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Revelations and Reprimands
Synopsis- Wanda overhears the conversation you have with Tommy and Billy when you think she isn't around, she is not pleased one bit when hears what you utter.
Pairings- Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Warnings- Bad parenting (?)
Word Count- 3k
A/N- Gonna post this then dip for a few months. To my followers tho, stay super freaky, have great vagina, I love yaa!!
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The rays of sun up above were beating down on your exposed neck like an insistent hot skillet clad onto your back, the sweat glistened on your body making you look like a sizzling hot dog amongst the raging flames on a grill. The heat is the reason why you were only in a white tank top paired with old basketball shorts that have garnered numerous paint stains from moving into your current home a few years ago.
The blaring heat also being the cause for Tommy and Billy to be doused in layers of sunscreen as they protested against Wanda who was stern with them that she didn't want them to get sunburnt, making it her mission to lather every inch of their exposed skin.
As Wanda looked out the window she couldn't help but smile at the sight she had trouble keeping her eyes off of as she prepared a grand lunch for you and the boys.
She was positioned in front of the sink washing the freshly picked strawberries from her very own garden that she took much pride in bragging about at PTA meetings and in her gardening Facebook group. Constantly glancing out the window to see your crouched form near the sliding back door, spray bottle in hand as you portrayed a concentrated demeanor coupled with Billy and Tommy’s kidlike shouts as they played on the swings with huge toothless smiles that made her heart spin thousands of times over.
The cold water running down her fingers as she rubbed the ripe berries was a stark contrast to the heat berating you, but not more annoying than the bugs that sought to unionize in various places in your home. Pain from a stiff back and exhausting heat outweighed waking up at three am with a certain someone ripping all the sheets from the bed swearing to have seen a colony of ants congregating by her pillowside. Coupled with the constant excuses Tommy and Billy gave during dinner time, claiming there were tiny critters crawling around in their greens which was a clear lie, although the slight tensing of Wanda’s jaw showed her irritation.
Deciding to multitask with your outside chores, a large white garbage bag is stationed next to your figure, stuffed with various weeds that you had previously pulled from the ground. Now was the perfect opportunity to get this done so Wanda was no longer on your ass, complaining about how the weeds made her garden look messy. You, never being able to say no to her, made the decision for the chores to be completed sooner than later a reality.
Just as you set down the bug repellent to yank a dwindling mini weed, out of the corner of your eye you catch a literal settlement of small and big ants scurrying in a single file line. Your hand already grabbing the spray bottle as you didn’t hesitate to hose down the small colony. Eyes scrunched as you watched the ants scatter and disassemble.
What you failed to notice was Billy’s approaching figure with a quizzical look etched onto his juvenile face. As he came up from behind you with a question on the tip of his tongue Tommy rushed from behind, trying to get him to come back to the swings.
“C'mon Billy, one more round on the swings then we can have a slide race!” Tommy gasped out, his features exuding pure happiness as he attempted to tug his brother along. How he wasn’t breathless from running that long distance to where Billy was standing was something that stuck to the back of your mind.
But Billy was too focused on what you were doing, Tommy’s uproar of a claim already catching your attention and making you aware of their presence, your head twisting in their direction with a smirk represented on your face.
Just then Tommy let out a small squeal at the putrid smell that had just entered his nostril, his small hands coming to cover his nose swiftly.
“Don’t be such a baby, Tommy, it’s just bug repellent. Look mama’s using it to kill the bugs.” Billy stated with a smug smile on his face, knowing that statement would trigger him in some way because Tommy loved to claim he knew everything using the fact that he was older to support that idea.
The smile on your lips broadens at the banter going on between the prepubescent boys that had started to occur after Billy’s words. “Hey, maybe you guys should take your talk over there. Your mom would kill me if she knew I had you guys over her next to these heavy chemicals.” You remarked as you pointed your gloved finger towards the play set with raised eyebrows.
But that idea was quickly cut off when Billy pointed his stubby pointer finger in the direction of the ground, your gaze turning to yet another wave of ants. You motioned for the boys to move back as you release another wave of chemical death toward the pests. A fresh wave of wind shifted some of the rancid mist in the direction of the boys. Billy’s face scrunched up in disgust while Tommy had let out a mantra of words that you’d never thought you hear come from his mouth in all his youthful glory.
“Holy shit! That stinks.”
An automatic laugh escaped from your mouth before you could really process the situation, Billy’s laughter not helping you reel in your initial shock to chastise Tommy. You blow out some air from your mouth before you try to act like an adult and reprimand him for his language. But the sight of Billy with his hands on his head and huge toothless beam made the thought of telling the kid who stood in anxiousness off.
“Mama, why are you killing the bugs if they are outside?” Tommy asks in a haze of innocence.
You bite down on your bottom lip trying to find a reasonable answer to tell the young children, “These bugs tend to get inside no matter how hard I try to block them from the inside, you guys aren’t leaving the windows open when you’re not supposed to right?” You add at the end that gets some playful laughter out of the boys. Billy and Tommy chuckle as they grab their bellies, shaking their heads in the negative.
Their cheery laughter makes you look back towards them and question their honesty as you raise your eyebrows with a knowingly look in their direction, the only expression each of them gives is an expression with wide eyes and pressed lips, a look that you have known well when confronting them about their naughtiness.
You exert a low chuckle at their mischievous behavior, “Don’t tell your mommy I said this but I think it’s her, she’s always leaving them open in our room and in the kitchen.” Silly beams were planted on their faces as they listened closely to your words.
You motioned them closer with your fingers, trying to create more distance from where you guys were huddled and the window you could see Wanda from, who was occupied with her back turned in the kitchen, “Hey listen, when I was in the backyard one day I could hear her singing in our room from all the way down here. Definitely better than Auntie Agatha’s.”
Loud chuckles are released from their small lungs, the boys go into an uncontrollable fit of laughter when you mentioned Agatha’s not-so-enjoyable singing that she had no problem sharing when she came over every other weekend.
While the boys are coming down from their laughing fit you are quick to spray a spider web that has made its way awfully close to a window that was unsurprisingly cracked open.
“These damn spiders keep coming back, so I thought if I kill their family they won’t feel at home here anymore. No more children to practice teaching how to spin a web with, and no more momma for them to find pleasure with.” You unconsciously spit out, whispering the last part under your breath. Forgetting the presence of your kids and their innocent minds for a split second, when you do there is a slight freeze in your motions afterward, but what’s the harm if Wanda isn’t around to hear it?
Unfortunately, Wanda had heard every word of that sentence. What you failed to realize was her presence leaning on the threshold of the backyard door. During the time you had been talking to Tommy and Billy, she had fully set up the outside table for the lunch she had completed, only staying to watch you three with a bright smile on her face when she heard the gracious laughter of her godsent boys.
A warm style remained on her face as she watched the sight of you three naturally conversing, but that snug smile quickly vanished from her face the second she heard that far-fetched sentence spoken into existence by you. A cloud of hurt waved over her just elated demeanor, as you told the story about killing the spiders family so it would no longer find your house a home and stay, it hit her close to home in the chest making her hug her stomach as a slight storm brewed within her.
A second before she was about to interrupt the laughter coming from the boys she witnessed something she wouldn’t have thought to occur for years, that specific something coming from her ten-year-old boys. She witnessed Billy and Tommy turning towards each other to exchange whispers with one another, fear and apprehension laced Billy’s face as Tommy had a poised expression. After their whispers, they nodded their heads toward one another and looked your way with that mischievous look they tended to hold when they were about to commit an indecent act.
“Fuck that spider's family.” Tommy voiced brazenly, his and Billy’s eyes gauging your reaction. Waiting to see if you would berate them like Wanda would have if she heard those words come from their mouths. After all, between their two parents, you were definitely the more laid-back one who let more things slide when you shouldn’t.
Wanda’s blood began to simmer at the lack of your reaction, her head tilting to the right as her jaw slightly clenched. Her infuriation rose to an all-time high when you turned around with a smirk on your face and uttered a string of words that managed to turn her evening completely upside down.
“That’s right, fuck their families.” The two giddy children broke into another fit of laughter at your lack of care for what the older twin had spewed moments ago and your response. All the laughter in the next moment immediately stopped with brief words coupled with a tone so daunting all the color drained from you and the two youngsters' faces.
“Thomas. William. Wash your hands.” Her tone was eerily calm as her eyes remained on your frozen figure and nowhere else. The boys quickly looked in her direction while avoiding eye contact, scurrying past her so she couldn’t scold them even for a second. When the boys were out of eyesight her gaze rested on you coldly, your eyes aimed towards the patio as your teeth kept your lower lip interlocked and your thoughts running rampant on all the possibilities of Wanda giving you a much-needed earful.
Now Wanda knew where the trait of avoiding eye contact when in deep trouble came from which was deeply rooted in the boys. Being shaken out of her thoughts as your figure ascended into a standing position, your eyes finally met her. Wanda still held an appalled look, her eyes staring deadly into yours. A small whimper was released from your parted lips at her chilling glare. You don’t know how much she heard and you didn’t want to know, the thought of the unknown not bothering you in the slightest.
Putting down the bug killer and plopping your dirty garden gloves next to the canister, you make your way over to Wanda’s intimidating figure. A big lump in your throat prevents you from emitting coherent words from your mouth, you stand in front of Wanda, your ability to talk has suddenly disappeared and now you are looking foolish.
Although it doesn't show on your face your heart is thumping so hard like a sledgehammer is consistently pounding on your heart due to the panic coursing through your bones. Wanda’s silence coupled with her intense stare starts to move some gears inside of you that aren’t so appropriate for this situation. With your thoughts being loud, also before you can knock those thoughts out of your head she helps you, “Y/n.”
You stutter with a mixture of fear and nervousness from her intense gaze, “Ok, my bad. You know when you look at me like that it ju-”
But she is quick to cut you off, not wanting you to deter the conversation from its true purpose, “Don’t.”
That instant you shut up and keep your lips sealed, shaking your head as a fidgety gesture. Her tone assures you of the wrath that is about to come, and rightfully so. Her hands are still crossed as she starts raining down her thoughts of pure discontent with your actions toward allowing the boys to behave that way without a scolding.
Billy and Tommy have neglected to actually go and wash their hands for lunch, instead peaking around the kitchen counter to witness Wanda uncrossing her arms, gesturing frantically with her arms. Your face is filled with regret as you shake your head after every word she says, not daring to utter a single word.
The children watch from beyond with wide eyes and stunned faces, Wanda’s voice starting to rise slightly as you fail to respond to any of the questions she asked. Tommy turns around to Billy with a worried expression, “Does this mean they are gonna divorce?” He whispered, his small body filled with too much unease.
Billy looks over with a frightened look. “No Tommy, they can’t. When people love each other they can never stop, mommy and mama included.”
Tommy wasn’t at all relieved at Billy’s statement, his worry growing tenfolds at possibly being the cause of his parents leaving each other because of his actions. The boys turned back towards their bickering parents the second they heard your voice that had been radio silent for the past minutes.
“I know baby, I was joking. I promise you I didn’t mean any of it.” You tried to convey to her, knowing her history, internally punching yourself over and over again for even mentioning that earlier sentence. Your hands slowly approach her wrists to provide her some comfort.
She is quick to swat your approaching hands away as her blood is still boiling, her eyebrows scrunching in exasperation, “Don’t baby me right now. You shouldn’t be telling our children stories about killing a bug's family and then proceeding to laugh about it.” She states in such vigor you internally agree to shut the fuck up for the time being, “I don’t give a fuck if you were joking, Y/n, never do that shit again.” She delivers in a tone of finality, her head tilt returning again.
You shake your head in silent agreement, accepting the fact that you fucked up and need to do better. As you look away from Wanda’s piercing evergreen eyes you catch sight of Tommy and Billy peaking at you two from the kitchen, your eyebrows rising in surprise which causes Wanda to turn around and catch sight of them too.
Wanda lets out a strained sigh, pressing her palm against her forehead, not wanting Billy and Tommy to see their parents arguing has gone completely out of the window. Rubbing the creases on her forehead away before she makes eye contact with both of the boys.
Increasing the pitch of her voice she says, “I didn’t know you guys were there sorry, don’t be like your mommy, both of us.” Turning to give you a disturbing glare.
“How comes we can’t say it but you can? “Tommy suddenly implored with bunched eyebrows.
Wanda releases a quick breath in disbelief, shaking her head at the sudden gall he had to ask her such a question, “Because first of all I am an adult, but most importantly your mother.” Her previous high pitch voice was gone.
She thought she had finally cracked the audacity that spawned in the twins today but was taken aback when the next moment they turned their heads whispering to one another then snickering, Billy shoving Tommy’s shoulder with wide eyes, albeit still giggling. You stood where you were, with no intention of getting scolded again or going in between the wrath of Wanda and her parenting.
Wanda tells them to share what they want to hide so badly, causing Billy to immediately stop his laughter and look like a dear caught in headlights, his eyes looking over to you for a semblance of help that you were afraid to even think about giving, fearful of Wanda’s deathly gaze adorning you again.
Tommy like the brave soul he has consistently appeared to be this evening had no problem telling Wanda what he was just whispering in his twin's ear, “Since that spider's family is dead now they don’t have a momma to pleasure…that it should come find you like Mama said earlier.” He ends with a finger pointing in your direction, practically slapping you while he is at it.
Fuck. Your facial features, body, breathing, and hell even heart stopped for those unsettling few seconds of silence, no one dared move as the tension was almost visible. Your eyes glued onto Wanda’s figure, her body unmoving, but damn was her mind was whirling with a million thoughts swimming words she rather the boys not hear at their young age.
Your blood runs ice cold as you see Wanda slowly turn her head back in your direction. Her facial features are void of emotion as she deeply stares into your soul. You kept eye contact with her, afraid to even move a single muscle after she waved the twins away to their rooms. And once you saw her head tilt to the right you swear you saw a flash of heavens gates, at least this wouldn’t be the worst way to go out, staring into the eyes of your beloved wife who would be putting you there.
“Y/n!”
Oh shit. Yes oh shit indeed.
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i know you may want to relax after the drop of ilgoss but is it possible that in the future there can be another series of reader and wanda first meeting in college and their journey before they got married?
Somebody already requested it :) and it's already lined up in the masterlist
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Recs for top!reader and bottom!natasha pleaseeee. Maybe authors or fics?🥺
of course! i tried tagging as much as i could for you but enjoy these bottom nat fics <3 you can check their page/masterlist for other bottom nat ones or just other fics i’m sure they will appreciate the love and support. i hope it’s okay to tag you all so i can give you credit :) i’m putting it in the tag for whoever else is interested as well as these are all amazing reads
@blackkwidowed
@potentialsandwhich
@bottomnatashaisgreat
@didujustcallmedumb
@lesbian-dp
this by @loqov
this by @wandasmistress
this by @gaywalker80085
this by @honey-sweet-hiraeth
this by @caffeinated-mess (wandanat tho)
this by @tahliafox
this by @wandasbb
this by @vancityfire13
this by @randomshyperson
this by @cthulhus-curse
this by @scarlet-witxh
this by @twilight-99-tm
this by @bagdaddyb
this by @sapphickorro (it’s basically bottom nat lol)
this by @mostlymarvelsstuff (power bottom reader)
this by @revelinwritin
this by @luthorgarbage
this by @aphrodite-made-me-write-it
this by @wandaromanova
this by @romanoffsbish it’s sad but really good and it’s bottom nat smut so
this is all i have for now :)
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whats your dark fics blog again?
@doesntseemfxir
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You Belong to Me
Request- Hello :) could you write Wanda x fem!reader where Wanda loves to tease R by flirting with other people and making her jealous so she flirts with Nat and R snaps, making Wanda suck her strap and fucking her in front of Nat to show her who she belongs to?
Synopsis- You and Wanda have been seeing each other officially on the down low. So when she tests you, you must let her know that she is yours, and only yours.
Pairings- Bottom!Wanda Maximoff x Top!Reader
Warnings- 18+ Content
Word Count- 4.4k
A/N- You already know I had to come back just to show some appreciation to Lizzie mf Olsen, happy birthday wife love u forever <3 This has been sitting in my drafts for a while(months), about time I got it out lol.</p>
*this does not mean im off hiatus, I still cant write a single paragraph for shit :(
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It was currently eleven pm and there you sat on the common room's incredibly comfy couch, staring thoughtlessly at the flickering 146” flat screen tv Tony had bought to lure more people into the living space to socialize. But he was wrong, the tv was so large that it managed to captivate everyone’s attention, leaving them astounded by its presence. So there was no real socializing going on except everyone gathering around to be couch potatoes for the next few hours.
At first, all you could do was helplessly stare at the screen, soaking in all the engrossing action-packed scenes and eye-opening visuals that had your mouth agape in awe, until she walked in. Her long deep auburn locks sway in all types of directions from her steady movements, reeling you in and taking your attention away from the attention-grabbing flatscreen instantly. The way her hips perfectly rocked side to side as she took each step closer to where you were, coming to a full stop in front of you while your eyes grazed over every inch of her faultless figure.
Your mouth stayed parted as you sat silently in front of the staggering beauty, staring at her with adoration, you didn't dare blink once afraid of missing an ounce of her alluring presence.
“Hey, Wanda.” You rasped out, taking in an uneven deep breath as you continued to stare.
She knew how you felt about her since you two have been seeing each other on the low for about five months now, fucking each other senseless most nights you caught yourselves alone together. By now you knew every inch of each other bodies but it still amazed her how much of a lovesick fool you acted around her in public.
You both agreed there was no point in telling the others because their maturity level was too low to uphold that type of information anyway, plus the constant teasing and jokes would make both of you insane. But if the team really wanted to know it wouldn't take much to figure out what was going on with all the time you and Wanda spent out of the compound together, talking secretively, eating lunch together almost every day, and always being close to one another. The proof is evident to those who aren't blind.
Wanda didn't respond to your greeting as she took a seat right next to you, awfully too close to your thighs, almost sitting in your lap. You sucked hard on your cheeks to suppress the urge to touch her to the best of your ability. There were others in the room although their eyes were glued to the screen, you still didn’t want to risk it.
Clint passed out straightaway when the movie started to play, he took up the plush velvet loveseat that was basically his from how often he resided there. While Natasha sat on an armchair to the side of the sectional you were currently sitting on. She was in your line of sight, her legs hanging from the armrests as she intently stared at the flashing screen, unbothered by the both of you.
“Hi,” Wanda answered simply with rosy cheeks, becoming flustered by the way you were staring at her, “what are you watching?”
It took a few moments for you to process what she said and then come up with a response because you were too busy caught in a trance staring at the way her mouth was moving.
“Oh, nothing- I mean just a movie.” You said quickly, your sudden rush in words causing her eyebrows to quark up and a small smirk to form on her lips.
“It seems like the only thing you're watching right now is me, precisely my lips.” She replies with a light chuckle, bathing in your attention.
But all you could do is nod your head subtly, looking off into the distance because of the slight embarrassment you were feeling. Not responding to her as your hand came up to scratch the back of your neck that wasn't itching.
In the next second, she bent down, her face mere inches away from yours as she navigated her mouth to the shell of your ear. “Don’t worry, moya lyubov'. I love it when I make you stutter and act like a fool with just my presence.”
The only answer she receives is a small smile from you and a quick nod. Her stomach doing backflips at the way she has gotten you the noisy, cocky, smart-ass to subdue into a calm and demure version that she adored. She admired every single part about it, the way your eyes would dance around her body sending furtive tingles down her spine, or the way you subtly licked your lips as you locked eyes with her which made her want to jump on you instantly and send kisses down your warm neck that she loved sucking on, dearly.
With her thoughts clouded on the only thing possible for her in this situation, which is kissing you she slowly moves away from your ear and towards your dry lips. A playful smirk appears on her face as she comes forward to capture your lips in a kiss. When she is a second away from taking your lips on you avert your head in the other direction, your lips barely grazing hers. Her eyebrows scrunch together as she takes her head back and looks at you in a baffled mien.
You stiffly get up from your position on the couch and talk to her in a hushed tone while bringing your hand up to her arm, “Come on, you know we can't do that here.”
A small sweet pout finds its way on her face and you quickly look away knowing you won't be able to deny anything she wants if you continue staring at her.
“Your lips were very dry, I wanted to moisturize them for you.” She told you quietly while bringing her hand up to the side of your face so you could look at her again, only then did you catch the disappearing grin held on her face.
But you quickly dismissed her offer, shaking her off. You touched your lips feeling that they were in fact very dry. You gave a quick lick to your lips to tame the dryness, for now, not noticing the way Wanda’s eyes quirked up at the movement. “Well, then I better go get some buttery popcorn to help them.” And you briskly walked off towards the direction of the kitchen not waiting to see Wanda’s reaction. She let out a huff of breath and muttered a fine then sat back on the couch, crossing her arms over her body as she rolled her eyes and looked around the room.
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When you came back to your spot on the couch with your arms full of bagged candied junk and a big bucket of popcorn that you drenched in butter, ready to get your hands messy if it meant there was more flavor. You were expecting to see Wanda sitting next to your spot but instead the whole sectional was empty when you picked up your head in confusion that's when you spotted her; in reality them.
There Wanda was, sitting on Natasha’s lap, her position had changed so now she was sitting properly in the chair as Wanda was sitting horizontally on her lap, her legs hanging off the side of the armrest. Your fingers clenched tightly as you squeezed the life out of the candy bags in your fist. Irritation bubbling up inside of you fast, or was it jealousy? You didn't care to figure out which ones it was as you sat down grumpily with a displeased face.
You glanced over to Natasha and Wanda every now and then, seeing the way Nat’s hand was resting too low on Wanda’s back for your liking. Your lip raised in disgust as anger boiled inside of you, all of your focus now on the pair. You turned your head away quickly, rolling your eyes in the process as you glanced back at the screen, a cloud of envy overcoming you. Seeing Natasha be that close to Wanda made your skin crawl, she was yours, not hers, so why was Wanda entertaining that idea with a slick smile on her face,
Wanda could feel you staring daggers into the side of her head and she was enjoying every second of it. It was rare for her to ever see an ounce of jealousy pour out from you but she wanted to try something new for once and see your reaction, and she loved it. From the corner of her eye, she could see how your gaze stayed fixated on her. How your jaw was clenching and unclenching each time Natasha rubbed her backside and gripped her waist a little tighter.
She even made eye contact with you multiple times, staring into your pique-filled irises and she couldn't help but smirk and send a small wave your way, biting her lip to add an extra bit of pettiness because she knew what it did to you. All you could do was look away with a roll of your eyes, their intertwined hands replaying in your mind hundreds of times over, gritting your teeth slowly behind your closed mouth.
You tried to keep your attention on the tv and not on Wanda even though you could hear her snicker and whisper at Natasha every few seconds, the sound of Natasha's laughter adding fuel to the displeasure you were feeling. You sat bitterly munching on the popcorn that you no longer had much enthusiasm for, but it was something that was distracting you for now at least.
When you finished all your snacks and popcorn in record time you continued staring at the glowing screen that was not getting your full attention, your arms crossed with a grudge now accustomed to your face. But it was when a familiar loud muffled laugh reached your ears your head flipped over towards the direction of the disruption, you wished you hadn't turned around because it was an eyesore.
Wanda was chuckling into Natasha’s neck as Natasha’s hand firmly gripped her ass, by this time irritation had fully consumed you long ago and you were just waiting for the breaking point where you went erratic and now was that time.
You abruptly got up from the couch and snatched all your wrappers and empty popcorn bowl, flinging them onto the kitchen counter as you passed it on the way to your room. Your heavy steps thundered in the quiet hallway, followed by a harsh slam of a door. While you were in your room brewing in hatred, Wanda and Natasha had witnessed the sudden outburst that made each of them pause their movements and watch you retreat to your room with hunched shoulders.
A frown came to Wanda’s face when she thought she took it too far, quickly releasing herself from Natasha’s hold and sitting down when you had previously sat, guilt clouding her consciousness as she wrapped herself in her arms. She wanted so badly to go and comfort you but she thought you wouldn't want to see her face so soon after the stunt she pulled. Internally scolding herself for inflicting those images that would have definitely gotten her riled up if she saw you wrapped in Natasha’s arms.
While Wanda was still reprimanding her actions in her head while staring down at her lap she failed to notice you entering back into the common room, concealed in your favorite wool grey blanket. She only noticed your presence when she felt a dip in the couch and your chummy arm wrapped around her shoulders causing her to jump from the abruptness. But when she turned to look she saw a slick smile on your face that made a shiver run down her spine. Her eyes narrowed just slightly as her eyebrows pinched together in perplexity.
She continued to look at you in bewilderment as you squeezed her shoulder with your hand and brought her body closer to yours. She didn't question a thing and went along with the strange behavior you were displaying if it meant that you forgave her for her earlier incautious antics that she deeply regretted. It surprised her greatly when you proceeded to wrap the thick blanket over her body, hiding both your bodies under the large duvet, your familiar scent wafting into her nose. She stiffened in her spot, shoulder tense and mouth tight-lipped. She brought her face back towards the screen and faked interest as she tried to calm herself down from your peculiar behavior.
Then she felt your callous hands slide their way onto her bare thighs, her breath becoming shallow as she started to feel that familiar vibrating pulse that made her shut her eyes tightly and breathe in through her nose deeply. Just like how she knew what her lip-biting did to you, you knew how your touch affected her gravely. You let out a low chuckle into her ear at her reaction that you could never get enough of, tightening your grip on her slightly quivering thigh while your free hand moved the stray hair from the side of her face then sent a soft kiss to her temple.
