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.”
Hearing a laugh track the moment you woke up was never a good thing.
After a while of dating Wanda the laugh track started to seem like an alarm telling you that she was feeling bad. Wanda had always been connected to sitcoms and would watch them when something bad happened.
“Morning” you said trying to start a conversation and letting your girlfriend know that you are awake.
Wanda didn’t say anything but you knew that she acknowledged that you were there. It wasn’t often that she wouldn’t respond to you but you knew what that meant.
She was engrossed in her thoughts.
As you moved closer you could see a pained look in her eyes. This was worrying.
You feel her hold your hand. That simple movement had made you feel a bit better, knowing that her worrying thoughts were not about you.
It was very common for you two to hold hands but it was always made you feel more relaxed.
You sat in silence for a bit not wanting to pressure her into talking despite how much you wanted to talk to her about what was bothering her. She was one of the most important people in your life and had already been through so much, like her parents, Pietro, and what hydra did to her.
After sitting with her in silence for about ten minutes she told you “I love you.”
“I love you too”
You didn’t need to exchange anymore words because those were enough. They weren’t words that Wanda would tell to many people and it meant a lot that she would tell you them.
Summary:after Wanda comes back from a month-long mission, you treat her to something special. not before she is a little brat to you.
Autor note: keep in mind this is the first time I have written anything smut related, so bear with me. Always appreciate comments to improve my writing.
Wanda’s back hit the wall behind her forcibly as your hands were planted next to her head, and your larger frame dwarfs hers. Heat spiking at her core when your burning eyes filled her vision. Wanda had just come back from a month-long mission, and guessing from your reaction; you had missed her.
You weren’t good at expressing your feelings, but you had quickly opened up to the little witch. The only people you were close to besides Wanda were Natasha and Bucky. Even then, would everybody besides Wanda be scared to have you looming over them. The redhead just smiled at you.
“hey.” Wanda gave you one of her famous blinding smiles, tacking your guard down in seconds. She could see your shoulders sag, the hands next to her face dropping to her waist as you pulled her flush against you. Your lips smash against hers in a passionate kiss. When you pulled away, she was breathless. Resting your foreheads against each other, you take in her send and completely relax.
“you’re back safe.” The relief in your voice makes Wanda tear up. You were so much more than a weapon Hydra wanted you to be, and moments like this proved it to her.
“I’m okay, and I’m home.” She relaxes into you and swings her arms around your shoulders, hugging you close. The arms around Wanda’s waist picked her up, and instinctively, she wrapped her legs around your body. Wanda was quick to kiss you again. Not being able to resist her, you lost yourself in her taste. You hear the door behind you open; however, you don’t pay any attention to it, too busy enjoying your girlfriend’s kisses.
Sadly the person at the door wouldn’t leave the two of you alone, and she was adamant about ruining your reunion with your girlfriend.
“Hey, lovebirds! Stark is holding a party to celebrate a successful mission. Being there is mandatory, as of orders from Captain America.” Natasha’s voice cut straight through your happy mood like one-off kate’s arrows cuts through the air. The heavy sight leaving your body as you look over Wanda’s shoulder to Natasha makes both women giggle.
“Do I have to go? Technically I wasn’t part of this mission, so….” Your sentence trails off as you look at Wanda.
“fear so, love, ‘cause if I have to go, you are going with me,” Wanda says with a bit of a pout, knowing what it would do to you. Natasha and Bucky often joked about how whipped you were for your girlfriend. Sam once tried it, and he ended up with a black eye and a busted lip.
“Fine.” You made sure both women were aware of your displeasure about the situation, but your answer did get Wanda to smile, so not all was lost. Natasha quickly left after that, knowing she shouldn’t push her luck with you two. Sometimes the two off you would forget other people existed, and she had seen her fair share of the two of you and didn’t need to see anything more.
At the part, you keep mostly to yourself. Finding a spot at the corner of the bar where you can watch everything but people leave you alone is the first thing you do when coming to stuff like this. From your spot, you keep an eye on Wanda. It isn’t that you don’t trust Wanda, and it’s more that you don’t trust the men around her. Call it possessive if you want, but you have seen one too many guys trying to seduce Wanda right in front of you, and it was just the way you were built. Life has taught you that you have to protect what is yours and close to your heart.
Luckily for everyone, you weren’t alone today in your brooding, and Bucky had joined you at the bar. You don’t know how Natasha did it, but you don’t ask the question, and neither does he. Both of you knew that your girlfriends had wrapped you around their delicate fingers. So the both of you enjoyed your drink in silence, watching your girlfriends dancing with one another.
A growl leaves you when you see a boy you don’t know hover around Wanda. He seems to be a couple years older than Peter, still green behind his ears. He keeps hovering around, shooting her side glances as he gets close to her. For the time being, keeps yourself at bay. He hasn’t done anything to harm her besides being a creep.
You snap, however, when he lays his hands on her waist and tries to pull her closer to him. Wanda is quick to pull away and level him with a glare. This, however, doesn’t seem to deter him and only spurs him on. Wanda keeps whimpling off his advances.
Standing up from your seat, you sneak your way over to them. You can now hear the boy trying to convince her to leave with him.
“come on, baby. I promise you will have an amazing time.” Wanda was getting bored and fed up with this boy who didn’t understand the word no. she was about to tell him off when she felt you getting closer. Wanda knew you were the jalouse type. Being looked at by another person any way you didn’t like. It could be enough for her to be fucked into the mattress. However, she first had to get rid of this guy for that to happen.
“no! I am here with somebody.” The guy really didn’t know how much fire he was playing, and she couldn’t tell if it was brave or stupid. Either way, it would get his ass kicked next wat to Sunday if he kept pushing.
“forget him. I can give you a better time than he ever could.” Maybe it was just his drunkness that caused him to be this brass.
The guy tried to grab Wanda’s arm again when she was pulled back into a broad chest and became surrounded by a very familiar scent.
