Summary: The last thing Wanda thought before dusting away was how the love of her life was ripped away from her, right in front of her. The truth just couldn’t be more wrong.
Pairing:Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader
Trigger Warning: Death, cursing, angst, fluff at the end
Wanda had never really thought about death before her family was ripped away from her. After Pietro’s death, dying had been something that was almost normal to the witch, sadly. She didn’t fear it nor did she really care about it. Every mission she went to she went with a mindset of “I’ll probably die or not, let’s see”. She didn’t think less of herself, she knew the abilities she had. But she did think less of death. She didn’t fear it in any shape or form.
Then you came into the plans and Wanda was whipped immediately. The way you carried yourself, how you looked after everyone and kept everything together even in the toughest situations. She was so in love with you and your persona after knowing you for just a few weeks.
And you made her better in her opinion. You gave her a reason to actually live through the missions. Something to come home to. But it also made her fear again, not her own death but yours. It haunted her in her dreams, that someday you’d be ripped away from her like everyone else were. She dreaded it, even though you assured her it would be okay. That you’d always come back to her. And you did, even if there were some close calls, you always came back to her.
Then the battle at Wakanda happened.
You were fighting alongside Steve and Thor, using your trusted sword as your weapon. The grip you had on the familiar weapon that had served you for so many years was so tight your knuckles were white. One alien, another. You weren’t sure how long it had been like that. You just kept killing every alien that came across you, time to time helping someone else.. Your body was running on pure adrenaline, your muscles didn’t ache, your body didn’t tire. It was like you were in flow.
Slowly but surely you found yourself with the Avengers by the edge of the forest. The creeps ran down your back but you pushed the thought away. Slicing another alien you gave a cocky smirk to your girlfriend who just shook her head. It was amazing how gorgeous she still looked, even though her face was smeared with alien blood. You tore your gaze away and thrust your weapon into another alien.
Thanos came through the portal. You were one of the last men standing. Steve was down, Bruce was quite literally stuck in stone and Thor was only god knows where. You heard thunder somewhere in the distance. You did your best to stop the mad titan from getting the last stone, Vision. The grunts and cries that left your mouth hurt Wanda so deeply she would’ve rather fought Thanos himself.
“Wan- Ugh, Wanda,” Your shouts were strained and she turned to look at you. The tears were blinding her eyes, your salty waterfalls were already streaming down your cheeks. You looked at Vision knowingly, he knew it too. He nodded. You took another hit before slicing the mad titan to his arm, it barely made him wince.
Whatever it takes.
“Destroy it!”
She shook her head, tears running down her face. Vision was the closest thing she had after you. He was her friend, closest friend she had ever had beside her brother. And you hated that she had to do this, but she was more powerful than you. She was the only one ho could od this. Wanda felt like she was killing you by killing him. You screamed her to do it again and again until your throat was raw.
Thanos hit you square in the head basically and lifted your weak body from the ground by your neck.
“You’re weak, small… a pathetic little human,” his voice gnarled as he looked down at you. Your face started to go red, but it did not falter.
“I… am… not… giving up,” You looked at him with determination, your hands on his gigantic wrist and felt the sharp blade enter your stomach. He dropped you on the ground and the last thing you’d ever hear was the pained cries of your girlfriend, who was holding back the mad Titan, destroying the stone and watching the life slowly bleed out of you.
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Wanda didn’t fear death, not if you were gone too. It was done, they had lost. Thanos snapped the gauntlet and a weird feeling filled the witch. She held your limp body on her lap, watching as the normally rosy cheeks were paling. Her gaze moved to the sky and she felt her feeling numbing. It wasn’t worth to fight anymore if you were gone now too. As life slowly moved away from her body, she could almost hear your laugh in the distance. Your voice filled her head, memories flashing by her eyes.
I’ll be with you soon…
But she wouldn’t.
The opposite actually.
The surgery was difficult, especially since half of the medication staff had disappeared in Wakanda. Really it was a miracle you even survived. Twice your heart flat lined but they got it back working. Natasha had been there the whole time, following as you were unconsciously fighting for your life, holding back tears every time the heart monitor made a flat sound.
Then they moved you to the HQ. Steve, Thor, Natasha, Rocket, Carol the whole team went to find Thanos and rewind the whole mess. It didn’t go the way they expected it to go through. It was impossible to bring everyone back. The stones were gone. You woke up while they were gone. To say you were panicking was an understatement. Half of the population was gone, the news was filled with sorrow and families looking for each other.
And now you were going to have to live without Wanda forever. It made you wish you would’ve actually died. It would have been less painful that way.
Five years. You didn’t speak with anyone about it, you woke up, trained, went outside and helped the less fortunate. Then got back home and went to sleep. Repeat, that over and over again for five years. The sword was in a trunk, buried deep under all of the books and letters there was. You hadn’t even cleaned it from the battle. You couldn’t see it. You couldn’t bear that. A couple of times you fell into a drinking spiral but there was always someone, usually Steve or Natasha to help you back onto your feet.
The miracle called Scott Lang felt too good to be real once he came. Five years, five fucking years, the slowest years of your life and now there was a man talking about time traveling. At first, it was too good to be true, it wasn’t… it couldn’t work. It would be nearly impossible. Nearly.
But you did it anyway. And lost another member.
Then Bruce snapped and you waited. The HQ went silent, Clint’s phone rang and his wife spoke. The man broke into tears right then and there, that was the moment you knew… you knew she was back. Somewhere. One phone call away. As you went to grab your phone the whole place blew up and the hell was loose. You were fortunate enough to not be completely buried by the building.