She let out a soft gasp as her hand unconsciously moved under the blanket toward her heated center. The tension built up too much for her to properly function right now and she had to ease a little of it, at least that's what she told herself. You know exactly what she was doing the moment her arm moved under the blanket, your eyes following it attentively as it stopped above her center, a smug grin overcoming your face. Your hand was quick to move from her thigh and meet her hand at her center.
You clicked your tongue three times to catch her attention and whispered, “Filthy brats like you are always impatient.” You scold her with a sneering tone, biting her earlobe and making her shudder on the spot.
“I’m sorry.” She breathes out, eyes shut as more tension is added.
“It’s a little too late for that, sweetheart.” You hiss into her ear, a small whine releasing from the back of her throat when she feels your fingers rub over her clothed pussy.
“I really am, I really regret it. Please-.” She whispers out to you. Looking you deeply in the eyes, now it’s becoming hard for you to stay mad at her when she gives you that look. Her needy fingers quickly grip yours as she moves them past her pants and thong directly to her clit, “here.” She finishes off by biting her lip tenderly and staring enchantingly into your dour eyes.
You immediately remove your fingers from under her thong and pull it back causing it to snap back onto her aching clit, smiling as you see her close her eyes from the abrupt pleasure she has been longing for.
You bring your mouth impossibly close to her ear and whisper out, “Then you should’ve thought before you acted like such a dirty little slut.” A muffled moan comes from her as you wrap the palm of your hand over her mouth, silencing her.
She squirms in her spot, begging for your fingers to play with her down under again, but she knows she can't be too loud in case she attracts attention and that's what makes the smug smile reappear on your face. When you make eye contact with her, you so badly want to stop the teasing and give her what she so desperately needs when a small pout forms on her precious face while her eyebrows furrow together instantly, but you hold out a little longer.
Everything changes when you hear a loud laugh ring through your ears, disrupting your out-of-control thoughts about all the things you wanted to do to Wanda right now, how your mouth itched to be on every inch of her body. Your head shot towards the irksome sound, your eyes traveling to a very giggly Natasha who was doubling back in laughter.
You started to become infuriated with the way Natasha seemed to keep coming in between you and Wanda and out of anger, your hands squeezed like they normally did when you got too mad and needed to physically expel the energy. What you hadn’t noticed was your hand unconsciously traveling down towards Wanda’s center and encasing it in the palm of your hand, applying harsh pressure when you squeezed your fist.
This caused Wanda to let out a prolonged gruff moan that immediately shut Natasha up, making her head whip toward your direction. A conniving smirk appears on your face when you make eye contact with Natasha whose lips are pressed so tightly together that they form a straight line. While you're too busy reveling in the way Natasha’s confounded face enlightens you, you fail to notice the way her eyes trail to a still Wanda whose head hangs down as she pants with an open mouth while her eyes are pinched shut.
Natasha’s eyes automatically raise at the sight, her head instantly snapped back towards the now not-so-enticing screen attempting to clear her mind of what just happened. Your venomous stare is still on her figure until there is messy panting in your ear, turning over to see Wanda resting her head on your shoulder as she grinds her hips into your still-stiff hand, her movements quenching her thirst for you to give her pleasure.
You decide to indulge in her urges and cup her cunt with such vigorousness that an oncoming moan gets trapped in her throat and her eyes roll to the back of her head in gratification. The next thing she does while she is in this intense moment of nostalgia is bite her bottom lip firmly. Once her plump bottom lip pops out of her pearly white teeth’s grasp you start breathing again.
“Fuck, you’re doing it again.” You groan out. Your other hand snaking up her waist, her trembling figure tucked close to you again, “teasing me like that when you know I can't have you fully.” You conclude which makes her give out a hazy chuckle.
“Who says you can’t?” She whispers back, a little too loud, but you don’t care one bit.
This triggers a ferocious instinct within you when you hear her response and quickly move her hand under the blanket toward your crotch. Her eyes light up at the gesture and she bites the inside of her cheek as she feels a bulge coming from your sweats. Her eyes trail up slowly to yours and she licks her now dry lips, encasing your bulge with her nimble fingers that seemed to fit perfectly around it.
“Suck it.” You burst out quietly, staring her down.
She lets out a laugh in a response to your absurd command but quickly stops when she realizes you weren't joking. Her face drops in all emotion when she realizes you were serious, her eyes shifting around the room to Clint who was, no surprise, still knocked out, and to a tense Natasha. When she looked back at you you were nodding your head for her to do it and that was all it took for her to dive under the blanket swiftly. Her fingers already pulling down at the waistband of your sweats. It caught you off guard how eager she was to do this, but you loved it.
A smug smile sat upon your face at her willingness to do this in front of others, her fingers gripped the false cock as she inserted it in her mouth the next second. Bopping her head up and down, slightly gagging from the pace along with your hand snaking up into her hair and pulling it tightly although not enough to be painful. A quiet moan releases from her lips at the force and she looks up at you from underneath the blanket, through a small crack formed by the blanket. The sight takes your breath away, your lips quivering slightly.
The way she was staring so endearingly at you sent a slight shiver down your back, your hand coming to her chin and pulling up so the strap was no longer in her mouth, she didn't hesitate to obey. She placed her hands on your chest to steady herself while her face was inches away from yours, now out of the blanket.
“Let me kiss those pretty lips of yours.” You whispered softly, your hands finding their place on her hips, giving them a gentle squeeze.
Her lips teasingly came closer to yours, when you successfully locked lips you both took your time savoring the taste of each other's lips and not rushing the kiss as it was slowed. Wanda bit your bottom lips so she could have access to your tongue, letting your tongues quarrel together as you held her close.
Your scheming fingers trailed down her spine and towards her plump ass and sneakily went under her pants, passing her thong that held a large damp spot that had spread further up, your hands found her bare ass giving it a tight squeeze. She responded by pressing down harder on your chest, her nails digging through the fabric of your shirt as she tried her best to stifle her moan and you tried your best not to grunt from the pressure.
At the same moment, Wanda’s head found its place under your chin, her strong coconut-scented shampoo wafted into your nose which made you smile more profoundly. You took a few seconds to cherish her warm presence in your arms, and so did she from the way she didn't move out of the embrace.
Wanda’s thong and pants were starting to bother you since they were getting in the way of your hands fully grasping her, so you quickly whispered in her ear, “Take them off.”
Wanda’s head backed up from its place under your chin and she sent a wary glare your way. The pressure from her hands on your chest became lighter and you knew she was questioning if she should really strip, in the common room with others out of all places. But you reassured her as you brought the blanket further up her back for better consolation. She had managed to get out of both her pants and thong in under thirty seconds, surprising you when she returned to give a few sloppy lingering kisses to you while her hips ground down onto you. Making your hands recoil as they came back to her waist
Giving no notice to Wanda you wasted no time in shoving the silicon cock straight into her needy center, inducing a deep muffled moan from the red-headed goddess, and a slight groan from you as she sunk her teeth into your shoulder. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your own center started to be overcome with wetness. Your hips slowly grind up into Wanda’s soaking core, her tight pussy gladly welcoming the thick cock in.
The couch you were both sitting on started to shake violently from your intense deepening thrust that made Wanda see more than a million stars all at once, her eyes shut tight as her mouth hung open. Moans were the last thing to be released from her at the moment as she succumbed to her first climax of the night, you had plenty more to give her from her mischievous acts earlier.
Your hands clung around her waist, sure to leave deep purple marks. She spasmed above you, rigorously moving her hips into you to ride out her high. Your breath got caught in your throat at the sight of the extravagant beauty displayed in front of you, moving your head to the side to catch your breath. Not only did you catch the quick breath you needed but Natasha’s wondering eyes. A cocky smirk appeared on your lips as a single drop of sweat slid down your face to solidify her internal questions.
Eye contact between you and Natasha remained as you kissed the side of Wanda’s sweat-laced temple, Wanda still coming down from her high and attempting to catch her breath at the same time. Her uneven breaths became a soothing melody to your ears as your eyes remained on Natasha. A sadistic feeling clouded over you, telling Natasha that Wanda was yours without uttering a single word.
Your hips wasted no time getting back into action, your thrusts were deeper this time as you continued to stare down Natasha. Wanda practically clung onto you for dear life as her overstimulation made her want to combust then and there. Her futile shaky moans moved you to thrust your hips quicker and harder, making her much more vocal than she would have liked to be in a public setting.
Natasha was all too aghast to look and started to feel the hairs on the back of her neck rise from the uncomfortableness, she wasted no time in staying to listen and watch any longer.
All it took was one second of you turning to look at Wanda as she started to pant your name messily while burying her head into your shoulder. You could feel her perky nipples poking out onto your chest which increased your desire for her even more. But by the time you looked back, there was no sight of the stunned woman, a fiendish smile corrupting your features.
You focused your attention back onto the convulsing woman that held on to you for dear life. Continuing to whisper sweet nothing into her ear as she came down from her second high of the evening, cherishing the way she felt within your grasp. Running your brawny fingers across her back while gripping her enticing curves.
You had enough of your fun for now and wanted to fully admire her behind closed doors where you worked best. “Let’s take this to the room, shall we?” You solemnly murmured in her ear. But she was all out of words as she only nodded against your collarbone and brought her head up to lazily gaze into your adoring eyes.
It took less than five minutes for both of you to be tangled beneath your silk sheets, desires running wild as the fun truly began.
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Our Love
Synopsis- You didn’t expect to fall for Wanda as hard as you did. So when the time comes to take the big step in your relationship you discover something about Wanda that she was hesitant on telling you. But you didn’t mind helping her, and you loved the idea of being her first.
Pairings- Bottom!Wanda Maximoff x Top!Reader
Warnings- 18+ Content
Word Count- 5.5k
A/N- I was listening to “Our Love” from Arcane and decided to dedicate this fic to that song, I recommend listening to it as you read. Oh yeah and thanks for @stonemags for helping me with this and to get out of writers block for now…
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Everyone in the compound could see just how in love you two were. You were always cuddled up on the common room's couch, Wanda seated in your lap as you wrapped your hands around her back, enclosing her in your arms as she stuffed her face into your neck breathing your enamoring scent in. You would be settled in this exact position for hours if it wasn't for someone interrupting you or a quick unexpected mission briefing.
Nat would always walk in on you and Wanda in the early mornings in the kitchen, she always questioned herself as to why you two were up at the crack of dawn every day. Wanda would be seated on the kitchen counter wrapped in a blanket that had your identical long-lasting scent, wrapped around her body like a cocoon to shield her from the morning cold as her legs dangled in front of the counter. While you stood perched in between her legs, spoon-feeding her favorite breakfast which consisted of fluffy blueberry french toast douched in maple syrup with glistening beef sausage links that made her eyes roll to the back of her head. You stared at her with a dopey smile on your face, admiring the stunning view, you couldn’t deny it was your favorite.
Mesmerized with the way her lips enclosed over the fork, basking in the quiet moans she would release from the clash of flavors in her mouth. It would take a lot of self-control in Natasha to try and not physically gag from the high amounts of PDA you two both showed in public all the time, but you two were both too busy gazing deeply into each other's irises to ever notice her presence. And she made her trips to the kitchen quiet and quick to not disturb you two. She might have found it weird at first but then those feelings washed away when she saw how in love you both were.
Or the way Steve would flick on the lights in an empty briefing room and catch you two entwined in each other's grasps as your tongues were down each other's throat. Your hands moved madly across her hair while her knuckles started to turn white from the hold she had on your neck as she dove into the kiss. The bright lights never deterred your movements, only the loud thud of unfinished mission reports echoing through the still room. You and Wanda quickly hustled out of the room, avoiding the big workload as per usual. Steve would always be startled by the way you two would constantly be touching each other like you couldn’t get enough, but he knew the only solid explanation is the passion that you both shared which was like an untamed raging fire.
And the way Sam would always find you guys outside under the big oak tree that stood at the edge of the compound's property. You leaned against the tree as Wanda laid on her back, her head in your lap. Your fingers brushed through her curls all the while gently scratching at her scalp as she bit down on her lips softly while staring deeply into your eyes that shined with so much devotion. From a far distance, he could tell you were whispering honeyed words to her as her laugh echoed through the grass field. He always thought about messing with you guys a little by throwing a ball your way or shouting out ”enjoying your sex, ladies?” but he decided it was best to leave you both be.
One because of Wanda, she was sweet and soft but when she got pissed she turned scary and spine-chilling and he rather chose life than death. And second, because he didn't want to disrupt your moment together, the way you two were always stuck in your own world not paying a single mind to anything or anyone else brought warmth to his heart after witnessing such evil come from mankind. He always would walk back to the doors of the compound with an authentic smile shown on his face.
Or the way Pietro would catch you hugging in the hallway, your arms sealing Wanda in as you swayed back and forth kissing her head every few seconds. And seeing the way you treated Wanda with complete respect and adoration, always taking her words into consideration and hearing her out, never making her feel bad or being passive-aggressive. You were gentle with her and patient, something that he admired about you.
At first, he was uncertain about Wanda going off and dating an Avenger, worried it would end wrong or you wouldn't treat her well, past resentment still residing within him. But when he saw the way she looked at you endearingly he no longer felt the need to bring upon his negativity towards your relationship but relished in the way you made her feel such joy after a long time of despair which use to almost always be present in the brunette.
It's safe to say that everyone in the compound could see and feel the love blazing off of you both. And for the first time in a long time, Wanda felt at true peace. Every night she had big warm arms to settle into as she dozed off into a deep sleep, her nightmares stopped the day you moved into her room and fell asleep together for the first time. You were like her own personal dream catcher that warded off all the darkness and devilry that consumed her exhausted mind at night. But to her, you were way more than that. The way you praised her and gave her attention, literally made her feel like the only woman in the world. The way you would grab her hand and do small circular motions to take away the anxiety she felt at certain times, and she didn't even have to tell you, you just knew.
Or the way you mastered the skill of cooking just for her to be able to make her favorite dishes and surprise her weekly. She heard from Natasha how whenever she was on a mission you were always in the kitchen cooking or baking up a storm, being successful at most attempts and failing some too. But you never quit because your determination to please Wanda was far greater. Her eyes teared up at Natasha’s words because she has never had someone be that committed to making sure she was content and satisfied.
And lastly, the way you touched her, you two haven't had sex yet despite being together for a year and you were both perfectly fine with that. You always told Wanda that when the time came it would be ideal and that there was no rush. She was relieved by your words and so grateful that she had someone as extraordinary as you to call her own. Whenever your hands touched any inch of her body it would send an electric shock down her spine, your touch was so addicting to her and she couldn't get enough, that's why she was always close and in your proximity.
You both were head over heels for one another and never strayed far apart for too long. You both were like a magnet, always coming back together. And you were both like the fairy tale romance everyone wished to experience just once in their life.
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Today was the one-year anniversary since you and Wanda started dating. The most special day to you that you held dear in your heart. This date held clear significance because when it rounded the corner it was all you could think about, getting nervous jitters about making it unforgettable for Wanda. You were planning to go all out because you wanted to show her just how much she meant to you. It was insanely crazy how fast you fell in love with her, but what brought more satisfaction to your heart was knowing she held the same feelings for you. And because of that, you deemed yourself the luckiest person on the planet.
You got up around five am to start preparing for the day, trying your best to leave the bed as silently and quickly as possible. But that was almost impossible considering how interlaced you and Wanda’s bodies were. She lay on top of you with her head resting on your chest while one of her arms came behind your back and the other behind your neck while your legs interlocked in a weird but comfortable position.
Groaning quietly at how you didn't want to leave her perfect form here to wake up by herself and potentially spike her anxiety at the thought of you gone, but you had to start setting up your surprise for her. So as best you could you wrapped your arms around her and started prying her locked body parts off of you. It was hard but after a few close calls of her eyes fluttering open, you managed to slip from underneath her and rush to the bathroom.
Once you exit your room quietly without making a peep you booked it for the kitchen, having forgotten your notebook full of phone numbers of the places you needed to request things from. As you mindlessly speed-walked into the kitchen you bumped into someone, getting knocked out of your trance. You looked up to see Natasha with raised eyebrows as she looked at your near panicked form. She was about to wish you good morning but you cut her off quickly.
“Please keep Wanda busy for the rest of the day, can you do that? Okay, thanks!” You sputtered out giving her a final pat on the shoulder and snatching the open notebook from the cluttered counter next to her.
Natasha was left dazzled in your wake, she nodded briefly while you turned your back and walked away. She didn't know what this was about but she could certainly tell it had you extremely anxious from the way your hair was in a slight mess and you looked as if you just threw on the first things you saw.
But she stuck to your word and kept Wanda busy all day whether it meant giving the extra mission reports that needed to be done or taking her out to retrieve covert packages from an undisclosed location. All day she could tell that a dark cloud had come over Wanda, the little groans she let out after looking at the clock every half an hour to see if time had magically flown by. Taking out her phone every few minutes to check it, then letting out a deep sigh when she seemed to not find what she was looking for, slowly tucking it back into her pocket. Natasha wondered why you wanted to keep Wanda away from you all day and couldn't help but feel sad that maybe there was something going on between the both of you.
She tried her best to cheer Wanda up by stopping by at a drive-thru and ordering her favorite cheat meal that Wanda liked to call it. But when Natasha pulled up into the Shake Shack near the warehouse Wanda waved her off and said she wasn't in the mood. A sense of uselessness overcrowding Natasha’s being because a good old greasy burger and high sodium fries always cheered up the brunette.
As the gloomy day carried on for Wanda all she wanted to do was go back to bed and curl up in her bundle of blankets. She thought you forgot about your anniversary when you didn't bother to text or call her, she didn't like the pain she felt at the thought of your absence. And her heart almost stopped when she woke up alone, your body no longer providing a sense of warmth for her. She thought back to when her eyes started to water faintly then Natasha burst through her bedroom door, dragging her out of bed and forcing her to get ready for the long day ahead of them.
Wanda tried to beg her not to go but Natasha was taking none of it as she planted herself on Wanda’s bed, supervising the witch's slow actions as she meandered about the room grabbing various items to get ready. She heard Wanda’s quiet sniffles fill the room and she contemplated asking if there was anything going on between Wanda and you but decided to stay silent when Wanda chose a hoodie from your dresser and held it close to her body when she walked into the bathroom.
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You had just gotten out of the shower after finishing everything, you were running around the compound like a mad man. Shouting over the phone if a place canceled and said they couldn't be able to give you the proper stuff you needed or the wind messing up your set up multiple times. But after all the hardship you were finally done and now all that was left was to get yourself cleaned up which you did, choosing to wear your black velvet blazer Tony had bought you for one of his parties, and black leather pants that were hidden deep in your drawers with a black button-up dress shirt underneath.
Shooting Wanda a quick simple text for her to meet you at the compound's front doors after she looks in the bag on the bed and gets dressed. A smile on your face from the anticipation but it faltered when you saw ‘seen’ pop up below the text and no reply after that. Your heart started to beat rapidly because you thought that it was over, that she wouldn't come but you reassured yourself that this was Wanda, who adored you, so you flattened out your blazer and took in a deep breath closing your eyes as you transported to the front of the steps of the compound. You took a seat on the cement step and collected your inner thoughts as you waited patiently.
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When Wanda saw your text her heart skyrocketed, not because you finally decided to text her but because she thought you were preparing to break up with her. It was a wild thought that got the best of her mind and made her start to worry. She excused herself from Nat quickly, not giving her a chance to keep her there any longer as she ambled over to her room with heavy steps. She wasn't relaxed she was tense all throughout her body.
When she got to her room door she stopped before she opened it to take in deep breathing, thinking about how everything was about to change. But as she pushed the door open her eyes took to scanning the contents of the room to see if you have packed all your clothes and miscellaneous things away. But to her surprise everything was how she left it this morning, a feeling of peacefulness washing over her aching heart; maybe there was still hope after all.
The beige bag went unnoticed by Wanda as she walked further into the room, all her worries about earlier washing away. A smile was brought to her face as she walked up to the front of the bed and took a seat while her eyes filled with joy. Her bottom collided with soft sharp edges, she released a small yelp at the intrusion. Head whipping around as she shot up and directed her attention to the bed, breath-stopping when her eyes landed on a white tinted beige Prada shopping bag. Her angular fingers moved down towards the matte lengthy bag, picking at the strings and unraveling them to access the inside. When she looks inside the contents of the bag her face lights up with gaiety, subtly biting her slip at the sight of a black plunging tall neck split thigh dress. Butterflies come to her stomach when she holds up the eye-catching dress in the warm soft glow of the bedroom light.
It doesn't take her long to also find the note that was left at the bottom of the bag, her fingers quick to grab it from the bag and read it. Her eyes skimmed over the note and her lips turned upwards into a dazzling smile as her heart grew bigger in her chest.
To my beloved and most loved Wanda,
I got this dress for you specifically and I know that it’ll match you exquisitely. I don't want to give away too much but know that everything has a reason so don't think negatively my love. Meet me in the front of the compound when you're done, I’ll be there, always.
From your biggest follower and admirer, Y/n
She held the note close to her chest for a few seconds as she left your words to sink into her deeper and ease away the doubt she carried earlier. It didn't take her long to grab her makeup bag from her messy vanity and shuffle off into the bathroom to get dressed, she wanted to make sure she looked her best, even though you've always thought she never needed makeup because of her natural beauty was so pure.
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It’s now been around thirty minutes that you have been waiting at the front steps of the compound, panic running wild within you as you thought about all the possibilities of what she could be doing. Did she not see the dress? Does she not want to come? What if she hates me? I fucked up. Pacing back and forth as your arms were crossed around your chest, biting your lips harshly as the cool wind whipped against you moving form in the silence of the night.
But what you didn't recognize as you paced back and forth was Wanda’s approaching form, she was also hesitant but worry quickly overfilled her when she saw your nervous anxiety-filled figure. As she comes face to face with the compound's front door you still don't notice her in your fit of haziness, she gently pushes the door open and is met with the cool breeze that engulfs her as she steps outside.
Something in your mind redirects your attention to the front steps of the compound and your breath is taken away from the impeccable view, jaw literally dropping as your eyes stay trained on Wanda. Time moves in slow motion as she moves her hair to one side of her head and takes her time walking down each step. The way the air flows through her curled auburn hair and black dress perfectly accentuates her curvy figure. Gusts of wind reveal her excitingly toned lanky shining legs that you have spent so much time caressing.
You snap out of her trance and rush to give her a hand at the bottom of the stairs all the while a wistful smile erupts on your face from the longing, you never knew how you managed to not even talk to her today. But she happily takes a hold of your warm hand when she gets to the final step, her divine perfume attacks your senses making your eyes almost roll to the back of your head and she catches it, releasing a soft chuckle that breaks the silence of the night.
Walking away from the steps hand in hand Wanda cant help the shaking in her hands when you suddenly stop from continuing the path to your car. You turn her over by the shoulders releasing your grip on her hands and a small frown finds its way onto her face from the loss of your fingers. You clear your throat trying to think of something, anything to say but you don't want to ruin this moment. So she takes over instead.
She takes your hands in hers and looks up into your eyes meaningfully. “Well if you’re gonna break up with me I had to at least look my best to hopefully change your mind.” She tells you softly while playing with your flexible fingers, something she liked to do often.
Her words snap you out of your stillness and you're quick to respond, “You know I would never.” Your response makes her cheeks start to warm up and she looks away trying to hold back a smile. “I'd be a fool to let someone like you go, I could never make that mistake.” You finally tell her. Looking into her sharp turquoise green eyes for what felt like eternity brought such fondness to your body.
You silently turn her back around to where her back is facing your front and you slowly bring your hands up to her eyes, her hands quick to touch yours in an act of confusion. You whisper into her ear. “Don't worry, I’ve got you.” You simply tell her and all the concern slips away as she fully trusts your motives.
You press her front into your back deeper so there is no ounce of space in between you, pressing a gentle kiss to her head, then teleporting. Wanda has always expressed how she dislikes the way you teleport, the impact being too much on her stomach which caused her to let out a quick shriek when you transported to another location. You couldn’t help but laugh, removing your hands from her eyes and pressing multiple pecks on the top of her head, her eyes slowly open making her quietly gasp at her surroundings.
Her eyes wandered the enticing view, her head moving around in different directions to capture the true beauty of the scenic scene all around her. The dark grass cascading around the lit-up hilltop draped with fairy lights while the lampposts also provided a low source of light to accompany them flawlessly. The large blanket is spread out across the grass with multiple items like a large picnic basket, a bucket of champagne, plates, and cutlery, with a folded up wooly blanket resting atop the blanket.
She quickly turns over to look at you with wide eyes, tears threatening to fall down her precious face. Your hands were quick to come up to her cheeks and cup her face.
“You did this all for me?” She let out quickly, holding in her tears to the best of her ability.
“Yes, I’d do anything for you. To the moon and back.” You tell her, delicately stroking her ample cheeks that held a tint of red.
She couldn't respond with words so she dove into your chest, wrapping her arms around your upper torso as she snuggled closer to your body. Your arms came to wrap around her body as you took in the feel of her in your hold, rubbing the small of her back gracefully. You stayed connected for a few minutes silently taking in this moment for yourselves and enjoying it to the best of your abilities.
