Warnings: Omegaverse, Alpha!Wanda, Omega!Reader, knotting, marking, reader has powers I'm just being unclear about it, smut
Words: 3,801
Kinktober Masterlist
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“Gather around students, the visit is about to start!”
Someone shoved you on their way to the front of the queue, totally ignoring your yelp of pain as they dug their elbow into your side. An alpha, judging by their too proud sent, and the sneer they sent your way.
“Watch yourself, omega!”
You wanted to say something in your own defense, stand up for yourself and knock the alpha down a few pegs , but your inner omega begged you not to start a fight right now. She had been extra fidgety though since the bus brought you here, on her guard. So you bent your head low in submission, and the alpha was on their way. Your professor didn’t say anything, he never did. Not when someone insulted you in his class, much less in the hallway and even less now.
It must have something to do with your unnervingly golden eyes, you thought. Or the way sometimes when someone was being extra mean to you and you were feeling in the mood to retaliate sharp claws would appear at the end of your fingers.
Nonetheless, you followed the group. This was an opportunity some people would die for, to visit the famous Avengers Compound and hope for a glimpse of one the heroes defending your world. You’d heard some of your classmates bragging that they could take down the Black Widow if she was weaponless, or even the Scarlet Witch herself. Idiots, the lot of them. As if two of the most powerful alphas in the world would bend so easily .
“Remember students, we’re here as visitors and representatives of our university, so behave,” the professor’s voice echoes in the hall, his eyes falling upon you. “Especially you. We don’t want you ruining things for others.”
“Yes professor.”
A few people snickered at your expense but you ignored them, for once. As soon as you stepped foot inside the building your inner omega started freaking out, pacing in anticipation like something big was about to happen. It sure did smell amazing in there, not what you would expect of the Avengers’ home. It smelled warm, like a toasty marshmallow put inside a hot chocolate you’d drink in front of the chimney on a cold winter day, with notes of vanilla and a hint of something you couldn’t quite describe. Something strange, something…magical.
The first stop was inside Tony Stark’s lab, where the fifteen of you plus your professor piled in, watching silently as the billionaire and the Hulk -Bruce- explained what they were doing. Currently they were working on adding some modifications to one of the Avengers’s suit, and the scent you’ve been smelling since coming here was stronger somehow now. It was making you dizzy and your omega was loosing her mind.
“Wanda asked us to add a few layers of protection to her suit, in case she were to loose focus and accidentally fall to her death,” Tony Stark says while laughing, but the words were no laughing matter to your omega. It appalled you even, and your scent must’ve shown your distress because the beta looked right at you. “It was a joke, she didn’t exactly say it like that.”
You blushed at being singled out, but flinched by the warning glare your professor sent your way.
“Why does she need more protection?” One of the cockier alpha in your class asks, one whose parents had the kind of money you could only dream of. “If she is as powerful as everyone is saying, she shouldn’t need this!”
“It’s a precaution you idiot!” You surprised yourself by talking out loud, voice laced with venom. You could feel your fingernails sharpen, your eyes tingling like they do when they start to glow. “Everyone needs protection, you can’t always rely on your powers if you have them. What if someday they’re gone when you need them the most?”
“Precisely, miss?”
Tony was looking at you, intrigued by your display, but you were back to looking at the floor, ashamed by your outburst.
“This is y/n, one of my students,” you heard your professor say, his disgust at you well hidden behind a learned mask of politeness. “She’s an omega, one who doesn’t know how to keep their mouth shut.”
“Ah, but she does make a good point,” Tony says as he walks to you. You can feel his hand hovering over your shoulder, the hesitation. “She’s right, of course. No one more than I know that you cannot always rely on your powers or equipment, back up plans are a must. Good job y/n.”
You blink, warmth gone from your eyes, and nod in thanks to the billionaire.
‘’Right, so I think your next stop awaits,’’ Tony claps his hands as he goes back to the suit, Wanda Maximoff’s suit. ‘’We’ve set up a little area for you where some of the Avengers agreed to show you some fighting moves, a training course if you will.’’
‘’Thank you Mr Stark, that’s very kind of you,’’ your professor says as he ushers the first few students out of the lab. ‘’We’ll be sure to tell everyone how generous you were, some people would die to spare with any of you!’’
‘’Oh, no need to thank me,’’ Tony lets out while fiddling with his tools. He puts away the suit he and Bruce had been working on, and suddenly your mind is clear. ‘’Just try not to actually get killed by Natasha. She’s the one who volunteered to show you some of her tricks, but she does hate overconfident younger alphas. So please, reign your students in professor.’’
Your teacher blanches at the hidden threat, and all of you are on your way. The lab’s door closes behind you, and once more you’re hit with the same intense smell from before. You stumble in your step, almost bumping into one of your classmate, but you manage to prevent your own fall at the very last second. No one notices, of course, as they’re all focused on what is happening in front of them.
The only reason you even realize you’ve stepped into another room is because your inner omega is screaming inside your head, urging you to push everyone aside, to go see what they’re looking at. The scent is even worse here, coating the walls, clinging to the floor, it’s all over the place. You can hear the sound of two people fighting -sparring- in front of you, but you’re too busy trying to actually understand what your omega is saying to concentrate on it like everyone else. Your body is getting warmer by the second, you can feel your fangs poke your lips, your eyes glowing…And then, as people seem to move in front of you, clarity.
Mate. Mate is here.
The realization hits you just as a loud growl reverberates in the room. You look up, startled, to see the famous Black Widow struggling to hold her teammate in place, and the sight is near enough to bring you to your knees.
‘’My apologies, for…this,’’ Natasha Romanoff says as she yanks on her friend’s arm, urging her to get a grip of herself. ‘’But Wanda here has a lot of pent up energy to relieve. She can be…overwhelming, at times.’’
‘’No no no, it’s quite alright you don’t need to justify yourself,’’ your professor turns to you while saying this, unaware of the green eyes tracking his movements. One look at the state of you is all it takes for a warning growl to come from him, and for your knees to buckle under you. ‘’I told you to reign in your freak, they’re going to throw us out you little-‘’
Another loud growl, the same as before, stops your professor before he can finish. The sweet scent you’ve been smelling quickly turns sour with anger, and before you can even consciously think about it you start to release soothing pheromones to calm down your mate. Wait-
Eyes up, she’s here! Mate is here!
You smell her approach before you can even see her. The scent that’s been making you dizzy since arriving for the visit comes closer than ever, your nose twitching from the sweetness of it, and before you know it a steady purr starts in your chest.
Goddamnit y/n look up!
And you do. The warmth inside you that’s slowly starting to get uncomfortable intensifies as you finally meet the eyes of the one you’ve been waiting for. Her green eyes are absolutely hypnotizing, and given the chance you could spend an entire day looking into them and you know you wouldn’t get bored. Her toned arms also look like the perfect place to sink your teeth in…
Wanda chuckles and you’re suddenly reminded that your mate, your mate of all people is a mind reader. And she totally heard what you’ve just thought about her. Including how hot she looks now glaring at your professor.
“I wasn’t aware that professors were allowed to bully their students these days,” Wanda appears calm, but her scent says otherwise. No one seems to understand what has happened, the bond that’s been unearthed, except for Natasha Romanoff. She’s looking at you knowingly as you track her teammate’s movements. “You have approximately ten seconds to apologize to y/n.”
“But why-“
“She’s her mate you imbecile,” Natasha shouts as Wanda lowers one finger for each second that passes. “And you’ve just insulted her. Do you have a death wish?”
“But I didn’t-“
“Five, four,” Wanda continues to count, her eyes dangerously glowing a deep red color only her can seem to pull off. “I’ve yet to hear an apology. Two, o-“
“WAIT! No no no, I’m sorry,” your professor pleads, and he actually gets down on his knees. “I didn’t know she was your mate, she didn’t tell us anything!”
“Am I to understand that you make it a habit to belittle all your students then?” Wanda asks, knowing the truth already. Your surface thoughts were very telling. “Or is it because she’s an omega, and by the looks of it the only one in your class?”
Silence. Your professor looked white as a sheet, unable to form a single word. But Wanda didn’t need to hear what he had to say, she knew already.
“Listen to me and listen to me very clearly,” Wanda growls while her hands lit up with her powers. “You and your entire class will gather your things and leave. Immediately.”
“But my students haven’t even-“
“What? Done anything?” Wanda’s tone is mocking as she eyes your classmates, none of them willing to aid your teacher. “That’s precisely the problem. I know all about the constant verbal abuse my omega’s been subjected to by her peers, how unfair you’ve treated her because of what? Her differences?”
“How do you even know that?”
“I’m a mind reader dear, I can hear every single one of your thoughts,” Wanda looks around, head tilted to the side. The purr inside your chest gets stronger, now loud enough for even those outside the room to hear. “Now run along. Before I make you.”
You would be laughing at the way everyone flees like their butts are on fire, but your mind is so fuzzy, your inner omega continually chanting your mate’s name, that you ignore them. You ignore everyone that isn’t Wanda. Your skin is on fire by the time she turns to you, and the way she tilts her head again leaves you whimpering for something you’ve never had before.
“Hello darling, are you alright?” Wanda asks you, slowly approaching you like you would a scared animal. Natasha is long gone by now, the room devoid of the famous Black Widow. “It’s just me y/n, just the two of us.”
“I-you’re, you’re my…” it’s a struggle to form a full sentence, your throat dry, your purrs intensifying as Wanda gets closer to you. “Mate. You’re my mate.”
“Indeed I am, and it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, my omega.’’
You could sob at the sweet tone Wanda’s using to talk to you, how careful she approaches you so as not to startle you, but for a few seconds now all your cloudy mind can focus on is the slick gathering in your underwear. The scent of your arousal permeates the air, and you can see the moment Wanda catches a whiff of it. Her jaw ticks, her eyes twitch, and her entire body freezes with a control a few Alphas would be capable off. Shit.
You should’ve seen the signs, how your temperature rose as time went on, how uncomfortable the clothes on your skin made you feel, how dizzy your were just smelling your mate’s scent…
‘’Y/n, did you come here knowing that you were in heat?’’ Wanda asks you, and your eyes widen as you start to think that your mate believes you came here willingly to attract attention, to find someone to fulfill your needs. It couldn’t be further from the truth, and you whine in distress as your inner omega thinks you already fucked up with your alpha. And Wanda, her eyes scanning your face, heard everything. Including how you started having all the symptoms you’ve been having only when you entered the compound. ‘’Oh, baby did I trigger it?’’
‘’…I think you might have, yeah,’’ you admit as your hands fiddle with the hem of your hoodie. There’s a clear rip sound and you look down to see your claws -yes, claws- have ripped holes into your t-shirt, and your hoodie is hanging off your shoulders, in tatters. ‘’Nooo, this was my favorite!’’
‘’I could buy you a new one,’’ Wanda suggests tentatively. You look up at her through your tears, a satisfied purr leaving your body. ‘’I mean, only if you want to, of course. I don’t want to assume or anything-‘’
‘’I would love that, thank you Alpha!’’
In hindsight, maybe going all koala bear and wrapping yourself around your newly found mate while going into heat might not have been the brightest idea you’ve ever had in your entire life. You were pretty sure Wanda was giving herself brain damage with how hard she was clenching her teeth, trying to keep her hands to herself and be respectful. You were unconsciously rubbing your soaked panties on her stomach and she was desperately trying not to fuck your brains out without having a proper conversation first. When did you even take off your pants?