Somehow you had managed to find your trusted sword in the middle of all the mess, it still had the blood of the old aliens on it as you had not used it after the battle on Wakanda. You felt determination fill you and you gripped your weapon tightly in your hands as the portals around you and Steve appeared. Literal chills ran down our back and legs and you coudln’t wipe off a smirk from your face when the alien army in front of you watched gobsmacked. Your feet tingled, you couldn't stay still. You already wanted to face the titan and fulfill your promise to him.
“Avengers…” Steve breathed out. “Assemble”
And like that, you were fighting again. Left and right, fury filling you. The aliens were dropping dead by your feet faster than Thor could summon the hammer. It was rather scary, to be honest. The small teenaged boy Peter had to keep away from you in case you didn’t recognize him, not that you’d ever actually hurt your own team members. It was still quite intimidating how many aliens you made a pile of in just a couple of minutes. It reminded them why you were made an avenger in the first place.
It was when Thanos was walking towards the gauntlet you saw her again. And holy shit was she gorgeous. Not aged a day, unlike you who was five years older. Wanda’s eyes were red, literally like glowing and the familiar swirls Hydra had given her were dangerously big and glowing ever so brightly. Her voice was venomous as she spoke to the Mad Titan in anger and fury, chest heaving up and down.
“You took, everything from me.”
“I don’t even know who you are.”
“You will,” She said monotone and levitated upwards, her arms resting on either side of her. You followed as she kept punching the titan with all of her powers. Her whole body was glowing in a different way, you hadn’t ever seen her so… mad. She was dangerously angry. And you couldn’t help but applause her for it. It was kinda hot, to be honest.
When Thanos ordered the shooting you snapped out of your trance. Wanda was still holding him back, not caring if she was smashed to death. Once an energy ball hit her, missing her just by a foot she fell over on the ground, momentarily losing her hold on the mad titan. One of his soldiers took notice of the action and went to raise their sword, ready to plunge it into Wanda’s body.
“Not my fucking girlfriend you asshole,” You grumbled as you ran at the alien and made sure to shove your sword straight through its neck, the only weak spot in their armor. The alien tried to move, to do anything to get out of the pain but you just twisted the sword tighter, until the soldier fell onto the ground and left you there, breathless and a splash of odd colored blood on your chest, neck, and face.
Wanda’s knees buckled underneath her when she saw you. Her eyes returned into their respectful but not any less beautiful color you hadn’t seen in so long. She breathed out your name, so softly you couldn’t even hear it, you could only see her mouth your name like it was just the two of you in the comfort of your bed.
You took her into your arms and you sat on the ground, holding her head against your shoulder and her waist against yours. It was the best feeling you had felt in five years. Her scent you had on your old clothes now filled your nose and refreshed your memory. Her red hair tickled you face as you moved to kiss her.
“Not everything,” You mumbled against her lips and Wanda couldn’t do anything else than sob dryly. Her hands went to your face and she leaned her forehead against you.
Request:@xxxtwilightaxelxxx - Okay heres another one, may I request a Wanda Maximoff one where she comes home from a long mission and when she does it all seems to be quiet which is odd but then she hears her gf yn crying and immediately springs into action ready to defend her gf when it turns out yn is watching something and crying over it, but of course jolts when Wanda appears out of no where, not having received a message. Ends with tired Wanda teasing yn a bit over it while yn gives her all the cuddles she needs and deserves. Please and thank you, hope this is okay
Word Count: 445
Author: Charlotte
Having an avenger as a girlfriend had its highlights and its tribulations. You loved Wanda with all of your heart, but it did mean that she would be away from home often for extended periods of time to go on missions. It was hard to have her gone for so long, often without a certain timeframe along with the dangerous type of job that she did.
You tried your best to make the most of the time that you had alone at home, often getting some extra chores done and some extra reading without distraction. This time you had ended up in a reading block, so settled on a few movies to make your way through. You’d settled done one evening a week or so after Wanda had left and watched a film. You didn’t know what it was about, but it ended up being far sadder than you expected. Tears had tumbled down your face, soaking into the front of your pyjama top as you ugly sobbed throughout the film.
All of your attention had been on the sad scenes on the screen, so intensely that you hadn’t heard Wanda come home, not until she appeared in the living room, red waves extending from her hands as she frantically looked around.
You couldn’t help but scream when she rushed into the room, having not expected to see her that day at all, let alone without hearing her enter the home.
“What’s wrong?” She asked clasping onto your arms. “What happened?”
It took you a second to settle your panicked breathing to figure out what was going on and why she seemed so worried.
“What do you mean?” You questioned.
“Why are you crying?”
Your panic immediately faltered as you giggled at your girlfriend’s expression.
“Nothing’s wrong,” you smiled. “I was watching a sad film.”
The red swirls from her hands disappeared as her eyebrows furrowed whilst she looked down at you.
“I was worried,” she berated. “I don’t see you for a week and come home to hearing you sob; I didn’t know what had happened.”
You opened your arms for her, and she happily obliged, sitting down with you on the sofa in your arms, in a long-missed embrace.
“How was the mission?” You asked, playing with her long reddish-brown hair.
“Tiring,” she sighed. “I am just happy to be home with you.”
She pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek before turning her attention to the film that was still playing on the screen. “What are you watching?”