After the hug, you brought her over to the picnic setup and offered to take off her heels so she could step on the blanket to feel; more comfortable, settling down on the edge of the blanket to also take your dress shoes, setting them down next to Wanda’s heels on the grass and scurrying over to find her digging into the picnic basket.
Once you have mini desserts and snacks settled onto plates, some of Italy's best delicacies. Spoon feeding Wanda her favorite stuffed ravioli, sauce catching onto the side of her lips but your hand quick to wipe it off making her blush uncontrollably. After you finish up eating the luscious finger foods you settled into one another's arms while indulging in small talk and stargazing, sipping on chardonnay and stealing lengthy and lazy kisses every few seconds.
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You two have been staring at the slowly moving clouds in peace for the past couple of minutes, reveling in the serene calmness that the night brought on. Wanda was currently curled into your side, her head resting on your shoulder comfortably while your dress coat was covered her upper body allowing some of the cold air to breeze upon her collarbones. She decided to have your dress coat over the blanket because it smelled of you. Wanda's hands were wrapped around your arm closest to her chest, your free arm coming around to rest on her waist.
It was Wanda who broke the hold, rising up to hover above your face. A dumb smile spread across your face as she gathered your cheeks in her hand gently stroking them while staring intensely at your face as she bit her bottom lip in thought. Seeing this side of her always made you empty-headed, too consumed by her hypnotic features to think about anything else so you stayed still in her grasp, breathing becoming shallow.
“This means so much to me Y/n, you don't even know, thank you.” She concluded by dipping her head down to connect your lips in a long sensual kiss. Her fingers slide their way up into your hair gently pulling on your strands which makes you give out a slight moan. She smiles into the kiss after hearing the noise released from you, having to clench her thighs together to suppress the thrumming between her legs.
You manage to reply to her in between the mini-breaks for air. “It’s all my pleasure, baby.” Wanda hearing the pet name roll off your tongue makes her dive deeper into your face, dragging her cunning fingers down your scalp.
You bite her lip with pressure then run your cool tongue over the spot, making her squirm above you. Your hands came to grip her thighs that now lay on each side of your torso, your hands sliding up slowly to the bottom of her ass, palming it roughly which makes her release a soft groan into your mouth. Your fingers work around her dress fabric and make contact with her porcelain cool skin.
She lets out a little squeal breaking out of the kiss and moving out of your grip. Your heart starts racing thinking you have done something wrong or accidentally overstepped the boundaries. When you look over at her she is staring at the blanket with her arms wrapped around her protectively, her eyes bouncing all over the blanket in anxiousness. You want to reach out to her so bad but you stop yourself thinking she wouldn't want you to touch her right now.
“I'm sorry,” You couldn't help but apologize. “That I overstepped, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Shit.” You mumble the curse word under your breath, resting your elbows on your knees as you stared off into the distance.
“It's not your fault.” She replies softly, playing with the various rings that occupy her fingers. “It’s my fault, all mine.” She finishes timidly, keeping her gaze trained on the ground.
Your head whips towards her with raised eyebrows and this time you don't hesitate to touch her. You place your hand gently on her back scooching closer to her. “What’s your fault?” You ask patiently.
“I- It’s- This! I can't give you this.” She burst out, looking you in the eyes with distress.
“This? What does that mean?”
“You want sex, and I can't be able to give that to you.” She responds, breaking eye contact with you. You can see the self-consciousness cloud her from the inside.
“No- no, we don't have to have sex if you don't want it. I’m sorry if I made you feel like that, we can go if you want.” You tell her rubbing small circles on her back.
“No, I want to be here with you. I- I never said I do not want to have sex with you, it's just that I don't know how.” She's quick to say.
You're confused now, eyebrows scrunched as you try to understand what she is saying.
“So you do want to have sex, but you don't?”
“No! It's just that I’ve…” She responds, speaking too soft for you to hear the last of what she is saying. She looks away from you again this time biting her lips harshly, worry overriding your system now.
“You what, baby? I couldn't hear you.” You tell her serenely, making sure to be patient with her.
“I’m a virgin, ok. I’ve never had sex, ever. And I just want to make sure that our first time is pleasurable for you, but I have no experience so that wouldn't be possible. I’ll never be able to make you feel as good as you would make me feel.” She pants out, turning her body away from you.
Sudden realization hits you and your heart pains at her confession. You are quick to grab her attention again, bringing your fingers up swiftly to her avoiding her chin, and lifting it up gently. Her uncertain eyes meet your soft ones.
“Oh Wanda, only you could ever make me feel such things that are way better than sex. I don't care if you are a virgin, that changes nothing because as long as I’m with you nothing is wrong.” You tell her dearly.
She jumps into your arms the next moment, letting out a soft sigh as she is back in your hold. You wrap your arms tighter around her kissing her shoulder as you rock her back and forth. She pulls her head back so she is now directly in your line of sight.
“I’m ready. But, I’ve never done anything like this so please be gentle with me.” She whispers.
You nod your head with a small smile. “Of course, tell me if anything is wrong. I'm glad to be your first,” You mention which makes her cheeks grow rosy.
She nods her head and that's when you carefully place one of your hands behind her soft locks on her head and the other around to the small of her back, taking her down so she is laying on the comforting blanket. Her lips are parted as she stares deep into your eyes, the connection never faltering.
You bring your head down slowly and trap her tender lips in a vehement kiss. Her eyes shutter close from the burst of emotions she is feeling right now in this special moment she is sure to hold sacred with her.
As the kiss starts to get more intense you slowly drag your hand from her back and trail it down delicately towards the slit in her dress. Your cool hands once again meet her skin, you can feel her slightly tense beneath you and you break away from the kiss whispering, “Remember, it's just me.” And that's all it takes for her to completely relax under you and grant you permission.
Your fingers meet her wet panties and a small smirk appears on your face, a witty reply on the tip of your tongue but you remind yourself now isn't the time. Your fingers slip past the soaked underwear, sliding them out of your way so you have access to her bare cunt.
Your fingers softly run over her arousal-coated folds and a shiver runs up her spine. The anticipation is too much for her so she breaks apart from the kiss, breath heavy as she finally opens her eyes and meets your vivid gaze. Your thumb starts to work at her clit with the right amount of pressure to make her spiral which releases a breathy moan from the woman beneath you. She sucks in more air as your pace around her clit starts to fasten and the pressure increases, eyes rolling to the back of her head.
She can never say she has felt this much intense pressure down there, she has always had build-up but has had to take care of it herself with the fear of telling you about her chasteness that held her down more than it should've. But the things she is feeling right now make her want to go back in time and have sex sooner, sad she missed out on such an elevating experience, but happy to first have it with you.
But it's when your fingers first enter her that makes her eyes pop open and breathing start to quicken, there is some resistance from her reluctant hymen, a small whine leaving her mouth from the moderate pain. Biting her lip to try and suppress the noise but quickly releasing the hold when you shake your head.
“I want to hear you.” You tell her softly.
It’s not much but it is enough to make her stomach flutter and with you finally breaking through her wall the build-up starts to get relieved slowly, making her yearn for more. Small mewls of gibberish released from her opened mouth.
“Faster.” She demands, hands coming up to your clothed back, gripping hard to show you her want for more. Her eyes stay trained on you, strong confidence keeping her afloat.
A small smile creeps its way onto her features from finally being able to know how it feels like to say and ask for a ‘faster’ pace and a blissful smile comes to your face at seeing her start to be comfortable enough to request more to satisfy her better.
It's not long before she is cumming, her lower body writhing beneath your hands while moving up to have your fingers further buried inside her. This new level of intimacy and closeness made her head spin madly, her hands coming up to the nape of her neck as she felt what it was like to experience sexual ecstasy for the first time. Her fingers squeezed your neck as her mouth hung open widely. It was more than nirvana for her when you kept eye contact with her throughout her orgasm and gently stroked your fingers in and out to ease her out of her high.
This wasn't a night she would forget for the rest of her life, and neither was it for you. Wanda was always aroused about how her first time would be, but with you, she knew that she had nothing to worry about. You were right because as long as you were together nothing would ever be wrong.
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Bound
Synopsis- After an accident that made your mental state progressively worse you were put into even more of a slump, can a special someone whose relationship to you is undefined at heart come and pull you out?
Pairings- Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Warnings- A tiny bit of angst
Word Count- 2.1k
A/N- I cant believe why I cant just sit down and fucking write, like my motivation literally just evaporated and left me stranded. Hopefully I can get out of this slump and deliver some more angst filled stories, I have a few written that I just need to finish, but enjoy this one for now.
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You hated sitting trapped in this chair all day, staring through the dreary crusted window which you looked at daily. You decided that it was best to sit still because you didn’t want to move and be reminded of your impaired state. Self-hate was a strong mindset that you seemed trapped in and couldn’t break free from no matter how hard you tried, not that you did. So you stuck to staying still, letting in the dreariness that overcame you so quickly in a matter of months.
“Y/n, would you get out of that corner and away from that damned window!” A sudden voice knocked you out of the eerily calm silence that engulfed the room. But you knew who it was, your friend of some sort, that seemingly still acted like she cared for you, but you knew it was all a front.
“Why should I? What’s there to do? Where is there to go, huh?” You burst out, turning around in your chair in one quick motion, effectively silencing her.
Your friend, Wanda was too stunned to speak from your words so she stood at the door with her hands wrapped around her torso.
“Because… it’s- it hurts seeing you like this every day.” She spoke quietly.
“Well, no one asked you to come here! I never requested your presence, not once!” You shouted back, letting your suppressed emotions rage out. Wanda faintly flinched from the tone of voice you emitted, her knuckles turning white from the pressure she was applying to her bunched hands.
“I know you didn’t ask me but I wanted to come, you’re my friend-” She was cut off.
“Yeah, friend, ok, like that hasn’t stopped people from leaving before,” You muttered under your breath, loud enough for Wanda to hear.
Wanda looked away instantly and sucked in a shallow breath, it was eating away at her to see you in this condition. You were all she had left and seeing the way you spoke with such hostility towards her shattered her heart.
“Well, I’m sorry for caring Y/n, has it ever crossed your mind that I haven’t left you, and never will?” She snaps, her hands flying to her sides as she advances on you, looking down on you which made your eyes falter just for a second.
“When will you realize that I don’t need you, Wanda. Just because I’m crippled doesn’t mean I need your ‘support’.” You yelled back, enmity dripping from your words as you yelled your true thoughts out.
Wanda lost all hope of having a civil conversation with you today, but in reality, she never actually had a civilized conversation with you for months. She walked out of the room the next second, you were hot on her heels moving to slam the door shut with the best of your strength you barely had to begin with.
You let out a huff in anger and wheeled your way back to the window, one more person gone. You stared out the window and saw Wanda’s retreating form, she was wiping at her eyes with the sleeve of her cloth shirt as she marched down the hill towards her red Buick Verano. Deep down you didn’t want her to leave but you didn’t know how to speak up and say it, deep down you did need Wanda for the emotional support you needed greatly.
You have always felt as if there was a dark cloud that followed you around everywhere, you’ve always felt as if there was something wrong with yourself but you could never seem to get away from the thoughts, so they ate at you. You distanced yourself from your family and close friends unconsciously and made yourself believe that everyone was leaving you when it was the exact opposite.
So when the accident happened a few months ago, everything finally snapped for you, losing the ability to walk was the most strenuous thing that has ever happened to you. Now it gave people a real physical reason to look at you with such pity that you deeply despised. A permanent scowl rested on your face, you were sick of it all. All of the looks, all of the emotions, all of the struggle. You detested yourself so much like you were trapped in a revolting body that you felt confined to against your will. You had stopped looking into the mirror when you used the bathroom and stared up when moving in the wheelchair so you didn’t have to look at the limp limbs that brought so much more darkness upon you.
But at the same time, your feelings about the situation were a little exultant, how you now had a real reason for people to accept your demoralizing behavior. Somewhere in your mind, you thanked the drunk driver who carelessly crashed into the side of your automobile and shattered your spine. It also gave you a reason to quit and give up, and that's why you were currently being held in a psychiatric hospital where nurses invaded your privacy every hour and you felt unbearably uncomfortable all the time. But at the end of the day, she brought herself here, isolating herself to the point of extreme loneliness.
Now knowing that everyone that has tried coming close to you is gone you can no longer bear to look out the window, turning herself away from it and wheeling herself over to your bed, unfolding the corner of the sheets that you could reach and doing your best to get onto the bed. Once you propped herself up on the bed, swinging your flimsy legs over the edge and tucking them further into the sheets you let out a sigh of relief. Not having to look at your legs anymore brought you some fulfillment, you were also pleased with the way you got into bed. Not having to ask for help even though the bed was lowered specifically for you but that didn’t matter to you because you haven’t slept in your bed ever since you arrived here. Too much of a burden attempting to get in and out every single day and you didn’t want to put any effort into it and opted to stay remained in the wheelchair, accepting your fate that you didn’t have to stick to.
Day by day you stayed in the same position, curled up in the bed whose sheets were too thin and the comforter reeked of antiseptics. Your head remained in the same position on the firm pillow, tears not daring to escape your fatigued eyes. You stared off into the distance, looking at the unadorned white wall, you felt as if you were looking at yourself in a mirror, eerily bare. You refused to turn around and have that window in your view, you hated the frayed and worn-out window that has been your constant view for months.
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You couldn’t figure out why you no longer wanted to look out the window, but unknown to you that’s the sign everything was about to change. While in isolation multiple nurses came over to check on you and get you to eat but each time they came around you got more still and silent, hoping they would go away. You knew that when they left they were scribbling down paragraphs on your behavior and what doses of drugs to fill you up with to fix you.
This time of intense seclusion gave you time to swim around in your deep dark thoughts and process what was to be the rest of your life. And as you fell into sleep each night you imagined being surrounded by your family members who were either dead or fell out of contact with you. Making up scenarios in your head of happy moments that never existed, but at least it was a distraction that you needed from the mass loneliness you felt so often.
As more and more of the dreams started to occur, you got stuck in a world of make-believe, building fake connections with made-up people that put a sorrowful smile on your face. But it all stopped the second you were brought back to reality to see that you now had needles injected into your arms, and machines surrounded you. Your squinted crusted eyes looked around the fluorescent consumed room, possibly thinking you had made it to the gates of heaven. But as your eyes adjusted to the light you realized you were still in the harrowing hospital room you longed to leave even if it was just for one second, your permanent frown deepening.
As you looked around more you found Wanda curled up in the hospital room's plastic uncomfortable armchair, your heartstrings tugged and twisted deeply in your chest at the sight, feeling guilty for having put her in this position, you questioned why she was still here pretending to care.
A sudden stinging feeling spiked in your throat and you started to cough harshly, trying to remove the lodged object from your mouth. Your heart monitor started to beep rapidly, effectively shaking Wanda right from her deep sleep. She shot up from the armchair, eyes frantically searching the room when they landed on your struggling figure, rushing over to your bedside and removing your hands from clawing at the feeding tube more.
“No, no you need that. You can’t remove it, please Y/n.” Wanda pleaded with teary eyes.
It was hard for you to keep eye contact with her, after all this time it was still another type of hurt when you saw Wanda crying or overly emotional. So you opted to look away from her daunting eyes and to her limp fingers that wrapped around each other.
A sharp pang in Wanda’s heart at seeing you redirect your gaze, but she knew that you couldn’t talk from the tube, and somehow that made her feel better so she wouldn’t be able to hear your venomous words full of malicious intent.
“I thought I lost you,” She spoke softly, gently resting her hand on your cold arm. “You can’t die.”
This made you look up at her with wide eyes, searching for dishonesty, and tears started to form in your eyes.
“I know you won’t believe this, but I care for you, deeply. You might think everyone abandoned you, but Y/n I’m still here and I always will be. You are loved.” She said calmly, watching a single tear slip from your shallow eye.
You shook your head in denial and moved away from Wanda’s soothing touch, but Wanda didn’t take it harshly as she swiftly climbed on the bed and curled up next to your stiff form.
“I can’t lose you,” Wanda spoke, breaking the short silence.
Your harsh breathing started becoming shallow at Wanda’s confession, you hadn’t thought about what this has done to Wanda. How you never really cared to ask or know what goes on in her life since she told you how you were her only friend at the beginning of your relationship.
Suddenly you felt very selfish about never caring to ask or even check up on her to see if she was doing ok because you wished someone would have done that to you sooner before everything got progressively deplorable. At this moment you realized that you might have not wanted her company, but Wanda needed yours.
You wrapped your hand around Wanda’s shoulders, pulling her in tighter. Instead of sitting here resenting and ignoring her, you could try to make the situation better and accept her advances to heal your chipped relationship.
You realized that you were both in some way broken and in need of healing, just expressing the affliction differently, you would rather do it together than apart. You wanted to be there for Wanda because, in the end, she was all you had left and why would you waste your time in your thoughts making up imaginary scenarios of fake happiness when you could get the real thing from in front of you.
You could come together and heal instead of staying separated, over time your bond would eventually become just as strong as when you first bumped into each other at the library all those years ago, how Wanda didn’t let you out of her grasp after that. Now thinking back on how you were never truly lonely, or maybe it was because you were two lonely people who stuck together just to have someone.
You would learn to focus on yourself and your needs while being there for Wanda who fundamentally was also very dolorous. Also realizing that you weren’t bound to the self-deprecating loneliness that you felt so often, now you had a chance to change it, alter the course of your feelings, and your fate, and move forward one step at a time, together with Wanda.
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The Love is Gone
Synopsis- When Natasha hands a distressed Wanda into your hands from fear of her getting sent to the raft, will she regret sending her in the first place when she is struck with a harsh realization?
Pairings- Wanda Maximoff x Reader
A/N- I’m so excited to see how this series ends up because I literally woke up in the middle of the night to write this idea out so it wouldn't slip my mind, ahh cant wait!
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Chapter 1 (coming soon)
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Sorry for barely posting this week, I just have a lot of pressure right now and not enough energy to write. But hopefully this upcoming week I can get at least two stories uploaded, even though no one will see this but oh well🤷🏾♀️❤️
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know any good steve rogers x reader or sam wilson x reader fics/writers?
shit, I wouldn't know because I'm only into fictional women x reader fic/blog accs sorry😭😭 but I suggest using tags and then picking top posts to find the best ones.
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Announcement ig🤷🏾♀️
To anyone who reads these little announcments I have, I will currently be clearing out all of the request I have in my drafts and inbox so I can get them out there as fast as possible then I will continue to write my wanda x reader series while hopefully posting some oneshots. I just have to get everything organized, sorry about getting to your request a month later..😭
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Only Mine
Synopsis- The yearly Halloween party is taking place and Wanda made the perfect outfits for you both, but will Natasha and Tony’s ramblings get in the way of you two?
Pairings- Bottom!Wanda Maximoff x Top!Reader
Warnings- 18+ Content, and Drinking
Word Count- 6.9k
A/N- Been dyin to write this, it’s been in my ideas pile staring at me for the longest😩
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It was October 31st, Halloween, at college. This was the day everyone could dress up in the most revealing skin-tight costumes, showing as much skin as possible while crowded together in a humid compact room that reeked of alcohol and hormones.
The frat house you were currently walking to in the depth of the night was booming, the loud pop music blasted down the street, and you could feel the vibrations on the very sidewalk you walked. Police did not come because the block was filled with students who are currently attending the biggest party of the year, and other residents were too afraid of petty college students t-ping their house or worse if they sent a complaint.
You were walking to the entrance of the sonorous house hand in hand with Wanda, she was about to combust on the spot from all the exhilaration she was feeling. The only reason she even wanted to go to this party was to show off the costume she had thoughtfully planned for you both. She was a homebody, she told you that she would rather spend the night snuggled up in the covers with you while binge-watching all the Halloween Town movies with a bucket of candy between you both. But because of her newly brought on matching costume idea and your constant grumbling about going to the ‘biggest function of the decade’ and ‘everyone is going, I can't miss out’ that's why you were currently walking deeper into the deafening commotion.
She clung to your right arm as you walked forward, you looked to your side with a wide smile on your face, admiring her beauty. You were lucky to be with Wanda and extremely fortunate to have her feelings be reciprocated, to have her be in love with you too. She had an enormous smile plastered on her face, all teeth showing as her cheeks were rosy from the cold wind blowing on her face. It's like she could sense you staring because in the next moment she looked up into your eyes with such adoration, her jade green eyes glowing in the moonlight as the edges of her eyes creased from her smile.
“If you see something you like don't be afraid to make a move Y/n.” She told you as a smirk settled on her face.
“Then I would have to take you right here, right now, in this heavily polluted front yard.” You joke turning around to look at your surroundings, red plastic cups scattered on the lawn and various pieces of clothing items.
She giggled against your front, slapping your chest as she shook her head in laughter.
“Why did we even come here in the first place?” She questions you with a raised eyebrow after she stops laughing, staring deep into your eyes.
You stepped back in a quick motion as you stuck your hands out and wiggled your fingers, with wide eyes and a goofy face, “Because of these god awful costumes!”
She knows that you are only joking but she can't help but wonder if that's how you truly feel, she shifts on her feet feeling regretful while you stood shaking your hands.
“I thought you said that you liked them… that they looked good.”
“Well-,” You tell her, advancing on her and placing your fingers on her clothed waist, “you look absolutely stunning tonight, dear. But I- I look like I got pulled right out of the 60s infomercial.” You conclude by gripping her waist tighter and reeling her into you.
She bit her lip to hold her laugh then released a huff of breath, “That means I did well.” She tells you bringing your faces closer, her nose brushing against yours for a brief second. You tilt your head to form a splendid sealed kiss with the dark-haired beauty before you.
Her fierce lips feel perfect against yours, they mold together so flawlessly like they were made just for each other. She tasted like strawberries and cream, a divine blend, making you release a low moan into her mouth which granted her access to your calling tongue which has been silently awaiting her entrance into your mouth.
Being this close to Wanda drowns out the boisterous noise surrounding you both. But you guys are in your own world for as long as you are in each other hold.
A loud yell from behind you brings you out of your trance, you look over to see what caused the noise and you find an already drunk Sam waving a beer bottle in the air as he stumbles in his spot on the porch. From taking one glance at him you can tell he is dressed up as a 90s fighter pilot, he always raved on about his grandpa was in the triple nickles and how he wanted to get his pilot's license so he could soar above the clouds.
“Would you love birds stop kissing for one goddamn second, you're making all the lonely people jealous over here!” He slurred in a shout as he held onto the porch rail for support.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You waved him off as you turned around to face Wanda.
Her lips were plump and red from being sucked on in previous moments, a smug grin growing on your face as you thought of all the things you wish you could do to her at the moment, its like she caught onto your thought because a knowing smirk crept up her precious face a few seconds later. You lowered your head to meet her face once again and gave her multiple sloppy kisses around the corner of her mouth and cheek. She basked in your warmth for a few seconds until you gently shoved her away causing her to let out a yelp.
Before she could comprehend what happened a beer bottle came whizzing past both of your heads, you turned back around to Sam in shock. She didn't know how your instincts were that good but she wasn’t complaining. You were a little angry knowing if that bottle hit either of you this night would be ruined, but he was drunk so you let it slide this one time. But you weren't gonna let him off the hook that easy.
“What the fuck Sam?”
“I told you to knock it off, save that for the bedroom ladies. Although Tony might love to-”
He was cut off by Wanda clapping her hands to shut him up quickly before he said another word to trigger you both.
Before Wanda could scold him he scurried back inside the house raising his hands in defeat as he snickered to himself, being the only one to find his drunk ramblings hilarious.
You rolled your eyes and looked at Wanda with a sorry expression. She didn't know why you were trying to convey an apology because she knew it wasn't your fault for your friend's drunk nonsense but you couldn't help it.
She took your hand in hers and shook off the past interaction with Sam as she marched over to the stairs, dragging you along with her until she was at the entrance of the door, the door is wide open and all it took was for Wanda to pull you past the threshold for the noise to really take a toll on your ears. You raised your eyebrows in surprise and turned to see Wanda’s miserable face, she was dreading this environment so much that you were quick to rub her arms with your cool hands, hoping to reel her back in.
“It's gonna be okay. We’ll stay here for a while and then we can leave and go do whatever you want after this, okay?” You asked her looking into her hesitant eyes.
“Fine, I hope you know I’m only doing this for you.” A small blush crept up your cheeks at her comment.
“I wouldn't have it any other way.” You replied to her comment giving her a quick wink as you looked on into the crowd.
Unexpectedly you heard collective laughter coming from the left of you both, you whipped your head around to find your group of friends doubling back in laughter.
Your hands dropped down to your sides as Nat, Tony, and Steve walked over to you and Wanda, passing through the thick crowd of student bodies.
“Look at you! Finally decided to make it, huh?” Slurred Tony as he came up in your personal space, his breath wreaking of tequila and vodka. You tried not to heave as you scrunched your face up in disgust.
“We weren’t late, you just drank too much and lost the concept of time in five minutes.” You shot back feeling slightly annoyed, you felt Wanda’s hand rub your back as she hoped to ease some of your tension.
Before Tony could utter another word a loud obnoxious laugh came from Natasha, you rolled your eyes and put your hands to your face knowing exactly what was coming next.
“What the absolute fuck are you wearing Y/n?” She near hollered as she stumbled into Steve's side with the force of her laugh.
“Shut up please-” You groan as you kept your face in your hands, slightly embarrassed.
“Jesus Christ! Did you steal clothes from Steve’s closet or what?” Tony joked as he let out a chuckle, Natasha’s eyes winced closed from her laughter as she slapped Tony on the back and held onto Steve’s arm for support.