“hi,” she smiled up at them when they smiled back down at her. (Y/N)’s smile made Wanda melt into her embrace like nobody else was around her. No matter what everybody thought, she knew you were nothing but a big softy for her.
“hi.” You used one swift move to turn Wanda around, so you were between her and the guy and tacking over her whole field of vision. The guy, however, didn’t seem to get the hint Wanda was off-limits. Your happy mood with Wanda was crushed when he tapped your shoulder, and you reluctantly turned around. Wanda had to laugh at the scowl you were showing.
Wanda knew how much you hated people who interrupted your time together; add that to your jealousy, and people would get it. Keeping your hands on Wanda, you turn around with her snuggled in your side.
“Yes?!” your voice was harsh and your stare cold. Wanda now knew for sure it had to be his drunkness that caused this scene because he glared back at you.”
“excuse me, but I was talking to the lady?.” He was trying to play the knight in shining armour, but the only shiny armour he would be getting was your fist in his face.
“and the lady told you no. so beat it! I’m trying to have a moment with MY girlfriend.” You growl. He seemed to want to argue with you more but shut up when you levelled him with another glare. He walked away while staring at the ground and left you and Wanda alone.
“thank you,” Wanda said as she stood on tows and gave you a chaste kiss on the lips, letting it linger just a little longer to get you fired up. When she feels your hands settle on her waist, she knows she got you where she wants you. You even growled when Wanda pulled away.
“you want to get out of here.” it wasn’t a question, but Wanda contemplated the idea. Pushing your buttons in doing so, and Wanda so loved you riled up.
You lead Wanda toward the elevator after giving a quick goodbye to the rest of the Avengers. Natasha and Bucky give you a knowing smirk. Knowing fully well why you and Wanda are leaving early, you know that they will tease you relentlessly during the next training.
The moment the two of you step into the elevator, you tell FRYDAY to go to your shared floor. As you do this, Wanda casually leans against the wall as she, rests her head against it and shows off her cleavage. She could be such a brat sometimes. You raise an eyebrow at her daring her to say something to get her in trouble even more.
“Something funny?” you ask.
“nothing. Just like the jalouse look on you.” Wanda confesses with a bratty smirk on her face.
“you think it’s funny how people look at you? Undressing you with their eyes like you are theirs.” You cage her in with your arms as she leans further into the wall. Claiming her lips hard and tearing a moan out of her. Wanda tries to chase you, pulling away, but you keep her pint. A little whine leaves her as she looks up at you with big puppy eyes.
“who do you belong to?” you ask her, lips inches apart. You could nearly get drunk on her scent alone and one whiff of her natural scent, and you would forget what you are doing. Even now, you had to fight to just give in to Wanda.
Who. Do. You. Belong. To.” You emphasise every word as you stare her down. You saw her eye flare the longer she didn’t answer. She could be such a brat sometime. You let your hands gently trail up her bare leg, not one to back down from a challenge. Her breath staggers the closer you get to her centre. Just as you would touch her damp panties, you steer your hand away from them. A whimper leaves her, and you look at her with a wicked smile.
“who do you belong to.” You can see her fighting, so give in, but a small swipe over her clothed clit makes her cave as she grabs onto your shoulder and buries her head in your chest.
“you! I belong to you!” Wanda cries out. Getting frustrated with how much you touched her and yet how little really touching you did. The moment the words left her mouth, you pick her up and her skirt bunches up around her waist, causing her core to rub against your abs. Ripping another string of moans from her.
“that you are, little girl. Only I get to undress you and get to enjoy your taste.” You kiss her hard and then walk toward your room when the elevator opens. Knowing the way by pure memory, you don’t even have to break your kiss with Wanda
Once inside, you drop your Wanda on the bed. Her hands grab the comforter as she looks at you with lust-filled eyes. You stroll to your dresser that holds all your toys. In the meantime, you tell Wanda to strip, and she doesn’t waste any time doing so. The little minx always knew how to push your buttons, only to retreat into her good girl persona. The girl was trouble, but she was yours, and you wouldn’t change anything about her.
You grab her favourite strap and a small bullet vibrator from your toybox. For being such a small thing, it packed quite a punch. Having thrown Wanda over the edge with no other stimuli on many occasions.
You found Wanda naked and spread out on the bed just like you wanted her. Apparently, you weren’t acting fast enough cause you watched her hand come close to her dripping cunt to Wanda.
In an instant, you are at her side. You grip her hands in one of yours and secure them above her head while looming over her. Also, spreading her legs apart with yours without giving her any friction. The hand that isn’t holding hers descends upon one of her nipples.
“what do you think you are doing, little girl?” the vibration of your words sent shivers down her spine, making her whine in frustration. Her eyes are hazed over, letting you know how far gone she already is. As your fingers keep playing with her nipples, you see her hips rase in search of friction. Letting her struggle for a couple more seconds before you repeat your question.
“please… please fuck me.” Wanda wails out as she feels you come closer to her clit. You see her cunt clench around nothing, and you know she is already close. Taking pity on her, you don’t push her much further.
“Whatever you wish, princess.” You breathe into her ear before capturing her mouth and driving her even wilder. She latches her lips onto you like a woman starved as you continue to circle her clit with the vibrator. A broken cry leaves her between kisses as her breathing becomes more laboured.
You watch her build and build toward her release, and just when you knew she would brake, you pulled away and stopped all contact. A high pitched whine left her as she tried to regain some friction.
“Why did you stop? Did I do something wrong?” Wanda’s brain was foggy, and keeping thoughts straight was difficult. Had she done something to upset you? Would you leave her? You saw the tears build in her ears and immediately bent down to comfort her. If there was one thing you couldn’t stand, it was Wanda crying.
“you did everything, perfect princess. I just want you to come with my cock buried deep inside you, and I want to feel you come undone around it as I hold you.” Your words turn into moans as she grabs your shoulders to steady herself.
You move your hips a couple of times against her centre to lube the strap before you line it up.
“you ready, princess.” You ask teasingly, knowing she is desperate.