“It’s almost finished, but we can watch another film together?” You offered.
Wanda nodded her head, settling back into the cuddle on the sofa.
“I don’t like him, that’s all.” Pietro simplified as he walked along with his twin, who was trying to manipulate him. That was what he thought.”She’s too young.”
“It isn’t a big deal, Pietro.” Wanda replied. “Actually, it’s quite cute: she gets super shy around him.”
“He does as well.”
“And that’s what makes it cuter.They have a crush on each other and they don’t know the other does.”
It was obvious. Wanda loved the fact that you had a crush, especially if that lucky guy was someone as good as Peter. No one could be better for you that him.
“You know nobody is better for her than Peter.” Pietro stopped walking and look at Wanda, then sight. “Just let her be a teenager.”
Summary:You hadn’t known what happened. One moment, you were running for your life. The next moment, you were falling from the sky and your only hope was calling the one number you had to save you. You were in a universe where the Avengers existed and you had no idea what to do. You fight between doing what’s right and what feels right. Do you return to your own universe or do you stay with the people you love?
[Set after AoU and canon divergence after.]
Warnings:18+. polyamorous relationships. F/M, F/F, F/F/F, F/M/M. Eventual smut. Explicit Sexual Content. Canon-level violence. sugaring relationship. Angst. Explore themes of domestic violence and family issues. Domestic fluff. Slow Burn.
Note:Yeah, I said reader gets with everyone. What about it? LOL This is my self-indulgent fic. Therefore, sporadic updates but we’re here for the fun! Chapters with sexual content will be marked with a *. There are no set amount of chapters, so I will add as I go :)
You laugh lightly as you turn to see Wanda eating the icing out of the bowl. “Wanda, darling. We are meant to be making the dessert, we can eat it later” you say, pressing a kiss to her lips just to taste the butter cream icing.
“It’s not my fault, it’s delicious” she complains as she not so subtly wraps her arms around your waist. You can’t help but smile as you feel her lean her face into the crook of your neck.
“Fine, but no more. We are in control of dessert for everyone” you say, trying to act like your not completely melting inside out of how cute Wanda is currently.
“Y'know, that one of them’ll bring something just incase. I’m guessing Thor, he likes poptarts too much” she said, only partially joking about the others.
“Fair point but that doesn’t mean we can’t put some efforts in” you continue trying to get her to be serious. “Where was this enthusiasm when we were celebrating Hanukkah?” she teases.
“Hey! I was trying but you wouldn’t let me touch a thing because you thought I was going to mess it up” you point out. Grinning, Wanda said “think. Thought gives off the impression that I got over that fear.”
“Rude much” you mutter, continuing with the icing whilst Wanda checks how the cupcakes are looking. You turn around just to see her with one of the cakes mostly in her mouth.
“Wanda!” you complained as she finishes it. Rolling her eyes, she says"Remember when I caught you taking one of the potato pancakes last year when I said for you to wait for the others.“
The two of you laugh before continuing with the food just for the cookies to be nearly burnt when Wanda pulled them out of the oven.
Christmas Prompt 1- Kissing _____ under the mistletoe while _____ walks in on you two.
Warnings: kissing.
You sigh, walking out of the room. It was one of Stark’s unnecessary Holiday parties and unfortunately as an avenger, you had to make a small appearance for at least an hour.
It didn’t take long for you to find Wanda, sitting at the bar alone. Walking over to her and taking a seat, you say “hey, wanda”. “Hello, you getting bored of people staring at you as well?” she asks.
Nodding, you say “yeah. I honestly don’t know why stark likes having a bunch of strangers here poking into our business”.
“C'mon, why don’t we go out to the balcony, yeah?” she suggests as you agree. Not even a couple of minutes later, the two of you are sitting outside on the balcony.
You look up for a second when you see Wanda send a grin your way and realise there’s mistletoe even outside.
“Well, we don’t want to disappoint holiday traditions, do we?” you say whilst wanda leans forward. Her soft lips connect with your and you can taste the familiar taste of cherry lip balm.
You don’t notice anyone until a voice that you recognise as Vision says “I’m sorry for intruding but Mr Parker and Mr Lang want everyone for group photos.”
The two of you pull apart and Wanda agrees, saying “okay, we’ll be there in a minute”. As he leaves, the two of you laugh before following him inside.
SUMMARY: Wanda doesn’t have anything left to lose, except you.
I slip the key into the lock and twist the doorknob, entering the apartment I’d been sharing with Wanda for us to recuperate in ever since the battle against Thanos’ forces, and then being snapped out of existence only to have to fight him again, five years later, though it only felt like minutes to us. I had the money and the means to live on my own, true, but I’d grown close to Wanda in our time on the run and I knew the death of Vision was hitting her hard. I set down the groceries on the counter and call out to my friend to let her know I’m home. She doesn’t reply, but this doesn’t worry me until ten minutes later when I’ve finished unpacking the food and started preparing her favourite dinner, chicken paprikash.
I stop stirring the wooden spoon in the pot and sigh. “Wanda?” I call out again. “You need to eat, sweetie, please.”
I hear a door slowly swing open and muted footsteps as she pads into the room. She freezes like a deer in headlights the moment she reaches me, slowly glancing down into the pot with horror. Her eyes well with tears.
“Wanda?” I drop the spoon and circle the counter quickly, holding her close as she starts sobbing into my shoulder. “Wanda, what’s wrong?”