What you failed to notice was Wanda’s disheartened gaze as she watched in on the interaction happening, feeling discouraged that she made a fool out of herself and you with these costumes.
“Watch it, Tony, you're lucky I don't swing on drunk people,” Steve warned Tony as he stared daggers into the back of his head.
Tony and Natasha burst out in another ensemble of laughter at Steve’s pretend seriousness. They both knew he was bluffing because he wouldn't hurt a fly if his life depended on it.
“It was Wanda’s idea,” You told them as a final resort, “She wanted to dress up as Laura Petrie and I agreed to dress up as Rob Petrie.” You mumbled the last line quietly, but enough for everyone to hear over the music.
“Who the hell is that?” Natasha cried out in a fit of giggles that were consuming her.
“From the- the Dick Van Dyke show,” You said a bit more confidently starting to get pissed off at your friend's reaction to your well-designed costume.
Wanda rolled her eyes at Nat’s behavior, she started to feel self-conscious about the costumes and her hand left your back as her arms wrapped around the front of her torso as a nervous reaction.
You stopped paying attention to your friends when you felt Wanda’s hand leave your body. You turned around to see her looking down at the floor embarrassed, and that was the last straw for you. She was so excited to put together these outfits taking hours out of her busy school week to make sure she had the exact measurements for you both and then put them together by hand. And you could admit you were being a shameful girlfriend by not sticking up for her and letting them rain on her parade.
You whipped your head back around to catch Tony and Nat whispering and laughing at what the other said. Subtle anger grew in you and you snapped.
“Shut the fuck up!” You yelled, no one in the crowd turned over to see the commotion because of the alcohol, blaring music, and possibly dimension altering drugs, “She worked hard on these outfits and I won't let you trash them for shits and giggles.”
Natasha and Tony quickly stopped laughing from your sudden outburst and kept quiet till you were done with your rant, looking at you like deer caught in headlights.
“These costumes were creative and she’s by far the most lovely looking woman in this whole place. Nat, you came in a black cat leather costume, how original, wonder where you got that idea from. And you Tony, the terminator costume, you look like the least intimidating person in the room right now.” You scolded them as you started to run out of breath from your rant and how hot you felt, “God! Why is it so fucking muggy in here.” You ended airing yourself off.
You know you shut Natasha and Tony up for good because they mumbled a few incoherent words and wandered off towards the crowd, scratching their necks and glancing down at their outfits every few seconds.
Your steady breath started to come back to you after they left and you closed your eyes in brief relaxation before you turned around, hoping to apologize to Wanda. But she was gone, it’s like she disappeared, one second she was by your side and the next she missing. Your heart stopped for a second as worry overtook you, the need to find her and apologize for being such a dick prevalent. You ran your fingers through your hair, messing up the gelled style Wanda applied to it earlier trying to best replicate Rob Petrie’s look. You can still remember her face, she was so thrilled when you accepted her costume idea and she was even more cheerful handing you the overly loose suit, ushering you into the bathroom to get changed. She was even happier to see you in the suit, sitting you down to make your hair just right for the look, sitting in your lap as she bit her lip in deep concentration.
You tried to salvage the last of your gelled hair as you run your hand smoothly over the side of your hair, you closed your eyes shaking your head thinking how you managed to fuck up so badly not feeling as excited to have come to the party now.
“I actually like it,” Steve said assessing your costume, you stood awkwardly under his gaze as his finger came to his chin and his eyebrows raised in thought.
“Of course, you would Steve, no offense.” You added softy as you looked down at the floor playing with your finger, wishing you were anywhere but this stupid party right now.
Steve wrapped his arm around your shoulders as he walked with you in a different direction, “Look I don't know where she went, but, I know if she heard that brilliant speech you gave she would be making out with you right now. Tongue down your throat, hands all over your-” You stopped him quickly as you pulled a grimace and waved your free hand in the air ushering him to stop speaking. You knew he was trying to help but he was just making it much worse, you craved the touch of Wanda, her smell, her laugh, her smile, her.
The next thing you knew you arrived in front of a large white table, filled with drinks of all sizes. Whiskey, vodka, tequila, rum, gin, and cold beer stacked in an overflowing cooler of ice. You thought to yourself that drinking something would ease off the stress of the night.
Steve was like the red devil on your left shoulder, how fitting, because that was his exact outfit, he was a red devil. He was in a dark red suit, no undershirt, you could see his rock-hard abs peeking out the top and pushing through the fabric.
“One drink wouldn't be so bad. Here, I’ll drink one with you.” He said pushing a cold bottle of beer into your warm hands, the coolness relaxing you just a little.
You nodded as you looked at him on your side, his smile making you let out a low chuckle at his enthusiasm. Parties weren't just about drinking and dancing all the time, you looked around the kitchen to see multiple people with their heads down as they were passed out and mountains of empty liquor bottles making your stomach clench. You took back your words about parties not just being about drinking booze and dancing.
“Yeah, one drink wouldn't hurt.” You told Steve with a fake smile, his face lighting up as he shimmied in his spot doing a little shake as he ‘raised the roof’ with his hands causing you to laugh at his antics.
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One drink turned into five, and five drinks turned into ten. It's safe to say that you and Steve were drunk right now. But of course, that didn't cross your mind as Steve brought up an idea for a drinking game.
When you finished your last beer bottle with a chug Steve slapped you on the back causing some loose liquor to fall out your mouth. You coughed harshly as you scrunched up your eyebrows and looked at his drunken form. He had a hazy smile on his face as he came closer to you.
“Let’s do shots. One won't hurt right?” He asked already grabbing a full bottle of vodka that rested on the full table of drinks.
You shook your head in protest but your mouth betrayed you, “Why not!” You shouted, the effects of the alcohol not catching up with you yet.
He started setting up the shots while stumbling in his spot, your drunken laughter filled the room as you saw him fumbling to pour the smooth liquid into the small cups. When he finished he gave you a quick shove and faced your way again. He could see the anticipation dripping down your face, you were both very competitive and loved winning in anything.
“Okay, so whoever finishes all the shots first gets to slap the other person,” He told you with raised eyebrows, bouncing in his spot, Steve drunk was something else, “Deal?”
You didn't even have to think before you agreed with a nod and faced the endless row of shots, a small voice in the back of your head telling you to abort and run away but it was drowned out by all the liquor in your system.
Steve started a countdown, sticking his arms out to prevent you from starting before he finished, “Three, two… one!” He yelled the last number, his hands flying to the first cup.
You were about to yell at him in opposition to him blocking you but you stopped yourself as you saw he had already downed two shots. You didn't want to get slapped by Steve's big beefy hands, he would most likely slap you ten times harder from being drunk and not having that much control over his strength.
You snatched up two shots and opened your mouth wide, downing two at a time. In no time this technique got you down to four shots quickly. Steve looked over to your line of shots to see you were almost done while he had eight left. He let out a squawk in anger and turned back to finish as many shots as he could before you.
In the end, you won, the thick liquid sending a sting to your throat as it went down too smoothly. When the last shot cup dropped to the floor you let out a loud ‘yes’ and raised your hands in the air, happy you beat Steve.
You looked over to him, he was still on his last drink and the cup fell from his hands as he realized he had lost. He let out a loud groan, slamming the table with his fist in disappointment causing the scattered liquor bottles to shake in their place and cups to fall onto the floor in a heap.
You wasted no time in repositioning him to face you, you licked your lips as you brought your hand back. With a slick grin on your face, you swung your hand down, smacking Steve across the cheek. A loud clap echoed through the kitchen. You brought your hand up covering your mouth in laughter, slapping Steve was a highlight of your night something you definitely would never forget.
After that slap, Steve was feeling vengeful, he wanted to get you back so instead of filling up his cups all the way he would only pour a little in. But he overfilled yours leaving the liquid peaking out the top. You were still basking in your glory from beating Steve and the wandering crowd that had started to accumulate around you both was cheering you on, too busy dancing in your spot to notice Steve’s devious plan unleashing.
Steve slammed the empty bottle of vodka on the table, reeling your attention to him, a wicked smirk plastered on his face.
“Ready for round two?” He asked sinisterly.
“You know it, Stevie!” You yelled, slapping him on the back as you slightly stumbled from your delayed movements.
Your hands planted palm down on the wobbly table as Steve started the countdown again.
“Three… Two… One!” He shouted slapping the back of your head to deter you, making you jump and lose focus.
The cheering of people got you back on track as you started to down the drinks that seemed endless, you weren't going as fast as you were previously and that brought your spirit down, these damn drinks were never-ending.
Still, on your third shot, you heard the crowd start to roar in mixes of boos and cheers, you looked up to see that Steve had magically finished all his shots. Your face dropped in surprise and that's when you saw Steve's evil smirk, your stomach dropped as you realized what he had done, it was too late to back out now as he gripped your shoulder keeping you in place as he proceeded to slap the living shit out you. Your soul felt like it was about to leave your body and then a burning stinging sensation came from your left cheek.
You were too drunk to notice Wanda in the crowd staring at you intently, she wasn't cheering or booing for the winner and loser. She looked at you with longing wishing you would step out of your immature drinking game with Steve and be with her. Her heart froze when she saw you get slapped thinking how you deserved it just a little. But she wanted so badly to go and rip you from his hold and put ice on your cheek to make you feel better, she was about to until you started uncontrollably laughing from the slap. Her shoulders dropped as she looked away and slowly backed out of the crowd, grabbing a full bottle of raspberry Smirnoff vodka. What was supposed to be a night full of fun, dancing in your arms turned out to be the exact opposite and she couldn't help but be dispirited.
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As the party grew impossibly bigger the deeper the night got you and Steve had managed to gather a larger crowd around you both chanting for you both to keep going but that all turned around when Steve was about to win again and ended up projectile vomiting across the table. People trembled with anger, all the liquor that was now of no use and the vile smell that came. The crowd slowly dispersed back to the party.
You and Steve started in a fit of wild laughter, the alcohol has overtaken both of you severely. Then you felt a smack against the back of your head and you hissed at the feeling bringing your hand to rub the spot. The next thing you saw was Sharon popping into your field of view with a towel and bottle of water. She had a stern look on her face when you met eye contact with you and her features softened when she looked at Steve.
She grabbed his bicep as she redirected him away from the kitchen, away from you. She looked back at you with an annoyed expression and yelled.
“Nice job Y/n, real nice fucking job.” She exclaimed sarcastically as Steve let out a soft groan from his aching stomach, he most likely got alcohol poisoning.
You rolled your eyes and shouted back slurred, “He started it!”
You could hear her sneer as she walked out of the kitchen with Steve, you shrugged your shoulders sauntering out of the kitchen in the opposite direction, hopefully, you could find Wanda and attempt to apologize in your drunken state. Stumbling your way onto the dance floor, you looked around in a haze as you leaned your back against the wall for support. You brought your hand up to your face and ran it down, you were already exhausted and wanted nothing but to go home and call it a night, but first, you had to find Wanda.
It didn't take long to find her, her old-fashioned 60s dress making her stick out like color in a crowd of black and white. She was glistening from the sweat probably from being packed around a bunch of other bodies in a room that wasn't built for this amount of humans.
She held an almost empty vodka bottle in the air, she was drunk, beyond drunk. She was wiggling her hips wildly as she jumped up and down. Your mouth was agape as you looked on. Your heartstrings tugging because you have never seen her like this, you've never seen her drink this much alcohol ever and you couldn't help but feel responsible. You cowered in your spot wishing you could sink into the wall and never be released. The blasting music was beating on your eardrums the more you stared at her. Her hair was bouncing about and you remembered how she bumped her ends so she could look more like Laura Petrie, which made your heart ache more.
In a room of people, she was the most bewitching, the way her skin shone in the neon lights, the way her dress hugged her curves tight, and the way her smile entranced you. She is your world, and you had to make it right with her because the guilt was eating you up. As you contemplated walking up to her and pulling her out of her frenzy a sweaty shirtless man with long black hair crept up behind her, your body froze in its spot and anger bubbled up within you. He slowly placed his hands on her hips dipping them lower until they rested on her pelvis. He started to grind on her, pressing his front into her rear. He was practically dry humping her in the middle of the dance floor. She didn't notice because the buzz of the alcohol distracted her from any presence behind her. They swayed together on the dancefloor and a grimace crossed your face.
Your blood ran cold and your hands fisted as you seethed through your mouth. Still in your thoughts, as violent saying ran rampant through your mind you started to unconsciously walk towards the pair, trudging through the big crowd to reach your destination. People instantly moved out of your way, seeing your angry face as you whizzed past them.
Wanda was still in the moment, the music bringing her to a different dimension almost as if she was on drugs, then when she opened her eyes all she saw was you storming over to her. She tried to think of what she did wrong to see such revulsion mixed with distaste broadcasted on your face. She immediately brought her hands down from the air and stopped dancing to assess her surroundings to find the problem. And that's when she heard an unpleasant deep voice whisper in her ear, nothing like yours.
“Come on baby, why’d you stop. You were loving it so much.” She wanted to hurl at the pet name he called her. She stumbled as she turned around and backed away from him, not realizing he was behind her the whole time. Now she knew why you were advancing on her with your fist in a ball, thunder in your steps.
‘I-I didn't. No, I don’t like it, and don't call me baby!” Wanda stuttered as she reprimanded him tripping over her heels that she found at a vintage clothing store.
Before she could scold him some more she felt a strong grip on her waist, when she looked over she saw your rage-filled face, but you didn't meet her gaze, you stared daggers into the man in front of you. You moved her towards you without sparing her a glance, sidestepping her and snatching the bottle from her hands. She let out a squeal from the power you exerted.
The next thing she saw was the basically empty bottle coming in contact with the side of the man's face, his screams shook everyone on the dancefloor as people stopped dancing to look at the occurrence. You took the opportunity at his weakened form to hop onto him sending punch after punch to his face, the shocked noises of people silence out the pleas of Wanda telling you to stop.
You don't hear her as fury has completely overtaken you, why was he touching your woman, who does he think he is? Wanda tries to pull you off but it's like you're planted on top of him and no matter how hard she tries, she can’t. She stumbles back, worried displayed on her features.
All it took was Sam and Bucky spotting what was happening on the dancefloor for them to pull you off of the man. He had a busted lip and swelling eye, you weren't even close to being done with him when they pulled you off. You kicked your legs angrily as strong hands pulled you back from your biceps.
The man could charge you for assault but this was Tony’s frat house and he could just tell the police that he was trespassing and causing trouble which would grant you in the clear, but you knew he wouldn't try because of the shame he had for being beaten by a woman.
Once they pulled you off Wanda came into your view with worried filled eyes, her hands roamed your face looking for any sign of bruising or blood even though you were the only one who landed successful punches. She bit her lip harshly as she examined your face, your anger dissipating at seeing her in such distress. Her hands came to rest on your chest.
“Are you okay?” She asked sucking on the inside of her cheek as she held in the urge to slap you from being so careless.
You shook your head at loss for words as she dragged you away from the dancefloor and into a secluded hallway that was isolated from people.
“Why the fuck would you do that Y/n? You could've gotten yourself hurt.” She tells you.
“Because he was all over you, you didn't see the way he was touching you. It made me so fucking angry. I’m sorry, Wands.” You said shakily as her soft hands cupped your cheeks.
“I know, I know you're sorry. I heard that speech that you gave to Tony and Nat, I was just too pissed to come back and talk to you.”
A smile broke out on your face when you realized Wanda wasn’t totally angry with you. You shook your head, your nerves calming down finally. A beam erupted on her face, she held your cheeks in place as she came in for a kiss.
You weren't expecting her to break out in a kiss with you but you accepted it gratefully, savoring the taste of her lips. The tangy leftover taste of what you could tell was raspberry vodka scattered on her lips. The kiss started to intensify as your hands found their place on the sides of her waist. You squeezed her waist in satisfaction, she opened her mouth slightly to allow you entrance to her tongue. Your tongue automatically wrapped around hers as she let out a soft moan.
You pulled her closer towards you as you sucked on her lower lip, making her squirm in her spot. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as it twisted and clenched in need of you there.
You pushed her against what you thought was a wall but a door burst open and you both stumbled into the small closet that was surprisingly empty, you didn't waste any time in slamming the door shut with your foot.
You shoved her against the flat wall roughly which made her groan, the spot between her legs started to wet uncontrollably. You moved your head to her jaw sucking on it harshly making sure there would be marks, your lips then traveled to her aromatic warm neck that smelled of fresh roses with a hint of peppermint. Releasing a moan from the anticipation bubbling up inside of you.
She twisted her head as you continued to suck on the soft flesh of her skin, she was in heaven right now in your arms. She couldn't get enough of you as she brought her hands up to your shoulders and pushed you down. You knew what she was hinting at and a smug smile crawled on your face.
You stepped away from her as your hands came to her back, unzipping her dress from behind while keeping eye contact with her. She bit her lips in suspense and smiled, her nose scrunching up just a little which always made you go wild, that was enough for you to harshly bring the zip down. Her dress seemingly glided off of her body like dripping water, she brought her hands down to her side so the dress could fall off perfectly. She was perfect, way past perfect.
She had on a dark red velvet matching set of lingerie, your eyebrows raising in surprise, maybe she planned this all along for you both to end up wrapped in each other's arms when the night ended.
Her pale skin contrasts beautifully with the set, the way her breast poked out from the top of the bra. The way her toned stomach flowed with her breathing, and the way her slim legs stood next to each other, slightly trembling from your presence.
Your hands came down to her waist again as you connected your foreheads, breathing her in.
“Only I get to call you baby, no one else.” You whispered in the silent room, the music being silenced from the door.
She shook her head ardently as her hands came up to the nape of your neck, she squeezed lightly. You delivered a sloppy kiss to her plump lips, she craved them so much she felt like she was going to faint from the touch.
When you backed your head away she let out a little whine but that was soon stopped when you lowered yourself to your knees taking off your suit jacket. You looked up at her from the ground and gave her a gentle smirk, in return she gave you a shy smile.
You quickly grabbed the back of the thighs and lifted her up, she got the memo and placed her thighs on your shoulders, her hands moving to the wall of support. Her breathing became rash as she realized the position you were in. You pressed her back against the wall to ensure she wouldn't fall over by any means. You were now facing her clothed pussy, you brought your finger up to slide the fabric over and in no time you were met with her bare cunt, glistening in the darkness.
You stuck your tongue out giving a single lick to her folds making the brunette goddess above you squirm, her thighs clamping tightly around your head, she interlaced her ankles making sure her hold didn't waver.
You sent your tongue to lick around her buzzing clit, you played with it for a few seconds before you rubbed it between your teeth. She let out a loud moan and rolled her eyes shut, pressing her head into the wall. You attached both your lips to her clit and began sucking wildly, making her shiver uncontrollably from the pleasure.
You bring your head away from her sparkling cunt and whisper, “You're mine, and only mine, you understand, baby?”
She sucked in a quick breath and breath out an elated yes, nodding her head against the wall, messing up her perfectly ironed hair. A smug smirk rested upon your face as you reattached your lips with her aching clit. You continued to mess around with it as you grazed your teeth against her clit, making her release a low growl. Her hands were back on your shoulder now, her fingers digging deep into your skin, your tank top proving ineffective at protecting your skin.
Once you finished with her clit you ran your tongue through her wanting folds, making her writhe above you, her legs tightening against your head more as she pressed your head forward with her shaking hands wanting you to go deeper.
Your tongue pushed past her folds and deeper into her, she releases a throaty deep moan. Pumping your tongue in and out of her like clockwork. Her hips start rutting against your tongue and she jerks her hips down so your tongue can go deeper. You're lucky that your tongue is long enough to reach the collection of nerves at the base of her pelvis. Her hands squeezing against your hair as the fulfillment is too much for her, she is reaching her breaking point.
All it takes is for you to nudge your nose into her sensitive clit and pop your tongue out from her and slip it back in for her to reach the edge and fall over. A series of short and long powerful moans were emitted from her mouth. Her walls tightened around your tongue and the next thing you knew was liquid filling up your mouth, you hungrily swallowed it down, some of the escaped liquid falling down your face to your neck. You were covered in her and you didn't mind one bit.
When she settled down and released her tight grip on your hair you removed your tongue and backed your head away to take a deep breath. Her thighs go limp on your shoulder as she rests her back completely against the wall.
You gently take her legs from your shoulders and stand up, with uneven breathing and a fast-beating heart. You looked at her adoringly and closed in on her with a kiss. She could taste herself on your lips and that made her giddy and made her stomach clench again.
You pulled back and pulled a wide smile staring dreamily at her. She placed a quick pet on your lips, “Thank you, baby.”
Your face lit up at her soft tone and you bit your lip, “My pleasure, dear.” She came in for the kiss this time and savored it, savored your warm body against hers, and savored the taste of her on your tongue.
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You helped Wanda get back into her dress that was splayed on the floor, zipping her up from behind as your cool hands passed over her bare shoulders which sent shivers down her spine. When you were done you placed a soft and long kiss on her shoulder. She closed her eyes taking this moment in as you whispered sweet nothings in her ear, she turned her head to the side to see that your eyes were closed as you were taking her in, her heart couldn't help but beat ten times faster at the sight. Her hair was anything but neat now, but resembling a lion's mane as her thick hair ran in every possible direction.
You both exited the small closet, your suit jacket splayed over her shoulders, you didn't mind the goosebumps that were scattered across your arm. You decided to leave out the back door of the frat house, wanting to avoid all your friend's questions about the fight, saving it for another day and time. On your way out you snatched a sealed water bottle from the lone cooler. Wanda had already made her way outside and you rushed to catch up with her, scolding yourself at the headache you were starting to receive from your alcohol intake.
As you guys made it to the sidewalk heading back to the direction of your apartment you put your arm around Wanda’s clothed shoulder, she bit her lips as a small smile came to her face. She was loving the gentleness that you always showed her. You popped open the bottle by doing a quick trick you learned from Nat to open it with one hand.
You ushered the bottle towards Wanda and she looked up from her snuggled spot between your arm with raised eyebrows.
“Drink, you’re gonna thank me later.”
She silently thanked you and took a sip, you looked at her with soft eyes. The way her mouth formed around the water bottle, the way her plump lips wrapped around the plastic did something to you and you wiggled in your spot.
She gave you the bottle back, half-drunken. She told you how if she drank anymore she would pee on the spot and you let out a chuckle and redirected your gaze ahead of you, pulling her in closer. You finished off the water bottle and stored it in your large pant pocket.
The rest of the walk home was silent but you both didn't mind, being close to one another was all you truly needed. She rested her head on your shoulder as you continued to walk, a content smile lacing its way onto your face.
Her company was what always kept your blood moving and your heart pumping, and you couldn't get enough of it.
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Traitor
Synopsis- Your need to socialize brings you to the club and you meet a special someone who lights up your night, but can you handle finding out she wasn’t all who she claimed to be?
Pairings- Wanda Maximoff x Fem!reader, Bottom!Wanda Maximoff x Top!Reader
Warnings- Cheating, Drinking, 18+ Content
Word Count- 7.9k
A/N- This took me so long to write, I do not have a life :/
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You finally decide to take a break for yourself after working yourself to the point of hysteria. Thinking there's no better place to go to than the club to get wild and let loose. Hopefully this time you would dance with someone or spark up a conversation with a stranger that would make you rethink everything in life.
Sadly you were mistaken, sitting on the barstool looking off into the distance of the crowd. Seeing hundreds of bodies moving together all in sync, seeing people eating each other's faces out as the lights flash the whole rainbow.
Groaning and rolling your eyes you shifted over to face the bartender who had a cheeky smile on their face, obviously too over-enthusiastic hoping you would give him a good rating.
“What could I get you for tonight?” He asked with a raised eyebrow as he shook the cocktail maker in odd positions while it felt like he was staring deep into your soul.
Stumbling on your answer of what to reply you fiddled with your hands trying to remember the name of any cocktail. Remembering the name of the show you watched on your dad's old tv when you were younger.
“The, um. Shirley temple, yeah that one!” You exclaimed still confused as to how you even remembered the show's name.
Still stuck in your thoughts you heard the bartender mumble out something as he walked off in another direction, probably to deliver a drink to someone else.
After this drink, you were definitely planning on going home coming to the conclusion that this environment definitely just wasn't for you. All the dresses people wore stopped barely below their ass, all the men with their shirts off trying to flaunt their sweaty 6-packs, and people who were way more extroverted actually talking to others.
While you were just in casual clothes you threw on not thinking too much about your physical appearance until now making you hunch your shoulders just slightly. Feeling a soft vibration on your back from where it was connected to the bar counter.
Raising your eyebrows lightly as you turned over you see the bartender had placed down your drink now in front of you and had moved along to other needy customers.
Scratching your neck as a nervous tick overcame you causing you to look at the other people sitting on stools at the bar counter you saw them all talking to one another or quickly stopping by and rushing their order because someone was most likely waiting for them on the dancefloor.
This made you feel even more lonely in a place full of people, sure you could go and start a conversation with a random person, but you were never too trusting so why start now. And your mind automatically shot to people seeking out others to kidnap or partake in their devious plans.
Absentmindley sipping on your drink as you thought of the movie you were gonna watch when you returned home soon, wondering if you should see horror, action, or romance movie. Coming to the conclusion that you weren't even gonna attempt to watch a romance movie that will call you single in 100 ways.
Too consumed with having an internal conversation with yourself you failed to realize a stranger trying to have a conversation with you, turning your head towards them while sucking the last of the cocktail out of the round glass.
