to be the only possessor of his love. What does the other woman have Wanda lack?

 Her fingertips tingle with something other than the cool night air. Her eyes threaten to water. Taking a deep breath in through her nose, she attempts to ground herself as the emotions in her mind shift rapidly. Clashing against one another just to come to the same conclusion. 

She isn’t enough.

Ashes fall from her cigarette and onto the ground. Long forgotten about as she dissociates from the outside world. Stuck inside of her head. Thoughts of feeling either betrayed, or guilty fight against one another. Her eyes stare at nothing as she reflects on her desolate marriage. A frown worn on her lips. Fingers peel at the dry skin beside her nails. 

So distracted, she doesn’t hear the back door slide open, or your feet moving across the pavement in reach of her. 

The sight of her sitting out this late while it’s freezing startles you. Her stillness worries you, considering how low the temperature is and how you can barely contain your own shivers. 

“Mama?” She doesn’t notice your presence until you place your hand on her shoulder. Her shoulders jump lightly from surprise before she turns her neck backwards to meet your worried eyes. 

You’re met back with her glossy eyes. Her face holding a dejected look on it before she smiles at you. A futile attempt to hide her emotions. You already saw all you needed. “Why are you up so late?” She asks you.

“Why are you?”

Wanda breathes out of her nose before attempting to think of an excuse. You don’t let her though, before she can let out word. Your thumb comes down to rest on her cheek. Her exhale turns into a sigh as she leans into your hand.

Wanda had married your father during your senior year. They seemed to get along well. Love written over both their faces. You were happy for your father, and Wanda was so sweet. Always checking on you when you got distant and attempted to isolate yourself. You learned as a child that seeking comfort wasn’t something to be satisfied in this family. So you picked up habits that you thought were beneficial, but Wanda showed you otherwise. 

Teaching you that over criticizing yourself by over analyzing situations only caused more stress. She was a shoulder that you could cry on and her arms were always open to hold you. It was only fair that you reciprocated the same to her. You wanted to.

Her skin was cold against your hand. A frown takes shape on your lips as you look down at her, watching as she desperately tries to seek solace in you. Your knees bend as you move to sit on her lap. Moving your arms up to wrap around her, your hand reaches to cradle the back of her head. You hug her against you, trying to provide comfort and warmth.

Even though she hasn’t said anything as to what could be the cause of her tears, you felt as though you already knew. It’s almost 2AM and your father still hasn’t come home yet. It wasn’t difficult to put two and two together. Seeing that pitiful look on her face immediately tugged at your heart strings, because you also knew the pain of unrequited love.

Over time, your feelings for Wanda developed into something more than how a stepdaughter should feel. The shame you held every time your heart leaked at the sight of her ate you up throughout the years, though you couldn’t help it. You never got to experience having a nurturing maternal figure in your life. You couldn’t help that your heart turned something so sickly sweet into a romance fantasy. Every time you remembered your place your heart ached with helplessness. Your body exhausted from the constant build up, only to be met with nothing.

The tip of her nose is against your neck as she nestles herself in your thick curls, attempting to heat her face back up. Warm breath blows against your neck tickling you. That familiar warmth spreads around inside of your chest as you hold her. 

Your hand is nestled behind her hair resting on the back of her neck. Your thumb moves back and forth across the freckles that rest on the side of her face. A faint smell of cigarettes still in the air.

You feel her breath begin to slow against you as her shoulders relax. Her hand on your side tightens around your jacket as she pulls you in closer. 

The two of you stay positioned like this for a minute before she decides that she’s gathered a good enough excuse to express her fabricated heartache. Though all words die on her tongue when she lifts her head up and is met with yearning etched all over your face, her breath pauses.

 The desire written on your face unknowingly fills a hole inside her. She watches as you attempt to neutralize your expression, but she has already been affected. Warmth begins to blossom in her lower tummy. Her fingers, gripped around your jacket falters lightly as she contemplates her next actions.

The warm breath that was once on your neck is now blowing across your lips making the ache inside of you grow greedier. 

Wanda bites her lip in worry laced with desire. Seeing you here before her—available and wanting her—causes confusing feelings to swell inside of her. Her fresh wounds making her think irrationally. She makes the mistake of looking down to your lips. Rising her desire for you.

You move your hand from behind her neck, brushing hairs out of her face and tucking it behind her ear before flattening your palm against her face. Your chest aches with love as you look into her big green eyes. You could swear that they were plucked straight from the Ophanim. This close, you count every freckle and study each curve and dip of her features. Her eyes watch as yours move across her face in admiration, suddenly feeling too warm inside of her coat.

Your eyes lock onto her lips before looking back up to her eyes.  “..Please.. let me take care of you..” you whisper. She doesn’t protest so you take that as a sign to lean forward. 

Once your lips meet your entire body tingles.   Your fingers shake slightly against her face. You could stay here with her like this forever. The both of you stay still for a moment before Wanda begins to move her lips against yours and you follow. 