“shut up and fuck me already,” Wanda grumbles. Instead of answering, you enter her in one swift motion. You almost glide into her with how wet she was without any resistance.
It wasn’t long before she was on edge again. She buried her nails into your shoulders as if reading herself to fall off a cliff.
“it’s alright. Let go. I got you. Come for me, princess.” You whisper into her ear. You feel her body stiffen as her orgasm rips through her as she lets go. A heavy moan rattles through your brain at the same time. As the last shocks rock through her body, you gently pull out of her. Shushing her as she whimpers. The moment the strap is out of her, she sags into the mattress and looks at you with the most adorable eyes.
Jumping off the bed, you threw the strap somewhere to clean later and went into the bathroom for a washcloth to clean Wanda. As the cloth came into contact with her sensitive skin, she flinched. You comforted her the whole process, and once you finished, the fabric met the same fate as the strap. Once you lay back down on the bed, Wanda snuggled into you immediately. Her head rested on your chest as she swung a leg around you.
After catching her breath, Wanda looked up at you with big eyes.
“you didn’t get to finish.” It was heartwarming to hear her think about you, even in her exhaustion.
“that’s okay, princess, today was about you. There is always tomorrow.” You say as you see her eyes getting heavier with sleep.
“I love you, Wanda”, you whisper in her ear as you draw the comforter over the two of you.
“I love you two,” Wanda says before she falls asleep snuggling into you.
a/n: my little cousin came up with the title dw i did not let her read this story
It is so quiet you begin to wonder whether you’re the only one left on the planet. You’re standing on the beach, but there is no ocean in sight, just miles of wet sand ahead of you. You see a fish flapping its scaly body around, left behind by the water that not long ago gave it life. The fish was instinctively trying to survive. You could no longer relate to the small animal. It was fighting to live. You have no fight left in you. You’re ready to succumb to the inevitability of the approaching storm, the tsunami. You know it’s coming. Where else would the ocean have gone? It left, built itself up, and is now on its way back in full force, to ruin you. To destroy all that you have built.
You look over your shoulder in search of higher ground. You see what looks like dozens of buildings, but they’re not really buildings. They’re sketches of buildings; your sketches. And they’re all burning. The flames are huge and they’re only getting bigger as they close in on you. You turn your head back around and face the sand. You know you can only go forward if you want to get away from the fire, but before you can move you notice the ocean has decided it was time to come back. You watch, paralysed, as its waves slowly rise over the horizon.
It feels like the ground shakes beneath your feet as your hands shoot to the sides of your head. You crouch down into an almost-fetal position at the unexpected ear-piercing screeching of a siren blast erupting through the air. It’s so loud your ears are having trouble getting used to it even once the initial shock of the unforeseen sound subsides. Impossibly, the siren is drowned out by an almost animal-like roar sounding from the growing wave in front of you.
You’re stuck.
You don’t want to turn around out of fear of what you might see, but you can feel the burning heat on your back, which must mean the fire has spread and is now dangerously close to you. You shut your eyes, and continue to crouch, resting your head on your knees and wrapping your arms around your head. The sirens continue to blast, barely silenced by the arms covering your ears, as you are enveloped in darkness - the wave towering over you blocking out the sun. You brace yourself for impact, but it never comes.
You were expecting to either be engulfed by flames or by the crashing waves. Instead, in a snap, you find yourself on a little wooden boat. The orange-pink hues of the sunset are reflecting against the calm, quiet ocean as your boat gently rocks with the tide. Just a second ago your heart felt like it was about to give out, but now you are overcome by calmness. The ocean, the same ocean that threatened to drown you a second ago, is now cradling you.
Your brain doesn’t even think to question the strangeness of the situation. You’re in a trance, brain empty, as you stare ahead at the setting sun. The crashing sense of anguish no longer overwhelming your senses.
You’re too distracted to notice the chain around your ankle. Too distracted to see the weight that the chain is attached to. You don’t notice the hole at the side of your boat, and you don’t feel the water as it comes in contact with your bare feet. The danger is slowly creeping in but the sunset setting over the horizon is holding you hostage with its hypnotizing beauty. The false sense of safety remains throughout. Your eyes do not blink, they do not move as your whole body becomes submerged underwater. Only once your eyes are forced shut by the salty water do you snap out of it. You start kicking your feet in a desperate attempt to swim up but the weight around your ankle is too heavy, it continues to pull you down towards the seabed as your lungs fill with the freezing cold water. Your muffled screams are the last thing you hear before the world stops entirely.
Your eyes shoot open, and you sit up in bed as you start gasping for air. You feel your hands shake as you attempt to get up and stand on your unsteady legs. The room is dark and your chest hurts from your heaving lungs. Placing your hand over your heart you feel its violent beating, as you use your other hand to hold onto the railing and walk down the stairs. Covered in a thin layer of sweat and gasping for air, you’re careful not to trip over Teresa’s shoes as you grab your hoodie and slowly make your way outside. The cold air of the night sends a shiver down your spine and the shock of it seems to calm the anxiety caused by your dream. As you stare up at the stars, you manage to take in a deep breath for the first time since you woke up. The moon is full and bright, but your attention is brought to the neighbouring house as a light turns on in one of the upstairs rooms.
“Fuck it.” you say to no one, as you reach down to pick up one of the pebbles that decorate May’s flower bed. Hoisting your body up on the tall fence that separates your houses in hope of getting better aim, you expertly throw it at the window. You watch as soon after the curtains open and a man comes into view and begins to open the window.
A string of curses leaves your mouth as you let yourself fall off of the fence, wincing at the pain that shoots through your leg when your body makes impact with the ground. You duck, pressing your body into the fence hoping he didn’t see you in the dark night. You hear the window close and sigh as you rest your tired body on the ground. The grass is wet with dew as you relax onto it. Feeling it tickle the back of your neck, you look up at the stars again. The lack of light pollution covers the night skies beautifully with little lights. Stars exploding millions of light-years away. You’re trying not to think about the nightmare you just had, pressing your palm against your chest again you note that your heart no longer feels like it’s trying to punch its way through your rib cage. Eventually, the coldness of the night becomes uncomfortable, and make your way back to the house.