“Vision— he made— always made it for me—” She screws her eyes shut and buries her face deeper in my neck. I hold onto her arms and slowly lower us to the floor, pulling her into my lap and rocking her back and forth soothingly. In my mind, I’m cursing myself, having just remembered that it was indeed what Vision made for her when they got the chance in their two years on the run. I rub circles into her back, hoping that she’ll calm down enough for me to apologise, wishing I had another arm to knock the whole pot of dinner into the garbage so she wouldn’t have to look at it.
We stay in this position for an uncountable amount of time, all I know is that it was long enough for my legs to start aching from her weight. Eventually, though, I manage to instruct her through breathing exercises and comfort her enough that her sobs cease into small whimpers, and those into even smaller sniffles, until finally she reaches the stage we always seem to end up at: numbness.
Her expression is blank. She stares into the distance, eyes puffy and red and lined with bags.
“Where have you gone?” I ask gently.
“You’re all I have left,” comes her soft reply.
“Wanda,” I squeeze her shoulders. “That’s not true.”
She shakes her head, eyes suddenly wide. “What if … something happens. Stark’s bomb. Ultron. Thanos. I can’t live through any more loss, (Y/N), please, you have to understand what I’ve done.”
I reel back in confusion. “What are you talking about, Wanda? What did you do?”
“Now is no time to mourn. That’s what he said, when he killed him. Now is no time at all.” A deep crimson colour replaces her sad, green eyes. My heart beats a little faster.
“Wanda.”
She meets my eyes. Red tendrils of her power seep around us, embalming us. “I have to protect you.”
IMAGINE: BEING WANDA AND VISION’S YOUNGEST CHILD, AND GOING MISSING IN WESTVIEW.
Wanda runs her hands through her curls, evidently stressed as she paces through the living room. Vision lets out a heavy sigh, wrapping an arm around Wanda in an attempt to comfort her. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he tries to reassure her, “We’ll find y/n.”
Wanda frowns, trying her best to believe him. Ever since you’ve gone missing, Wanda hasn’t been able to rest. She feels as though she’s on the verge of tearing Westview down just to find you. She’s asked almost everyone for help, but no one has seen any sign of you. Wanda rubs her fingers against her temple, feeling a headache coming on as she can’t help but wonder what kind of mother she is if she can’t even keep her youngest child safe.
“I asked Agnes for help, but Agnes didn’t even know what I was talking about.” Wanda mutters, shaking her head, the whole encounter confusing her. Looking up at Vision, she splutters, “Agnes said we only have Billy and Tommy, and never a y/n. Am I going crazy, Vis?”
Vision frowns at this, before shaking his head. “Ignore Agnes. We’re going to bring y/n home, I promise.”
IMAGINE: BEING AN AVENGER, AND WANDA BEGGING YOU NOT TO LEAVE AFTER SHE CATCHES YOU PACKING YOUR BAGS AFTER THE SOKOVIA ACCORDS.
Wanda’s head is spinning as she walks through the corridors of the Avengers compound. After the very intense meeting over the Accords, Wanda feels herself at a loss for what to do, and during moments like these, she always finds herself gravitating towards you for help.
She hopes you’ll be awake despite the late hour, and she quietly knocks at your door, hand hesitating as she notices light coming from the bottom of your door. She listens, hears quiet shuffling, but no response. She knocks again, before calling out, “y/n?”
She pushes the door open, eyes widening as she sees your belongings packed into bags around your bed. You look up, letting out a heavy sigh as you meet Wanda’s shocked gaze, and you slump over the edge of your bed. She sits beside you, stammering, “Where… where are you going?”
“I’m leaving.” you simply say, and Wanda gulps. “I can’t agree with these Accords, Wanda, I can’t. Steve is right, this document just takes away our freedom.”
“You can’t leave, y/n.” Wanda blurts, desperation laced in her tone. Her voice is trembling, and she pleads, “Don’t leave me, y/n. You can’t just run away.”
IMAGINE: BEING IN LOVE WITH WANDA, DESPITE KNOWING THAT SHE LOVES VISION.
There’s something in the way that Wanda looks at Vision, that loving gaze so full of indescribable happiness. You know that look because you look at her the exact same way. You can see it in her eyes, the special joy she feels that’s reserved for Vision and Vision only. It hurts you, seeing her so happy when you wish she would look at you the same way, but knowing that she never would, no matter how much love you feel for her.
“Stay away from her.” A raspy voice broke the tense atmosphere in the kitchen. Wanda stilled, jaw clenching at threat, before resuming her cooking.
“I’ll stay away only when she tells me to, not you.”Wanda calmly responded, moving onto cutting the vegetables. Natasha watched the other redhead cook from across the room. Green eyes judging every movement.
“Y/n is mine, and i’ll be damned if some newbie thinks she can take her from me.” Natasha hissed out, approaching Wanda with every word until they were face to face.
“Do you feel threatened by me, Romanoff?” Wanda smugly asked the Russian. Placing the knife down, she looked Natasha up and down.
“Oh please” Natasha sarcastically snorted, “Don’t flatter yourself. In a week or two, Y/n will forget all about you.” She smiled
“Didn’t seem like it when she was between my thighs.” Wanda shot back, awaiting her reaction.
Natasha shoved Wanda back into the counter and reached for the knife. Before anything could further escalate, you walked in.
“Hey girls.” You greeted your favorite red heads, completely oblivious to what’s happening.
At the sound of your voice, both girls eyes went wide as they pushed each other off and leaned against the counter.