‘’Y/n, please slow down,’’ Wanda tries to warn you, huffing in slight annoyance as she fails to detach you from her. You were too busy giving Wanda’s neck a few open mouth kisses to even bother listening to her. ‘’At least let me transport us somewhere other than a very public use space?’’
You purr in approval, too far gone and happy to keep doing what you are doing. You feel weightless for less than a second before you find yourself unceremoniously thrown on top of a bed, your breath catching in your throat as you see Wanda slowly unbuttoning her shirt.
‘’I can smell your arousal from here,’’ Wanda says, almost done with her shirt’s buttons. You whine, impatient. ‘’You’re going to make my life a living hell, aren’t you?’’
‘’Maybe,’’ you whisper, cheeky grin lighting up your face. A squeal leaves your lips as you get dragged to the edge of the bed by your feet, your legs automatically wrapping around your mate’s waist. ‘’Are you mad about it?’’
‘’Not at all y/n,’’ Wanda whispers right into your ear, and in the snap of her fingers your clothes disappear alongside hers. You can’t help your eyes from straying, and fuck she’s big. ‘’Like what you see?’’
In lieu of answering you tug Wanda closer by the back of her neck and crash your lips against hers, not even fighting her for dominance when the kiss deepens. Her touch soothes you, your omega squealing with joy, but it is not what you crave, what you need. You trail a hand down Wanda’s naked chest, a clear path in mind. Your alpha lets you do what you want, a deep growl coming from her when you wrap your hand around her cock to guide her to your entrance. The tip is barely in that you’re already clenching around nothing, arching your back and moving your hips forward in hopes that your mate understands the message.
‘’You have no idea how hard it is not to loose control and completely ruin you,’’ Wanda groans as she slowly slides her cock inside you. You whine, wanting more of her in, but your alpha stops halfway. ‘’Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me. So wet.’’
‘’More, please I need more,’’ your skin is like an uncontrollable inferno, beads of sweat covering every inch of it, and the more Wanda teases you by not giving you what you want, the more slick runs out of your pussy. ‘’Alpha please, it hurts. Need you to fuck me!’’
‘’That bad?’’ Wanda teases you again, in in one smooth motion she finally slides the rest of her cock in. She stays there, still for a few moments, staring at you as you move your hips and try to fuck yourself on her cock. ‘’This heat is really kicking your ass, my poor little omega.’’
‘’Yes, yours!’’
You don’t think you’ve ever felt this good before. Not even your poor attempt at relieving yourself when you had to live through previous heats could compare to this. Wanda expertly ruts into you, her teeth grazing your neck, almost breaking the skin and you whine for her to go on, your scent urging her to do what every bonded pair inevitably does. As it was established, Wanda doesn’t need you to speak. She can hear your thoughts very well, her mind full of your inner voice chanting her name, begging her to bite, to claim.
You let your head fall to the side, arching your neck in invitation, your scent luring in your Alpha. The message couldn’t have been more clear even if you tried. It might be your heat talking, because who would beg their mate to mark them on their first heat together (as if you were the first to ever do it)? Nonetheless, Wanda does kiss her way around your scent gland, leaves more than a few hickeys in her wake, and bites down. Hard. Your vision goes white as you come undone, your claws digging into Wanda’s back who doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by it as she keeps fucking you through your orgasm, even somehow bites down harder and then you come. Again.
‘’That’s my good girl, my good little omega,’’ Wanda growls into your neck, licking the mating mark she proudly bit into you. Your pussy squeezes around her cock at the praise, and you whine for her to keep going. ‘’Yeah? You like that? My omega?’’
‘’Yours, all yours!’’ You cry out and it’s your turn now to nuzzle your way around your alpha’s neck, feeling her tense above you. You feel something bigger than her cock push against your entrance, and your inner omega goes wild. ‘’Keep going alpha, need you to knot me so bad!’’
‘’What a needy little omega, already came twice and still you want more?’’ Wanda mocks you even as she continues to wreck you. Her thrusts come hard and slow, her cock hitting that spot deep inside you that makes you see stars, and you’re all too happy to keep your head in her neck. Your fangs hurt with the need to bite her just as she did you. ‘’You want my knot omega? Want me to pump you full of my seed?’’
‘’Please Wanda, please!’’ You cry out, one of your teeth breaking your alpha’s skin. Her scent is drawing you in, like a moth to a flame, and soon enough it’s your turn to bite, to mark. Het knot slides right in your pussy, locking you two together, and as you bite harder, needing to have your mouth full of her, you both come. Your slick and her cum stay buried in your pussy, and the feeling of being so full, of Wanda suddenly biting down on your mating mark, again, makes you come for the fourth time. ‘’Fuckfuckfuck!’’
One week later, after days spent being taken care of -fucked- by your Alpha, you finally come out to see the light of day. Wanda insists on dragging you to breakfast, stating that you need proper nutrients and that you need to meet her pack, her family, now that you two are bonded. You demand that she carry you, because your legs still don’t work properly and in your own defense Wanda really did a number on them, fucking you for hours with her cock, with her mouth…
You feel a pinch on your inner thigh and you know your scent must’ve reflected the dirty thoughts you were having. It’s a warning you head, and not too soon as Wanda steps into the kitchen where you immediately feel dozens of eyes upon you. The scents are unfamiliar, except maybe for three of them which you know belong to Bruce, Tony and Natasha. Wanda nudges your chin up from where you’re hiding in her neck, forcing you to at least look at everyone instead of giving in to the temptation to bite down on her mating mark, again.
‘’Everyone, this is y/n. She’s my mate,’’ Wanda announces with pride, and you blush as everyone greets you with surprising warmth. You are a stranger to them after all, but these people see you clinging to one of their own and already accept you. ‘’And you better be nice to her, or else!’’
‘’Or else what little witch?’’ The one you recognize as Sam, or the Falcon as he was known by the general public, taunts as he comes closer to the two of you. Either he doesn’t hear the warning growl Wanda emits, or the beta simply thrives on living in danger. One does not approach a newly mated omega without their alpha’s permission. ‘’You’re going to hex us?’’
You don’t like the tone he’s using, and you deliberately let your fangs and claws out, something you’ve learned to actively control somewhere between all the fucking you did with Wanda. Your eyes shine gold in warning and you can feel Wanda growl in approval.
‘’I could, but she might kick your ass first.’’
And you know, you’re going to like it just fine here. After answering all the missed calls and text messages from your university and family, of course.
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The morning sun filters in through the crack in the curtains. You can feel as a breath tickles the back of your neck. Slowly you blink your eyes open. The arms wrapped around you tighten as you're pulled in closer. “Good morning dorogaya.” Nat’s morning voice deep with sleep whispers in your ear. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face.
“Mmm morning Natty.” You mumble your hands moving to Nat’s. Her hands caressing your pregnant belly. Since she found out that you’re pregnant with hers and Wanda’s pups she has been absolutely obsessed with your belly. None of you expected that after your first heat with the alphas that you would become pregnant. Nonetheless you’re all excited to grow the pack and your family.
Wanda was sent on an early morning mission leaving just the two of you. So as you lay in bed, the closeness of your other alpha brings a calmness to the room. You look at the clock on the bedside table and see that it’s nearly 9am. “Shit.” You move to try and get out of Nat’s hold but her hold tightens on you. You need to get to the bakery. With the pups coming in the future you need to prepare some new staff for your impending leave. “Natty, I need to get up.”
Nat’s hands caress your swollen stomach more as she nuzzles into your shoulder. “Oh come on detka stay in bed with me.” You feel her hands wandering more and can tell her desire is growing. She moves a hand to grope at your breasts and a breathy moan tumbles from your lips. “I know you want to stay mega.” She mumbles against your shoulder.
“Natty, I really have to get ready.” Your words come out as a whine. Nat pinches your nipple between her fingers. You’re breathing quickens as you push back against her. You can already feel as her cock hardens. “I-I ha-have to train new me-mega’s.” You can’t help but stutter out. Her menstrations on your body make it hard to deny the alpha.
The hand that once was on your stomach trails down slipping into the panties you are wearing. Nat’s fingers swiping at your folds. “Oh mega do you need your alpha? Hmm need my cock in your needy hole?” Nat grinds against your ass as her fingers slip between your folds. “Oh so wet for me.” You let out a whine as your resolve crumbles.
“Please Natty, I need you.” Nat smirks against the skin of your neck. She moves her hand back up to the waistband of your panties. She pushes them down around your thighs just giving her enough access before pushing her boxers down. Her hardened cock slapping against your ass. You grind back against her causing a moan to fall from the alpha’s lips.
Nat lifts your leg slightly as she lines herself up with your entrance. She slowly pushes in until she is fully sheathed inside of you, both of you letting out a groan. “Fuck still so tight mega. Perfect for my cock.” You push back grinding against her eliciting a moan from the alpha. She starts to slowly thrust her cock in and out as you push back to meet her thrust. Her hands start to wander your body lifting up the large shirt you slept in. Her hands cupping your perk breast in her hands. Fingers pinching your pebbled peaks. Moans tumbling from your lips.
As Nat thrust her hips into yours, both of your moans fill the room. You can feel as her knot begins to form slamming against your entrance with every thrust. Every thrust angled perfectly to hit that spot deep inside of you. “Mm-Mmm fuck. Fe-Feels so good.” You stutter out. Nat lazily places kisses on your shoulder and neck. One of your hands moving behind you and gripping onto Nat’s ass.
“So beautiful carrying our pups. Most perfect omega for your alphas.” Nat pants behind you as both of your orgasms grow. Her knot desperate to slip in and fill you. Your walls clamping around her length just as desperate to be filled. “Gonna fill you up detka. Having you leaking my seed all day.” Nat mumbles her thrust sloppy.
With a few more thrust Nat’s knot slips in a loud moan ripped from your throat. Your orgasm crashing over you as white hot spurts of cum paint your walls. Your walls are suffocating her cock and milking her dry. Your nails dig into her ass causing her to moan against the skin of your neck as your juices coat her cock. “So good for me.” Nat mumbles grinding against you to prolong both of your orgasms. “Good girl.”
You're both panting as Nat comes to a stop. Locked together until her knot goes down. Her hands glide back down to caress your stomach. You move to lace your fingers with hers content on your current position. “Fuck that was so good.” You're still breathing heavily as you press back into her wanting to be closer.
Nat chuckles at you. “Just a little bit ago you wanted to get out of bed.” She teases and you sigh.
“Sadly I still have to go to Natty. I don’t have a whole lot of time before the twins come.” You counter. You don’t want to leave this bed but you know you have to. You have too much to do before the pups come.
When Nat’s knot finally goes down you let her slip out of you as you crawl out of bed. Your panties are still around your tights. You go to take them off but Nat clicks her tongue causing you to stop. You look at her with curiosity. “Put them back on detka.” Her voice is low as she watches you hesitate.
“Natty, I need to go clean up before work.” Your words almost come out a whine as you question what the alpha could want. But of course Nat has a thought. One that you might not be so fond of.
Nat gets up stalking closer to you, she towers over you as you look up to her. She grabs your hips and pulls you closer. You can feel her cum is leaking out of you. “Mega pull up your panties.” You don’t argue as you do what she says. “I want you to feel as my cum leaks out of you for the rest of the day. The way it’s kept right there making you all needy for me when you get home.”
You let out a whine. “But Natty. What if others can smell it.”
Nat shushes you as she sees the desperation in your eyes. “Good.” She growls. “That lets them all know that you are mine.” You feel a shiver down your spine at her possessiveness but it’s so hot. You nod and pull them all the way up, looking up at her for approval. “Good girl.”