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The next day you wake up determined. Determined to leave it all behind. Finally, get closure and move on with your life. You think about Kate. The girl that has stood by your side throughout all of this. The one who has loved you in ways you were never able to reciprocate. You think about how much you want to be able to love her the way she loves you. You have to do this not only for yourself and your own wellbeing but also for her, for the life you and she could have. You need to find a way to close this long and painful chapter of your life. You need to at least try to make things work.
The first step is to leave the house, and go out into the garden. The fence separating your house and Wanda’s is slightly taller than you, made of thick dark brown wood, with only a small space between each panel. The space is big enough for you to see movement on the other side as you sit out on the porch with a cup of hot tea in hand. From what you can make out Wanda is in the garden. She’s wearing a summer hat which you find odd considering it’s the middle of autumn and the sun is hidden behind grey clouds.
Your annoyance continues to increase steadily as your mind works, tirelessly trying to come up with a way to approach her. You saw Daniel leave a few minutes ago so now is the perfect chance but you just can’t seem to get up from your chair. You wonder if she knows you’re watching her. She used to tell you she could always feel when you were around. She said it felt like attaching a magnet to a fridge. The satisfying pull of the two things meant to be together, madeto be together. The thought of just walking up to her like you used to do when you were younger crosses your mind. Just walk up to her, and squish your face between two of the planks of wood on the fence between you. Make a stupid face. Hear the laugh you haven’t heard in years. Now you’re sad. Feeling this many emotions within such little time doesn’t seem normal. You try to ignore it and place your cup down before you head over to the fence.
Now or never.
You’re chanting you can do this with each step you take. Closer. Closer. The closer to the fence you are the easier it is to see her, she takes your breath away just like she used to when you were younger. Taking a deep breath, trying to control your thoughts you remind yourself she isn’t yours anymore. You are not allowed to feel these things for a married woman. The only thing you’re here for is to patch things up and move on.
Move on. You lean against the fence and knock on it.
She turns around, slightly startled by the knock. You don’t say a word. Only look at her. There’s a silent exchange between the two of you. A lot is said without anything being said at all.
I miss you. I hate you. Why did you leave?
I miss you. I love you. I’m sorry.
You see the sadness in her eyes.
“Can we talk?” the words barely reach your ears as they escape your mouth, and you hope she heard them, you only have so much strength and you don’t want to waste it.
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She stands by the front door as you make your way through the gate and walk to her. Her hands are covered in dirt and mud as she awkwardly plays with the shears in her hands. The tension in the air is thick and you begin to wish you just booked the first plane to Amsterdam and never looked back. That might have been a better option.
You sit on one of the stools in the kitchen leaning your forearms on the cold marble counter as Wanda washes the dirt off her hands. The house looks exactly the same as it did the last time you were here. The stool you’re sitting on has a slight crack on its side from the time Wanda knocked it over. You try not to think about that night. Remembering the vulnerability you showed her, the way you cried, and begged for her to stay only for her to still leave anyway. It makes you feel stupid, embarassed.
“Would you like some tea?”
It’s the first full, clear sentence Wanda has said to you in years. Ignoring the limited and muttered ‘yes’ and 'hello’ she spoke to you on your way here. Her voice is more mature, raspier, deeper, and her accent is more prominent than it used to be. It sends a shiver down your spine.
“No thank you, I just had some.” you cringe at the formality of the interaction.
She nods and fidgets by the sink clearly unsure of what to do.
“Can you come sit?”
She moves the bar stool back a little so as to not be too close to you, and sits down.
“Why are you wearing a straw hat in autumn?” you ask lightheartedly, trying to smile as sincerely as you can. Desperate to ease the awkwardness of the situation. Touching her is second nature to you and you have to consciously stop yourself from reaching out and moving a loose strand of hair out of her face as she speaks.
“My hair is messy.”
You thought being this close to her again, talking to her again, would hurt. But all you feel is desire. Want. You want to touch her. To hold her. Kiss her. You want to run your hand through her messy hair. It’s blond now, and it looks beautiful. She looks beautiful to you, she always has. You want to tell her. You want to whisper it in her ear while your fingers are knuckles deep inside her. You want to hear her moan and feel her squirm under you. You want to feel the way she would clench around your fingers. You want to tease her and pull out right before. You want to taste her. You want to feel her around your tongue and taste her as you finally let her cum.
She clears her throat and fidgets under your intense gaze.
“Sorry.” you mumble.
“It’s okay. I missed you looking at me like that.” she admits as she looks into your eyes. The green in them seems darker than it used to be.
“Like what?” there’s a teasing undertone to the way you’re speaking and a part of you is trying to remind you this isn’t what you came here for. A part you easily ignore as you get lost in her presence.
There’s a look of want that flashes over Wanda’s features before she stands up abruptly and moves further from you.
“Stop.” she says but the conviction isn’t there and you both notice.
“I really did come here to talk.” you copy her actions and stand up. “I just-” you were about to say something else, something you don’t want her to know, how deeply you have missed her, instead, you smirk and say “I’m having trouble concentrating.”
“I thought you hated me.” she ignores your comment.
“I do.” you nod your head as you are reminded of the reason why she would think that. The softness you felt when you first saw her, the need, is pushed to the side by the feeling of betrayal and anger that has clouded you for years. “I hate you so much. I hate you for what you did. I blame you. You could have come with me. We both know it.”
She shakes her head, trying to deny it but as she opens her mouth to try to defend herself no words come out.
You step closer to her. There is no malice in your voice. “I gave you an out and you chose him instead of me.” only sadness, betrayal, and pain.
“I would never choose him over you.” she takes a step back.
“But you did.” you step forward again.
“Ichoseyour happiness over mine.” There are tears flowing down her face now and you’re trying hard not to let your own follow.