“Hi y/n.” Both girls simultaneously greeted you, causing them to glare at each other.
“I was thinking of having a movie night. You two want to join?” You asked while rummaging through the cupboards for snacks. With your back turned away from the avengers, Natasha threateningly ran her finger across her throat, but Wanda only tilted her head in response.
“Of course!”
“I’d love to.”
“Great. Meet me in my room at 7.” And with that, you walked out the kitchen.
Silence took over the room, before Natasha dashed out the kitchen.
Spooked and curious by the sudden movements, Wanda tried catching the red heads thoughts.
‘Need to find something sexy.’
“Oh that whore.” Wanda seethed in annoyance before running to her room to do the same.
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Hours later you find yourself squished in between two barely clothed redheads fighting over what to watch.
“I want to watch something funny.” Natasha begged as Wanda crossed her arms.
As their bickering continued, your temper began to rise at their behavior.
“Enough!” You raised your voice. Both girls widened their eyes at your tone. “We’ll watch a rom-com okay? Stop acting like fucking brats.” A whimper echoed through the room, causing you to freeze.
Natasha was subtly rubbing her thighs together as Wanda bit her lip, not wanting any more noises to escape.
Feeling desperate, Wanda gazed into Natasha’s eyes and created a mind link.
‘Truce?’ Wanda asked the Russian through her mind.
‘Truce.’ Natasha responded back and rolled onto your left thigh. Wanda soon followed and straddled your right thigh.
You just stared in shock, staring at the beautiful red heads only now realizing they aren’t wearing shorts under yourT-Shirt. You could feel their wet heat occasionally graze against your thigh.
“Snap out of it Y/n.” Wanda whined, wanting your attention on her.
“Play with us.” Natasha pleaded with those doe-eyes of hers.
Wanda dragged one of your hands onto her hip and forced your hand to squeeze her curves. Natasha placed your other hand onto her bare thigh.
“Please daddy.” Wanda whispered, the title snapping you out of the trance.
“You both have been bad girls.” You berated them, their heads lowering.
“You know what happens to bad girls?” You asked while running your hand down their soft and warm bodies. Goosebumps being left in your trail.
“They get punished.” Natasha whimpered out in excitement and fear, having already faced your punishments before.
Wanda only bit her lip at Natasha’s reaction, wondering how cruel you can be.
“That’s right, sweetheart. They get punished.” You sternly let out.
“Get off and lay down. Face down and ass up. I don’t want to hear a peep.” Your hand came down hard on both their asses, both of them letting out squeaks and hurrying off.
“Don’t think you’re walking out this room without a limp.” You told the redheads, admiring their lingerie clad asses.
You stood behind the women and pulled their underwear to the side.
“Look at how soaked you two are.” You gasped in awe, using their slick to rub their swollen bundle of nerves.
Wanda bit the pillow to hide the moan that threatened to escape her plump lips. This only being the second time anyones ever touched her this way.
Natasha softly grunted at your teasing touches, fighting back the urge to roll her hips back onto you.
“Wands? Lay on your back underneath Nat.” You ordered her, Wanda quickly switching positions.
“You know what to do Nat.” Slapping her ass as an initiative, Natasha started going down on Wanda.
“Oh god.” Wanda whimpered as Natasha sucked on her clit.
While the redheads were preoccupied, you unzipped your pants and pulled them mid thigh, along with your underwear. Collecting the arousal from Natasha, you used it to lube up the fake cock.
With no warning, you thrusted the strap into Natasha’s awaiting heat.
“Daddy!” Natasha screamed at the sudden pleasure invading her every sense. The vibrations of her talking brought Wanda more pleasure.
“Shh it’s okay. You’re okay.” You reassured her as you sped up your thrusts. The wet squelching being music to you ears. A particular thrust has her gripping the sheets as she paused her actions to take a breath.
“Nat please.” Wanda mewled, her hands pulling Natasha’s head back to where she needed her the most.
Natasha licked up her slit, her nose sometimes bumping into her sensitive clit. Feeling her hands tighten in her hair, she knew Wanda was close.
And fuck, so was she.
Your hands were surely creating bruises on her hips, your brutal pace making her believe she’ll feel you for days.
“I’m close.” Natasha moaned out, the clapping of her ass meeting your hips making her drool.
“Me too.” Wanda groaned out in pleasure. The tight coil in her stomach begging to be released.
Hearing their words, you quickly pulled out of the red head. You grabbed ahold of Natasha’s hair and pulled her away from Wanda’s needy pussy.
“No, no ,no.” Wanda cried out, her high just around the corner.
Natasha’s tear stained face almost made you regret pulling out.
Almost.
“Bad girls don’t get to cum.” You mumbled against Natasha’s neck, making sure Wanda heard.
Putting the strap back into your pants, you zipped them back up and started walking towards the door.
“If you touch yourself or each other i’ll make sure you don’t cum for a month. Understood?”
Both girls nodded with tears falling down their face.
The sudden sound of an old door creaking woke you out of your daze as light flooded into the dark room. Your heart began to pound as you awaited her.
You tried curling yourself into the corner of the room, but there was no use. You were trapped.
The woman stepped in and closed the door behind her. Using her magic, red wisp released the chains that once held your arms. You tentatively rubbed your wrists in hopes of soothing the red marks.
“Baby…” The witch you’ve come to known as Wanda cautiously approached you with a tray of food.