Almost choking as you take the breathtakingly beautiful woman in front of you, wondering why she was talking to you out of all the people at the bar. You couldn't help but start to feel self-conscious under her faze as a little smirk played on her lips.
While you take in her whole appearance she continues talking to you while subtly looking around the club. Her jade green eyes bore into your dull ones, her dark brunette locks swishing from side to side. The released air sent her strawberry vanilla scent your way causing you to take in a deep breath.
She waves her hands in front of your face when your eyes flutter shut for a few seconds still in such awe at her smell, thinking to yourself how you probably look so weird right now but you couldn't help it.
Finally turning her in she says, “You probably didn't hear a thing I said in the last ten minutes.”
You could hear the slight disappointment in her voice as she shifted in her seat awkwardly looking away from your sorry glance.
Thinking quickly to try and reverse the damage you've done you quickly say, “No, no I heard everything you said. It's just that I’ve never seen someone so beautiful before, let alone them initiating the conversation first.” You gasped out as you shot her a hopeful look.
Her eyes softened immediately and just for the littlest of moments, you could see something else in her eyes until it left just as fast. She laughed at your comment seeing through your little lie but didn't take it to heart because she knew you meant well. When she continued to laugh you couldn't help but be absolutely mesmerized, you'd do anything to hear it again and see the smile plastered upon her face.
“You know it's not a good thing to lie right?” She questioned faintly as she laid the side of her head on her palm as her elbow was planted on the counter.
Your reply is already on the tip of your tongue before you cant filter what you say, “What? I'm not lying, you really are the most beautiful person I've seen. Everything about you screams perfection.” You say the last line softly as you stare deep into her radiant eyes.
Your compliment made her chuckle softly as she looked down at the legs of your stool. But when she looked back up your breath hitched as you could finally identify the lingering look in her eyes, adoration.
She slapped your jacket-covered shoulder lightly as she inched closer on her stool towards you, looking down briefly as her mouth flickered to a frown for a second.
“You should really stop lying.” She said quietly, you could tell that she didn't believe that she was truly beautiful, you could see her interlacing insecurity crack out seeping into her words and face.
Hesitantly bring your hand up to the bottom of her chin, lifting it up ever so lightly as if you were afraid you would break her.
“The only lie I told you was that I was listening to you, I just never thought someone as breathtaking as you would be talking to me.” You explained gracefully while pointing to your attire and face.
This made a small smile spread across her face as the words left your lips truthfully, you turned over to the bartender waving him over hurriedly, maybe you would get just one more drink tonight.
Turning back around to the woman after you called the bartender over.
“And what will you be having tonight m’lady.” You ask her with fake seriousness laced in your tone and broadcasted on your face.
She giggled lightly as she mumbles “Paloma” while shying away from both you and the bartender's glance.
You turn away from her again and place her order along with a whiskey on the rocks for you. When the bartender glided away blissfully since he has most likely been doing his job for a while in order to be so swift you hear the woman say something.
Your attention yet again on her you raise your eyebrow and ask her what she said.
“My name is Wanda, but if you want to call me m’lady I don't mind.” She said amorously while once again staring deep into your eyes, your stomach doing flips at the attention she has on you. You couldn't wait for what this night held.
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Before you knew it you had more whiskeys than planned, Wanda urging you to take some tequila shots with her. She was downing them like a pro and her slurred voice showed just how drunk she was. Not wanting to make her feel lonely you down as many as your alcohol-resistant body could let you.
As you both got drunker and drunker deep into the night you noticed that Wanda had an accent, one you didn't hear before her drunkenness most likely making it have an appearance.
But as the night moved on the club seemed to get more packed than it already was. When a man in flashy designer bling rubbed up against Wanda at the counter while talking to the bartender you couldn't help but clench your first on your tequila shot, staring the man down as he looked on.
While you were too busy glaring daggers at the man Wanda noticed this form of possessiveness and smirked to herself, even though she didn't plan on doing this her inability to make the right choices made her get up from her stool and plant herself in your lap.
Taking you by surprise you almost choked on the strong alcohol gliding down your throat smoothly, a little dribble of the liquor falling out of your mouth. As Wanda sat perched on your lap she saw it happen quickly wiping it away with her thumb as a wide smile graced her face now getting to see your features better up close.
Your cheeks begin to turn hot from the intimate position you now realized you were in and her adorable smile.
Putting your hand on her waist to ensure her stability because she was sitting on your lap facing the large crowd of people on the dancefloor as you were still facing the blinged-out man. While you were looking back at Wanda you could see from the man out the corner of your eye staring at you both, he probably thought you two were together from her position on your lap and you grinned a second later he stalked away into the crowd.
Your hand gripping tighter on Wanda’s waist as your arm encircled the lower of her back, she shifted and you stopped suddenly as you thought you might have gone too far but then a second later she completely relaxed in your hold and rested her head on the left side of your shoulder gently sighing.
“Y-you seem tired...I can take you home if you like.” You told her calmly while staring down at her hair which seemed to turn and twist in every direction, like a captivating current.
“I- I don’t.” She answered hesitantly stopping herself before she could finish her thought.
Gently pressing her chin up with your free hand so she could come eye level with you, you asked, “Don't what?” with raised eyebrows, worry overfilling your mind.
“I just- I don't want to go home just yet.” She explained bouncing up from your lap and stumbling slightly as the alcohol intake finally caught up to her.
In just a second you were up and steadying her with both your hands planted on her waist. You could feel the tight leather fabric clinging onto her body so much better now, the thought of slinging it off of her was so powerful but you overcame it.
As you felt her stabilize in your arms you looked at her with admiration and a moment later she was staring right back at you with the same admiration, you could see the longing in her eyes for something.
When you were with her it felt as if the rest of the world was on pause, you felt anything but lonely. It's like she opened a door in your heart that has yet to be opened before, she brought out the light in you.
The noise of the club drowned out as you were locked at this moment with her, and in the blink of an eye, your heads were both inching closer to each other.
Electricity shot through you when your lips connected, having never felt like this before you wanted to cherish it for as long as you possibly could. You tasted the lingering tequila on her lips and the strong grapefruit flavor from her drink from earlier.
Her arms wrapped around your neck slowly as she breathed in your scent, never wanting to leave your arms. You gripped her waist a bit tighter as your arms slid down her back slowly.
She bit your lip softly making you open your mouth to express a groan but before you could emit any noise she took her chance to slide her tongue directly into your mouth and you let her. Both your tongues fought for dominance as things started to get more heated.
You pressed yourself closer to her if that was possible considering how up against each other you already were. Feeling her fingernails grip onto the root of your hair, making you groan into her mouth and you could feel her smile against yours. She took pleasure in hearing the sudden noises come from your mouth, and you knew that which made the growing thirst to have her under you stronger.
Pulling away from her lips reluctantly fighting the urge to reconnect your lips to hers. She was caught in the haze of the kiss still and followed after your mouth, trying to reconnect them herself and take things back under her control.
“Let's take this back to my place,” you said out of breath grasping her waist harder, “I don't live too far from here we can take a cab.” you finished off as you stared deep into her forest green eyes seeing her dilated pupils, causing your stomach to clench even more.
The urge to have your lips back on hers overcame your mind and you moved in to reconnect with her instead you could you felt Wanda slip from your grasp and snatch your hand with hers. Before you knew it she was dragging you through the crowd of people, everyone moving out of her path instantly as if they knew not to block her and her chances of relieving her aching libido.
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The whole cab ride to your apartment was pure ecstasy. She had already taken off her bra somehow as soon as she got in the cab and when you got in the cab a few delayed seconds later because the alcohol was starting to slow down your reality she slung it around your neck, teasing you almost. She knew it would be a few minutes until the cab reached your apartment when you slurred the location to the driver as she got in position on your lap.
The cab driver looked at both of you through his rearview mirror and scoffed, mumbling something about alcoholics or lesbians you couldn't tell but when he started driving that all went away when Wanda reattached her lips onto yours.
You couldn't handle not being able to strip her right then and there and that's why you thought she was enjoying teasing you so much. She would constantly fall out of the kiss on purpose and laugh to herself enjoying seeing the small frown pull against your face.
She then started to lick your jaw, catching you off guard for a second. Enjoying the feeling a little too much in the back of the cab your gripped her waist and jerked her against your leg causing her to release a loud moan just below your ear.
The cab driver obviously did not like this as much as the both of you were he honked his horn making you both jump in surprise, your drunken mind thinking he wanted you guys to stop and you were about to retaliate with a few curse words until you felt Wanda dragging you out of the cab.
Still not sure of what was happening at the moment you looked up to see the bright fluorescent lighting flickering on and off in your apartment building's front office. You looked to your left and see Wanda staring enticingly at you as she bit down her lip a smirk playing at her lips, clinging onto your arm as if you were her lifeline and she was on the verge of death.
You couldn't wait to get past your apartment door and give her the night of her life.
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As soon as your key left the slot Wanda twisted the doorknob swiftly and pushed open the door with such force you were sure there would be a dent in the wall from the impact but you didn't care. She turned around and stared at you seductively as she bent over slowly making sure you had the full view of her ass as she took off her heels oh so slowly.
Subconsciously you slipped off your shoes and stalked over to Wanda who was still having fun teasing you with the sight of her exposed back thighs that were toned to perfection.
Right as she slipped off her last heel you were behind her in less than a second, an almost animalistic feeling took over you as you lifted her up from behind turning her over in the process so she could face you. In those mere seconds where your eyes connect you saw that her pupils were completely blown leaving no more room for the green pigment. As Wanda stared into your eyes she couldn't help but shutter almost at the intensity that was radiating from them and your slick grin. Like it was clockwork she wrapped her legs around your waist so she could be closer to you.
Before you knew it you were now in your room, slamming the door shut behind you not caring if you were causing more damage to your home that you spent so much money on, but again you could care less.
You threw her onto your plush bed that was covered in pillows you often slept with, immediately after she laid down on the bed and stuck her pelvis up in the air, latching onto her panties and shimming them down her legs. Stuck in the moment of bliss seeing her absolutely ready and willing to give her full self to you your grin spread further up your face.
Unwillingly you looked away as you turned around towards your dresser. Stalking over quickly to get her a surprise not knowing the frown that was brought upon her face at your turned back, saddened from the fact that her attention was no longer with you. But that all changed quickly as you managed to unbuckle your jeans and slide them down your legs then reach for the strap tucked away deep in your dresser.
When you turned around you saw her face light up and she scooted back on your bed, her dress having completely risen up and now resting on her hips. She sat back and spread her legs giving you the full view of her glistening cunt that was soaked with her juices you couldn't wait to taste and have all over your mouth.
Putting the strap on as you maintained eye contact with Wanda. Her breath hitched as she looked at how feral your eyes looked, gulping as she was prepared for what you were about to do.
Once the strap was fastened perfectly around your waist the long-lasting grin left your face in seconds as you lowered your hands and planted them on the bed, staring at Wanda with more than hungry and thirsting eyes.
“Who said you could be that far away from me?”
Catching her off guard with that comment she took some time to think of what you meant but before she could have a chance to assess that thought she felt your cool hands on her ankles, one second later she was at the end of your bed causing a yelp to release from her mouth and a smile to spread across your face.
You kneeled awfully slow while a smirk grew on your face, teasing her like she had done you earlier in the night. Wanda gave out a whine and wiggled growing impatient from the need to have your hands roam her body and fuck her senseless.
As you were perched on your knees while Wanda was sitting up rested on her elbows with a little pout appearing on her face. You couldn't help but bring your hand up to her cheek, your hand touching her soft flesh. She released a sigh.
“Y/n… please don't play with me.” She pleaded with a steady tone.
Her cool tone washed over and you shivered just slightly.
“What do you want baby?” You questioned her with a raised eyebrow, your eyes drawing in on her rising chest.
Wanda’s breath hitched at the pet name, a feeling of contentment falling over her. She liked hearing you call her that and wished she could hear the name slip from your mouth again.
Pondering your question for only a second she took your hand that was still connected with her cheek and slowly slid it down her abdomen, past her hips, and stopped when reached her pelvis, your eyes following the movement as your heart raced. You’ve never had someone this eager to be in bed with you and you were gonna bask at the moment for just a little longer.
When you looked back up to Wanda’s face you saw her biting her lips as her eyes stayed steady on you, waiting for your next move. You just couldn't give in that easily, you still wanted to tease her more. Taking your pointer finger towards her slick coated folds you pressed her clit lightly. Just the slightest pressure caused her to yell out a guttural moan and fling her head back onto the plush pillows as her back arched.
You couldn't help but run your other hand up her stomach stopping at her covered breast, gently squeezing it earning yourself another whine from the brunette beauty. Moving your pointer finger down towards her entrance and sticking it in then taking it right out after.
Wanda groaned in annoyance, she was too horny for you to be teasing her and getting away with it like that. She was quick to close her legs, affectively trapping your hand between her thighs. Confusion sprung over your face quickly, thinking maybe she didn't want you to touch her.
It was until she came up from her laid position on the bed to face you up and front.
“If you don't quit your teasing bullshit I'll leave right now.” She told you with a seriousness you couldn't figure out was real or fake, but you didn't want to find out the truth if she got up and left.
As you were stuck in your thoughts with your mouth agape Wanda smirked, she wasn't quite sure if her threat would work. She didn't know if you were gonna see right through her bluff but you did and that brought her a sense of happiness tricking you.
Nodding your head subtly you placed both hands on her stomach, pushing her back to her previous position before she arose and gave you an ultimatum. When she was successfully laid down again you spread her twisted thighs, you didn't notice that she was trying to ease the pressure in between her legs and that's when you knew she wasn't really going to leave. It was a bluff but you were done teasing now it was time to show her just how she makes you feel.
Before you lowered yourself to her cunt you sent one last glance towards her and smirked at the sight of her nibbling other lower lip as her dark locks cast down over her face, no doubt anxious for you to get a move on.
Not wanting to starve her of your services any longer you came face to face with her pink and puffy pussy. Your eyes widened and your stomach churned, you placed your thumb on her clit releasing a loud moan and squirm from the woman.
You began to circle faster and faster on her clit, her thighs starting to constrict around your head. Wanting to taste her immediately you brought your face directly down into her cunt and licked along her shining folds. Her body shook as if she was having a seizure but she was happy to have you licking and touching all the right places.
Your pace around her clit fastened more as you started your tongue work, doing circles around her clout briefly then switching back to pry at her entrance leaving the woman a whining mess.
Once your tongue started to focus on her clit more your teeth glided across her bean which caused her to buck her hips into your face.
You prepared your fingers, going to start with three for a surprise. No teasing the entrance or anything you shoved your fingers up inside of her so fast she didn't process it at first until the burst of ecstasy sent her into overdrive.
The most boisterous moan left her mouth as the impact finally hit her, just immediately she began to buck her hips against your hands.
Your tongue and fingers brought her such bliss she wanted more. Her hands gripped the sheets as she called out your name.
“Faster, y/n!” She ordered as she began whipping her head around from side to side in need of more.
“What was that?” You asked taking your tongue off her clit, your cockiness yet again making an unlawful appearance.
“Please, y/n. Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me..” She begged as her eyes squinted shut.
“Fuck me what, baby? Use your words.”
“Fuck me like you hate me, please!” She bellowed.
The pace your fingers went in and out of her was ungodly with the loud smacks coming from your fingers pummeling into her entrance over and over. You practically had her seizing from how much pleasure she was receiving. The build-up in your core caused you to groan from hearing the noises she was emitting.
An orgasm was coming from her, the first of very many you planned on giving her that night.
As you added a fourth finger into her moments later you could feel her walls clenching tight against your fingers making it harder to pound into her with them.
But that didn't matter because in a matter of seconds she was cumming, a loud throaty groan rising from her. You were a little shocked at how someone the size of herself could make such a sound, a growl-like yell coming from her.
Taking one last stroke inside her with your fingers grazing over the inside part that made her seize in the first place, her breathing became heavy and her chest was rising and falling rapidly. You took your fingers out from her and her thighs broke apart from your head as you stood up.
Satisfied with what you have done you sucked the juices off of your three fingers but left some for her as you bent over placing them in her open mouth. She sucked on them and sighed with a content hum. When she was done you took off your shirt wanting to feel her skin on yours when she was pressed up against you.
As she was coming down from her long-awaited high you flipped her over onto her stomach, her hair splashing over her back you took your fingers running them through her soft locks. She let out a soft sigh at feeling your hands on her head and before she knew it she felt the cool touch of your fingers gliding down her now naked back after you unzipped her leather black dress that has been partially concealing her the whole night.
You stripped her unhurriedly but not too slowly. As you brought the material down her legs, finally removing it, you flung it away towards a random direction in your room.
When you looked down at her to capture her backside your heart skipped a few beats, and this was just the sight of her from behind. She has a perfectly shaped ass with one dimple right off the center of her left cheek. Her back muscles shone perfectly against the moonlight seeping from your bedroom curtains. And her hair, her hair was splayed graceful along her backside. As you were taking in her breathtaking form she turned her head around and saw you mesmerized. She couldn't help but blush as you were admiring her and she couldn't help but feel merry at how you made her feel like the only person in the world.
She turned over pain painstakingly slowly to reveal her front to you, you could now see the wide smile that was upon her face, you smiling back in adoration.
“Well are you planning on standing there for the rest of the night or are you gonna finish giving me the best time of my life?” She asked you softly scrunching her nose in the process.
“What? A girl can’t admire what's hers when I’m looking the most perfect person known to human.” You told her gingerly, wondering if you might have overstepped with your comment.
A tender smile came upon her face once again at the compliment. She felt as if she was the most important thing in the world something she never felt often, not like this ever. But something in her heart ached at seeing your face, and she looked away from your gaze quickly taking in a sharp breath. You were too head over heels to notice this at the moment.
You came down upon her slowly as she scooted up the bed, you rested on your knees as she laid against your pillows softly. When Wanda turned her head in to bask in the attention again her nose overfilled with your scent and she grinned in satisfaction of being right here in the moment with you, wishing it could last forever.
Everything in this moment felt slowed to you both, you came down on top of her and connected your lips in a heated kiss. Your tongues danced wildly together as you pressed your thigh down onto her core making her moan into your mouth, taking this opportunity to remove your lips from hers and start sending sloppy kisses along her jaw.
A few moments you were sucking on her neck planning on making marks to let others know she was yours. If and when you decided to call yourselves more because surely this night meant a lot to the both of you, how could it not?
Then you felt her hands press against your chest and you stopped. You looked down at her with raised eyebrows and willing to stop at any second if she asked but instead of shaking her head you could tell she was fighting to say something.
“Don't-” You started to rise from her not wanting to give her something she didn't want but then she put her hands on your shoulder you to stay still, “No, I-I want you to keep going just, just don't mark me please.” She said fervently.
You couldn't help but feel like there was something more she wasn't saying and you tried to find it in her eyes but she looked away from your gaze and bit down on her lips.
“Wanda, what is it?” You asked, anxiousness starting to creep in your bones.
“It's just my first time that's all.” The reply rolled off her tongue almost too smoothly making you jump back in shock.
“H-how old are you?” You squealed trying to pry the thought of having sex with a minor from your head.
“No! No, that's not what I meant. I'm 27 it's just that I'm, I'm still a virgin.” She admitted the last part.
Your eyes softened and your breathing returned to its normal pace as you brought yourself back down onto her.
“That's fine, I'm just glad to be your first.” You admitted as you locked your lips with hers in a sweet kiss before you were pulling back.
Your hands rubbed against her stomach as you sat upon your knees lifting up one of her legs as you slung it around your shoulder. Aligning the false cock with her coated entrance. She shuddered and released a sigh at just how right it felt.
You pushed your hips into her cunt at a slow and steady pace first then went faster as her moans started to increase in volume. Before you knew it sweat was appearing on both your bodies as the sex-filled room was intoxicating and your quick movements caused them to dribble slowly down your body.
Her screams were erratic as the pounding got more grotesque, her legs now wrapped around your midsection. Your fingers are interlaced together by the top of her head. With the force of your hips meeting her center and the harness of the strap rubbing against her clint to relive some of that extra pressure she was cumming in no time.
An elongated whine left her lips, her face scrunching up together as her eyebrows pointed upwards. The radiance of the night shows how stunning she just was at this moment, the beads of sweat covering her body made her look heavenly, the strands of hair connecting to her face and neck. Her lips quirked up as she bit them, she truly looked ethereal and you were more than satisfied to have made her feel this way more than once already made a smug smirk appear across your face.
Before you could finish esteeming her beauty under the moonlight she flipped you over and was now on top, still with the dildo inside of her she release a sigh now that she was bottomed out.
You looked up with her with longing in your eyes as you placed your hands just above her ass. She came down to your level licking her lips gradually when she saw you staring at them.
“Let’s see how many times you can make me cum tonight, and when we're done I don't want to feel my legs.” She whispered just below your ears, her teeth gently grazing your earlobe causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head and push her ass into you further.
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When you gave Wanda her seventh and final orgasm of the night you both were beyond tired. As you cleaned her up with a washcloth from your bathroom and settled her into the sheet comfortably because she couldn't in fact move her legs due to such intense pounding and spreading in her cunt that she received.
A few minutes after you cleaned both of you up from the night's current events you snuggled into the cover, coming from behind her and wrapping your arms around her torso as you spoon.
Wanda decided she didn't like the position and turned over in your arms, laying her head on your chest. You felt the hairs on her head tickling your exposed skin but you didn't care because as long as she was comfortable and happy it mean the world to you.
Maybe you were falling too fast for her but you’d jump headfirst if it meant every night was like like this. It had you thinking what a coincidence it was the one night you decide to go out you’d meet her, the girl of your dreams, scratch that, world.
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She was gone the next morning.
You're a pretty light sleeper so you don't know how exactly she snooks out but she did, you tried not to think about it too much. But when you rolled over on your bed you smelled her scent as it clung to the fabric of the sheets.
Your alarm suddenly blared on your nightstand next to your bed damaging your ears from the hangover, you shuffled from the comforts of your sheets and sat on the edge of your bed quick to shut it off staring off into the distance of your room. You didn't even get her number, how were you gonna ever get in contact with her again, everything is so fucked up.
You glanced down at your phone screen looking at the time plastered on the screen you saw it was 6:30 pm. This made you jump out of bed send shout obscenities as you rushed to get in the shower remembering the dinner with your boss you had.
Luckily you set up an alarm because you always forgot the time and you couldn't forget this important event, your job depending on it.
Spending the better half of your time throwing up the contents of your stomach thanking the heavens you didn't get alcohol poisoning.
As you finished taking a shower, brushing your teeth, and making yourself look presentable while debating if you should tell him you weren't feeling well with how sickly you looked. But you shook the thought away as you put on your black bomber and grabbed your door keys from the floor. Smirking at the thought of how they got there.
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When you got out of the cab arriving in the suburban side of the area marveling at the big house sat in front of you. Walking past the big white picket fence thinking to yourself how your boss was living the American dream, he probably had a beautiful wife and two kids to be exact. One probably named Timmy and Bella. You rolled your eyes as you jogged up the steps of the grand house the motion censored lights flickering on causing you to look up at them squinting your eyes.
He works you till you're dry and then attempts to blind you, rolling your eyes tiredly even after you slept for the whole day. You knocked four times on the door hoping that he wouldn't answer so you could just go back home not having enough energy to plaster a fake smile on your face and interact with him for the next hour and a half.
When he opened the door you were taken back at how casually he decided to dress. He was in jeans for the first time out of all the times you've seen him and wearing a green turtleneck. You stifled a laugh as to how funny he looked and shook his hand.
He grabbed your hand with such enthusiasm you wanted to walk right back down the steps you came from. As he shook your hand he grasped your shoulder and squeezed it so tight you were sure it would leave a bruise. Closing your eyes for a second too long to roll your eyes.
“Nice of you to make it here y/n!” he exclaimed with a large smile that didn’t reach his eyes, all his movements were so robotic as if someone programmed him to do and say all of this. You knew for a fact the only reason he was doing it was that he got bad rates from his employees from a survey of the workplace environment.
You fought to urge to reply back that you didn't have much of a choice but before you could come up with a fake reply he ushered you inside,
“My wife just got done putting dinner on the table, it's one of my favorite dishes she makes. It's a traditional dish, from a place called, uh, Sokovia. That's the word.” He rambled as he took you through the grand foyer, living room, and kitchen.
With all the miscellaneous toys and children's items thrown about the place, you could definitely tell that he had kids.
As he directed you into his grand dining room you couldn't help but stand stiff as his hand was on your lower back. You wanted too badly to slap his hand away but he took it off of you as you came to a halt in the dining room threshold.
Looking around you saw how the dining room looked brand new, you remembered him ranting to the workplace four years ago about him buying a new grand house but no one showed any interest because no one cared.
He looked around confusedly as if looking for someone he muttered something about “her being somewhere over here”.
But before he could say anything a woman dashed into the room, not quite catching her face yet as she turned around setting something on the table.
“Ah! Wanda, there you are!” He exclaimed as he raised his hands in the air, “I thought you disappeared or something, seems you've been doing a lot of that lately.” He whispered the last part softly so she couldn't hear, but you could.
Not even paying attention to his words anymore you felt your heart nearly stop at the sight of her. She wasn't facing you still arranging things on the table, but you knew it was her because of her hair. The same hair you were admiring hours ago.