“That wasn’t your choice to make.” You’re trying hard not to get angry. You didn’t come here to fight.
You pause and wait for her to speak, seeing that she isn’t you go on.
“Are you happy?” you ask sincerely.
She bites her lip as if trying to suppress a sob, and shakes her head.
You take one more step forward and this time she doesn’t move away. You bring your hand up to her face and she looks up at you as you wipe away her tears.
“Please don’t cry.”
Her eyes close shut as she tries to stop the tears from flowing and when she opens them again you feel everything. All the shyness, awkwardness, love, pain. All of it. All the things that have made you love her mixed with all the pain you have gone through because of her. It’s like your body is on autopilot, you don’t realise what you’re doing until Wanda releases a shaky breath before she melts into the kiss.
It’s soft at first. You’re trying to make up for lost years as your lips move against hers. You’re trying to be the comfort she lost, be the love she doesn’t have. But then it shifts. The kiss becomes rougher and her hands grab hold of your shirt, she holds you closer and you feel her nails through the thin fabric as they dig into your back. Your tongues meet and the once soft kiss turns into a messy heated make out. You feel desperate for each other, and frustrated and angry at the stupidity of your younger selves. It is all felt in the kiss. It’s felt when Wanda drags you upstairs. And pushes you through the door of her old bedroom. You try to ignore the dull ache in your chest at the realisation that she chose this instead of the bed she shares with Daniel.
“Hat stays on?” you ask teasingly and trail kisses down to her collar bone.
It was meant to be a joke but it causes another tear to roll down her cheek. You came here to close the book of your story. You came here looking for a way to move on. But the second you heard her voice, the second she looked at you with her wide, sad eyes, she grabbed hold of your heart once again. And now continues to twist it with her words. “I’ve missed you.” her voice cracks, and you stop kissing her skin as you stand up straight again. She continues to hurt you in unimaginable ways. Ways you’ve never hurt before. She isn’t yours. You try to remind yourself. Still not allowing your gaze to stray lower, still not having the strength to look at the ring wrapped around her finger.
“I hate you for leaving.” you admit. “I wish you would have never come back.” you can’t help it. The words have been bubbling up inside you, waiting to burst. And so were the tears. You’re both crying now. Both for different reasons.
The pain of loving her has become a burden to you. Something Wanda always believed she was, and now the prophecy was coming true. Wanda’s tears pooled in her eyes, and slid down her cheeks once she realised just how much damage has been caused. The realisation that she made the wrong choice, the realisation that she hurt you, when all she wanted was to protect you, to keep you happy and taken care of, was tearing apart her heart. You were both broken, and it was her fault. The what-ifs take over her thoughts as she thinks of all the possible ways her life could have turned out if she trusted you just a little bit more. If she just took that chance with you. If she didn’t have the expectations of her parents weighing her down from the moment they found out they were having a baby girl.
“I wish I never left.” Wanda’s hands reach for yours. She’s still wearing that stupid hat. Her messy hair is covering parts of her face and your heart feels like it’s about to explode every time you look at her a bit too long. “I wish I would have just listened to you.”
“This hurts too much, Wanda.” you’re drowning. Her deep green eyes remind you of your dream, the deeper you got the greener the water you were drowning in was. You thought it was strange but now as you stand here staring into her eyes and feeling her pain, your dream suddenly makes perfect sense. “I don’t think we should do this.”
She looks at you confused and scared, silently begging you, please don’t go. You feel like your chest is collapsing in on itself, you don’t know how much longer you’ll be able to stand in her childhood bedroom, so close to her. In the heart of all the memories, all the love, and all the pain. The second you go to take a step back she surges towards you, wrapping her arms around your waist and hiding her face in the crook of your neck. You’re surprised by her strength as she holds you tighter than she ever has. “No.” she mumbles.
You keep your hands at your sides. “You have to let me go.” she doesn’t budge. You try to move away, get her to let go off you. You are starting to lose your composure again, you remind yourself why you came here in the first place. Get closure. Move on. Hurt less. Love Kate. Impossibly, her grip tightens. “Wanda, you’re married.” you remind her, your voice loud and unwavering for the first time since you entered this room.
“I don’t love him. You know I don’t. I hate him, I have hated him since the day I met him. I only love you. I always have and I always will.” she finally loosens her grip on you, and you take it as an opportunity to move back. Stepping away, you give her the ability to look into your eyes as she speaks her next words, “I’m in love with you.”
You look away from her quickly, wiping at the tears soaking your cheeks you stare at the pictures still stuck to the walls. “Don’t say that.”
There’s a picture that catches your eye, it’s of Wanda, you, and Kate. One of the rare times Wanda agreed to hang out with the two of you. For the most part, she kept her distance. Always coming up with some excuse. Kate would make a joke of it saying she’s glad, because at least she doesn’t have to be the third wheel. She didn’t know the truth about you and Wanda then. She only found out once you told her a couple weeks before you moved to America. She was slightly awkward about it when you told her. You have never seen her like that. You feared it was because Wanda was a girl, but when Kate confessed to you over the phone a few months later it all made sense. Maybe Wanda had a feeling.
“You guys still friends?” she asks, once she notices what you’re looking at.
“Yeah, she lived with me in Amsterdam for a while. She’s staying in the city now, studying law.”
“Are you together?” Wanda sits down on the edge of the bed as you walk over to get a better look at the pictures. It sounds like she’s scared of the question as it escapes through her lips.
“We want to be.” you hold the picture in your hand, and turn back around to face Wanda as you lean on the old desk.
“What’s stopping you?” you wish she hadn’t asked because there’s only one answer to that question.
“You.”
She scoffs.
“So you’re choosing between me and her then.”
“I’m not choosing anything. And I’m most certainly not choosing a married woman.” you put the picture down and try to control the volume of your voice.
“Stopping bringing that up. It doesn’t matter.”
“Oh, why haven’t you divorced him then? If it doesn’t matter.”