You froze as she fell to her knees by your side and gently held your hand. You used all your power to not rip your hand away from her. You refused to make her angry again.
“You need to eat.” She looked deep into your eyes before looking around the room.
Plates of food were scattered around along with broken glass.
Wanda sighed and then used her magic to clean up the mess as quick as possible.
“You know, you don’t have to live like this.” Wanda told you as she moved closer to you. She was now straddling your left leg.
“We can go upstairs and do whatever you want. I can cook you something special. We can go out on dates.” She offered, a gleam now present in her eyes.
You shouldn’t feel like this, but the way she was staring at you like you were her everything made your heart flutter. It actually got you excited.
“All you have to do is let me in.” Wanda whispered in you ear and pulled back. Her eyes had that faint red glow, letting you know what she was trying to do.
“I can’t.” You responded, your raspy voice causing you to cough. She grabbed the water bottle and tilted it into you mouth. You held her wrist as the cold water soothed your hoarse throat.
A stream of water fell out of your mouth and dribbled down you chin. It continued to make its way down you neck and Wanda watched, enamored by the view.
“Don’t you want to be with me?” Wanda pouted, fingers trailing from you shoulders and down to your arms.
“The team will find me” You responded, tilting your hand onto the wall and continued.
“- It’s only a matter of time.”
The room went silent, and you feared you upset her. But soon enough, she began giggling.
“They think you’re dead, Y/N” Wanda laughed out and wrapped her arms around your neck. Forcing your rigid body into her chest.
What?
You tried pulling away, but her grip only tightened.
“I was able to convince them that you died on a mission. Isn’t that great?” She gleefully responded.
“No,no,no. Wanda please-” You gasped out, praying to any higher power that she was lying.
“It’s just you and me, baby.” Wanda pulled back and gazed lovingly at you.
“Just you and me.” You saw her eyes turn red before everything became and blur and then, nothing.
“Look at me.” She pleaded, tears dripping down her face. One hand gently gripping your face and the other on your chest, trying to slow down the bleeding.
You opened your eyes, her blurry face becoming clear.
“I can’t loose you too. I won’t survive.”
You couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful she is, even in your final moments.
It took you a minute to respond.
“You’re strong, little witch. You have to.” Red liquid spilled out of your mouth, causing you to viciously cough.
You tried to smile through the pain. The pain of being the reason she is hurting. You couldn’t feel your injuries anymore.
“Why can’t I have my happy ending.” She cried out into your shoulder. Her chest was heaving. You feared she was hyperventilating. You were not able to think about it for long, your thoughts began drifting into the darkness.
Your heart stopped. Once again.
Wanda’s black stained fingertips ran through your hair as she began rocking your limp body back and forth.
“Mark universe 61 off the list.” Wanda mumbled to herself.
Orange wisps appeared in the distance, causing Wanda to still.
“Wanda!” Doctor Strange screamed as Wong formed a shield with his rings and cautiously approached the grief struck witch.
“You need to stop looking for her. You don’t want to hear this, but it’s the truth. Y/n is destined to die in every universe. I wish things were different, but they’re not. You have to let this go.” Strange begged Wanda.
This only angered her further.
Her dress formed into her scarlet suit as her eyes started glowing red.
“I just want my wife back.” Wanda weakly said.
The wizards quickly looked around at what remained of the earth.
That small window of distraction was all she needed to summon Shuma-Gorath.
The fight quickly broke out as they struggled against the monster.
Wanda opened a portal that led her back to her cabin. She opened the dark hold and flipped through the pages in hopes of finding something new.
“Mhmm” Wanda hummed, going back to folding the clothes like she didn’t just drop a bombshell on you.
“Are you sure?” You ask once again, not quite believing the red head.
“Yes dear, I am sure. I took three test and they all came out positive.” Wanda looked up from her current task and gave you the look. You gulped and stood up from the couch, cautiously approaching your wife.
“But- I don’t have a uh you know.” You stuttered out and held her hands to stop her from folding the clothes.
“Darling, I have powers and you have powers. It was bound to happen with how many times you have bent me over.” She giggled out, loving your reaction.
“Our connection is by far the strongest thing I have ever experienced. I love you and you love me, we can create anything we want.” Wanda added on, she lowered you hands to rest on her flat stomach.
You looked down and started caressing her stomach, the news starting to finally sink in.
Wanda is pregnant with you child.
holy shit.
“You’re pregnant.” You mumbled, suddenly in awe by your wife.
“I am.” Wanda squealed out as you picked her up and began spinning her. Her sweet giggles tickling your ear.
You fell to your knees and leaned your face against her stomach.
“Oh my, I have to call- I uh have to…” Your eyebrows furrowed as you wondered who you had to call. Your head starting to ache the longer you thought about it.
Your sisters. Natasha and Yelena.
Wanda froze as you quickly pulled away from her, like she was burning you. She didn’t think you’d ever remember your past life.
“I have to call Natasha and Yelena. Wanda where are they. Oh god- I don’t remember where-” Your thoughts were racing. Where are your sisters? Where is the team? The compound?
How could this situation get out of hand so fast.
“Baby… Calm down. Please.” Wanda pleaded with you, hoping you don’t remember everything.
“What did you do?! Wanda where are we?” You almost yelled, the panic clawing out your chest as you were almost hyperventilating.
No, Wanda thought. She refused to lose you again.
With a quick tilt of her head, those thoughts were removed from your head and red wisp rewinded time.