You tried to fight back the tears in your eyes, biting down on your lip harshly instead while looking off into the distance.
“Here my special employee is, I forgot to tell you her name my bad. Heres y/n, y/n y/l/n.” And with that Wanda froze in her place hands hovering over the steaming rice.
Putting on a merry smile as she turned around to see that it was in fact you, she was staring at you intently hoping you would look at her. But you did anything but that doing everything to avoid her gaze.
A part of her face faltered for a second as she realized how bad she fucked up. She shouldn't have done this to you, you didn't know she was married and when you expressed your feelings of being with her after that night she didn't have the heart to tell you it wouldn't be possible.
Your boss, Vision didn't catch onto anything and instead said let's get seated. You took a seat in the nearest chair while Wanda sat with Vision across from you.
Here again, you felt lonely as ever. Who were you to believe that someone would have actually wanted you, to spend the resting of their waking moment in your arms.
Your shoulders hunched as you shrunk down in the chair, feeling the need to suddenly throw up.
Vision's voice brought you out of your slump, “Are you feeling okay y/n? You seem to look a bit too pale.”
“No, no I'm fine. It's just that I've been feeling as if I'm coming down with a cold, that's all.” You answered a bit too glumly.
But that's when you finally looked up and met eye contact with her for the first time tonight. Your breath stopped for a second as she stared back into your eyes keenly. You wanted to scoff so bad at how she still made you feel so special under her gaze. But you were just a fool and that's all you would be in your eyes and hers.
She reluctantly looked back down at her plate, a tear threatening to drop from her eye. The admiration and affection were no longer present when you looked at her but betrayal and anger spiked from your dull irises. The confidence you often gave her now transferred to self-consciousness.
As you put rice onto your plate avoiding Wanda's burning gaze. You nodded and pretended to listen to Vision going on and on about himself and what he planned for the future of his business, he was too consumed in his speaking to realize no one in the room was listening to him.
You finally realize why Wanda felt so deprived, you can't imagine being married to a man like him and sort of understanding why she cheated. But then again you couldn't help but feel so used and that made you irk in your seat.
But she told you how it was the best time of her life, how she was a virgin but she obviously had kids with the man sitting in front of you. How everything about her was a fucking lie.
You stared up at her from your plate and met her eyes directly. It's as if she wanted to pull you aside to speak to you privately but she didn't know how to come up with an excuse this time. This time a lie couldn't help her out in her favor, looks like it was coming to bite her in the ass.
You couldn't take one more minute of this torture seeing the woman who you gave so much of yourself with sit up her with her husband who she was married to for years. She had a whole life of her own, only if she would have stayed out of yours you wouldn't be feeling as if your heart is being repeatedly stabbed over and over again.
Abruptly you rose from your seat scooting back your chair back on the tile, although you didn't see it Wanda flinched at such harsh movement.
“I'm actually not feeling too well, I think staying in bed would have been a better idea. I feel like I’m going to puke.” You said with deceit lacing your tone, “Sorry Vision, sorry... Wanda.” You muttered out her name.
Vision stood up in plans of leading you to the exit but you knew exactly where you came from so there was no need as you waved him off. Your eyes brought you back to Wanda but she was already sitting up and walking towards you.
“Here let me, we’ve barely talked and I know Vision was counting on this dinner to be great for you. The least I can do is walk you out.” She said as she stood cowered under your gaze but confident enough to say what she had to say.
Her lies were overflowing your mind and you couldn't take enough, she didn't care about Vision’s work and you knew it. You didn't want to privately talk with her and hear more of them.
“No, it's fine. Don't drive yourself crazy over this dinner. I'm not that special, never was right?” You asked her the question under your breath thinking she didn't hear you.
But you know she did because her breath hitched. It took your whole being to not look at her but when you did she had teary eyes and a small pout. After all, she did to you you wanted to comfort her and wrap her in your embrace but you just couldn't.
“Fuck you Wanda, and fuck you for making me think I ever had a chance.” You whispered below your breath so Vision couldn’t hear before you took off down the awkwardly long hallway.
Making it to the front door the feelings got too much to handle as you shakily opened the door and slammed it shut behind you.
It all came out as you were no longer in front of an audience. You stumbled down the steps of the house as tears streamed down your face. A choked sob left your throat as you cursed yourself for going out that night, you just should have stayed home. The world too cruel to offer you anything meaningful in life.
Never again would you make the mistake of opening your heart to the next willing person, and never again would you make the mistake of attempting to fall in love with a brunette-haired traitor.
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Come Back to Me
Requests (3)- Bottom!Natasha x reader where they have sex on a mission + Natasha and Reader have an argument where R is in the wrong but she’s too stubborn to apologize and she thinks the problem will resolve itself but it dosen’t and after a couple weeks she sucks it up and apologizes + “Don’t you dare speak to me like that” prompt with Natasha saying it to R
Synopsis- When the inability to talk properly to one another turns into endless fights until Y/n finally says something they can't take back, can she make it up to Natasha and have her come back to her?
Pairings- Bottom!Natasha Romanoff x Top!Reader
Warnings- 18+ Content, and Blood
Word Count- 7.6k (I tried to not make it this long but I literally couldn't!!😫🫠)
A/N- Decided to kill three birds (requests) with one stone (story)😭
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Fighting was all you both did in the last month. Natasha complained about your workout clothes spread out across the bedroom floor, flinging them on you while you were laying in bed watching tv. She calls you a pig and you get upset but she tells you if you don't want to be associated with the name then you should stop acting like one. You jump up from the bed walking towards her trying to throw a good enough comeback at her about how she is a gym freak but she scoffs rolling her eyes and shoves you slightly while exiting your shared room.
She complained about the crumbs you put in the bed from your late-night snacking, snatching the sheets off the mattress in a rare occurrence of an outburst from her, throwing the bundle of sheets towards you when you got out of the bathroom from your nightly shower. You flipped her off saying how you didn’t eat chips in bed, only soft cakes and sweets. Natasha shook her head in anger as she ushered for you to go wash them immediately, when you refused she called you a little baby who has gotten dependent on the compound maids. You exited the room after getting changed during her lecture to sleep on the common room’s couch since Wanda took your old one after you moved into Nat’s three years ago.
Or when Natasha “accidentally” bleached all of your clothes, that argument lasted half an hour, yelling so loud that the whole floor could hear the elongated argument. She told you how your style wasn't that good anyway and how she did you a favor. You retaliated by dumping her favorite hoodies out the window watching them fall into a huge mud puddle from the rainstorm that previous night with an evil smile on your face. You held in your wicked laughter at her aggravated expression, you could almost see the steam coming from her ears. She stormed out of the room to retrieve the hoodies and take a break from your presence before she said or did something she would regret in the future. You face-palmed yourself when you realized some of the clothes you threw out the window were yours, slouching down on the bed in irritation.
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One night when you were on your phone scrolling through endless pages of clothing sites trying to rebrand your style, you tried to not take Natasha's comments about your style to heart but you did. From the other side of the bed, you heard soft muffling in the quiet of the night, raising your eyebrow to assess the sound only to find it coming from the redhead beside you. Your eyes widened and your eyebrows raised quickly, you quickly switched to the camera app on your phone to record her as the snores raised in volume.
The next morning while she was changing in front of the dresser you played her snores at full volume to get on her nerves because you were still feeling petty from the bleaching situation. At first, she didn't care because she thought it was a random person until she heard you snickering as you called her name out to her in the video. Her shoulders tensed as she was tying her hair into a ponytail, she turned around slowly with a questionable face.
Your mouth was closed shut as you sat perched on the bed staring at her with a smirk, she thought you were playing games until another loud snore came from the phone and her eyes whipped towards it while another giggle came from your phone. She quickly looked to your face to see if you were laughing but your face remained stoic as you stared back at her with your phone dangling between your fingers. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open, eyebrows scrunching in the process as she lunged towards you, forgetting to put on her shirt leaving her only in a bra.
This one time you were too fast for her as you quickly shut yourself in the bathroom in a fit of laughter, grasping your stomach from the pain of laughing. She banged on the door yelling at you to delete the video. After a few minutes of her empty restless threats, you heard loud stomps then a loud boom as the bedroom door slammed shut enunciating her departure, you could feel the slam vibrate through the walls from the force she used causing you to laugh harder.
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Another time where you said something to get under her skin was in front of the rest of the team, which would be her last straw. It was one of the monthly movie nights you would all have to attend, being bundled up in the warm common room with as many blankets you could pile on the already comfortable couches. Vision picked from a hat of everyone's favorite movies because everyone thought he was incapable of cheating so it would be fairer.
Once all the snacks from the kitchen were gathered and brought about, Vision picked Skyfall from the bunch, Clint cheering in silent victory as one of his was picked. Sam and Tony groaned audibly in annoyance at such a ‘boring’ movie in their opinion. They threw single pieces of popcorn in Clint's direction but he slapped them away as Wanda chuckled in an untamed manner beside him, her eyes squinted shut from the laughter.
Even though everyone in the room had seen this movie more than once they still sat down to watch it intently, murmuring during the action scenes and amazing angles that were shown.
Natasha was beside you, you were a bit surprised she’d want to sit next to you after your last argument but she nestled right beside you like nothing happened, happily munching on her favorite buttered popcorn. You were prepared to hear her complain about the kernels getting stuck in her teeth for the next day if it meant you could see her so peacefully for what felt like the first time in forever.
Your arm was wrapped around her shoulder as she leaned into your side with a content hum until she got up from the couch abruptly and put the now empty bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. Your eyes rose in astonishment from how fast she devoured the bowl thinking how she must have worked out extra hard today to be craving food that badly.
You heard some movement in the kitchen along with a few cabinets and drawers being open and clothes. Your back was turned towards it, more focused on the fight scene happening in front of you while Tony and Steve were judging their fighting skills, you rolled your eyes at them all while letting out chuckles from their ridiculing.
A few moments later as the fight scene got more intense you were gripping onto the seat of the couch, biting your nail as close shots were made. Then you felt a dip on the couch beside you along with the clink of a spoon against ceramic. You turned around to look and see Natasha had gotten a bowl of ice cream, your mouth hung open as she scooped some up bringing it to her face. You tried to steal it from her but she quickly moved the spoon towards your face leaving a little blob of the cold creamy dessert on your nose, wincing from the coldness you went back to your normal position attempting to lick it off as you heard her chortle next to you.
After a few more minutes passed you looked over to see Natasha finishing her bowl of ice cream, the thick liquid now turned runny as she tipped the bowl over to get it on the spoon. A quick thought came to your head for an amazing joke to say, the words slipping out of your mouth before you could stop and think about the deeper.
“Damn, you’ve got a big girl appetite,” You say tauntingly. She looks over to you with her eyebrows raised, confusion struck her face as the spoon hangs in front of her. You thought this was a giveaway to continue, “Wouldn't want to eat more of that junk, or that big belly of yours might just detonate,” You give out a quick laugh, finding your joke funny, “I’d hate for you to not fit into your Victoria's Secret lingerie anymore, that’d be a terrible shame.” You finish with a sick smile on your face.
The whole room turned silent as no one dared to move, Tony and Sam stopping their useless mutterings to each other as they froze. You continued to look at Natasha and could see that her eyes were dripping wet with betrayal, and humiliation. Your smile instantly left your face as you now realized you fucked up. You muttered a few curse words under your breath trying to think of a quick apology to make it right with her.
But before you could you heard a quiet snicker coming from Tony, his hand instantly coming up to his mouth as he avoided both of your gazes by looking down when the two of your heads snapped over at the sound. You slowly looked back at Natasha as her face was now stoic and free of any emotions.
You couldn't stand to look her in the eyes anymore as you took your arm from the back of her seat and gathered it in your lap with the other, heart beating at a fast paste. You were waiting for her to say something but she stayed silent which made your stomach churn in anxiety.
You felt her leave the couch as it rose from her getting up, you were about to look up to her and mutter a sorry apology but before you could even look up you felt semi-cold thick liquid dribble down from the top of your head, leaking onto your face. Gasping at the feeling, mouth wide open you quickly stand up from the couch abruptly with your hands sticking out from beside you in a shocked demeanor.
Finally looking at her with your mouth still agape you could see how angry she was through her eyes, choking on your saliva as your breath faltered.
“Don’t you dare speak to me like that.” She told you eerily composed. Your ears started to burn up from all the attention you were getting, embarrassment overriding your system. Saddening inside at the way she was looking at you, disgustedly.
She shoved the empty bowl in your chest roughly, hitting your sternum which caused you to wince from the impact. She strode away swiftly without making a single noise. The room was silent in her absence, you sucked in a slow breath taking in the whole situation. You looked up to find everyone avoiding your gaze as the movie continued to stream on at normal volume. Moving your head around you saw Clint staring at you with cold eyes, you gulped from the intense glare, cowering in his gaze.
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After that night you and Nat haven't been the same since, she stopped trying to even interact with you because of the level of disrespect she felt when she heard those vile words exit your mouth. You couldn't deny the fact that you were also avoiding her, you didn't know how to properly apologize to her and each time around the compound or in the briefing room you couldn't look her in the face, too ashamed.
So this radio silence between the both of you continued for a few weeks, you gave up the room a long time ago opting out to sleep on a different floor away from everyone, a little afraid that when you woke up in the night you would find Natasha above you with a wire to strangle you.
Her emotions towards you weren't oblivious, even if her face was impassive her body would radiate the energy she failed to express. Everyone could feel her fury, irritation, and resentment seeping out of her skin. No one wanted to confront her about the incident to avoid her wrath if she snapped.
Knowing that Natasha was beyond angry and pissed off with you did something to your mind. Every night you stayed up yearning for her touch, the way her body seamlessly molded together with yours, and the way she glowed in the moonlight, looking celestial. Your stubbornness was going to be the death of you, your inability to apologize and take ownership of your wrongs was weighing down on you.
This fight was the one that changed everything between you both, after the two of you constantly nagged at each other purposefully you still made it into each other's arms in the night despite being at each other's necks hours before. You both knew the reason you were fighting so much was that you were failing to communicate with one another properly, things like open toothpaste bottles and lone socks on the floor initiating a yelling match when it shouldn't.
On the outside you tried your best to show that you were okay and didn't care about the current situation going on, the person you love the most slipping away from you quickly. But deep down you were also hurting, mentally cursing yourself each time Natasha swiftly passed you in the halls not giving you any time to stop her and apologize. This made you lose hope and give up after multiple attempts, which got you thinking about how maybe you two were never meant to be together in the first place, so you started to ignore her presence too.
In the morning after your outside workout with Sam that had you sweating uncontrollably, you two were headed to the kitchen to grab a snack and water. On the way to your destination, he had picked up an abandoned football on the field and started throwing it back and forth to each other through the long halls of the compound, your laughter echoing throughout the corridor.
Sam chucked the ball further than you originally thought causing you to sprint down the hall before it knocked over something. Catching the ball with one arm and then rolling across the floor with the ball clutched between the palms of your hands you heard his victory shout which sounded more like a roar and you broke out in a fit of laughter. Rolling your eyes playfully as you stood up from the ground and basked in his acclaims. When he reached you he patted you on the shoulder roughly and brought his hand up to your head to mess up your hair more than it already was. You shooed him away with your hand as you stepped through the threshold of the kitchen.
“If you weren’t an avenger then you could possibly be in the NFL,” You laughed some more at his response and shook your head, “No, I’m serious with those sticky fingers you would do great. You're pretty skilled with your hands, I bet you're pretty popular with the girls, eh?”
You choked up from laughter and held onto the counter for stability as your body shook with hysteric laughs. A reply slips from your mouth as a quick response.
“Hey, I’ve had lots of practice,” You tell him smugly slapping him on the back, “The trick is to keep going after they hit their orgasm, drives them crazy.”
His eyebrows raise taking in the advice and that's when you start to look around at your surroundings and your breath hitched quietly, Natasha was seated on the other side of the kitchen munching on her granola silently while scrolling through her phone. A wave of awkwardness flooded your system, your hand coming up to scratch the back of your neck as your chuckles dimmed.
You saw that Natasha's spoon full of yogurt and flakes of granola rested in front of her face, she had heard your comment and froze, not realizing it. She sucked on her lips as her eyes stayed locked on her phone, you knew she felt your gaze on her but she paid no mind to look up.
Sam’s incoherent mumbling went on as your eyes stayed locked on her, your breathing becoming unsteady as you continued to look at her. You didn't know how she had this effect on you still, you guys hadn't come together to discuss if you were apart but it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out the obvious divide between you both. The separation tugging on your heartstrings, your gaze faltered as you looked down, a glum cloud engulfing you quickly.
You were brought back to reality from Sam’s laugh, you looked over to see him sticking up his fingers and showing how he does it. You rolled your eyes shoving him and calling him a dumbass under your breath. You stalked over to the fridge and pulled out cold water, tossing one towards Sam's direction for him to catch then turning around and pulling out an orange the size of your fist.
You walk back to where he was and engage in more conversation with Sam forgetting Natasha’s presence as he tells you a story about his childhood growing up in Louisiana. You raise your eyebrows when the story gets interesting as he tells you how he almost fell from a boat from a fish tugging with lots of power. You laughed and called him a dumbass some more times as the story got more intense.
While you were shaking your head chuckling at his jokes Natasha looked up from her phone, moving it to the side slightly so she could see your face without making it obvious. She could see your messy hair, loose hairs sticking to the back of your neck and forehead while your head was turned towards Sam. Your dominant jawline sent shivers down her spine as your jaw flexed from your smile and laugh. When you turned your head back around to unravel the orange peel she looked back down towards her phone quickly, praying that she wasn't caught.
She peered over her phone again her eyes automatically finding your fingers as they crushed into the orange. The whole scene was in slow motion for her. The way the orange juices squirted from the fruit, the way you brought your thumb up to your mouth sucking your finger. Her breath hitched as her stomach flipped and she immediately bit her lip, she was supposed to be hating you but how could she when you looked so damn hot. She crossed her legs hoping she could ease the build-up and relive it later while one of your hoodies was in her face to smell your scent. She shook her mind free of the thoughts of you and went back to mindlessly scrolling on her phone.
Sam finished his story reeling you, your movements stopping as you listened in, at the last second he snatched more than half of your orange slices and dashed out of the kitchen, you cursed under your breath when you failed to grab him. You walked over to the trashcan chucking the remaining scraps of the orange peel in the bin. Walking over to the sink to wash your sticky fingers.
While you were by the sink scrubbing your hands you heard Sam from the hallway.
“Catch!” He shouted suddenly, your head whipped over to the direction of his voice. The hairs on the back of your neck sticking up.
You were by the sink so you couldn't catch the ball and before you could blink again you saw a whizzing ball whoosh past the threshold of the kitchen where he exited heading straight for Natasha. Her head was still turned down looking at her phone and you knew that she couldn't possibly be that fast with her movements to see it coming.
In the next second, she was struck square in the forehead with the football. Her head flung back from the impact, her hand coming up to her forehead. Your breath stopped and your mouth fell open. She let out a loud croak, your heart dropping to your stomach as you rushed to dry your hands and go over to her.
Speed walking to where she was you hadn't realized you were holding your breath until you reached her, sucking in a deep breath when she looked up at you with enraged eyes. You looked around at the scene, her bowl of yogurt and granola splattered all around the counter from the football falling, some splattered on the front of her shirt and black leggings. Your eyebrows raised as you made eye contact.
An apology already at the tip of your tongue, you reached out to her. She bit on the inside of her cheeks firmly when she met your gaze, she didn't look one bit pleased. She smacked your hand away from her abruptly getting up from her seat, she pocketed her phone quickly and grabbed the football shoving it in your chest.
“Wouldn’t want to forget this, wide receiver.” She said snidely, turning away.
“I-I’m sorry, Sam threw the ball and I was by the sink,” You say following her as she exited the kitchen.
She was still walking with her back turned to you replying coldly, “I don't give a fuck, Y/n. And stop following me.”
You were hot on her trail, your hands shaking with anxiety at the way she said your name, “Can you please stop walking and talk to me, please.” You plead.
She abruptly stops causing you to run into her, you take a few steps back and run your hand through your hair, your eyes staying trained on her form. She slowly turns around and when you see her face your heart almost breaks. Her eyes were teary and you could tell she was holding back to the best of her extent.
Your automatic response was to cup her cheek and your arm flinched at the reflex but you stopped yourself before you could make the situation first.
“You don’t fucking understand, Y/n. If you had the littlest bit of respect for me you wouldn’t have said what you said, but you don’t. And I won’t take your half-ass apology because it doesn't mean shit to me.” She scolds you, sniffling slightly.
Your mouth opened and closed as you tried to think of something to say but nothing in your mind seemed good enough. She scoffed at your silence and rolled her eyes as she turned back around.
“I didn’t mean it, I was joking! I do respect you Nat, and I’m sorry for embarrassing and making you feel bad. Please forgive me.”
She stopped in her footsteps and turned back around in an instant, “I don’t forgive you, go fuck yourself.” She snapped back, finally walking off and this time you didn’t follow after her. Your arms flopped down to your sides as you released a sigh, your hands coming up to your face as you dragged them down your tired face.
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It has been half a month since you and Natasha last talked and you weren't doing any better than you were weeks ago. Dark circles were starting to form under your eyes from losing alarming amounts of sleep, everyone on the team was also starting to notice the decrease in your mood, everyone except Natasha.
You were sulking around the compound mindlessly just feeling the need to get up and move after staring out the window for half the day. Sam passed you while you were perched by the window and commented how depressed you looked but you didn’t have any energy in you to fire back so you continued looking out the window ignoring his presence which made him confused as he stood behind you for a minute in silence until he walked away, walking at a slow pace.
You felt bad for ignoring him like that but you couldn't bring yourself to turn towards him and have him comment on the way you look which would make you cry on the spot.
As you were walking glumly down the long corridor you heard Jarvis over the intercom above you beckoning you to come to debriefing room two immediately. You were at first hesitant to go in case it would be some sort of intervention from the team but when you asked what it was about and he notified you about an upcoming mission your eyebrows raised and you rushed over to the elevator hoping to make it there quickly since you were three floors above the debriefing floor.
You approached the room, your paste lessening as you got closer to the open door, you could hear Steve’s voice coming through the open door. As you got closer you tried to peep in through the glass walls but the whiteboard obstructed your view of the table to see who exactly was going to be attending.
When you walked into the room your eyes immediately fell onto Natasha, you started to bite the inside of your cheek when you noticed no one else sitting at the table. You were standing by the door like a weirdo, shifting on your feet awkwardly as your hands were interlocked behind your back.
Steve let out a loud cough and your head snapped towards him only to see his hand pointing towards an empty seat at the head of the table. You shook your head and walked over quickly, trying to keep your breath under control when you felt Natasha’s eyes on you.
You didn't know but she found you absolutely adorable the way you stood in the doorway, you barely showed the shy side of you because you were often an outgoing person. Nat finds you adorable standing like that in the doorway but the thought drifts away when the words you said to her creep up in her mind, her eyes cast downwards staring at the pristine tiled floor.
Steve continues to talk when you sit down, explaining the mission you and Nat will be going on in Siberia. How all you have to do is retrieve stolen tech from a warehouse and how it shouldn't be a big deal because the both of you could definitely handle it. You knew that this was an easy mission and so did Natasha, and you two also knew this was Steves's attempt to reconcile your romance.
You slouched back in your chair, crossing your arms over your torso as you listened to what Steve was saying to ensure you didn't mess up this mission and cause even more of a divide between yourself and the redhead. But you couldn't help sneaking a few glances towards Natasha, her defined jaw causing you to stare longer than you should’ve. The way her hair fell over her shoulders had your fingers squeezing against your arms.
Suddenly Natasha looked over her shoulder, eyes gaping into the side of your face when you whipped your head back towards Steve’s direction. You stifled a cough as you felt her eyes on you, feigning interest in the words on the whiteboard.
Once the debriefing was over you hopped out of your seat at a record speed to the door, if you wanted to make sure you were in the best quality for this mission you had to get sleep and make sure you were charged up. Ignoring Steve’s worried glance as you exited with a straight face, he wondered if he was doing the right thing.
When you were no longer in the room Natasha got up from her seat slowly, trailing over to Steve with her arms crossed. “I hope you aren't trying to help Y/n.”
He watched her walk away with a sway in her hips and a determined look on her face, maybe this wasn't enough to fix the divide between you both but he hoped it would because he hated seeing both of you act so standoffish to one another.
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You were currently inside the warehouse, crouching down with a loaded pistol wrapped in your hands. You were holding your breath to hear any footsteps of people trying to be secretive. Natasha had cleared the place of security guards lurking in the front, basically doing all the work so you could go in and safely secure the tech.
When she took out the last guard you had expected her to go in with you as you walked through the door but she opted out to stay outside in case one of the guards called for backup. But you knew it was just an excuse to not have to be near you and you turned back around, a pained expression on your face as your head hung slightly.
When you knew for sure the inside was empty you started to head towards the large beige crates, scratching your head wondering how you were going to get all of these to the safe house securely. You latched onto the one nearest to you crouching down in the process to pick it up and headed back towards the door. You left the first one at Natasha’s feet and stood back up. She looked at you in slight disbelief, your eyebrow raised and you froze in your spot.
“If you want to start healing our relationship I recommend you walk those a few feet over and place the crates in the van yourself,” Your mouth hung open in shock, “I’ll be waiting in the driver's seat.” She ended, sidestepping you and the crate and walking towards the van parked away in the distance. Your eyes trailed up and down her body, even the way she walked sent tingles down your spine, how am I even going to win her over at this rate.