You go and get ready for the rest of your day. You know it is going to be long but it’s what needs to be done. You come into the kitchen where Nat has coffee in her hand and a lunch packed for you on the counter. You smile at the gesture. “Will Wands be home tonight?” You ask.
“She should be home in a couple of hours detka.” Nat rounds the counter and comes over to you, mug still in hand. She leans down kissing you cheek. “Have a good day.” Her voice gets low and sultry as a shiver runs up your spine. She smirks seeing the reaction. “You smell devine mega.”
Your feet and body ache as you make your way in the door. Dropping your bags vowing to pick them up later. You close your eyes as you take some deep breaths. “Welcome home malyshka.” Wanda’s voice fills your ears. Your eyes snap open, spotting your other alpha walking towards you with a smirk on her face. That can’t be good, you think to yourself. Especially when you’re normally greeted with a wide smile. She makes it to you, wrapping her arms around your waist. “How are you feeling sweetheart?” One of her hands moves to caress your stomach. “How are the pups?”
A wide smile spreads across your face. “We are all good.”
Wanda nods. “That’s good malyshka.” You lean into her embrace feeling all the tension in your body melting away. You bury your face in the crook of her neck, and she kisses the top of your head. “You smell delicious mega.” She mumbles. You pull away a shocked look on your face. “Natty told me all about your morning together. Bedroom now sweet girl. It’s my turn now.” You nod and make your way quickly to the bedroom.
You swing the door open but the sight in front of you has you frozen in your tracks. Nat sits in a chair in the middle of the room facing the bed. Her body is naked and tied down to the chair. Ropes wrapped around her arms and legs keeping them flush against the chair. Her boxers from this morning is being used as a gag and her cock painfully hard leaking precum. Her cheeks are tear stained as her eyes meet yours.
Wanda comes up behind you placing her hands on your hips. She slowly walks the both of you into the room and kicks the door shut. “Like what you see detka?” Wanda whispers in your ear. You nod feeling heat pull in your lower abdomen. “Natty’s poor little mind showed how desperate she was for you mega. How she made our sweet girl late for work.” She hums in your ear. Her hand traveling down and slipping into your pants and then your panties. Her fingers explore you as you gasp. “Our poor omega. Natty left you just leaking all day long. Making sure that you were all desperate for her cock again. Let's show our alpha what being desperate really is like. Hmm sweet girl, how does that sound?” She turns you around kissing you harshly. You can’t help but moan into her mouth which she gladly swallows. “You’re going to ride me.” She mumbles against your lips as you feel the cold air on your heated skin. Your nipples pebbling to harden peaks from the unexpected cold air. You can see as the red dissipates around you, knowing that Wanda used her magic.
Wanda pulls away walking to the bed. She positions herself in the middle, arms spread out with a cocky smirk on her face. Her cock standing tall and proud, precum leaking down from her tip. She beckons you over which you hastily move to. Climbing on the best you start to position yourself facing her. She clicks her tongue. “Face Natasha detka. You’re going to put on a show.”
You nod. “Yes Wands.” You murmur as you turn around locking eyes with Nat. You can see her hips twitch watching you. Your naked form makes her inner alpha go wild, desperate to get ahold of you. Wanda’s hands go to your hips and helps line you up to her cock. You slowly sink down on her. Your wetness combines with Nat’s cum making it easy for Wanda to slide in. “F-Fuck.” You gasp when your ass meets her thighs.
Though Wanda is normally able to maintain control it already starts to falter. The way your walls squeeze her tight, Nat’s desperate tear stained face looking onto the scene. How her hips slightly jerks, desperate for some relief. Wanda can’t contain herself as she starts pulling you up before pulling you back down on her cock. She thrust up to meet you.
You start to help bounce yourself on Wanda’s cock. Breathy moans escaping your lips as she fills you perfectly. Your desperation being sated as your alpha fills you. “Look at that Natty, our omega bouncing on my cock. She’s so desperate to be filled by me.” Her fingers dig into your hips. Nat starts to hump the air looking for some kind of friction, some relief. But she doesn’t find any as her eyes are trained on you. The way your breast bounce with every thrust of Wanda’s hips. How you look so beautiful with your swollen belly, pregnant with their pups. You can see the desperation in her eyes. “Detka, look how pathetic and desperate your alpha is. Her poor cock just wanting to fill you up but instead she gets to try and fuck the air while you ride my sweet cock.”
Your head falls back on Wanda’s shoulder as she thrusts up faster into you. She kisses and sucks reddish purple marks on your skin. Her fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. “F-Fuck Wands so-so good.” You stutter out. The faster you bounce the harder Wanda thrust up into you. You’re already so close to cumming and Wanda’s knot hasn’t even formed yet. “Pl-Please.”
“Aww poor omega are you already ready to cum. Hmm you want to show Natty how good I fuck you.” You frantically nod at Wanda’s words. “Go on malyshka cum all over my cock.” With another thrust Wanda hits perfectly inside of you sending you over the edge. You cum coating her cock as your walls squeeze her. Your mouth opens in a silent moan and your legs tremble. But Wanda doesn’t stop there, her thrust never faltering, riding you through your first orgasm and pushing you towards another.
Wanda’s knot finally starts to form from the way your walls suffocate her cock. The only sounds leaving your lips now are whimpers and moans. She is sending you quickly to another orgasm. “Detka look at Natty.” Wanda commands you. You snap your head back up. Your eyes raking over the form of your other alpha. You don’t know how but her cock looks even harder than before. The tip red and precum leaking all the way down her shaft. She continues humping the air wishing that you were on her cock. The tears of desperation are still falling. “Poor little Natty.” Wanda mumbles.
You gasp as a particularly hard thrust from Wanda. Nat watching how Wanda’s cock disappears into you. How her knot is growing and slamming against your entrance. Your legs tremble on either side of Wanda’s. You're both so close.
With another hard thrust Wanda’s knot slips into place. Your walls sucking her in as a low moan escaped her lips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, take it. Take all my cum mega.” She ruts up into you and sends you over the edge. You cry out as your legs tremble and you cum harder than you think you ever have. Your walls desperately sucking Wanda in and milking her. You grind down as you ride out your high before slumping back into her. She wraps her arms around you and nuzzles your neck. “Good girl.” Wanda mumbles as you both pant hard. You close your eyes, relishing in the moment as you wait for Wanda’s knot to go down.
What you don’t realize is that Wanda has released Nat from her confines; a silent conversation having happened as you try and recover. Nat stalks towards the bed, your eyes snapping open when you feel the bed dip. Your eyes meeting the desperate alpha. Wanda hooks her legs around yours keeping you spread open. Confusion crosses your face until Nat lays down between your legs. You let out a whine. “Sensitive.” But neither alpha listens. They know that if anything becomes too much that you have a safe word.
Nat’s lips wrap around your clit and sucks harshley. You try to close your legs but Wanda uses her to keep them open. You then try to reach down and push Nat away and once again Wanda stops you. You whine out as Nat’s teeth scrape against your bundle of nerves. “Shhh detka let Natty have a turn she was so good. Can you do that for me?” Wanda’s tone is sweet.
Nat swirls her tongue around causing you to buck your hips into her face. The pleasure bordering on pain. Wanda’s knot is still locking you together but that doesn’t stop the alpha. Nat moves her tongue down. Licking up your combined juices that escape. Her tongue starts to swirl around your entrance where you and Wanda are combined. The feeling makes you squirm.
But then Nat does something you didn’t expect. She starts to push her tongue in beside Wanda’s cock. The feeling becomes overwhelming the more she pushes in. You whine as you're somehow able to release one of your hands from Wanda and grip Natasha’s hair. She lets out a moan as you tug, a burning sensation spreads throughout her scalp, but she doesn’t stop pushing her tongue in, the taste of your combined cum has her acting like a starved woman.
You tug her hair harder as you moan loudly. Wanda lets your other hand go as her hands find a place on your breast. She massages them and tweaks your nipples between her fingers. Nat’s hips move against the bed as she tries to get herself off. The friction of the bed and hearing your moans has her on the edge. Her knot growing despite not being inside of you.
Though you're overstimulated you continue to grind into Nat’s face. The both of you are growing close to your release. Nat moans as her hips stutter against the bed. The vibrations send a shock of pleasure through you. Her nose presses perfectly against your clit. With a hard push of her tongue inside of you, your orgasm washes over you. You pull harshly at Nat's hair as your whole body trembles. An even more powerful orgasm shoots through you than before. “Ah-Ahhh.” You cry out your head falling back on Wanda’s shoulder. Your walls pulsing around Wanda’s length. The way your walls squeeze her knot has a few extra ropes of cum coating your insides, an unexpected orgasm for the alpha. Nat feeling you and Wanda cum against her lips has her cumming against the bed. Her hips grinding into the mattress with overwhelming pleasure.
Nat still continues trying to lick you clean as you come down from your high. The pleasure now morphing into pain has you pushing her head away. This time she lets you, leaning her head against your still shaking thigh. She places kisses on the soft flesh. You’re panting harder than before, your body feeling absolutely exhausted.
“Are you both okay?” Wanda asks behind you. One hand gently caressing your stomach the other running her fingers through Nat’s hair soothing her scalp. You let out a hmm along with Nat. “Are you sure? I didn’t take it too far?” You can hear the concern in Wanda’s voice.
You turn your head and kiss Wanda’s cheek. “I’m okay. Albeit a little sore.” You nuzzle her cheek letting her know that everything is fine. That you’re fine.
“Never better.” Nat takes Wanda’s hand in hers and gently kisses it. “That was pretty hot.” Nat’s words has you all laughing. The room grows silent as you all calm down, waiting to finally be able to move again when Wanda’s knot goes down. Nat staying between your legs, her head on your thigh keeping you grounded to both women.
When Wanda’s knot finally goes down she lets herself slip out of your abused hole. Both women are mesmerized as your combined cums leak out. It takes everything in them not to fill you up again but they know they need to let you rest.
“Come on let’s get you two cleaned up.” Wanda hums. A perfect ending to a perfect night.
Authors note:If its not obvious this is an Omegaverse (a/b/o) fic which means, Alphas have a penis
Kinks: Breeding, collaring, Quiroffillia(hands)
Word count: 1,282
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Wanda's rut is here and it’s hit her full force. As she leans against her headboard, holding her hard pulsing cock in her hand, she grunts in frustration. Her body temperature is insanely warm right now and her cock is painfully hard, it has been for hours. She's sure the only thing that will settle her is her desired Omega, her roommate Y/n.
She continues to stroke herself, though it doesn’t give her complete relief it does at least keep most of her discomfort away. It does nothing to stop her yearning for you though, and she can’t help but think of you bouncing on her cock right now, and how good that would feel. Her eyes flutter shut and her head leans back against the wall as she subconsciously whines, begging for your presence.
Out in the apartment's living room, your eyes shoot to Wanda's bedroom door. Her scent has permeated almost the entire apartment, which was making your want for her even more apparent. But accompanying her lovely scent was the scent of distress and longing. You don’t think you’d ever smelled either of those scents on the Alpha before. And as if that wasn’t enough to worry you, you could also hear her grunt occasionally. And to you, those grunts sounded like she was in pain and desperate for release.
You're startled from your thoughts by a needy whine. You shiver as you realize how much discomfort she must be in to not only release such a sound but also to do it as loudly as she has. There's only one reason an Alpha becomes so pent up during their rut and that's because they can’t have their chosen Omega. You could only hope that was you, you desperately want to help her. Make her feel better and let her claim you like you’ve wanted.
“Wanda” you call out, knocking softly. She grunts, squeezing her eyes shut as her cock throbs from just hearing your voice.