“I cant wait to meet our kid.” You happily sighed into her stomach, before rising from your knees and pressing your forehead against hers.
“I love you so much.” Wanda blurted out, relief heard in her tone. Her perfect fantasy stayed in tact. She would make sure of it.
Heavy breaths left your lips as your lungs began to burn, begging you to stop running. But doing so will surely get you caught.
The city around you is completely destroyed, but you spot what once was a cafe shop in the distance.
Ignoring the strain on your muscles, you push yourself harder and sprint towards your hiding spot.
“Fuck.” A gasp leaves your lips as you can finally take a moment to calm your racing heart.
Why is she doing this to you?
The doorbell above the door rings, making your blood run cold.
“My love? Please stop running.” The woman covered in blood pleads as she looks around the shop.
You freeze behind the counter, praying to any higher power that she doesn’t find you.
“I know you’re in here Y/n. There’s no point in hiding.”
Counting to 10 in your head, you slowly stand up knowing she’s right.
You cant run from her.
You’ve tried and tried. Each time failing.
“W-who are you?” You shakily ask her, still freaked out by her glowing hands and clothes drenched in blood.
“My name is Wanda and i’m your wife.” She smiled at you with love in her eyes.
“I don’t have a wife.” You told her.
She laughed. “Maybe not in this universe, but in mine you are.” Wanda took a step closer to you while you took a step back.
“Just stop running and come with me Y/n. We can look for the kids together.”
“Kids?” You gasped out in shock.
“Billy and Tommy. Our kids.” Wanda grinned at the thought of being so close to reuniting her family.
“Wanda, stop this madness. I’m not from your world, I don’t have a wife, and I don’t have kids.” You begged her, still hoping this is all a nightmare.
Suddenly her smile dropped and her eyes began glowing. Her head tilted to the side as she stared you down.
“You’re mine. I belong to you and you belong to me. What don’t you understand.” An accent began slipping out while she talked and trapped you between the wall.
Her darkened fingers made their way around your neck as red wisp controlled your hands and placed them on around her waist.
You gulped as the fear was slowly leaving your body and being replaced with happiness.
There was a gentle glow around your head as she secretly removed all the bad memories and replaced them with happy ones. Ones where she and the boys existed. Memories of a life that was but at the same time wasn’t yours.
You opened you eyes and greeted your wife with a kiss.
“My love.” You smiled at her and hugged her tighter.
Wanda’s eyes stopped glowing and were now filled with tears.
Natasha Romanoff x reader, Wanda Maximoff x reader
Ok so i didn’t know if i should put bachelor or bachelorette so change it to what you prefer :)
“LET’S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!” A booming voice rang out through the strip club as the group walked in.
Wanda was out with the girls celebrating her bachelorette party.
You couldn’t help but laugh at Sam’s excitement. Thor waved over a bar tender and ordered a round of shots.
“We are here to celebrate Y/n’s last day of freedom!” Tony joked, earning multiple laughs.
Once the shots made its way to the table, everyone grabbed one and began to cheer.
“I just want to say, it’s been amazing watching your relationship with Wanda grow. And now look at you, one day away from marrying her!” Clint sputtered out, blinking away the tears.
You smiled at the emotional man, knowing why he is so emotional. He will be walking Wanda down the aisle.
“Cheers to Y/n.” Steve exclaimed.
With the help of the Asgardian alcohol, everyone was shit faced.
The music was blasting in your ears as the strippers were dancing on everyone.
Poor Steve had to hide behind Bucky when a lady tried giving him a lap dance.
Sam stumbled through the crowd and leaned on you.
“Oh Y/n! We have one last surprise for you!” He drunkenly told you.
“Oh yeah?” You replied back
“Mhmmm. Go down the hallway and into the second door.” Sam then pushed himself off you and made his way to another women.
“Second door. Second door. Second do- Aha! Found you” You whispered to yourself and turned the door knob. You walked in and turned around to close the door.
You were immediately hit with a familiar perfume.
What?
Is that-
“Hey sweetheart.” A sultry voice was heard from behind you.
You spun on your heels and gasped.
There laid Natasha in a red lingerie with Louis Vuitton heels.
The sight sobered you up real quick.
“W-what are you doing here?.” You stuttered out, trying to keep your eyes from wandering.
“The boys asked me to give you a lap dance.” She got onto her hands and knees and crawled to the edge of the bed.
Once she was there, she was able to reach out and grab the collar of your black button up shirt.
“But I thought, why stop there?” She faked a pout and dragged her manicured nails down the length of your arms.
It was getting increasingly hard to breathe as the room felt like it was heating up.
In a quick motion, the sneaky spy pushed you onto the bed and straddled your lap.
Due to the alcohol still running through your veins, your face accidentally made its way into her barely covered breast.
Your hands instinctively landed on her hips as you pulled away from her chest.
“Nat I- we shouldn’t.”
Her pout once again made its way onto her lips.
“C’mon y/nn! It’ll be like old times.” Her dilated eyes stared into yours as you slowly began to break.
Natasha noticed that you were still hesitant and slowly began to grind into you.
“You haven’t been paying attention to me.” A soft moan left her lips as your hands made their way to her ass.
“I miss you daddy”
And with that, you flipped the position and brought her into a harsh kiss.
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“Do you Wanda Maximoff, take Y/n Y/ln to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part?“
“I do.” Wanda gleefully responded.
“Do you Y/n Y/ln, take Wanda Maximoff to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part?”