“You know that’s not how it works.” she gets up from the bed, and stands a couple steps in front of you.
“How the fuck does it work then, huh?”
She shakes her head, refusing to answer. Clearly not having an excuse for staying with him, just like she didn’t have an excuse for leaving.
“I hate you so much.” you say as you walk towards her. She’s stood between you and the door. You need to get out of this room.
“I love you.” she says again when she grabs your wrist and stops you once you try to walk past her.
“I don’t care.” you yank your arm out of her hold.
“You’re not leaving.” Wanda is quick to block your path as she steps in front of you when you once again attempt to walk past her.
“Fucking watch me.” you spit out, venom dripping from your tone and poisoning the air around you “Maybe then you’ll know what it feels like.”
“Stop,” you’re not sure if the crack was in her voice or in your heart. “I’ll do anything, please just don’t go.”
“I’m going to have to leave eventually.” You’re so tired. You’ve never spoken to her like this before, with so much hate. “You’re husband will be home soon.”
“Not like this, I don’t want you to leave like this. I don’t want to argue and I don’t want to fight.”
“What do you want then?”
“I want you to tell me you love me.”
You roll your eyes.
“I know you do. I need you to say it. I need to hear it.” She tries to hold your hands in hers but you move them away again. “Please”
“I don’t want to love you.” You say honestly, as you take a step back, needing to put some distance between the two of you. She’s too close. “It’s killing me.”
Wanda’s head lowers in defeat. She’s staring at the ground, her arms wrapped around herself, as tears stream down her face again.
“I only came here to patch things up between us. I want us to be normal. Two girls that used to be friends. Two neighbours. That is all.”
“We’ll never be just that, and you know it.” her voice is barely audible as her vocal cords strain from the pain in her soul.
“What are we going to be then? You just want to sneak around? And then what? Have kids with him, grow old with him, while I watch from the sidelines?”
You want to say you would drop everything in an instant to be with her if she was willing to leave him. But then you think about Kate and your heart aches. You don’t want to do that to her. She doesn’t deserve any of this.
“Would you leave him if I asked you to?”
“Are you asking me to?”
“Would you?”
Your body seems to be unable to feel any more pain, because when you see the hesitation in her eyes, and the lack of an answer she gives you, you only feel a strange sense of pride, like you won. You were right. Still, you don’t understand it.
“Are you really just staying with him because your parents said so? You are a grown woman Wanda.”
“My dad died.” she says and you’re taken aback not only by the news but by how monotone her voice is.
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“He said he wanted grandkids, that was one of his final wishes. He loved Daniel, said he would make a great father one day. He said I owe this to him, that I have to give him grandkids even if he won’t be around to meet them.”
“What’s he gonna do, he’s dead anyway.” you speak before you can stop yourself.
“My mother has gone crazy, all she does is talk about him, always asking if I’m pregnant.” she looks into your eyes, stares into your soul when she says “Daniel too.”
Everything goes quiet for a second. Your head spins from the way your pain mixes with the rage at the thought of Daniel hurting her.
“It’s just all this pressure, from all of them. And even if I divorce him, even if I leave, what would I do then? I have nothing to my name. All my possessions are his. He’s in charge of the money, and how I spend it. This house…” her voice cracks and more tears stream down her face as she frantically throws her hands up and motions around her, “It’s his. I’d end up homeless if I tried to leave.”
Neither of you says a word as you process the information she has just shared with you. You don’t have time to speak before she does.
“And you don’t want me.” you raise your eyebrow. “I’m not stupid. I see the way you look at me. You’re conflicted but one emotion wins over the rest. Resentment. You resent me.” she did always say she was good at reading you. “You want Kate.”
“How could you possibly know what I want?”
“I guess I know you better than you know yourself.”
“If you want to leave him, leave him. Kate knows some really good lawyers through her dad. We can help you.”
“I don’t want anything from her.” she crosses her arms over her chest and stands her ground.
“Stop being so stubborn and let me help you. I don’t want anything from this other than you being happy and getting to live the life you want to live.”
“The life I want to live is with you. And I want you to want that too. But you don’t. At least not entirely and that’s not good enough, I want you fully, I want you all in. I want you to love me like you used to. I want you to love me like I still do.”
“You really hurt me.” your brain speaks now, reminding your heart of the last couple of years. Reminding your heart why this cannot go on.
“I didn’t have a choice.”
“Bullshit. I came up with so many ways you could have gotten out of it.” the argument picks up again.
“Every one of those fucking ways jeopardised you and your life, and your happiness.” she steps closer to you and jabs at your chest with her pointer finger as she speaks.
“You were my life and my happiness, why can’t you understand that? I lost myself, my life, and my happiness the day I lost you.” you grab her hand to stop the way her fingers are digging into your sternum. “And you’re right, I do resent you for it. And I don’t know if I could ever love you knowing that you chose to do this to us.”
“It was never my intention to hurt you.” the quietness of her voice as she speaks contrasts the way your anger-filled tone previously filled the room.
You look to the door again, and then back to her. “Can you just hold me for a bit before you go?” she asks as she notices your growing desire to get away from her.
You nod your head and when she steps forward you wrap your arms around her. She rests her head in the crook of your neck again and you try to ignore the feelings her lips grazing against it ignite.
“I want to talk like normal people,” you admit. “I really don’t want to argue.”
Her hold around you tightens. “Do you really not love me anymore?”
You can hear the pain and fear in her voice.
“I’m so in love with you, it’s tearing me apart.” you make her look at you as you speak. “I cannot stand to see you with him. I won’t survive it.”
Your brain is screaming at you to not let her kiss you, to not let her pull you in. But your heart is aching and she’s the only one that can ease the pain. So when she leans forward, you let her. You let her connect her lips to yours. You let her tangle her hands in your hair and pull you closer. You can tell she’s desperate to feel you from the way it only takes a couple seconds for her to start tugging at your shirt and trying to undo the button of your jeans. You don’t stop her because you need her as much as she needs you. It’s the only thing you’re sure about.