You let out a quick breath recollecting yourself, crouching back down to pick up the fifteen-pound crate, waddling over to the van, trying not to trip over your feet in the darkness.
It took you surprisingly half an hour to load all the crates into the back of the van since you have been lacking on working out so you were as proficient. The van was packed and you ran out of space with the last one, letting out a loud huff of anger. You took a break sitting down on the crate, resting your elbows on your knees as you took a breather. While you were resting you felt something vibrate below your butt, shifting your gaze to the crate with a quirked brow.
You slowly got off the crate and crouched down in front of it, squinting your eyes while your hands moved to pry the top off. You peeked over the edge of the crater to see inside only to see a shining white light and the next moment you were splayed on the ground a few feet away from the opened box, groaning as you felt a surge of pain in your head.
Natasha heard the commotion and leaped out of the van, thinking there was a guard who got the jump on you, her heart racing at the possibility of finding you severely injured or worse. When she came around the corner of the van she saw you propped up on one of your elbows as your free hand was rubbing at your bleeding forehead, she let out a scoff and rolled her eyes finding no danger, but only a dumbass. She looked over to find the open crate and her expression fully dropped.
“Didn’t you hear Steve say to not open them, or were you not listening? Typical,” She sneered. You couldn't help but feel embarrassed under her gaze, looking towards the ground in shame.
When your hand moved from your forehead and she saw the deep gash and her heartbeat spiked, although she is still mad at you she can't help but feel anxiety at seeing you physically hurt in any way.
Before she can turn away you tell her, “There is no more room in the back of the van, how are we gonna transport it to the safe house?”
She licks her lip, the action drawing in your attention. “Don't worry. I’ll put it up front and you can walk, the way back isn't that far. You can handle it, right?” She demanded more than asked, you didn't get a chance to respond before she shut the back doors of the van and closed the crate, picking it up and walking to the front of the van.
You were left there on the ground in disbelief as she started up the van and skirted off, your mouth hung open in bewilderment. The last few moments have not caught up to you yet. You sat up and rested your elbows on your spread knees as you stared head-on in the empty parking lot.
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You made it back to the safe house an hour later, exhaustion filling up your body. Carrying the crates and walking three miles while feeling lightheaded from the gash on your head made you stumble through the front door when you unlocked it.
Slowly walking over to the couch with dropping eyes, all you wanted was to pass out so badly but you knew if you didn't take care of the gash it would get infected and scar, and that's something you didn't want, but surely five minutes of sleep wouldn't hurt. You felt like you sunk into the couch as you let out a content sigh, welcoming the oncoming wave of sleep.
As your mind started to fog entering the sleep state. You felt a dip in the couch beside you, your eyes fluttering open slowly as you turned to see what it was. You turned to see Natasha staring at you intently, a small dopey smile finding its way onto your face.
“Am I dreaming?” You ask her softly, still disoriented from the fatigue.
A small smirk inches its way up her face while looking at you adoringly. She can't help but find your dazed state cute. Her hand comes up to your face and brushes away the loose hairs from your forehead.
Out of nowhere, you start talking mumbling incoherent words. She looks at you deeply to figure out what you're saying but she can't, your eyes opening and closing slowly.
“I'm sorry,” You mutter out slowly. “I know you won't accept it but I am,” You continue letting out a long yawn. “I’m stupid, an asshole, an idiot, a fool, a shithead, a dumbass, a turd, a-” But she chuckles softly as she cuts you off by putting her finger onto your lips shushing you effectively. You stop talking and lazily kiss her finger while a stupid smile was plastered on your face.
Your eyes shut again and you can hear she is messing around with something next to her, her cool hands coming up to your face gently. You lean into her touch as she starts pressing against your gash with what you assume to be gauze. A small stinging sensation comes and you slightly wince squeezing your eyes shut, you feel her move on the couch and the next moment you feel her soft lips connect to your forehead. You are at true peace.
You forget the next moments as they blend together in a blur, you can only remember that you felt her get up from the couch causing your eyes to snap open. You took in her attire seeing that she had changed out of her suit and into some black shorts and long sleeve grey fleece shirt. Your hands found her hips instantly as she was not that far away from you, pulling her down onto your lap. She let out a small huff but couldn't help the smile that came to her face as seeing you completely mesmerized by her.
She repositioned herself on your lap and was now facing you, her hands resting on your shoulders. You leaned in leisurely to connect your lips and she met you halfway. Feeling her lips on yours for the first time in what seemed like forever gave you a boost of energy. Your hands that lay limp by your sides came up to the small of her back, pushing her towards you to lessen the gap. You both took your time with the kiss, taking the time to remember every bit of each other's lips again.
Heads moving every which way as your lips grappled to one another, soft mewls being put out from both of your mouths. Her hands came up to cup your cheeks as the kiss deepened. You let out a content hum from being in her hold again.
Her hips started to buck against you subtly, you knew what she was asking for and it was a request that you would not deny her. Your hands trailed to the end of her shirt as you stayed in the kiss, slowly taking the end of the shirt and pulling it up her torso. She broke the kiss quickly to take her shirt off faster getting impatient at the speed you were doing it.
She flung the clothing item in a random direction of the room as she started to work on unclipping the top piece of your suit, needy to get her hands on you and have yours all over her. In no time you were stripped of your top and your lips locked onto each other again, the feeling she gave you made you ecstatic.
You bit her lower lip harshly and she gasped, your tongue instantly finding its way into her open mouth. Seeking out her tongue like a predator and wrapping onto it, sucking and writhing. She moaned into your mouth making your stomach do flips, you missed hearing that sound come from her.
You quickly slid your hands up her back and unclipped her bra at an ungodly paste, the black lace slipping down her now bare front and pooling at the base of your stomach. You couldn't wait any longer as your hand traveled to the front of her body, rubbing up and down her stomach sending chills down her spine as she reveled in your touch. Your hands came up to her perky breast, wrapping them in your palm and kneading them with pressure.
She moans into your mouth again before she kisses you strongly one last time before parting your lips, she leans her head back giving your more room to play with her breast. Your fingers pinch her nipples releasing a whine from the woman, she squirms in your lap. Shaking her head as she bites her lip staring you directly in the eyes, her vibrant red hair swinging side to side from her quick movements.
You give one last squeeze to her nipples before you bring your head forward to her neck, you attach your lips to her neck and suck hard. She lets out a growl and wraps her hand around your neck, pulling you in with her tight hold. Your hands come to wrap around the back of her waist again to keep her in place as she scoots closer to you in your lap. Your hands dip down lower and grab handfuls of her ass as you mark her neck, her breathing becoming irregular.
Your sloppy kisses and sucks trail all the way up to her jawline, lining her jaw with dark marks. She tilts her head down and traps your lips in another breathless kiss, sucking the soul from your body as she licks your lips.
You can't take it anymore, flipping her onto her backside and towering over her on the couch. Coming down on top of her briskly, her bare chest sticking up as she looks at you charmingly. Her teeth capture her bottom lip in a seal as she stares up at you. Your hand comes down to trace her taut stomach, her stomach tensing from your cold fingertips.
You trap her lips in another kiss as your hand slowly trails down her stomach to the spot she has been anticipating for you to touch for weeks now. When your hand passes through her shorts and to her clothed cunt she sucks in a deep breath. You press down hard on her covered clit and her body jolts up, that brings a smile to your face, the fact that she has so much built-up tension for you to alleviate.
You press down on her clothed clit one more time before you slide your fingers past her panties. Trapping her clit with your pointer finger, she is thrashing beneath you as you tamper with her clit. She moans into your ear, eyes pressing shut from the fulfillment, mouth hanging open.
Your middle finger starts running circles around her clit, fastening the paste every few seconds. Throaty satisfied long moans being released from her. A satisfied grin appears on your face at the sounds you are getting from her, you can't deny that you’ve missed this dearly.
You can’t wait any longer as your fingers slide down to her soaking entrance, your middle finger dips into the ocean of her arousal. Her breath hitching as she stops breathing, her hips bucking up towards your hand in automatic response.
You enter her completely and she lets out a content hum, licking her lips. You start at a steady pace before picking it up and going faster. Her moans fuel the speed of your fingers, you want to hear what more sounds you can get out of her.
Your hands work magic as muffled clapping sounds fill the room along with her whimpers. Looking down you can see her angelic face, the way her plump lips shine in the light, the small brown freckles scattered across her face, and red splotched cheeks.
You kiss her roughly and hammer into her faster, her eyes squeeze shut as she kisses you back harder. Her hands running up your back and coming to rest on the sides of your torso, you can feel her squeeze every now and then when the pressure starts to get relieved quickly.
In the next moment, you can feel her walls start to clench around your tense fingers. You pull them back making her whine then shove them back in with much more force causing her eyes to roll to the back of her head. Her hips grind into your hand once more before she is falling undone underneath you.
She lets out what almost sounds like a war cry, you think this is one of the best orgasms you’ve gotten from her which makes you grin proudly. You continue to stroke your fingers in and out of her the best you can since her clenched walls don’t allow you to move, which sends her to heaven.
She is feeling pure bliss for the first time in weeks, she knows that only you can ever make her feel this way, and that's why she never took your absurd comment to heart that much.
Slowly you take your fingers from her, sending multiple kisses down her jaw and neck, coming back up to deliver a sloppy kiss to the corner of her mouth. You plop down beside her slightly out of breath from all the work and exhaustion from earlier hitting you like a brick.
She lets out a sigh as she turns over to face you, placing her hand below your breast, rubbing your skin soothingly. You turn to look at her with dazed eyes only to find her eyes filled purely with lust. You lean in to deliver one last kiss to her, tongues running over each other.
You pull back and take in a quick breath staring up at the ceiling in satisfaction.
“I forgive you,” She says out of the blue.
You look back at her. “If that was all it took you could have said so sooner.” You joke, a smirk pulling at your lips.
She slaps your chest holding in a chuckle, trying to not show her laughter. “I’m serious, and I’m sorry for what I did to your clothes and more,” You wave her off telling her how your style was way better now, thanking her, which made her laugh sincerely. “I do forgive you, but-” She says in a serious tone. You quirk an eyebrow at her, “For me to fully forgive you you need to delete that video of me snoring when we get back.”
You let out a soft laugh, looking at her affectionately. “You should have said that before you made me walk all those miles out in the dark, alone.”
She looks back at you with guilty eyes, she knew she was being a little too harsh on you. “Uh uh, you did deserve a little of that.”
You agree with her silently, rolling your eyes as you shook your head. “I guess I was a little of an ass, I’m sorry, love.” You say apologetically. A bright smile breaks through her face at the name she hasn't heard you call her that in months.
“A little?” She adds in sarcastically.
You jeer at her, a faux offended expression coming onto your face. “Well, then I’m your ass and you can never leave me again.” You tell her endearingly.
“Fine then, you're my ass, and my ass only.” She ends by leaning in and sealing your lips in a final searing kiss that makes your chest flutter.
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This Love is Lethal
Synopsis- Wanda was your first love and you were hers. No matter how much you and Wanda repeatedly hurt each other it would kill you both if you separated.
Pairings- Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Warnings- Angst, like lots of it...
Word Count- 3k
A/N- I was feeling very angsty today, so I wanted to write this. You already know I had to hit you guys with more hardcore angst, so, sorry no sorry🤷🏽♀️
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You were at the club again, something you found to be doing a lot lately. It made the pain that permanently resided in your chest ease, only a little. But you knew later it would increase it by tenfold from the guilt that overcame you. You were dancing wildly, hair moving in all different types of directions as you let the music take you. The slight buzz you felt from the alcohol made you forget about almost everything.
Just then you felt a body push up against you from the front and when you opened your eyes you saw a dark-haired woman staring seductively right back at you. Your heart twisted knowing that it wasn't her. But lately, you adapted to ignoring the constant nagging of your heart and trying to live in the moment even if you felt lifeless.
Your hands thoughtlessly moved to her waist, reeling her in closer to your body. You smelled her strong scent that made you want to hurl like she hadn't bathed for weeks. But you didn't want to leave just yet, you didn't want to go home and face her again. So you numbly swayed together in the middle of a crowded filled with packed bodies.
She trailed kisses up your neck and you wanted to shove her away as hard as you could, tell her that you belonged to somebody, you really wanted to. But that somebody always showed conflicted feelings but you were also to blame because you never took the time to confront her about your crumbling devotion to one another.
You gripped her waist tighter trying to expel the thoughts of your tragic romance with the only person you've ever only truly loved. The dark-haired woman come close to your neck and then sunk her teeth deep into your pulse pointing as she started sucking vapidly. The action not giving you your usual euphoric pleasure, and your mind rolled back to the brunette. You pushed her into you more to see if she could do a better job and go deeper. Deep down you wanted her to bite so and puncture your pulse point so maybe the suffering could finally stop.
She moved her lips across your neck as she scattered hickeys all around, it was like she was on a mission. destine to claim what's hers. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as a sudden pang of irritation, and a wave of guilt crashes over you. You shoved her back lightly, not wanting to cause a scene from your vivid agitation.
A pout came to her face as she slowly sauntered back to you, her hands rubbing up the front of your chest lazily. Your heart started to beat ten times faster, why wouldn't she leave you alone? You took a step back while keeping eye contact with her, but she kept on following you. This interaction was starting to make you uncomfortable, your skin crawling with penitence. You bumped into someone accidentally, turning around to quickly apologize. By the time you turned back, you were yet again facing the dark-haired woman.
This time she wasn't lenient with her actions, she was coarse. She gripped onto your forearms and dived headfirst into your face, connecting your lips nonconsensually, your face scrunched into anguish. It was enough, you've had enough tonight. Most of your nights at the club always ended with a woman coming on to you strongly but you never reciprocated their feelings, only acted as their ragdoll for their messy kisses. You were sick and tired of feeling this way or having to go out every night to numb the pain only if it was for a few minutes that lasted quickly.
You promptly removed yourself from her grip, causing her to stumble slightly in her heels but you paid no mind as you turned towards the club's exit with a despondent look on your face. There was loud murmuring coming from the spot you had just left, no doubt the woman making a scene from the rejection. You hung your head in shame as you pushed passed the doors of the club, your feet landing in a puddle occupying the sidewalk. Shivering faintly as you were met with a frigid gust of wind. Stuffing your hands in your pockets while squinting your eyes from the harsh wind as you headed in the direction of home.
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Once you got home all you could do was sit there in the silence, you knew where she was like she knew where you were. You took a seat on the couch, head in your hands as you tried to recollect yourself, you were on the brink of a breakdown and you could feel the hold about to snap.
You started moving slowly back and forth, thoughts running wild in your head. Your nails started to claw at your scalp from the build-up of anxiety leaking out of you right now. Your face contorted into disgust at the thought of your actions, then seconds later into anger at the thought of her actions, you were both to blame really. Having poor communication skills and not sitting down to talk to one another about your failing relationship was causing a split in both your mental health.
It felt as if you sank into the couch, permanently stuck in one position staring at the wall wide-eyed. Being alone in your thoughts for too long wasn't somewhere you wanted to be but you couldn't help it. All past and present emotions were whirling rapidly until an abrupt vibration beneath you knocked you back into reality.
With slightly trembling hands you shifted on the couch so you could get your phone that was tucked away deep in your back pocket. When you pulled your phone in front of your face while craning your head downwards, a lone tear slid down your cheek and onto the glowing screen. You thought you stopped crying a long time ago because you felt so benumb. The call vibration coming from your phone takes your attention yet again. You could see that it was Natasha calling you, your eyebrows raised in confusion because she texted you earlier about how she would be busy all night and also because you didn't know how your voice would sound after what felt like hours of weeping.
You continued staring blankly at the screen through your clouded vision, Natasha sending multiple texts while calling saying to answer your phone and that she needs to tell you something. The next second a picture was sent but you couldn’t see it because her call was still displayed on the screen. You gave up and answered the call, lifting your phone to your ear as you were met with a loud booming of music and mixed cheers on the other end.
“Nat?” You said tentatively, your leg started bouncing from the anxiety of why she was calling from a club of all places.
“I’m sorry, Y/n. I don’t want to have to do this, I really am. You have to understand how hard this is for me to tell you-” She rushes out. Her voice was quiet but loud enough for you to hear, her tone slightly quivering.
She continued to ramble without getting to the point and that pissed you off significantly, aggravation starting to bubble up inside of you. That wasn't the only thing that was growing inside of you, you could feel something in the pit of your stomach that tingled your present heartache. like you knew what she was gonna say.
“Nat, just tell me.” You demanded in a still voice.
The talking on the other side of the phone immediately stopped at your words, the next words she uttered made your blood run cold.
“Wanda’s here.” Your fingers closed in on themselves creating a fist. “She dancing w- with a woman w-who has her hands on her waist. They're pressed up against each other so tight. I-I’m sorry, Y/n.” She spoke with pity.
You could tell that her telling you this was breaking her heart, she is your best friend who has been there for you since day one, through thick and thin. And you knew it was killing her to be the one to have to tell you and witness Wanda being unfaithful towards you. You felt like she could almost feel the heartbreak you were feeling.
But what she didn't know is that you already knew. You knew where she was headed each time she stepped out of your shared apartment in a dress. You sat on the couch watching idly as she bent over in her skin-tight black latex dress that stopped way above her knees while putting on her black velvet ankle strap heels that you bought her years ago.
The routine was so ingrained in your head that you could tell just by the specific type of perfume she wore sometimes if she was going out to see someone. It was the same perfume she had when you first met her, the perfume that lures in anyone in a ten-mile radius.
You also knew that she knows what you were doing when you told her about working overtime for the fifth time in a week or getting “caught” up in the office late at night. She always knew when you were lying and going out, she didn't have to see you put on any specific clothing or wear a fragrance. She could hear it in your voice, the way you spoke quietly and seemed to have planned out what you were saying, speaking almost too perfectly like you've been practicing to tell her for years. And you knew she knew each time because there would be a long silence on the other end of the phone and then a small sigh. She pretended as if she knew nothing, wishing you farewell with faux sincerity.
All Natasha heard on the phone was silence, she called out to you meekly. You were dragged out of your thoughts once again and rage overfilled you. You didn't respond to her, ending the call quickly to prevent her from hearing the outburst that was coming. While exiting the call you swiped up and were met with Natasha’s [revious texts you forgot to check. And at the bottom was a blurry picture of a club setting, it didn't take long for you to identify Wanda. The way the woman held onto her was so crystal clear and now rooted into your mind. A shallow breath escaped your lungs as your heart tore a hundred times more.
It's not like you were a saint, you were also in the wrong from your own infidelity. But hearing about your spouse cheating was way different than seeing it firsthand or through a video or picture. You snapped and chucked your phone across the living room, yelling out in vain. You fell down back to the couch clutching your face, you wanted it all to be over so badly.
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You hadn't realized you were staring off into the distance yet again for a long period of time until you heard keys jingle in the front door lock. You were looking at the blank black television screen that somehow captured the mental state you were in, dissociated, gazing at the screen unfeelingly. You didn't dare look at her when she walked in and shut the door softly. Her heels clicked on the wood floor, breaking the quiet.
Wanda saw you sitting eerily still on the couch, looking ahead of you with wide eyes as if you saw a ghost. But what she didn't know was that you saw the photo of her at the club. Wanda didn't know that Natasha was also at the same club as her, it was too packed for her to check if she recognized anyone there. Even if she didn't know why you were so upset it was like she could feel it, feel the way your mixed emotions of anger and sadness broke out.
Her eyes remained trained on your motionless form while bending down swiftly because this has become second nature for her, taking off the heels that strained her feet and kicking them towards the overflowing shoe rack. She proceeded to place her handbag down on the dusty floor near the door, not caring about it.
She strolled over to the couch slowly, her hands intertwined together in front of her as she bit her bottom lip in anxiousness, she wasn’t ready to confront you about this issue. It's not like she ever was and neither were you. Being each other's first love could be the best thing and worst thing, it was like a blessing and curse. She is your first love, the first time you’ve ever opened up your heart fully to someone potently, and having them reciprocate those feelings just as strong. You have spent so much time with her reveling in the moments where everything was great, you were always touching and showing the immense love you had for each other. The good times had made up for the bad times that were starting to outweigh the good, but surely it was fine, right?
It's not like you could leave her, and her leave you. The deep connection you each had for one another was still sturdy, but slowly fraying. There was still too much love, too much history between you both to break apart and go separate ways when all you’ve both known as each other. There was still time for you two to fix this divide but communication wasn't your guy's strong suit. You two worked out arguments and problems with make-up sex which was way more frequent than a reputable discussion. But both of your actions were strengthening the detrimental fray in your relationship.
She was going to say something, anything, but she didn't want to risk you snapping at her. She didn't like seeing you angry or hurt but those feelings were overtaking your demeanor day by day and she could see the way it was eating you from the inside out. So she opted to take a seat beside you, slowly coming down to sit on the couch as the silence remained in the still air.
She was too nervous to do anything or say anything and you were too exhausted and angry to do anything. You both knew you couldn't yell at the other since you were both responsible and disloyal to one another so you kept quiet in order to keep the breaking peace between yourselves.
Wanda couldn't handle the deafening silence eating her up though, so she decided to turn her head over and look at you to see if she could spark a reaction. Anything from you would make her feel better no matter if it was you yelling at her or dismissing her, anything but the quietness.
Her breath hitched when she saw all the various hickeys planted across your neck, her shaky hand coming up to her mouth as she let out a quiet gasp. Pain struck her deeply in the heart, knowing that you let someone else mark what was hers, how you only ever allowed her to mark you like that, and never anyone else. Her heart beated rapidly as she turned back facing forward. Single tears started to pour from her eyes as she thought about it deeper, she couldn't keep living like this but she needed you, she wouldn't be able to live if she lost you.
Wanda's choked sobs caused you to turn your head, and the sight shattered your heart even more if that was possible. The way her black mascara ran down her pale cheeks, her trembling hand grasping at her mouth as her body shook with sobs she failed to contain. You hated yourself for the pain that you were causing her, but you hated the pain she gave you.
She could feel your eyes on her and when she looked up to see your beat red eyes she shook her head. Seeing you look so detached and woeful made her want to rip her hair out from the root because of the way she made you feel and also slap you for the way you were the main cause of her daily distress.
She wasn't thinking as she closed the gap between your bodies and collided with your listless body. You weren't expecting Wanda to hug you but you didn't back out, having her touch you just like this still felt like pure heaven, so maybe you could still fix this, right?
Your hands slowly came up and you returned the hug, tightening your arms around her body. Her head rested in the crook of your neck as you leaned your head on top of hers. Her all too familiar scent brings a sense of nostalgia to your restless mind. And for the first time in a while, you felt at peace, just by having her here with you. No matter the pain you caused or she did, you were grateful to be with her right now. You knew deep down that no matter how poisonous you both have become to each other you deeply needed one another.
She shifted in your hold, coming closer to you as you held her tightly ensuring her of your presence. You leaned back on the couch to relax more, her body falling with you. Another tear escaped from her eye at how she longed and missed feeling this way. And just for a few moments, everything went away, serenity washing over her like a cool wave. The silence wasn't so bad now.
Somewhere along the way as you cradled her deeper into the night without saying one word you both fell into a tranquil sleep that felt so foreign. Most nights were restless because of the tension but tonight was different, there was hope that maybe this could be the start of healing that was imperative.
But what you thought was the beginning of recovery was the exact opposite. Wanda was like an addictive drug you couldn't escape even if you tried, and you were like a bad habit for Wanda that she couldn't ever seem to break. You were both killing each other slowly, but if that meant you would die together then you both have already accepted your virulent fate.
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I Love You
Synopsis- What was suppose to be the most memorable night for both you and Wanda turned out the exact opposite.
Pairings- Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Warnings- Blood, Violence, Mentions of death, Implied sexual assault
Word Count- 6.5k
A/N- Sorry in advance🖤 Imma run away now🏃🏾♀️💨
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Her eyes strayed away from yours just for a second to look down at her empty plate and scavenge for the last piece of chicken. That second felt way too long as you missed those deep jade eyes that lit up your world every day.
When you woke up you saw her glistening orbs, already making you grateful to spend another day with her. Getting out of bed to go to work pained you because you wanted to spend every waking moment with her. And that's when you decided to make the big decision.
You were going to propose.
Wanda waved her pale hand in front of your face with raised eyebrows. You had been spacing out lately and she didn't know why and the concern and worry were starting to rip away from her.
“And you're gone again.” She said softly, shifting her gaze towards the restaurant's shining oak floor.
Her voice seemed to bring you out of your trance, you quickly raised your eyebrows to combat her response before you saw her face. She held a small pout and you could tell beneath the table she was twisting the rings on her finger, a nervous tick she never seemed to kick after all this time you've known her.
She was still avoiding your gaze as you called for her. Deciding to take matters into your own hands literally, you rose up just enough for your hand to make contact with her face. You lifted up her chin so she was staring back directly into your eyes, your fingers then moving to caress her cheek and she leaned it. This made a subtle smile appear on your face at the love she held for you.
“Don't say that. You know I’ll never leave you, even if one day I do die I’ll never truly be gone from your presence and you know that.” You told her gently while still assessing her face.
“No... you’ll never die detka, you can’t.” Wanda replied tenderly, her voice almost trembling at the last sentence. Your eyes soften at her statement.