For a split second, you made eye contact with Natasha before you took a deep breath and smiled.
“What do you think you’re doing?” You calmly ask the red android after Wanda walked away.
“Good afternoon Ms. Y/ln. I was simply asking Wanda on a date.” Vision answered, not catching on to the malice in your words.
Oh.
“A date? With Wanda?” You almost wanted to laugh at the thought.
“Though she did not accept, I will keep trying.” He responded.
He’s optimistic and determined.
How can you destroy that?-
A grin made its way onto your face as you walked up to him and put your hand on his shoulder.
“How bout you stop by my room later and i’ll give you some ideas? You don’t even have to knock, just faze through. Does that sound good?”
“That’s a splendid idea Ms. Y/ln!” The hopefulness in his eyes made you almost feel bad.
Key word.
Almost.
You began to walk away and pulled out your phone.
Y/n: Room. Now.
Wanda: On my way! :))
God this was going to be fun.
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4 rounds in and she was still screaming like it was her first. You pounded harder into her dripping cunt as her moans spurred you on.
“You think he could make you feel like this?” You hissed out while her nails scratched your back harder.
“No no- only you baby.” Wanda sobbed out as she was getting close to another orgasm.
You quickly switched the position so that she was on top. You slapped her ass and out your hands on her bruised hips.
“You know what to do.” A whimper left her lips at your demanding tone.
Her hands made their way on your shoulders as she lifted her lips before slamming down.
You watched as her tits bounced with her movements and leaned in.
Taking a hard nippled in your mouth, you softly sucked on it.
One of Wanda’s hands made its way into your hair and pulled you closer to her chest.
“I’m all yours.” She moaned into your ear as her breath hitched.
“I have arrived Ms. Y/ln.” Vision fazed through the wall and a smirk appeared on your face.
You felt Wanda freeze on your lap.
“If you stop I won’t fuck you for a month.” Her eyes widened even more and after a moment of hesitation, she picked off where she left off and hid her face in the crook of your neck.
“Back off Vision, she’s mine.” You called out to the speechless robot.
“I’m sorry Vis-“ Her apology was cut off as a brutal moan made its way out her throat.
He quickly fazed out the room.
She wanted to feel bad, she really did.
But with your cock hitting all the right places, she just didn’t give a shit.
“I love you.”
And with that, her eyes slammed shut as her orgasm rippled through her.
“Fuck” An angelic voice hissed out in front of you. Snapping your eyes up as a smirk made it’s way onto your face.
“At least act like you’re happy to me lizzie” You teased, knowing the brunette’s patience was running thin.
“I mean, you sounded pretty happy last time.” Your voice dropped an octave, remembering how lovely her skin was against yours. You could hear her breath hitch before she cleared her throat. It was all music to your ears.
“Get lost.” She grunted out, wanting this conversation to end as quick as possible. She turned her seat to face the bar tender. The blasting music already giving her a headache.
“Darling I was here first.” She rolled her eyes before ordering another drink.
“Where’s bobbie?” I casually asked. “Shouldn’t he know not to leave a pretty girl by herself.”
“His name is Robbie.” Elizabeth raised her voice, anger dripping out on her words. “And he’s around.”
I hummed out in thought before downing a shot.
5..
4..
3..
2..
She quickly grabbed my wrist and sped walked to the nearest bathroom.
1..
“One last time..” She breathed out as the door slammed shut. I pushed her against the wall as her arms went around my neck. I slithered a knee between her legs and pressed it against her core. Her gasp was swallowed by the kiss she pulled me into.
The kiss soon made its way up her neck. As soon as my lips made it to her ear, i bit her earlobe.
“I’m gonna eat you alive.” I rasped out and fell to my knees and bunched her dress up. The white piece of cotton now dripping wet. I slowed my movements down and placed my index finger over her clit, beginning to rub small circles. Her hips bucked into my hand as her hands made their way into my hair.
“Y/n i swear to god if you don-” Her rant was cut short as i ripped her panties off and attached my lips to her needy clit. She whimpered loudly while i kicked up her slit before going back to her clit.
She pushed my head farther into her pussy and released a moan as she tried grinding into my tongue.
“Stay still.” I rasped out while holding her hips down. She whined as she struggles against my grip.
I stood back up and slammed my lips against hers. When she was least expecting it, i thrusted 2 fingers into her tight cunt. A loud yell of my name left her swollen lips.
“Look at how well you take me” i whispered into her ear as her cries grew louder the deeper i went inside her. My thumb pressed into her clit.
“Y-y/n i’m close” Elizabeth moaned out, her walls tightening against my fingers. Her thighs began to tremble and tried closing but i just pushed them apart farther. Her dilated pupils met mine when she chased my lips. She bit my bottom lip while backing away.
Her orgasm hit her out of nowhere. A scream bubbled out of her throat as the pleasure overwhelmed her senses. She tightened against your fingers, making it hard to move.
Once she has calmed down, I removed my fingers and placed them against her lips. She parted her lips and welcomed my digits with her tongue. She let out a soft moan and continued to suck on my soaked fingers.
Once we both cleaned up, we exited the bathroom.
“Oh hey Lizzie! I’ve been looking for you” Robbie approached us while her cheeks started to redden. He wrapped his arms around her waist.
“I accidentally spilt a drink on her so I was helping her clean up.” I smoothly lied to his face, having to bite back a cheeky smirk.
“I’ll see you around Elizabeth.” I called out while walking to the exit, knowing she would stop by my house later.
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