Her hat is thrown onto the floor along with your clothes as you lay on top of her and press your lips to hers again. The frustration and anger that was present in your earlier kiss must have all been let out in the fight you had because this kiss, and the way she’s holding onto you is filled with something else entirely. You feel like you’re molding into one. The way you were always meant to be. She’s your missing piece and you are hers.
The desperation in the way she’s griding her hips up into yours makes your own arousal grow faster than it has in years. Sex wasn’t the same after she left. No one could satisfy you the way Wanda could. No one could fill that need. You forgot how good it felt. But now with her under you. With her messy hair and tired hooded eyes, with her perfect tits in your mouth. You know this is exactly where you are supposed to be. Exactly where you need to be. She moans in pleasure as you let your teeth graze over one of her hardened nipples while your hand pinches the other. You trail the path down with your mouth and feel like you’re in heaven when you finally taste her again.
“Fuck, I missed you so much.” you mumble before you lick up her wet slit. She sighs and holds your head closer to her. You begin to lick her clit feeling it harden against your tongue. You move lower and enter your tongue into her, feeling her coat your tongue and begin to drip down the back of your throat. You barely have time to start teasing her before she realises your plan and groans in frustration. Her grip on your hair tightens, and she wraps her legs around the back of your head, pulling you impossibly closer to her cunt.
“Just make me cum, it’s been too long,” she demands her voice low and her accent clear. It sends a shiver down your spine. You try to nod your head but it’s hard to move from how she’s holding onto you. So instead, you press your lips against her clit again and hum.
Most things are exactly how you remember them. Like the way she tastes, the way she moans your name. The way she holds onto you. The way her lips feel against yours. It all feels familiar, it all feels like coming home. But when she begins to rut into you, when she demands you “Hold your tongue out.” and grips your hair so much it hurts, you notice the change. She’s rougher than she used to be, the way she’s chasing her high, the way she’s moving with so much force it shakes the bed. It’s different. The intensity of her eagerness to cum is new.
She finally does and when she lets you go you pull away and breathe in. “Fuck,” you sigh out, “You almost killed me.” She doesn’t seem to register a word you said as she lays on the bed overcome with bliss. “You are so fucking hot,” you add as you leave kisses back up her stomach and finally meet her lips. You lay there and lazily kiss for a while. Time seems to move differently at that moment, you don’t know if it’s been minutes or hours. All you know is however long it’s been you’re glad that the time you spent was time spent with her. Maybe for the last time.
“When you said 'I missed you’ were you talking to me or my vagina?” she asks all of a sudden, and you burst out laughing at the unexpected question. “I’m serious.” she complains as she tries to get you to stop laughing.
Summary:After the events of almost destroying the multiverse, [Y/N] was accidentally forgotten by everyone instead of Peter. Watching her teammates and her girlfriend, Wanda, have fun without her breaks her heart.
[F/C] - Favorite color
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[Y/N] depressingly glooms inside of her apartment. She hates herself. She hates Mysterio. She hates the multiverse breaking apart. She misses her friends, the Avengers. She misses Wanda, her girlfriend.
Oh, Wanda. [Y/N] missed going to classes with her along with Pietro and Peter. She misses her warm hugs and breathtaking kisses. She misses those red fiery glowing eyes whenever they’re fighting an alien monster or a Hydra agent. She misses her cooking sessions with Wanda, and Vision. She misses how funny it is to look at Vision’s face whenever he’s third wheeling to anyone in the team.
Suddenly, [Y/N] felt hungry. Maybe she has been coped inside her new apartment for hours. Lazy to stand up, she used her powers to open the door of the refrigerator with flick of her wrist, [F/C] mist showing around the handle. Having telekinesis and energy manipulation is definitely the best thing ever. She can just move things using her mind without having to stand up.
Maybe it has been making her lazy recently. Although, she tries not to use it in public to avoid drawing attention.
The refrigerator is empty. [Y/N] groaned. She’s gonna have to buy groceries and eat outside instead. She quickly changed using her powers again and stood up to get her bag and apartment keys.
Before she leaves her apartment building, she made sure she locked all her door locks inside using her powers again. Being an Avenger made her quite alert and panicky when it comes to security. Wouldn’t want a random Hydra agent barge in her apartment.
She walkes in the busy street of New York, finding the nearest mini-grocery store shop as possible. However, it took her a while to find a mini-grocery store. Her apartment is too far away. She frowned. This street is way too familiar.
She looked up and sighed, “Of course.” It’s the Avengers Tower.
Trying not to mind it, she entered the store and went to buy whatever grocery she probably needs in the future.
After sometime, she has finally finished getting all the things she need. [Y/N] walked to the counter, eyes focused on the grocery basket she’s holding until someone accidentally bumped into her causing [Y/N] to let go of the basket.
What-
The person that bumped into her was laughing but immediately died down when they knew they accidentally knocked someone.
“Oh, I’m so so sorry. Here let me help you.” A familiar voice was heard.
Wanda.
[Y/N] doesn’t care about the groceries in the basket anymore. She stared at Wanda as she helps her gather the fallen items. “Really, I’m truly sorry. I didn’t see where I was going.”
[Y/N] didn’t say anything and continued to gaze at her. Her eyes darted at the back of Wanda, seeing Pietro and Peter stand awkwardly behind her, watching everything unfold.
Pietro and Peter. Her other two best friends in the Tower. She misses them so much as well. She misses the pranks the four of them pull to the Avengers. She misses how chaotic and loud it would get in the Tower whenever the four of them are together.
[Y/N] slowly stand up the moment Wanda stood up and reached out her grocery basket to her. “Thanks.” The only one word she could mutter right now. She could feel Wanda staring at her.
She’s so beautiful. [Y/N] badly wants to embrace her, kiss her, and tell her everything that happened. If only Wanda could read her mind, she would understand. But she can’t, [Y/N] somehow has the power that no one or nothing can ever read her mind.