“N-not now” she calls back
You huff in annoyance, curse an Alphas stubbornness. “Wans, I can smell and hear you all the way out here”
“Oh.” she says, feeling her cheeks heat up in embarrassment, “Sorry. I…I’ll uh, take a shower or something to cool off and try to be more quiet”
“I have a better idea” you tell her, moving to unlock the two locks she has on the outside of her door to keep her confined during times like this
Panic shoots through her, “Wait! You can’t come in here right now!!”
“It's ok Alpha, be calm.” you reassure her as you slowly open the door. She quickly covers herself with her bedsheet and averts her gaze from you
Your head swirls as your senses are overwhelmed by her. It makes you so much more aware of the fact that you want to be hers. Instinctively you move closer to her and she can feel her cock throb as your scent becomes stronger, she's desperate to make the pain between her thighs subside by claiming you. She needs to make you her Omega.
“Y/n, please…I- you…you can’t be in here. You have to go.”
Your brows furrow, “But you're hurting. You need your chosen Omega so badly that I can hear and smell it Wans. That's never happened before, I’m worried.”
She lowers her head as her hands fiddle with the blanket and your eyes are immediately drawn to the many rings that she wears. “I- I’m ok, really. The feeling will pass.”
“Why does it have to?” you ask, confusing her slightly, “I mean, I don’t know if it's me so I could be making a fool out of myself right now…But if it is me, I’m right here.”
She craves to knot you and mark you, to claim you as her own so she can protect you from the world and start a family with you. And having you here admitting your want for her, this is her chance. She’d be an absolute fool to turn you away.
Her eyes finally meet yours, “It’s you. Please Omega, I want you.”
You quickly make your way over to her on the bed, pulling your shirt and pants off as you go. You practically jump into her arms and she crashes her lips against yours in a hungry kiss. As she deepens the kiss she allows you to pull the sheet from her body.
“Fuck Wans, you’re beautiful” you admit as your eyes trail over her body, “And you're so hard for me.”
She whimpers, “Please malysh(baby)…need you so badly.”
“Then what are you waiting for, make me yours.”
She quickly switches your positions, laying against the mattress beneath her as her hands claw at your bra and underwear. You watch the way her rings glimmer in the light as her fingers flex, you can’t wait to feel them exploring your body.
As soon as you're fully naked she wastes no time, lining herself up with your already slick folds and slowly pushing herself inside you. She moans in relief as you moan in pleasure and she kisses you once more as her hips begin to move.
“You feel so good malysh(baby)” she rasps out as her hands wander to your breasts. She notices the way you watch them and she can feel the effect they have on you as you clench around her cock.
She moves one to cup your face, letting her thumb caress the apple of your cheek before running it along your lips. You kiss her digit and she gently pushes it past your lips. You suck on it, purring through your moans as she continues to fuck you.
With how pent up she had been mixed with the joys of finally having you, she knows she won’t last terribly long, especially with you looking at her the way you are.
She grunts, burying her face in your neck, “My beautiful Omega. Gonna make you full with my pups.”
“You’ll take care of me right? This isn’t just your rut making you do this?” you whimper
Her hips stutter at the vulnerability in your voice, “Of course I’ll take care of you malysh(baby), I love you”
“I love you too Wand, please claim me”
Her heart soars at your admission and she can feel her knot beginning to grow. You moan as it stretches you out further, pulling her even closer by wrapping your arms around her. As soon as she locked into place her cum spills into you and you both moan as you cum, squeezing her cock even harder.
She quickly bites your scent gland and as she pulls away you bite hers. You look up at her and she smiles, “I uh, I actually have something for you. I didn’t know if I’d ever have the courage to tell you how I felt and I don’t even know if you’ll want this- ”
“Wans” you gently call, stopping her rambling by cupping her face, “Show me”
She reaches over to her bedside stand and opens the drawer, grabbing a slim box. She nervously opens it, pulling a leather collar from within. The leather is your favorite color and the ring is heart shaped.
“I know it takes a lot of trust in their Alpha for an Omega to want to be collared, but- ”
“Yes” you reply, interrupting her, “I trust you Wans, and I’d love to wear it.”
She smiles brightly before placing it around your neck, and you slowly roll your hips up into her. She moans, meeting you as best she can while still locked inside you.
Can I please request Wandanat comforting reader after waking up from a nightmare? If you are comfortable writing Alpha wandanat and omega reader even better! 🥰
Author: Stef (empyreanwritings)
I've never written A/B/O before so please be gentle on me!
The stench of your fear fills the apartment the moment the two alphas step in. They barely give each other a glance before they're storming into the bedroom.
You're wrapped in your nest, clutching the shirts they gave you just before leaving for their mission. Your eyes are closed, but the pinch in the middle of your brow and the whimpers falling from your lips tell them everything. You're having a nightmare - and it's enough to bleed into your physical self.
Wanda sits on the edge of the bed and gently coaxes you out of your slumber. She uses her powers to ease you into consciousness, but it does little good. You're gasping as you violently sit up, and she has to hold her hands out just to stop you from toppling out of the bed.
Nat moves to your other side; she knows the quickest way to calm you down is to scent you. Her arms wrap around your waist, and she nuzzles against your scent gland.
"You're okay, omega," Wanda coos as she cups your cheek with one hand. The only moves to your wrist, and she gently strokes the gland there. "You're awake now, and everything is okay."
"Nothing can hurt you here. Not with us around," Nat assures you.
You whimper but melt into their touches. Their scents flood your senses, and you can't help but feel a little calmer despite what you dreamt. If there is one thing you know is for certain, they'd never let anything hurt you. Not in a million years.
now carrying your mate's child, you ache to tell her the truth, but the quiet disapproval of her pack—and their doubts about your human nature—make the words harder to speak.
summary: mentions past sexual incourse, suggestive content (makeout session, grinding, groping), established relationship (mates), A/B/O au/dynamics (alpha!wanda/human!r), discussions of pregnancy/fertility, female alphas in this AU have dicks, fluff/hurt/comfort, this can be read as a standalone but this is pt three to her human mate (check masterlist on my page for parts 1&2)
There’s something sweet about the way she handles you, the quiet love and steady concern that seems to live in every touch. Her hands rest gently at your waist when she passes by, grounding, warm. And whenever you speak, she gives you her full attention—brows slightly furrowed, nodding along, her gaze fixed on you with an almost puppy-like focus as you ask if she could bring back more of the fruit from her village.
It’s one you’ve never seen before. Not that you don’t want to. You’ve come a long way in accepting all of this—her world, her people, the life tied to them. Curiosity lingers, soft and patient. You've been there once, but you were kept hidden. You've not truly met those in her pack.
But every time her village comes up, something shifts.
She shrugs it off too quickly, brushing past it with a casual comment, steering the conversation somewhere else before it can settle. A different topic, a small distraction, anything to move it along.
Like it’s easier not to let you too close to that part of her life.
She returns later that week, the familiar creak of the cabin door announcing her before you even look up. It’s the usual rhythm now—her quiet trips between her village and you, disappearing for days and always coming back with something in hand.
Today it’s a woven basket.
Apples sit piled inside, bright and polished, their scent filling the small space the moment she steps through the doorway. Wanda’s smile is immediate when she sees you, warm and soft in that way that always makes your chest tighten.
“You asked for these,” she says gently, lifting the basket a little as if presenting a prize.
You had asked for them. Craved them badly, even.
But the moment the smell reaches you, sharp and sweet at once, your stomach turns.
It hits fast and unpleasant, nausea curling low in your gut. You swallow hard, your nose wrinkling despite yourself as the scent seems to cling to the air.
Wanda notices instantly.
Her coat slips from her shoulders and onto the nearby chair as she crosses the room, concern replacing the easy smile she wore a moment ago. The basket lowers onto the table with a soft thud before she moves closer, her hands finding your arms, steady and careful.
Her eyes search your face.
“Are you alright, lovie?”
You hum in response, your face scrunching slightly as the lingering scent of the apples still turns your stomach. It’s subtle, but Wanda catches it immediately—the small shift in your expression, the way your shoulders tense.
Without a word, she reaches for the basket again. The apples disappear from the table, carried across the cabin and set much farther away, near the door where the breeze from the cracked window might carry their scent out.
Only then does she return to you.
Stepping back into your space, Wanda’s hands come up gently, warm palms cupping your face as she tilts your head just enough to look at you properly. Her thumb brushes lightly along your cheek while her other hand presses softly against your forehead, checking your temperature out of quiet habit.
Her brows knit together in concern as she studies you.
“You feeling okay?” she asks softly.
“Yeah… yeah. Only a little nauseous…”
The answer makes her expression fall just slightly, the concern in her eyes deepening as she studies your face a moment longer. Her thumb brushes along your cheek, slow and comforting, as if she could smooth the feeling away with touch alone.
“Aw, my love…” she murmurs, voice warm with quiet sympathy. “Please rest. I can take care of dinner and all.”
She doesn’t give you much room to argue. One gentle hand settles at your back while the other takes your wrist, guiding you carefully toward the bedroom. Wanda moves with that steady patience she always has with you—tucking you beneath the blankets, adjusting the pillow behind your head, lingering just long enough to press a soft kiss to your forehead before stepping away.
You’re half-drowsing when she leaves the room, the sounds of her moving around the cabin drifting faintly from the other side of the wall.
At the time, it feels like nothing more than a passing sickness.
Just a little nausea. A moment of dizziness. Something that should fade by morning.
But it doesn’t.
It only gets worse when you’re hunched over the toilet the next morning, the cold edge of the porcelain pressing into your forearms while your stomach twists again. The cabin is still dim with early light, quiet except for the small sounds you try, and fail, to keep down.
Behind you, the bed shifts.
Wanda sits up slowly, the sheets sliding down her body as she blinks through the sleep still clinging to her. Your name leaves her lips in a low, groggy murmur, concern threading through it almost instantly when she realizes where you are.
She’s beside you moments later.
Her hand gathers your hair back gently while the other steadies your shoulder, rubbing slow circles between them until the worst of it passes. She doesn’t rush you, doesn’t ask too many questions. When you’re finished, she helps you rinse your mouth, guiding you carefully back to bed like you might tip over if she lets go.
“Easy,” she murmurs, settling you beneath the blankets again.
Her hand stays on your back for a long while after.
You brush it off as a stomach bug. Something you must have eaten. Something that will pass. That’s what you tell her when she asks again later, brows furrowed with quiet worry. You even manage a small smile to convince her. But in the back of your mind, something else whispers.
The thought sits there, small and persistent, impossible to ignore once it appears. You push it away.
The next day, everything feels sharper. Your nerves are wound tight, irritation lingering just beneath the surface, and when Wanda asks a simple question about whether you’re feeling better, the response that leaves you is sharper than you mean for it to be.
“You’ve asked me that three times already,” you snap.
The words hang in the air the moment they leave your mouth. Wanda stills slightly, surprise flickering across her face before she smooths it away. She doesn’t snap back, doesn’t challenge you. Instead she simply nods once, taking a quiet step back like she’s giving you space you clearly need.
“Alright,” she says softly.
But her eyes linger on you for a moment longer than usual, something thoughtful, and faintly worried, settling there. She knows something is off, but seeing your response, she decides to leave it alone for now.
Later that afternoon she prepares to leave for the village again, the routine familiar now. Before stepping out the door, she pulls you close, pressing a soft kiss to your lips and then your forehead.
“Rest,” she murmurs. “I’ll be back soon.”
Then she’s gone. The cabin feels too quiet once the door closes behind her. And the thought you’ve been trying to ignore finally pushes its way to the front of your mind.