Your heart patters quickly against your chest almost uncomfortably as your desires finally came true. Tightening her hand on your jacket, once again, she pulls you in closer. You turn your head to the side for better access to her lips before moving lower to trail kisses along her jaw. When you reach the sensitive spot behind her ear she lets out a breathy moan.

You relish her every reaction.  Her presence alone turns you on. I guess you can say that she is your kink. You don’t want to do anything if it’s not with her. Nothing has ever made you feel the way that she does, and nothing could ease the ache that she causes. Not even you.

Even when you try to touch yourself late at night to the thought of her. A futile attempt at soothing the hunger inside of you. Nothing could ease that ache. No dirty fantasy with her involved, or technique you used to rub against your aching clit could ever be enough. For it wasn’t lust that made your body react in ways no one else could make you. It was her. Her soothing voice that sings you to sleep when you’re having trouble. Her delicate hands that’s touched you everywhere it’s allowed.

No, it wasn’t lust. It was love.

You needed her beneath you, panting and whimpering for you like she is right now. You trail your kisses down her neck. licking and biting at places along the way. You pause, your lips still against her throat as your breaths pant out. It’s your turn now to tickle her with breaths against her neck. You lift your other hand and place it on her lower stomach. 

“Please”

Your voice breaks the trance that you casted upon her, lifting her head back up right, she turns to face you. She’s so close to you that your noses almost touch. You look so beautiful like this. She brings a hand to your head, petting at your hair before she moves it to cup your cheek. Her eyes search yours. A loving smile forming on her lips. Her thumb moves back and forth against your cheek as she watches your eyes. Wide, and focused only on her.

Her hand comes to rest on top of yours. A faint puff of white air escapes her mouth and grazes past your face as she whispers, “Show mommy how much you love her.”

With that, you quickly straighten your back and begin to un button her jeans. You lift yourself up so that she can pull them down, enough for you to have easier access to her center. You move your hand to her covered center, smiling at how wet she is. Her warmth makes your finger tips tingle with anticipation.

The pressure of your fingers on her cunt spreads warmth all throughout her body, though it’s not nearly enough. “Y/n please-“ 

“Mh Mh” you shush her. “You just sit there for me and let me do all the thinking.”  You lean in and kiss her lips before murmuring “let me be the one to comfort you this time mama. You’ve done enough.” 

Wanda holds down her anticipation. Her head moving forward on its on to meet your lips. You kiss her as your fingers slide up and down against the smooth material of her underwear before moving your hand underneath it. She sighs against your mouth at the contact. You circle your fingers on her clit. Her pussy is so wet and slippery. 

Circling her pussy, you study her reactions to figure out what makes her feel the best.  Her tongue enters your mouth and causes you to moan. You keep rubbing her cunt before going lower to tease at her entrance. 

“Please y/n, I need you so bad..” she whimpers against your lips. Deciding that she has had enough. You finally enter her with two fingers. Warm gummy walls wrap around your fingers. She’s so hot and tight around you, like she was made especially for you. You pull your fingers out before pushing them back in, feeling her squeeze around you once again. Wet sounds starts filling the night air. Accompanied by hushed moans and heavy breaths from the both of you. 

“You’re so warm mama” , “Is your pussy aching all for me mommy?” You tell her between kisses. Brows furrow as her bottom lip get pulled between her teeth, she nods. 

She wonders back to thoughts of your father. Wondering who he’s fucking and if the woman managed to make him feel as good as she feels right now. Before she feels you shove your fingers in her exceptionally hard, reminding her of who’s inside of her. She’s surrounded by you. You, on top of her. You, inside her. Your breath mingling with hers. She squeezes her eyes shut and nods rapidly. High pitch moans breathlessly confess, “Yes y/n, only you. I only want you” 

Heat waves wash through your body at her words. Words you’ve been yearning to hear for years. Hearing them now with her pussy squeezing down on your fingers and her saliva coating your tongue. You can’t help the excitement that you feel. But you don’t let yourself get too happy. You know that it’s probably not true. Words spoken out of emotional conflict.

Her moans start to get louder so you know she’s close. You stand, your fingers still buried deep in her cunt and move to face in front of her. Bending your back down, you take your other hand and grab at her panties to tug it down. Using that same hand, you place it one her aching pussy and start to rub her with quick circles.  

Wanda’s body feels like it’s electrified. Her legs begin to shake and so does her moans. Her palms open and close around the arm of the chair she’s seated in as she squeezes her eyes shut. She hears you hum disapprovingly before ordering her to open her eyes. 

“I want you to watch me while I make you cum”

All she can do is whine and moan as she feels her orgasm approaching. Her legs begin to tense up as her nipples harden against her jacket before a wave of heat washes throughout her entire body. Her toes curl inside of her shoes as she moans out your name. You keep fucking her. Helping her ride out her orgasm. Relishing in the way that her cunt quivers around your fingers.

Once she’s gathered her senses back. She desperately reaches for your face and pulls you in for a loving kiss. “Thank you so much sweetheart. Mommy loves you so much.” She tells you through kisses. “You’re such a sweet girl” her lips meets yours again before pulling back and saying, “my sweet girl.”

lazy ending because I got tired