Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader (Oneshots)

Refuge (Wanda)*

Warnings: NSFW, smut, angst, fingering, oral (giving and receiving), fingering, face sitting, dildo use, dom!wanda undertones, multi-orgasm, lesbian sex...
P.S.: This is part two to Escape.

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There were many secrets buried deep within Westview. The quiet, little known town turned into a heaping pile of deep and dark secrets that dared never be revealed the moment Wanda stepped foot in it. A perfect life was built around everyone, established in every home, contained and controlled by the magic that was buried deep within Wanda's soul.

But secrets were being revealed, and "the perfect life" was being burnt down around her.

Everything had fallen apart.

She was scared, and she was angry. First, that stupid organization that had crawling up Wanda's back ruined everything. They broke into her home, tried to kill her, tried to bring it all down.

As if that was not enough, Vision practically turned against her when he learned that this fantasy world was just that: a fantasy. She tried so hard to make a perfect life with her family, and it was blowing up in her face. She thought everyone was happy, content, living out good lives with healthy minds and hearts. She thought everything was going to work out.

But after a big reveal by her nosy neighbor, who turned out to be a greedy witch out for her power. Agnes—or rather, Agatha—had done so much. The citizens had suffered because of Wanda's magic, the town she made had collapsed, S.W.O.R.D. moved in against them, and it all went down in a matter of just a few hours. Everything was ruined. Vision was gone, her children were gone, everything was gone.

Except for you.

You were waiting for her, scared and confused as the safe haven that was built around you, for you, was beginning to malfunction. It was flickering and falling apart as you worried over Wanda, over whether or not she was alright.

Wanda waited until she was completely alone—so completely and utterly alone—before she came for you. You were the only thing she had left. After everything, all of her efforts, you were it. So she came for you, whisking you away from your little slice of your lives and from the horrors of all the ruin around her.

You were still worried as she took you with her. Away from all the pain, away from all the hurt. She took you out of her escape and into your refuge.

Now it was just you and Wanda, tucked away somewhere in the mountains. You had thought maybe, just maybe, your lives would finally shape together. Maybe you would finally be happy with Wanda, to keep her all to yourselves.

But while you both lived in your little cabin in the woods, Wanda spent most of her time locked away in a room, studying magic and growing her power. You lived with a copy of her, an illusion that would sit with you, eat with you, go on silent strolls...but it was not enough. It was not her.

At first, you were just worried, concerned over her well-being after she had lost just about everything. Then you were frustrated that she avoided you so much...and then you were angry about the neglect she showed you after so much time you spent at her side, trying to make her laugh on days where she was at her lowest, giving her your body and your love on days where she needed them the most. Now here she was, hiding away and leaving you with nothing but an illusion to keep you company.

You were tired, you were frustrated, and you just wanted your Wanda.

You had enough.

You were packing, grabbing clothes and essentials as you stuffed your things in a bag. You heard the footsteps behind you as Wanda's double stepped to the threshold of the room. She wore baggy sweatpants and an even baggier shirt with her hair pulled back into half a ponytail. Her arms had been crossed over her chest and she was smiling until she realized what you were doing. She straightened up, a worried look on her face as she looked at you.