Before you can convince yourself not to, you make the trip into town. It’s longer than you remember, the path stretching out beneath your feet while your thoughts spin endlessly. By the time you reach the small store, your hands are already slightly unsteady.
You buy two. Just in case.
The walk back feels even longer, the paper bag crinkling faintly in your grip. By the time you reach the cabin again, your heart is beating far too fast for such a simple thing.
Inside, the world feels strangely quiet. You sit on the edge of the bed with the boxes in your hands, staring at them for a long moment. Your fingers tremble as you open the first one. Then the second.
By the time you’re standing in the bathroom, the world feels distant somehow, like the edges of everything have gone slightly blurred. Your hands shake as you hold the tests, your breath shallow, your heart pounding loudly in your ears while you wait. The waiting is the worst part.
The cabin is silent around you, the quiet so complete it almost feels loud. You set the tests down on the edge of the sink because your hands won’t stop shaking long enough to hold them steady, fingers gripping the counter while you try to breathe normally.
It’s only supposed to take a few minutes. It feels like an hour.
Your eyes keep drifting back to them despite yourself, heart thudding painfully in your chest every time you look away again. You pace once across the small bathroom, then back again, like moving might somehow slow your thoughts.
It doesn’t.
The idea keeps circling in your mind, growing heavier the longer you stand there. Every little moment from the past week creeps back in—the nausea, the dizziness, the strange cravings that vanished the moment the apples were actually in front of you.
Your stomach twists again. Eventually, you force yourself to look.
You pick up the first test slowly, like it might change if you move too fast. Your eyes focus on the small window, your breath catching before you even fully register what you’re seeing.
Two lines.
Your heart stutters.
For a second your brain refuses to process it, like the meaning of it is too large to settle properly. You stare at it longer than necessary, hoping maybe your eyes are playing tricks on you.
They aren’t. Your hands shake harder as you grab the second one.
Two lines again.
The world seems to tilt slightly, your vision going unfocused around the edges while you lower yourself onto the closed lid of the toilet. The tests sit in your hands like something fragile, something impossibly real.
Pregnant.
The word settles heavily in your chest. Wanda’s child.
Your gaze drifts down to your stomach without thinking, your palm resting there slowly, almost uncertainly, like you’re trying to feel something that isn’t there yet. A shaky breath leaves you as a small smile threatens to form, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. The realization settles warm and bright in your chest, pushing past the nerves for a moment.
All you can think about is telling her.
You imagine the look on Wanda’s face when she hears. The way her eyes would soften, the way her hands would find yours without hesitation. The thought alone makes your chest tighten with something close to joy.
You want to tell her immediately.
But by the time night falls and the familiar sound of the cabin door opening echoes through the house, doubt has already started creeping in around the edges.
Wanda greets you the same way she always does after returning from the village—arms wrapping around you the moment she sees you, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple before pulling back just enough to study your face.
You almost say it then. The words rise right to the back of your throat. But they never make it out.
Instead, you make small conversation while the two of you settle in for the evening, talking about the day, about the small things that feel easier to say out loud. You tell yourself you’re easing into it, finding the right moment, the right way to share something so big.
You just haven’t figured out how yet.
At some point the conversation drifts, the way it sometimes does, toward her village.
It starts harmless enough. A comment about one of the elders, something she mentions in passing. But the topic slowly shifts into something heavier—the old traditions, the expectations her pack still clings to.
You listen quietly as she speaks.
“There are still some who believe…” Wanda starts, pausing as if choosing her words carefully, “that an alpha should only mate within the pack.”
The words sit uncomfortably between you. Your fingers fidget lightly with the edge of the blanket, one she's brought back for you. Your thoughts suddenly louder than they were a moment ago.
“But the Moon Goddess chooses mates,” you say after a moment, your voice quieter than you intend. “So… why would it matter if one of them is human?”
Wanda’s gaze softens immediately when she looks at you.
“It shouldn’t,” she answers simply.
There’s certainty in her voice, but something more complicated flickers behind her eyes—something tied to the pack, to the traditions she grew up in. Your chest tightens again. You nod slowly, letting the conversation drift away to something lighter not long after.
But the words you meant to say never come.
Later that night, lying beside her with her arm draped loosely across your waist, you stare quietly at the ceiling while her breathing evens out beside you.
Your hand rests unconsciously over your stomach again. You’ll tell her.
Just not like this.
Not in the middle of a conversation that leaves your chest feeling heavy. You want it to be special. Something she’ll remember forever. A sweet surprise.
So you make a quiet decision in the dark. You’ll plan something. And then you’ll tell her.
Breakfast is quiet, the soft sounds of the cabin filling the space between you—cutlery against plates, the faint crackle of the stove still warm from cooking. It feels like any other morning.
You’re halfway through a bite when Wanda speaks.
Casual. Almost too casual.
“I want to bring you to the village.”
The words land before your brain fully catches up to them.
Your heart drops.
You pause mid-bite, the fork hovering halfway to your mouth as your eyes lift slowly to meet hers across the table. For a second you just stare, trying to figure out if you heard her correctly.
She’s watching you carefully, elbows resting lightly on the table, fingers laced together like she’s been thinking about this for a while.
The room suddenly feels much smaller.
Your chest tightens as a hundred thoughts rush in at once—the whispers you’ve overheard before, the quiet disapproval you’ve felt even from a distance, the conversation you had just nights ago about humans and alphas.
And the secret sitting quietly inside you.
You swallow slowly, lowering the fork back to your plate.
“Your… village?” you ask, your voice softer than you intend.
Wanda nods once.
“My pack,” she says, her tone steady, though her eyes search your face like she’s trying to read every flicker of your reaction. “I think it’s time they meet you.”
Your heart starts beating faster.
“I—um… I’m honored… I’d love to.”
The words come out a little uneven, but they’re honest. Even with the nerves twisting in your stomach, the idea of finally seeing that part of her life—of being brought there by her—means something.
Wanda smiles when you say it.
But it’s different from her usual ones.
It stretches across her lips, polite and warm on the surface, yet it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. There’s a tightness there, subtle but noticeable if you know her well enough.
Almost like she’s smiling through her teeth.
You pack a small bag that afternoon.
Nothing too big—just enough for a few days. A change of clothes, a few small necessities, things that feel oddly insignificant when folded into the overnight bag resting on your bed.
You’ve technically been there before. But the memory of it sits in your mind like something half-dreamed. Waking from a fever, voices around you, the lingering tension of an argument you barely remember before you’d stormed away into the woods. Everything from that time feels blurred at the edges. This will be the first time you see it clearly.
Wanda helps without hovering. She leans against the doorframe at first, watching you pack before gently stepping in when she notices you reaching for things you won’t need.
“It’s not as modern as here,” she reminds you softly, laughing softly.
She explains small things as you go. What you’ll need, what you won’t. Her voice stays calm and patient, guiding rather than correcting. It feels oddly grounding, the simple act of packing together.
Soon enough, the bag is zipped closed. The walk there begins not long after.
The path through the forest feels both familiar and distant at the same time. Leaves crunch beneath your feet while the trees stretch tall around you, the air cooler the deeper you go.
Wanda walks beside you, her hand loosely holding yours as she leads the way. Every now and then she squeezes your fingers gently, guiding you around roots or over uneven ground. The forest grows quieter the farther you travel. And then the village appears. Your steps slow almost immediately.
Your hands tighten around the strap of your bag without you realizing it. You’ve spent so many nights listening to Wanda talk about this place—about her people, the traditions, the way the pack moves and lives together. You know the stories. You’ve accepted this world as part of her.
But knowing it… and standing inside it… are two very different things.
As you follow just behind her into the clearing, the shift is immediate. Eyes turn. Conversations quiet. But as Wanda moves through them, their attention inevitably drifts to you walking just behind her.
And suddenly every step feels much heavier, and you attempt to step closer to her to feel more comfort in such an unknown area. Also as someone living in the mountains, you rarely come across people except for when you head to the very small "town" that's a decent travel from your cabin.
After a few greetings and nods exchanged with members of the pack, she keeps walking, guiding you straight toward her place. Her presence parts the small clusters of people easily, her hand resting lightly against the small of your back as she leads you along the worn path.
It doesn’t take long before she’s pushing open the door. She steps aside immediately, holding it open for you as you step inside.
For a moment you simply stand there, taking it all in.
It’s different from your cabin—simpler, older in its construction. The scent of wood and dried herbs lingers faintly in the air. Her bed sits against the far wall, layered in thick furs instead of blankets, the texture rough but warm-looking even from where you stand.
The furniture is sturdy, carved wood rather than anything polished or modern. And then your eyes catch something that makes your chest soften.
The flowers.
A few small bundles sit in simple vases along the table and windowsill—the same ones you’d gathered and given to her during one of her last visits. They’ve been carefully arranged, their colors still bright against the darker tones of the room. It's incredibly sweet that she's kept them.
Your bag slips from your shoulder and lands quietly near the door as you look around, curiosity pulling your gaze from one detail to the next.
Behind you, Wanda watches. She leans casually against the doorframe for a moment, arms loosely crossed as she observes the way you take in the space. There’s something almost proud in the way her eyes follow you, a quiet satisfaction settling in her chest.
Like she’s been waiting for this moment—waiting to see you here, in her world, looking at it with genuine interest rather than hesitation.
Her gaze softens slightly.
“You like it?” she asks, her voice low but warm.
"I love it," you respond back, keeping the same tone.
She pushes off the doorframe and walks toward you, the wooden floor creaking softly beneath her steps.
“I know this is a lot,” she says gently, her voice quieter now that the two of you are alone. Her eyes move over your face, studying you the way she always does when she’s checking that you’re truly alright.
Her hand finds your arm, thumb brushing lightly against the fabric of your sleeve.
“So please… just rest tonight. I’ll bring dinner back, and tomorrow we can start slow introductions.” She pauses, offering a small, reassuring smile. “I’ll give you a tour.”
The plan sounds perfect. You nod, feeling some of the tightness in your chest ease at the thought of having time—time to settle in, time to breathe, time to adjust to being here before facing the rest of the pack.
Being inside her space helps too. Her scent lingers everywhere, warm and grounding, wrapped into the furs on the bed and the wood of the walls. Even in an unfamiliar place, it feels strangely comforting.
She notices the way you relax slightly. Wanda smiles softly at that, stepping closer until her hand lifts to cup your cheek. She leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, lingering just long enough to make your stomach flutter before pulling away.
“I won’t be long,” she murmurs.
Then she steps back, giving you one last glance before slipping out the door, leaving you alone in her home while the sounds of the village hum quietly outside. And you completely forget about the child growing inside of you.
The light wakes you slowly the next morning.
It slips through the window in soft streaks, pale and warm against the wooden walls. There’s no blaring alarm, no sudden noise pulling you awake—just the quiet brightness of morning settling across the room.
You shift beneath the quilt and furs, the thick layers rustling softly as you turn. She’s sprawled comfortably across the bed, one arm half-tucked beneath the pillow, her hair loose and messy from sleep. The early light brushes across her face, catching the faint crease between her brows as she begins to stir.
You move just enough to face her fully. The furs drag slightly as you shift closer, the warmth of the bed making it harder to leave. For a moment you simply watch her wake, the slow way her breathing changes as the light reaches her.
She hums softly, the sound low in her chest. Her eyes stay closed as she wakes, lashes fluttering slightly while she stretches one arm lazily across the bed until it bumps lightly against you.
“Morning,” she mumbles, voice thick with sleep.
A faint smile tugs at her lips before she cracks one eye open just enough to look at you.