You knew she had a tough time dealing with the concept of death and talking about it after her parents were killed in a building explosion when she was young. She couldn't do anything, it's not like she even could since she was at school a few blocks down. And her brother Pietro was shot and killed in a bank trying to play hero but it backfired costing him his own life.
“I'll try not to.” You joked in hopes of lifting her mood back up, but as you sat back in your seat her features saddened at the loss of your touch and you longed to be able to provide it to her again.
Just as you were about to say something the waiter appeared at your table, almost like he teleported but you probably didn't see him from being too caught up with Wanda at the moment.
“Will that be all for you lovely ladies tonight, would you like to package anything to go-” The waiter started exuberantly.
“No it's fine, I think we're both done here. Could we just get the check, please?” You told him offering him a small smile for the interruption.
He eagerly shook his head as he spun away, probably excited to end the night early and leave since you were one of the last couples in the decked-out restaurant.
Normally you would have ordered dessert but you knew that Wanda was starting to get tired and you didn't want to wear her out anymore, having planned one more stop until you could finally go home for the night and get a long-awaited night's rest.
As you sat back in your chair staring at Wanda with a concentrated face, you couldn't believe she was yours. You would do anything for her and she knows that you, would be there for her in one second if she called out your name.
It didn't take Wanda long to see the adoration spill out from your eyes as you study her lovely features. Her lovely dark brown chestnut hair framed her face exquisitely whilst going out in different directions to complement the wildness of her energy. Her plump lips were always soft, you would spend most of your nights kissing them. But tonight they were draped in a dark matte cherry lipstick that was her personal favorite, complementing her pale skin tone perfectly.
Still too mesmerized by Wanda, she stood up and stalked over towards you slowly the signature sway of her hips taking over your eyesight. Your jaw was practically on the floor with the way you were staring at her, you were so lucky.
Before you couldn't think of your next thought she was tucked perfectly into your lap, the chair being pushed back just enough for her to slip through. She sat horizontally on your lap while she rested her head on your right shoulder.
“Why are you always stuck in your thoughts, detka?” Wanda questioned in a hushed tone as her head remained against your body while her arm wrapped around the front half of your torso.
Your hand automatically moved to rest on the bottom of her back, you gave it a light squeeze as you replied, “It's just that,” You start as she raises her head from your shoulder to look you square in the eye, “That whenever I look at you I feel like my world just stops, I'm so in love with you Wanda Maximoff it's crazy.��
Her face turned up into a shy smile as her cheeks went from white to beet red in mere seconds, her nose scrunch bringing everything together as she came in for a kiss.
When her tender lips pressed against more your heart almost stopped, you pulled her closer. Her fragrance completely engulfs your senses causing a moan to slip out in pleasure. Her hand slowly slid up your back then up resting on your neck so she could strengthen it.
The kiss was sheer passion mixed with a little fierceness. She bit your lip to gain access to your tongue and no matter how many times she did it you fell for it each, your brain no longer thinking for you.
The kiss was getting raw now, tongues sloshing back and forth with another. Her lipstick started to smudge off onto your face while both your salivas were covering your lips.
You couldn’t breathe and you knew she couldn't either from the strangled sounds leaving her throat so you reluctantly pulled away from the kiss to see a dazed Wanda, a smirk playing on her face.
Not having enough of her that's when you decided to start trailing kisses down her neck, pressing your teeth deep into her skin then running it over with your cool tongue to relive the pain. This made her let out a low groan as she slung her head back pushing your head further into her as her hand was still wrapped around your neck.
Both of you were in total euphoria, probably too comfortable doing this in a public setting but neither of you cared since the restaurant was empty anyways. Until you heard two loud coughs occur before you making Wanda jump slightly as your grasp on her strengthened to keep her in your lap.
Looking up to see the waiter shifting uncomfortably on his feet as he rubbed the back of his neck avoiding your gazes sorrily.
“Here’s your check, sorry…” He mumbled out as he turned around quickly and briskly walked away down to the dimly lit room.
You chuckled lightly at the interaction thinking how he was probably so embarrassed to break you guys up from your little make-out session. Wanda found it hilarious also since her body shook with laughter as she buried her face in your neck.
After your little giggle fest, you pulled out your leather wallet, taking out a few 50s and placing them next to the check, knowing that there was more than enough for a generous tip.
Wanda was the one to pull you from your seat when she hopped off your lap causing you to stumble just slightly as she took your right arm and wrapped it around her shoulder. She looked up at you with a satisfied smile that she was now back in your hold again.
You couldn't help but adore her even more as you looked back down at her glowing face. Almost at the exact moment, you brought your lips down to her head she turned and looked over towards the exit.
Not minding it you sent a single kiss to the top of her head as she continued to look onwards.
“Let’s go home, I’m getting tired. Do you think we could finish the fourth season of Van Dyke tonight?” Wanda questioned as she slowly started to sway side to side.
You knew this part of her very well, whenever she got tired or too exhausted from the day she would start ranting or saying little things. Through those rants, she would be sending a secret message each time and every time you knew what she wanted. In most cases, it was to snuggle under the blankets as you held her close and whispered sweet nothings into her ears as she lulled off to sleep. Or when she wanted to spend the rest of the night curled on the couch rewatching all of her favorite sitcoms Love Lucy and Bewitched. No matter how many times she watched it she never seemed to get tired of it which was something you also admired about her.
“I know you're tired, baby. But we have just one more stop before the night can be over.” You told her softly pulling your fingers through her tangled but yet soft locks. You both began to walk towards the exit, your shoes clicking against the polished floor in the silence of the restaurant.
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A few minutes after you exited the restaurant you walked in the direction of your shared apartment. It was deep in the city but neither of you minded the walk, enjoying the comfortable silence you both were immersed in.
As you were strolling down the barely lit street Wanda started to shiver, you found tell she was cold because her jaw was clenched and she was hyper-focusing on her breathing. A subtle frown tugged on your face as you abruptly stopped walking causing Wanda to turn around quickly with wonder overriding her features.
She raised her eyebrows with a question on the tip of her tongue.
You stopped her before she could speak taking off your black dress coat swiftly, shaking it quickly then draping it over her shoulders.
Wanda's features lit up at your action, she bit down on her lips to suppress the smile coming because she didn't want to accept the coat. Thinking you would be too cold without it.
But before she could express her opinion on the matter you hushed her gently and said, “I know you're gonna say you're not cold and whatnot, but you can't lie to me Wanda Maximoff. I know you in and out and will gladly take a test to prove it.” You told her matter of factly, a quick grin appearing on your face.
She couldn't help but laugh at your antics slapping your shoulder as she finally accepted the coat.
“As much as I hate the way you're willing to give up everything to comfort me even the littlest, I love you so much y/n,” Wanda said gingerly as she stared deeply into your passion-filled eyes.
You were quick to reply with, “But I love you more.”
She let out another quiet burst of laughter at your comment while you brought her into your arms yet again. A few moments later she settled into your hold and you could tell that the tension in her jaw was gone as she was more relaxed now. You couldn't help but smile fondly at the stunning woman in front of you knowing by the end of the night you would be one more step closer to calling her your wife.
Touching your back pocket with your left hand squeezing the little bulge from the ring box, smiling to yourself as you pulled Wanda impossibly closer to you as the wind went through your dress shirt and chilled you to the core. But as long as she was okay, you would be okay.
After a few more minutes of walking down the isolated midnight streets, you were rounding the corner in the direction of your apartment. Without even thinking Wanda automatically turned on the spot but your planted feet stopped her from successfully moving a few more feet. There were splotchy red spots littered across her porcelain cheeks which made her appear somewhat heavenly under the midnight glow. She looked like an angel cast upon from heaven, her eyes shone in the light as her perfectly sculpted cheekbones stood out.
Her eyebrows remained raised for a few seconds as she bit down on the inside of her cheek confused as to what to do since you were blocking the pathway to home.
“Like I said, baby. We still have one more stop before we can call it a night. Unless you really want to go home now then it can wait.” You told her. Internally wishing she chose to not go home since you called one of your friends, Pepper to help set up the perfect spot to propose to Wanda.
She pondered the thought of going home or going to one last place. Her mind settled on not going home. It would probably take fifteen more minutes until you were done showing her what you had to and you'd both be off to your house, what's the harm in that she thought to herself.
She looked up at you, scrunching her nose fervently as she replied, “Why not, as long as I’m with you there's no place I’d rather be.” She told you sincerely.
The term of endearment made your face light up as you dipped your head down to deliver a delicate kiss to Wanda’s temple. Her eyes closed automatically at the feel of your lips on her soft skin once again.
Pulling away moments later Wanda snuggled deeper into your side as you took the turn to the park, walking through the park would get you to your destination ultimately faster so you would be home sooner.
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You wanted to walk through the park as quickly as possible, although you loved the neighborhood you and Wanda decided to settle in it still wasn't the best. There would be local nighttime muggings every now and then. Not to mention the crime rate increasing yearly. You planned to move somewhere safer where you and Wanda could be able to start a family and not have to worry, but for now, nothing would happen to her because you would always be there to protect her, always.
As you entered the park's gates your grip on Wanda tightened, she didn't notice because she was too consumed with being surrounded by your aroma and presence. She was mindlessly following you because anywhere you went she would surely follow, with no hesitation.
When you both got deeper into the heavily forested park that's when you started to relax just a little, maybe you didn't have to keep worrying so much about danger. Maybe the universe would grant you a total peace-filled night so you could deliver your message to Wanda with ease.
You and Wanda sparked a new conversation moments later, she went on and on about wanting to start cooking more foods from other traditions.
“I love that idea, I mean I could help you out in any way. I would be your personal chef assistant.” You told her cheerfully nudging her on the side.
Her loud laugh echoed through the empty field, “No! I don't think so, the last time you tried to bake a cake it came out tasting like straight up cardboard.” She exclaimed while holding back more laughter.
“C’mon it wasn't that bad, I liked it. Plus you ate it all.” You said pointing your finger towards her direction.
“It was so bad I had to brush my tongue ten times and I could still taste it. And no I didn't eat it all, I just threw it away and covered it with napkins when you went to the store.” She responded as she bit her bottom lip to see your reaction.
A bit taken back by her brutal honesty you didn't let that deter your mood, stopping in the middle of the pathway as you faced her towards you. Sliding both your hands down her side where they rested on her hips.
“That's why I have an amazing chef to teach me how to cook, and it's for free!” You told her with a smirk corrupting your features.
She burst out in giggles as you started tickling her, squirming in your hold as she tried to get free.
Rustling in the bushes stopped your movements immediately. You looked over your shoulder into the dark vegetation.
“Stop being so paranoid babe, nothing will happen to us.” She informed you instantly when she saw the worry spark in your face.
You turned back around and wrapped your right arm around her middle and started walking again, fastening your pace after hearing another rustle in the same bushes.
Wanda started to feel your grip tighten more as your legs moved faster, your hands digging into her side causing her to wince slightly. When she looked up at you her breath hitched, she had never seen you more afraid. What exactly you were afraid of she did know but she was starting to feel the eeriness move into the air.
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When you were starting to get near the park's exit you looked at Wanda, your body relaxing completely and she noticed this and her concern started to slowly go away.
That was until she saw your eyes leave her face and look off at something in the distance behind her, she couldn't see what you were seeing but knew something was off when your facial features dropped and your eyes widened.
When she looked to the side of her she saw a dark figure standing near the bushes.
The moonlight that once outlined her beautiful features now shed light on one of your deepest fears.
“Go, Wanda.” You whispered quietly, not making eye contact but you could tell that she was looking at you again.
“No y/n are you crazy? I'm not leaving you here, we either go together or I’m not leaving.” Wanda almost yelled as she let out a nervous laugh, but nervous wasn't all she was as her heart started racing. She thought of all the possibilities of what was gonna happen tonight and getting mugged wasn't one of them.
“Well we sure as hell aren't staying here a second longer, lets's go we're almost near the gates.” You told her all in one breath as you untangled your arm from around her waist and snatched her wrist.
You were contemplating booking it but you know that if you did and there was a possibility of the dark figure would catch on and start to fully chase you. And running wasn't a good option right now because of Wanda in her two-inch heels, you could carry her but you're afraid of dropping her and you wouldn't have a better form to protect you both if she was on your back or in your arms.
Your heart was practically beating out of your chest and you wouldn't be surprised if Wanda could hear it also. But something she could feel was the grip you had on her wrist tighten every few minutes. She thought it was just you making sure that she was there but as she started to look at your face every few seconds as you both were walking as fast as you could she saw the anxiety in your face and it looked like you were on the verge of a panic attack.
“It’s gonna be okay y/n, please calm down you're scaring me.” Wanda breathed out shakily as your pace fastened even more almost causing her to stumble with the force at which she was stomping her heels.
“I don't have time to fucking calm down Wanda, there's someone fucking trailing us!” You practically shouted into the night. This didn't help your situation thinking you may have alerted the person of your knowledge of their presence.
Wanda flinched at your tone, never have hearing you this scared before. And that's when you decided to say fuck it, you saw the doors of the gate from a distance and if you timed it right you could run out in enough time at the right speed. You also saw lights on from the distance meaning a shop might be open.
“Run.” You whispered to Wanda in the depth of the night in a haunting tone that she would always remember with her until the day she died.
She looked in your eyes one last time before she completely booked it, lifting up the long part of her flowing dress. Running as fast as she could she took one glance behind her to see that you started running a few seconds after her. So if the person started running she would get a chance to escape first, her heart almost cracking at the way you were willing to put everything on the line for her.
No matter how fast enough she tried to run the gate didn't seem to be getting any closer, you also noticed this and thought to yourself that you might have miscalculated the distance. A costly thing you couldn't afford to make in this situation.
You started to run faster, thinking if you could quickly pick up Wanda and run the rest of the way. But your blood ran cold the second you hear pounding footsteps coming from behind.
As you were running you looked back just enough to see if there was someone following you and yes there was. Your heart skipped several beats as your eyes widened, even more, the dark figure appearing closer and closer each second.
Wanda heard a blood-curdling yell, in a mix of shock and fear she stopped running and looked back. Her mouth hung open as she saw the terrifying sight.
The dark figure was slowly approaching you as you waved your hands while still running,
“Go, Wanda! Now!” You screamed at the top of your lungs.
Even in the darkness, Wanda could see the fear glistening from your eyes. And if she could see herself she would probably see it too. She has never been more scared in her life than she is now.
Seeing Wanda stop running made you want to yell so damn bad, what was she doing? Now you weren't too far away from her, you were slowly catching up to where she had stopped.
“What the fuck are you doing? Run!” You yelled at her through the crisp air that had suddenly turned much colder now that you and Wanda were in this situation.
Wanda was about to start booking it again until she saw the figure approach right behind you, her eyes going wide. You were too focused on trying to get her moving again that your pace slowed down a lot to the point of the attacker catching up with you.
“Y/N!” Wanda screeched at the top of her lungs when she saw the attacker raise something in their hand swinging for her head. The next second Wanda watched your body freeze up then a second later you dropped to the ground in a heap. A thundering scream left her lips as she saw the attacker jump on your form. She was frozen, she could no longer move to run and she couldn't leave you.
The last thing you saw before you felt a heavy object hit the back of your head was Wanda standing still, not running or even moving towards you. It was like she was trying to tell you something and you would never forget the look on her face as you dropped to the floor.
When you rolled over you were met with a hard fist to your jaw. Causing you to see the whole rainbow as your eyes squeezed shut and you yelled out in pain. You then felt the attacker get off of you but before saying something nasty in your ear that made your blood boil ten times hotter and your heart race twenty times faster.
“Don't worry, I’m not here for you. I want her.” They said, you could tell ut was a male from his voice and you could smell the beer lacing his breath and the awful stench that came from him as he practically breathed in your mouth.
You tried moving your arms to secure him in your hold but your delayed movements were too slow as he had already gotten up. Rolling over to try and find Wanda. You saw him slowly stalk over to her and she wasn't running, why wasn't she running? You tried to warn her with a shout to leave but nothing came out but a squelch, your throat throbbing in pain as you coughed harshly into the ground seeing blood fly from your mouth mixed with saliva.
A series of shrieks mixed with screams brought you out of your daze. You looked up to see that the man had to reach Wanda and was now trying to grab hold of her, she was doing her best to fight him off by slapping away at his hand and attempting to kick him with her heels.
You always told Wanda she should take fighting classes but she was too busy with painting or volunteering to care and waved you off saying how you would always be there to protect her so she shouldn't have to worry. Each time she said that you rolled your eyes in a playful fit of annoyance but deep down you yearned for her to listen to you.
But everything changed when he back slapped her so hard you could hear the smack from far away. Sending shivers down your bones you attempted to get up but no matter how hard you tried your head wouldn't allow you to stand. You stayed there slightly crouched on the ground. Trying to communicate with Wanda through muffled yells. Your head aching at the force of speaking and the hit. Muffled screams turned into cries as tears started streaming down your face.
Hating yourself for how you couldn't get up and help her, how you couldn't even do anything to protect her after all the promises you made.
Wailing out into the night you could hear Wandas muffled screams of pain, agony, and fear, as she called for help hoping someone from past the park's gates would hear her. But that soon stopped as he had slapped his hand on top of her mouth effectively silencing her.
But Wanda was a tough person, even if she didn't know how to properly fight didn't mean she was gonna let this man take her down easily. She bit his inner hand that was wrapped around her mouth and he pulled it back quickly with such evil in his eyes. And that's when she realized that this was not a mugging. She kicked her legs ten times harder and screamed till her throat ached.
He brought down his fist against her face effectively silencing her again. Tears started pouring from her eyes as thought of what was about to happen. She scrunched her eyes shut so she wouldn't have to see the pleasure in his eyes from doing this to her. His fingers on her skin made her want to hurl, his callous hands contaminating her soft skin. His sharp musty scent tainted her fresh one.
As your vision cleared up you looked over to see that the man had pinned down Wanda and was on top of her, forcing himself upon her. That's when everything changed for you. Your adrenaline kicked in instantly, you couldn't let this happen to her, you wouldn't.
You got up as fast as your body would let you, walking over to where the man had Wanda on the floor. Your head told you to stop but your body was already on autopilot as your breath was getting heavier every second. You must have been breathing loudly because the attacker jumped off of Wanda almost immediately and looked at your nearing form.
Wanda opened her eyes reluctantly now not feeling the pressure of the man on her anymore. She should have most likely closed her eyes again not knowing the brutal assault she would see about to happen to you.
She could tell that you were already stumbling in steps and swaying from side to side while you had a determined face. She had never seen this side of you before either, this was the side of you that was ready to kill for her, to die for her and she hated that.
Attempting to yell out to you although you couldn't hear her over your pounding head.
“NO! GO, PLEASE! Y/N!” She yelled out at the top of her lungs even though she felt no one could hear her.
As the man approached you he held his fist back and swung with such anger, anger for you interrupting him. When his fist connected with your jaw you almost blacked out, almost, but every fiber in your being was telling you to hold on and fight a little while longer because someone was depending on you, she was depending on you, Wanda was, your world and you would not stand down and watch it burn to know you didn't do everything in your absolute power to stop it.
Once you fell to the ground the man connected his big foot with your stomach causing you to hurl. You could no longer scream or groan, you had to save up all your energy for fighting back. But while you were silently taking in his constant kicks Wanda was staring you in the eyes with tear filled orbs, choked sobs now coming from her mouth as she saw you being beaten up and move like a ragdoll no longer emitting any sounds.
When the attacker thought you would be down for good after streams of blood spilled out from your mouth and you were sprawled out on the dirt pathway like a starfish he gave out a deep dark chuckle and turned back towards Wanda.
He stands just above Wanda as he stares deeply at her, a sadistic feeling was released as he had an awful crooked smile from seeing Wanda absolutely terrified and scared for her life. Seconds later he started to unbuckle his belt, his hands fumbling a few times from the sheer amount of force he used already was taking a toll on him.
His struggle with his belt was the last and final wake-up call for you, an almost animalistic feeling overrode you as you got up with a huff. No longer making the mistake of taking your time to do so, you rushed as fast as you could.
In a moment of weakness for him while he was still staring down at the frantic Wanda he didn't see you coming. Your fist connected with the side of his head and you gave the punch all you had. Causing him to stumble back a few steps away from Wanda and drop to the ground in a heap, but you didn't dare stop there.
Taking this opportunity to have the advantage of being on top you repeatedly pounded into the man with your foot, hitting his stomach, face, and legs causing him to howl in pain which only made you wanna go harder. And maybe it was a mistake on your part for wanting to land some more punches on him, not knowing the consequences of the change of position.
You dropped down on top of him, sending punch after punch to his jaw, eyes, and mouth. Hearing a few cracks not knowing if they were yours or his but that did deter you as you kept on punching him with all the pent-up anger inside of you. Fist after fist connecting with his face and soon your hands were nothing but a bloody battlefield.
The pain in your hands didn't stop you once nor did the body pain. You were persistent and didn't care if you had to kill him in order for him to stop fighting.
Your adrenaline also helping you keep your pace with the same amount of strength each time. It was until you heard Wanda start Yelling is when you started to slow down, but a voice in your head told you to continue and finish, to get the job done.
“Y/N PLEASE!” Wanda croaked out as the tears started to gush out once again, “STOP! Y/N!”
But you didn't stop, and that was the last thing you did before his body went limp beneath your body. He was beaten beyond the saying of a bloody pulp, he was unrecognizable. He would most likely have to get plastic surgery with the amount of damage you inflicted on him but that only makes you smile more, it's what the piece of shit barely deserved.
It wasn't until the adrenaline rush wore off that you felt the true extinct of your pain. You stood up and stumbled over to the lamppost. A few feet away from the man making sure you had enough distance in case he arose again and started attacking you. What you didn't see was Wanda quickly rising up to meet you at the lamppost. And it's when you sat down that you realize what had truly happened to you.
Wanda came down next to you kneeling on her knees as she looked at you with tear-soaked eyes and mascara-stained cheeks. You hated seeing her cry and especially like this so you reached out to her and when she didn't move to come closer a frown came upon your face. Confused as to why she didn't want to hug. But when you looked down at yourself seeing your stretched-out legs, pant holes ripped from the scuffling. Eyes slowly trailing up your figure you saw it, or them. The stab wounds.
While you were too busy in an adrenaline rush punching the living fuck out of the man you had failed to realize that he was also stabbing you, and repeatedly. It wasn’t just more than once, it was more than twenty times. You knocked him out cold before he could get to the twenty-eighth.
Realizing your predicament you looked up at Wanda with quivering lips, the tears were long gone. You knew it and she knew it, you weren't making it out alive. Her glowing aura was no longer shining but dimming with each passing second. You looked into her eyes to see what was soon to come of heartbreak and immense sadness.
Shakily you reached into your right back pocket and pulled out your phone, placing it in Wanda's lap as you were too tired to hold it out for her. That's when a sob left her lips as she caved into you.
You wanted so badly to hug her and comfort her telling her it would be okay but giving her false hope like that wasn't something you wanted. But you also had to make sure that she wouldn't blame herself knowing she could have done everything in her power to try and save you.
“C-ca-call them.” You stuttered out, specks of blood splashing from your mouth.
You could feel Wanda shaking her head as she was still caved into you, trying to feel your warmth for the last time and bask in it,
“There's no p-point.” She blurted out as her head arose from your chest.
“W-Wanda, please.” You gasp out closing your eyes shut at the pain of the whole situation.
“Why would you do that? Y-you didn't need to fucking do that y/n, and now look...” She broke out in an outburst as another cry excited her mouth.
With the last strength in you, you grabbed the phone that had now fallen out of her lap and was lying on the ground, you picked it up and put on the emergency contact. Deciding not to speak into the phone so the police would still arrive but also give you enough time with Wanda alone before you were gone.
“I-I told y-you. I… would protect y-you til th-the end, dear.” You tell her giving one last chuckle as you start coughing rapidly from your chest overflowing with blood.
Wanda couldn't stand to be a part of you again as she snuggled back into your side again. She sent multiple kisses to your left cheek. She was trying to offer you the most of the love she could give before the end.
Not wanting things to end like this you turn your head over slowly while wincing from the pain and look at her, silent tears now flowing down her face. She looked up into your eyes for one second before shaking her head rapidly and looking back down at the dirt-infested floor.
You brought your hand up to her cheek, lifting up her chin slowly so she could now be looking into your eyes. The moonlight paining you by showing her beauty you would no longer wake up to every day. You took a moment to assess her skin, what was once pure was now red and tainted. You allowed one last single tear to escape from your defeated face.
She was watching this all happening as your hand remained on her face. Subconsciously leaning into your touch knowing it was the last.
Not wanting to burden her any longer with your face draining of life second by second you took one last look in her deep jade eyes that lit up your world, but now saw yours coming to an end. Collecting her head in both of your hands and bringing her closer to your face until both your chapped lips are connected.
What was a wild contrast to the earlier kiss you shared with the woman that was wild, sloppy, and energetic was now gentle, shy, and slow. You were both savoring this kiss because you would never feel each other's lips like this again and that was something you couldn't take for granted in your last moments.
After the kiss, you wrapped her in your lukewarm embrace, now no longer warm. She comfortably rested in your hold as her hands were clinging to your arm.
As if the last light bulb to ever go off in your head erupted you slowly painstakingly fished out the velvet ring box with the last of your strength, edging it into her cold dainty hands. You knew she saw it as you felt her body shake against you with silent sobs as your eyes tearfully closed for the last time.
“I love you Wanda Maximoff.”
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