“You looking forward to the tour…?”
“I am…”
Your answer comes softly, but it’s honest.
The morning passes quickly after that. Once you’re both dressed and out the door, Wanda begins guiding you through the village the way she promised she would. Her hand rests lightly at your back as the two of you walk, a quiet grounding presence as you step out into the main area together.
She starts with the central buildings.
Each one holds a purpose she explains as you move along—where the pack gathers for meetings, where food is prepared and shared, where supplies are stored. Her voice stays calm and steady as she talks, occasionally pausing to point something out or answer the small questions you ask.
It’s all new. The buildings, the paths winding between them, the rhythm of the village moving around you. People passing by with baskets, quiet conversations drifting through the air, the steady life of the pack unfolding in a way you’ve only ever heard Wanda describe before.
But one thing stays the same. The smiles.
Each greeting comes with that same tight-lipped politeness as Wanda introduces you. Heads nod, voices offer brief welcomes, but the warmth never quite reaches their eyes. And you brush it off, ignoring it for now, but it does make your heart beat stutter.
The last building she leads you toward sits slightly apart from the others. It’s larger than the rest, the wood darker with age, the doorway carved with markings that look older than anything else you’ve seen in the village. Wanda slows slightly as the two of you approach, her presence beside you steady.
“The elders,” she explains quietly.
The words settle in your chest with a strange familiarity.
You don’t truly know them—not really. But you’ve heard about them so many times during quiet nights spent in bed beside Wanda. The stories she’s shared about the pack, the traditions they guard, the way their word still carries weight here.
You remember their names, their roles, the way she once described their personalities with a mixture of respect and frustration.
The door creaks softly as Wanda pushes it open. The room inside is dimmer than the bright morning outside, the light filtering through narrow windows along the walls. A long wooden table sits at the center, and several figures are already seated around it, their low conversation fading almost instantly when the two of you step inside.
The shift in attention is immediate.
Their gazes move first to Wanda, respectful, steady, acknowledging their alpha’s presence without question. But it doesn’t take long before those same eyes settle on you standing just behind her.
The room grows quiet.
You feel the weight of their attention in a way that’s impossible to ignore, your shoulders drawing slightly inward as Wanda steps further into the room. She doesn’t hesitate though, her posture calm and confident as she approaches the table.
“My mate,” she says simply.
The silence stretches, heavy and almost tangible. One elder, seated at the head of the table, inclines their head slightly toward Wanda before looking back at you. The motion is polite but deliberate, the barest hint of acknowledgment without warmth.
“This is my mate,” Wanda says simply, her voice calm.
The elder’s gaze flickers to you, sharp but measured. They do not rise, do not smile. Instead, their eyes linger, noting the way you stand, the way you breathe.
“You are human,” the elder says finally, their tone neutral, almost clinical.
“She’s human,” they repeat, incredulous this time, turning their gaze toward Wanda.
“I’m aware,” Wanda begins, calm but firm.
The elder raises a hand, interrupting. “I don’t think you’re aware—this—”
But Wanda cuts them off. “I don’t give a single shit what you have to say. Truly.”
For a moment, the room stills. The elder’s expression contorts—first into shock, then frustration, as if Wanda’s bluntness is almost physically jarring. Their voice rises slightly, disapproving and scolding. “Wanda…”
She doesn’t flinch. Her eyes lock on theirs, unwavering. “You’re only going to try and lecture me because this is new, because it challenges the way you think, because you write it off as some amorphous thing you’re afraid of. When it’s perfectly fine.”
The elder’s gaze hardens, jaw tight. “It’s not perfectly fine, Wanda. She’s human. Why do you think we stay so far out in the forest? Why we hide so carefully? Because people like her have killed us—they killed your own mother.”
Wanda’s lips tighten, a flash of anger sparking in her eyes. “Oh, yeah sure let’s label them all the same. What stands is that the Moon Goddess set us together. If it were not allowed, this wouldn’t happen. It can be a bridge between us again."
The elder leans forward slightly, voice low but sharp, each word measured. “It’ll be a repeat of history, Maximoff. You know this well yourself.”
Wanda steps closer, not aggressive, but unyielding. Her hand hovers just near yours—not to touch, not yet—but enough that the air seems to hum with quiet protection. “History isn’t a prophecy. It’s something we choose to repeat—or not. And I choose not.”
The room goes still, the other elders exchanging glances, tension crackling in the quiet. None dare interrupt her further, at least for the moment.
“Anything else…?” Wanda’s voice is steady.
No words come. Only a single, long sigh from the head elder, heavy with disapproval, carrying the clear message that this conversation is far from over.
Wanda’s fingers curl around yours, warm and grounding, and without a word she leads you toward the door.
The argument hadn’t even been yours, yet the tension still rings in your ears, prickling along your skin like static electricity. You keep your steps light behind her, hesitant but unwilling to pull away.
“Wanda… Wanda, please—what’s going on?” you murmur, voice soft, barely above the whisper of your own pulse.
She glances down at you as you step into the fresh air outside, a faint, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Her eyes soften, but her grip on your hand doesn’t loosen.
“Nothing that you need to worry about,” she says, though her tone carries both reassurance and the weight of what just happened. “Let’s just… take a walk. Clear our heads.”
You nod slowly, heart still hammering, and follow her through the clearing, each step carrying the echo of the elders’ disapproval behind you. The forest swallows the sound of your footsteps, the trees standing tall and still as silence stretches between the two of you.
Your chest tightens, and words begin spilling out before you can stop them, each one loaded with worry, doubt, and the lingering tension from inside the elders’ hall.
“No… no, whatever you’re thinking from that, don’t,” Wanda interrupts, her voice firm but quiet, carrying through the still air. She steps closer, hands brushing lightly against yours. “I haven’t tried to hide this from you. I just… I don’t want this to be a battle you have to fight. I want this to be on me. I’ll fix it.”
You glance toward her, uncertain. “But what if you can’t…?” Your gesture sweeps back toward the village, the memory of the elders’ cold, tight-lipped stares still prickling at your skin. “They seem pretty set in their ways. What would they do if they continued to disagree with you…?”
Wanda tilts her head slightly, a small, confident smile tugging at her lips as she squeezes your hand. “Nothing. They’d do nothing.”
Your eyes widen slightly, disbelief flickering across your features. “Wanda… come on… that’s—”
She cuts you off gently but firmly, resting a hand on your cheek to still the motion. Her gaze is steady, unwavering, and you feel the weight behind her words. “I’ve chosen you, the goddess designed us to be mated. If they disagree, it’s their problem, not ours. You don’t need to carry that burden, not now, not ever. Do you understand?”
You swallow, heart pounding in your chest, and slowly nod. Her certainty hums through you, grounding and fierce, and for the first time since entering her world, you feel a fraction of the safety and strength she promises.
"Besides they're like grains of sand. They'll wither away and take their ways along with them."
"Wanda..."
"Hopefully soon."
You wake to the soft light of morning, the sheets pulled back where Wanda had risen earlier. The bed feels impossibly empty, and for a long moment, you just lie there, staring at the ceiling, waiting.
Waiting for her to return.
Her absence presses down on your chest. You shift beneath the furs, wrapping your arms around yourself, trying to quell the fluttering panic. But it only grows, coiling tighter in your chest with every second she doesn’t appear. You try to tell yourself it doesn't matter, replay Wanda's words in your mind, but it does not do too much. You don't feel enough closure to knock off your overthinking.
Eventually, you push yourself up, heart hammering, and step quietly out of the bed. You dress quickly, sleep still thick in your movements, and begin walking toward the part of the village where you think she might be.
The forest path stretches before you, familiar yet threatening now. Every glance from the pack members you pass feels heavy. They avoid eye contact, moving aside politely, their polite smiles tight and measured. Your stomach twists with every step, every sideways glance. They’re judging me.
Your thoughts spin faster, unrelenting. You tell yourself Wanda said not to worry, that she’d handle it—but the words feel distant, almost meaningless compared to the looks you’re catching, the way the village seems to watch you like you’re intruding.
Then you hear it. Her voice. And another. The elder.
“…I don’t think she understands yet. This isn’t simply a matter of choice,” the elder says, calm and cutting. Wanda begins to answer, but stops mid-word, leaving the sentence unfinished.
Your chest tightens. The words—what they imply—slap against your thoughts like a wave, and all the insecurity, doubt, and fear you’ve been holding back crashes through at once. You can’t take it.
Tears prick at your eyes, blurring the edges of the village around you. You turn and sprint, heart hammering, legs carrying you back toward Wanda’s home as fast as they can. The world smears past, your vision streaked with panic and shame.
In your rush, you knock over a small crate, the crash echoing through the clearing. And then she feels it. A pull through the bond, sharp and familiar.
The door beside you opens, and she steps out, eyes wide with concern, moving fast to close the distance. It's embarrassing, but it feels worse to even stand about outside, tears pricking your eyes. Showing how they're getting to you. You don't care anymore.
You shove the door to her house open, stumbling inside, and she’s right behind you. She catches it before it swings shut, sliding it gently to let herself in, her presence immediate and grounding.
“Hey… hey,” she murmurs, voice soft, eyes scanning your face. “It’s okay—what’s going on?”
You can’t hold it in. The whirlwind inside you finally spills out.
“God…” you huff, voice shaking, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “This is so stupid…”
“What is…?” Wanda asks, stepping closer, one hand reaching for yours, the other hovering just at your shoulder, steadying without forcing.
“It’s not going to work, Wanda. They’re not going to ever approve.”
Her brow furrows, lips parting as she tries to interrupt. “That’s not wha—”
“Don’t tell me that bullshit!” you snap, voice cracking, panic leaking through every word. “I just heard them, Wanda! They want me gone!”
The words hang between you, jagged and raw. Your chest heaves as tears spill freely, and you feel small, fragile, exposed—like the entire weight of the village’s judgment has landed on you at once.
“They all stare at me,” you say, voice breaking. “With just… resentment, distaste. Each time I walk by, I’m sure—if my name is ever mentioned—they’re just full of it.”
Wanda reaches out, fingers brushing against your cheek, warm and grounding. Her thumb traces lightly along your jaw as she starts, quiet at first, “I used to feel the same. I hated your kind… they killed my mom.”
“Wanda…” you whisper, hurt and shock lacing your voice. The memory of yesterday flickers in your mind—the elders’ words, their disapproval—but it’s all a blur, hazy and half-remembered. You weren’t fully present then, too overwhelmed by Wanda’s defense, by the tension pressing down on you. God how could you forget.
She lifts a hand to stop you, shaking her head gently. “It’s fine. But my point is…” Her tone softens, carrying a mixture of truth and quiet vulnerability. “I thought the same way. I believed like they do. And then I met you… that night before the storm. You shaped the resentment I had begun to hold in my heart.”
She pauses, letting her gaze hold yours, unwavering and steady. “And I believe you can do the same with them. They’re just hurt from the past. They don’t dislike you as a person. Because if they did… they’d love you as I do.”
The words settle around you, a strange warmth amid the panic and fear. Your breaths come slower now, hiccupping between sobs, but the weight in your chest eases, just enough to feel that even if the world outside isn’t ready for you, here—right here—someone already is. You lean into her hand, closing your eyes.
“I love you,” you whisper, voice trembling, and she leans closer, curling around you as if she could shield you from the entire world.
Her hands rest lightly on your back, her breath warm against your hair. “I love you so much,” she murmurs, each word steady and full of promise.
You close your eyes, letting the warmth of her presence anchor you. So much for trying to wait for a good time… you think, heart hammering as the secret you’ve been holding slips from your lips before you can stop it.
“Wanda… I’m pregnant.”
For a heartbeat, the room is still. The sunlight dances across the furs and wooden floor, but everything else seems to fade. Your chest tightens, fear and hope tangled together, tears pricking your eyes.
She freezes for a moment, eyes wide, lips parting slightly, and then a slow, breathless smile spreads across her face. Her hands move to cup your cheeks, thumbs brushing lightly along your skin as if to convince herself this is real.
You feel her heartbeat against your own, strong and certain, and a rush of love and relief washes through you. The weight of the village, the elders, the doubt… it all fades for just a moment, leaving only the two of you and the life you’ve created together.
You laugh softly, teary, your hands coming up to cup hers as they hold your face. “Two tests… so I’m really actually pregnant,” you murmur, voice still shaky.
Her eyes light up immediately, shining with a joy that makes your chest ache. She presses her forehead against yours again, smiling wide. “Our kin… our pups,” she breathes, the word, the terms she's familiar with rolling off her tongue with reverence and warmth. “I knew it. I felt it."
She pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes sparkling. “We should visit the pack’s herbalist, make sure you’re taken care of properly.”
You frown slightly, uncertainty tugging at you. “I don’t know… I’m a little wary. After the elders…”
Wanda laughs softly, brushing a stray hair from your face. “Not everyone hates you. Do you remember when you fainted in the forest a while back?”
You nod, cheeks flushing at the memory, and she continues, voice gentle. “You were hurt, weak, and the first to help you… it was me. And the herbalist, yes, but I stayed with you, nursed you back. Not everyone in the pack sees you as an outsider, love. There are those who already care.”
You breathe in slowly, trying to let it all sink in. The love, the protection, the small but undeniable acceptance. For the first time in a long while, the weight pressing down on your chest feels lighter.
The herbalist’s hands move carefully over your body, guided and precise, pressing on certain spots with practiced skill. Her touch is firm but gentle, every motion deliberate. She leans back slightly, studying you with calm, professional eyes, and you can’t help but feel a little exposed under her gaze.
“When did you know?” she asks, voice neutral, clinical.
“About three days ago…” you murmur, shifting slightly under her hands.
She nods, glancing down at your form with a practiced eye. “You’re about four weeks along—just at the first month mark. Have you ever been pregnant before?”
“Um… no,” you admit, feeling heat creeping up your neck.
“How much did you and Wanda share in lovemaking?”
“Two times…? When we first mated… and her first… like, rut…?” Your voice trails off, self-conscious.
The herbalist nods slowly, making mental notes. “Ah. So you’re very fertile. Either that, or she’s just… a nut job. But you are definitely fertile, that's very good.”
You feel your face heating further, cheeks threatening to burn. You try to steady your expression, to brush off the awkwardness. It’s all normal, and the bluntness is part of the work, but it’s still uncomfortable, a little intrusive, and you can’t help the tiny squeeze of your hands together.
You notice her reaching for a small parchment and quill, beginning to jot down the details in neat, precise strokes. Curiosity mixes with your unease. “What… what are you doing?” you ask cautiously.
She glances up briefly, expression calm. “I keep a record. For your health, and for the elders. They need to know how you’re progressing—both for your care and for the pack’s knowledge of the pups-to-be.”
You frown, unsure. “The elders…? Why do they need to know everything?”
Her hands continue moving over your form, measured and clinical, as she answers. “It’s tradition, and it’s precaution. They are responsible for the wellbeing of the pack, including future generations. You carrying kin is not just your concern, it affects the entire community.”
You shift slightly under her touch, nerves prickling along your spine. “So… they’ll know everything? Even… intimate things?”
She nods without embarrassment. “Yes. And that’s normal. It’s not judgment, it’s care. You’re part of the pack now. This is how we protect both you and the pups.”
She notices your discomfort, eyes flicking up from the chart to meet yours. Her tone softens, careful. “But… if you truly aren’t ready, or don’t want to share this, regardless… I can say the records got smudged, ruined. No one needs to know.”
You open your mouth to respond, heart still fluttering from the embarrassment, but before you can speak, the door slides open quietly.
“You okay?” she murmurs softly, voice low but grounding, a tether against the flood of anxiety still clinging to you.
“I’m… good,” you murmur, voice small. For once, the words you’ve been holding in your chest come spilling out. “This is just all new to me… can we not showcase all of this so loudly for now?”
The herbalist nods, glancing at Wanda. “They’ve been smudged.”
You feel a small relief settle in your chest. The records are still kept, yes—for knowledge and the pack’s care—but they’re tucked away, out of sight, out of immediate concern.
Wanda’s fingers brush along your neck, over the faint mark she placed that one night, binding you as mates. The warmth of her touch presses against your skin, calming and grounding, a silent promise that you’re safe.
She glances toward the herbalist as she moves to put her tools away, brushing at her dress. “Everything alright…?” Wanda asks gently, voice steady, protective.
“Yes,” the herbalist replies, though her tone carries the same quiet professionalism. “All as it should be.”
You let yourself lean into her, letting the brush of her fingers, the warmth of her presence, and the gentle certainty in her voice anchor you as the room slowly quiets around you.
"Want to know the baby's sex?" she asks next.
Your eyes widen and you glance at Wanda's who's expression is the same.
"I think we'll wait until later into the pregnancy, but thanks Eira. You've been a great help."
The path back to your cabin stretches before you, sunlight filtering through the trees and casting dappled patterns on the ground. The weight of the morning—the elders, the herbalist, the revelations—still lingers in your chest, though Wanda’s presence beside you keeps it from overwhelming completely.
She walks close, brushing lightly against your arm, her tone gentle but curious.
“I know there’s a lot of time before the pup arrives, but I want to ask… I understand you don’t feel particularly great with the village right now. I get it. But… when they come around, would ever you consider moving to the village? Or would you rather keep the cabin?”
You glance ahead, seeing your cabin through the trees, the little sanctuary you’ve made your own. Every log, every stone, every piece of furniture holds meaning to you. The thought of leaving it—of parting from the life you’ve built there, even with her beside you—tightens your chest.
“I… I don’t think I could,” you admit quietly, eyes tracing the familiar lines of the cabin. “I might think on it someday, but… it isn’t a far walk, and it’s a good distance. I can’t leave it behind.”
She listens, head tilted slightly, eyes soft and steady. Then she leans closer, brushing a kiss across your cheek, then along your jaw, a warm, grounding reassurance.
“I understand,” she murmurs. “Always. Wherever you feel safe, wherever you’re happiest, that’s where we’ll be. That’s what always matters.”
You feel a small relief settle in your chest, grateful for her patience, for the way she respects your attachment and your choices. Even as the forest stretches around you, you know she’s there, steady, protective, and unwavering.
That night, the cabin quiet around you, you lie side by side. Wanda shifts closer, draping herself over you, one hand brushing lightly across your abdomen, fingers tracing gentle, absent patterns.
She presses closer, nuzzling her nose into the curve of your neck. The scent of her, earthy and familiar, wraps around you like a soft cloak.
“You smell so good,” she whispers, letting her breath ghost over your skin.
A shiver runs through you at the closeness, at the intimacy of her presence, and you tilt your head slightly, letting yourself melt into her warmth.
Wanda shifts closer, straddling you gently, your legs curling around her waist as your hands find her back. Her lips press against yours, soft at first, exploring, and you respond in kind, matching her rhythm.
Her lips descend on yours, hungry and demanding. Her tongue explores your mouth, tangling with yours, her hands cupping your face, tilting your head for better access. You respond eagerly, your hands gripping her hair, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss.
She grinds against you, her body pressing you into the bed, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles. You can feel the heat building between your legs, your breath coming in short gasps. She smiles against your lips, a slow, sensual curve that promises more.
Her hands roam, mapping your body with confident strokes. She squeezes your breasts, her thumbs brushing over your nipples, making them harden. You arch into her touch, a soft moan escaping your lips. She takes advantage, her mouth moving to your neck, her teeth grazing your skin, her tongue soothing the sting.
She moves lower, her mouth trailing kisses down your collarbone, her hands sliding down your sides to grip your hips. She lifts you slightly, her fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt, tugging it off. You help her, your body arching as you pull the shirt over your head.
She takes a moment to appreciate you, her eyes roaming over your body, a soft growl of approval rumbling in her chest. Then she's on you again, her mouth closing over your nipple, her teeth scraping against the sensitive peak. You cry out, your hands tangling in her hair, holding her close.
She switches to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, before moving lower still. She kisses your stomach, her tongue dipping into your navel.
You lift your hips, helping her slot herself fully between your thighs, her clothed body pressing against yours. You can feel the hard length of her against your center, and you gasp, your hands gripping her shoulders, your nails digging into her skin.
She starts to move, her hips grinding against yours in slow, deliberate circles. You meet her thrust for thrust, your body arching towards hers, your breath coming in short pants. The friction is exquisite, building a pressure inside you that's almost unbearable.
She leans down, her lips capturing yours again, her tongue tangling with yours. Her kiss is demanding, hungry, a reflection of the passion burning between you. You respond eagerly, your hands roaming her body, feeling the play of muscles beneath your fingers.
She breaks the kiss, her mouth moving to your ear. "You feel so good," she whispers, her voice ragged with desire. "I could do this all night."
Minutes stretch, warm and endless, filled only with the softness of her lips, the press of her body, the shared heat between you. Gasps, your body keening towards hers when she licks across the mark on your neck.
Finally, she pulls back just enough to rest her forehead against yours, breath warm and voice husky. “I wonder… what the sex will be,” she murmurs, eyes glinting with mischief. A switch in conversation.
You tilt your head, smirking despite your flushed cheeks. “I just hope they’re not an absolute dork like you.”
Her laugh is low, teasing, and she leans in to kiss you again, brushing her nose against yours. “And if they are,” she whispers, voice soft but confident, “you’ll love them all the more.”
You smile against her, heart swelling, and let yourself melt into her warmth.
note: hope you enjoyed the mess this part is. thank you to all who reads and loves this series.
You're mine to take. I want to hear the sounds that you make... gimme what I want, what I deserve... - gimme by BANKS
summary: this entire fic is NASTY FREAKY PASSIONATE SEX, can be read as a stand alone, but this is a part two to her human mate, established relationship (mates), marathon sex/rut, a/b/o x human theming, gp/muscular/taller!wanda (female alphas have dicks), knotting/breeding kink, nasty sex (spit, creampie, hair pulling, marking, overstimulation, etc), (p in v, oral, fingering) r!receiving, dom!wanda, sub!reader
Living in the mountains truly made you believe you'd end alone with the scarcity of which you come across others. A myth that turned out to be with the body that rests besides you now. Turning a once cold cabin into a warm environment. Little things in your day to day changing, nothing you really notice until you're looking back at now. All before she came knocking on your door.
You unconsciously slide to the the edge of the bed when you fall asleep now, making space for her to slide behind you. You leave a second mug out beside yours every night, even before the water boils. At some point it stopped being a spare and started being hers.
It felt like a knock off Twilight series, but it was reality. Your girlfriend, mate, is a werewolf. The first few mornings after you two "mated," you'd trace the lining around the bite on your neck. Each time it brought goosebumps to your skin, very much as sensitive as when she first placed it there.
She wasn't around too much. Sliding out of bed early in the morning and coming back at night fall. Leaving each time with a kiss pressed to the column of your neck or cheek.
As the sun set, you'd find yourself waiting for her arrival. Loving the feeling of her arms sliding around your waist, her lips trailing up your neck. You enjoyed the hushed conversations before you both fell asleep, her arm slung around your waist. Asking about her day, chatting about plans for tomorrow, learning all the more about her world... it was intimate, cozy, expected. The world from before slowed down to this, the clock ticking slower before the rabbit caught up.
She had started showing up later. Missing dinner, missing your conversations before bed, missing the comfortable routine you’d built together. It stirred a quiet concern in you, and you wished more than ever that you could feel her through the mating bond. But yours was weak, and without knowing she was blocking her emotions from you, you only felt more distant.
The past few nights you've fallen asleep and woken up without even seeing her, feeling her slip into bed. You wondered if she even came home if it weren't for the warm spot behind you.
From her side. She knew you knew what it meant. What a rut is, what it means... but she also knows you don't know what it truly means. You've never experienced it before, seen it... you're still incredibly new to her world, she didn't want to scare you away. She's done that before.
She's told herself a plan. That she'd just stay with her pack in the deep forest, far far away to wait it out. As absurd and terrible as it for her body and your relationship. The fear of driving you away was stronger.
On a day you usually leave the house, heading into town to grab a couple items from the market, is the day she heads over to grab a few things. She opens the door to your bedroom, and is stopped at the sight of you naked. Your backside, sliding a shirt over. She shuts the door, her hand gripping the door. Chest expanding and exhaling faster.
She hears you inside, "Wanda...?"
You're probably confused. She's seen you naked before. When you two mated. Poor thing, is all she thinks, you probably think she's shy for walking in on you.
You pull the shirt on, walking to the door and pushing it open with a little more force than you thought. She lets go of the door as you push it open, stepping back, body tense. Your eyebrows furrow.
"Wanda...?"
She has a hand over her face, her eyes shut. Willing herself to calm, relax before she speaks because if she were to now she'd the shut the door behind the two of you, and guide you right to your bed.
"Are you... alright?"
You cross your arms, awaiting an answer, trying to read her. You sigh, "I didn't go into town today because there's this supposed-"
"God," she curses your name, wondering about your small cabin with determined pace. "I'm about to start my rut."
You freeze, the earlier story falling off your lips, "storm... tomorrow... what....?"
She should leave. She turns on her heel. You blink and your chests rising and falling at a pace as you're walked back against the doorframe. Her advancing on you, caging you before tilting her head down to capture your lips. Her eyebrows furrow, focused, a hand coming to tug your waist towards her.
Your arms wrapping around her neck, a surprised sound escaping you when her lips met yours in passion. You've made out a couple times, and this felt different. Her arms wrap around your legs, wrapping them around her waist.
You're gasping for air, loosing any sense of anything fast. You can barely breathe in before her lips are on yours again. Your hands tug at her auburn hair, gripping at the scalp. You clench around nothing, feeling hot between your legs already. And god can she smell it.
She pulls back a second, listening to your ragged breath. Foreheads resting against each other. Her eyes are shut tight, pupils blown.
"I need you to tell me if I ever go far," she husks. "Okay? Answer me."
You're only just catching your breath and she tosses this at you. You're a bit confused, "W-wanda... what...? I.."
"Just answer me. If I go to far, will you tell me?"
"Yes! Yes...? But..." she's cutting you off again, lips brushing against the mark on your neck. A choked keen escapes you, nails digging into her shoulders. Each lick across the skin, open mouth kisses drag you further and further into some lava pool of arousal. It swirls all throughout you, heating you, melting any thoughts that aren't about her.
She carries you into your room, slamming the door shut behind the two of you with her heel. Uncaring about everything in the world except for you in this moment.
Dazed by her ministrations already, you're just focused on how she's making you feel, not about how she's already moved you onto your bed. Her warm hands feel up your shirt have you squirming until she's grasping at your breasts.
You hum, appreciative as she fondles them. As your shirt rides up all the more, she leans in. Her lips brushing your skin. Kissing, sliding around, licking at your nipples to hear you gasp her name.
Your legs slide open as a hand drifts away its attention from your breast. The moment she cups your hot and already wet cunt even over your sleep shorts, you whine for her. The smell washes over her, and all sense of before is lost.
She doesn't even take the time to fully discard your clothes. She only slides it, adjusts it so she touches you directly. Your wetness gathered at her fingers is already being brought to her lips, tasting you. Her tongue licking in the space between her middle and first finger.
You watch in strange satisfaction, need. And your reaction to the sight is to slide your legs open all the more, biting your nail, eyeing her. All clothes are strewn about. More foreplay. Her hand guiding yours down her abdomen, kissing again and again... the smell of arousal filling the room, with the faintest hint of jasmine. Her matured scent.
She tugs your thighs, dragging you to the edge of the bed. Sheets falling along with you. Each leg wraps around her face, settling her right where she wants to be. Your fingers curl around the pillow behind your head, whimpering so sweetly into the air as she drags her tongue flat atop your clit. You sound amazing. Of course you do. A record she’d be more than happy to break to hear the same moans again and again and again and again.
She slides her tongue between your folds, pushing even further to press her tongue into you. Breeching your entrance. You leak around her tongue, hips squirming around. Gripping the pillow tight.
"Mm! Oh!"
Each little sound getting breathier, almost quiet. Your walls squeezing her tongue, shaking as you come down from your first high of the night. She's removing herself so fast. Spreading you however she pleases. Eyes dark taking in the sight before her. Your breasts rising and falling, pussy wide open for her. Glistening.
She slides a hand down towards you, her middle finger finding its way inside you. Stretching you one finger at a time. Truly feeling you clench around her now. She's had you before and she can't even believe it herself that such time has gone by and she's not done this.... She agrees internally that she should do this every night... morning...
Her fingers prod, angling directly to hit a spot that breaks you down more than others. Finding where you're sensitive. Each spot she targets, breaking you down more than you thought possible. You pant beneath her, dizzyingly pushing back against her fingers. rolling your hips despite your second orgasm.
Satisfaction swells inside her when you whine in need when she pulls her fingers out of you. Three were once shoving themselves in you, relentless, to watch you arch into her.
She brushes her sweaty hair back with fingers that were just inside you. With a vision blurry, you trace down her body. Her face, one you love. And her body, one you desire.
You reach for her, brushing her cheek. And without asking, she knows. She leans in, pressing her lips to yours again. Tongues meeting, mingling. And you spend a moment like that. Wrapped in each other, kissing till you feel your lips will fall off. Her hands, god how you love them, grip your thighs. She brings them to wrap around her waist, all so she can slide her painfully hard dick between your folds.
You pant quick, breaking the kiss as she rubs about at your entrance. The bed beneath you, sheets of green now look as if they've merged with the forest themselves with the darker shade due to you leaking about. She slides it about on her length before she presses the tip at your entrance. A short gasp escape you at the feeling, at the knowledge.
Each slow inch she pushes in. Teeth gritting, grinding. She's really trying to hold everything back, and she truly can't help herself by indulging a couple full length thrusts. It's hypnotizing to watch your breasts move about in this angle, to watch your expression contort in pleasure.
She bends and moves you about to however she wants. Finding different reasons why she likes different positions, manhandling you into whatever she prefers. At whatever mercy she chooses.
On your back. Her lips sliding messily all over your breasts, kissing and bitting. Even sucking right on your nipple to make you keen harder.
Your side, her hands holding you wide. Thrusting her hips right into you. You couldn't get enough yourself. Her hot breath on your ear, whispering hot nothings. Dirty talk. Biting and nipping your ear.
Your hands and knees.... your chest and knees. Hands desperately grabbing the torn sheets under you. Moaning into the bed at each individual thrust.
Moans falling all over the room.
"Wanda! Wanda... ah.. ah... ah.. oh!"
You find she loves having you on her lap. Large hands enveloping your thighs, assisting you in moving you on her length. She lets your body drop back down on her, hands guiding your hips to grind around on her length. The feeling makes her head fall back, bite her lip, curse into the air.
"God, fuck... fuck, just like that.... fuck yourself on me."
You're exhausted. Dazed. Dizzy. Mindless. Full of her, even to the point it leaks from you. She knots you, stopping a moment. Other times, she's still contained to push in deeper. Mesmerized by your hole sucking her in. And at one time, she's even thrusted it in and out of you, watching it slide and move about. Twitch as she fills you again and again.
Every conscious thought has all combined into one. To get you so full of her there's not even one single doubt of pregnancy in either of your minds. That when she's done, there's some weird change you're confirmed to be carrying her pup by tomorrow morning.
And all the while, she's still going. Behind you now, thrusting into you. A hand over your mouth, your eyes rolled back as you shudder under her yet again. Rolling your hips with her thrusts, muffled whimpers and cries.
Your pussy is red, swollen, fucked. Slick too... A mix of saliva, cum, and your wetness. It clenches whenever she pulls out, empty, contorted to her size. A choked and drained whine escapes you as she licks up the side of your neck. Biting down on the mating mark. A full body jolt at the feeling.
"Alpha," you mumble, voice sore.
She hums, almost purring. Nuzzling into you, stuffed herself in you yet again. This time from behind. Your back arched to meet where her hips are tugging back, guiding both of you back from being connected. You whine a little, so very sensitive. She says it all in your ear directly, breath hot against the side of your sweaty face. Her hand gripping at your hair, tugging your head back painfully.
"This, all of you... you all belong to me," she says, completely serious. "Your body, your mind, soul, pussy. It's all for me forever. All of you. You're mine."
She presses a kiss to your mark, feeling you nod. Tired, exhausted. Her knot slides loose again, cum falling onto the sheets that're in dire need of a wash. Full of your scents. But you know later you'll have to fight Wanda on getting the sheets washed. If she had it her way, she'd have it stay this way forever.
She looks down at you. hips collapsing onto the bed, exhaustion creeping into your body. Unable to hold the position she referenced as presenting yourself. Fully sinking into the bed, panting. Wanda lays on the spot beside you, herself pushing towards the front of the haze she's been in. She turns toward you, gently lifting your face so your eyes meet hers.
"Baby…" her voice gentle, nurturing, concerned. "Are you alright....?"
You nod, nuzzling into her hand. Your breathing is still uneven, chest rising and falling as you try to steady yourself.
“Yeah,” you murmur after a moment, voice a little breathless. “Just… tired.”
Wanda studies you carefully, her eyes moving over your face as if searching for any sign you’re pushing yourself too far. When she doesn’t find what she fears, some of the tension in her shoulders eases. Her hand slides from your cheek to the back of your neck, guiding you closer until your forehead rests against hers.
“You pushed yourself,” she says quietly, not scolding—just stating it, the concern still lingering in her tone.
You let out a small huff of a laugh, eyes slipping shut. “Maybe a little...?"
Her lips press softly to your temple, lingering there for a second longer than necessary. “Next time,” she murmurs, “you tell me when you’re getting close to your limit.”
“I wanted to keep going,” you admit softly. "I want to ke..."
“No.... but I understand,” she replies, her voice warm with affection. “But I like you better when you’re not about to pass out on me.”
That earns a faint smile from you. Wanda shifts beside you, easing you further into the pillows and pulling the blanket up over both of you. Her arm wraps around your waist, holding you close in a way that feels grounding after the intensity of moments before.
“Just breathe,” she murmurs, her fingers lazily tracing along your side. “I’ve got you.”
Your breathing gradually slows, the room settling into a quiet calm as the last of the tension fades. Wanda presses another soft kiss to your hairline, staying close, watching over you as you recover in the warmth of her arms.
note: soo..... sorry for the taglist, I just did everyone from the last fic here. Not that you all would want to read this. I just know you wanted to read the first, and here's part two IF you'd like to :)