Their awkward silence was interrupted when Peter suddenly gasped, “No way! You’re a Star Wars fan?!”
[Y/N] was confused at first, “Oh!” She looked at the shirt she’s wearing. A Star Wars T-shirt, gifted by Peter Parker himself. “Yeah, I…uhhh…this was gifted to me by my best friend.”
“Your friend made a good choice for the t-shirt.” Peter ecstatically replied.
She then looked at Pietro and noticed the bracelet she made for the four of them. She quickly glanced at Wanda and Peter’s wrist too, the bracelet was there as well. I’m glad they still wear it.
“So…what’s your name?” Pietro asked as he smiled. Oh, he’s definitely flirting. Peter then elbowed him.
[Y/N] laughed. “My name is [Y/N].” Internally, she’s dying. She didn’t see the day that she has to introduce herself again to her best friends.
Pietro was about to reply back until Peter cut him off. “So, you seem like our age. What school do you go to?”
Oh right. College. University. She almost forgot about that stuff. If it’s not too late, maybe she can send in her applications late.
“Actually, I was supposed to go to a Uni or a college but I forgot to submit my application.”
Wanda laughed, “How can you forget submitting?”
[Y/N] shrugged, “I don’t know. It must’ve slipped out of my mind since I was dealing with some…personal problems.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Was all that Wanda could mutter.
“Don’t be. Besides, I don’t think college is for me anyways.” For the first time in her entire life, [Y/N] hates that she has psionic resistance. She can’t turn it off. Even though its a great advantage because no one can read her mind, it’s also a great disadvantage that Wanda can’t look through her mind and know everything that happened.
[Y/N] suddenly pretended to be in great shock and made her jaw dropped, “Wait a minute, you guys are the Avengers!”
“Busted~” Pietro sang and the four of them laughed.
[Y/N] realized that being a sudden stranger to them is so awkward and doesn’t know how to continue a conversation because their old conversations are always about stuff that no one but them knows.
She could already feel tears starting to form in her eyes, “I’ll get going now. Don’t wanna impose in your Avenger stuff.”
Wanda stared at her until she replied back, “Yeah, okay. Then, we’ll see you around.”
“Yeah, see you around [Y/N]!” Peter said.
[Y/N] turned their back on them and went towards the cashier to pay for the stuff she bought.
She went back to her apartment to place down the grocery bags she bought.
She quickly turned invisible and went outside her apartment to fly towards the tall Avengers tower. Going to the floor that they all used to hang out together, she hovered outside the window and wondered what could they be doing right now.
This may seem weird or creepy but she just wants to see them for the last time.
She arrived at the scene at the exact moment. Wanda, Pietro, and Peter are already inside the tower and talking with the other Avengers.
A bittersweet smile formed in [Y/N] ’s face. The people who she can see are Wanda, Pietro, Peter, Tony, Natasha, Steve, Clint, Bruce, Thor, Bucky, Sam, Loki and Vision.
Some were goofing around the kitchen table, some were having a laugh in the living room. The others are watching TV. Peter is currently running around the tower as Loki chase after him.
It’s a shame she can’t hear what they’re all saying and talking about. It would be a great joy to hear their voices once again. But then again, it is her fault that things are this way.
Tears continue to fall as she watches Vision come closer to Wanda and kiss her. She doesn’t know how the two got close and started dating but she is both angry yet happy. Angry because the love of her life is with someone that isn’t her. Happy because Wanda is happy. Wanda’s happiness makes [Y/N] happy.
Looking back, she suddenly felt grateful and joyous of all the things she experienced with them. At time of joy, they are all together. Even at times of despair, the Avengers are unbreakable. They always find a way to console each other and help those who were fallen.
As for someone who also has the power to turn invisible, she doesn’t really feel invisible whenever she’s around Wanda and the Avengers. They made her feel at home and at peace, even though their life consists of fighting villains and bad guys all the time.
Her new home might look peaceful since she is living alone. But it’s not the same as it was before. She has no one to bicker with, train with, or share a laugh with.
[Y/N] was accustomed of the living with the Avengers. A life full of adventures, chaos, and a bit loud environment. The recent events have made her realize how super grateful she was for having them.
[Y/N] realized that she has been hovering in the air too long that she can feel the tears dry already. She wiped the remaining ones and left.
Maybe it is best if they just forget her forever. As long as her family is happy, then she’s happy. It only hurts to always know that they’ll never remember her ever again.
Summary:You just wanted to drink away your midterms, instead you catch the eyes of some of the most prominent people in the country.
Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader (alludes to)
Genre: Dark intro fic
Word Count:5.8k
Warnings: Murder, Blood, kidnapping, Magic Use, Weapon Use
*Let me know if I missed anything*
A/N: This is going to be a *DARK* fic. It won’t always be blunt with the dark themes, different scenes will be written in a lighter tone even if it has to do with dark themes. There isn’t actual smut, but there are allusions to sexual themes.. BUT there will be plenty of smut down the line (;
This defintely got longer than anticipated BUT had to give the sarcastic, sassy, and hilarious Wipsy (reader insertnickname) a good start (: Hopefully you guys like it!!
Warnings: Ageplay (Think that’s it, let me know if I missed anything)
A/N: This is the last of the Chronicles! Thank you guys for sticking around, and if you haven’t gotten the chance to read them all then the other 6 volumes are linked below.
Hopefully you all fell in love with the sweetest little toy like I have
***Minors DNI***No Smut rn but this is an 18+ Universe***
You were so happy that midterms were over, and that you were finally back with your favorite people. The three of them sent random videos and updates throughout the week but it wasn’t the same. Spending the week with Peter was so much fun though and you absolutely loved how smart he was, and how much he didn’t care about the ban on junk food.
Wanda had decided that the four of you should take a weekend trip to celebrate so you were in the back with Kate as Natasha drove you all towards a small house outside the city. “We’re almost there gi-” As the witch turns around to look at you two she notices that you’re sleeping, her eyes flash scarlet as she quickly takes a peek at your dreams. Filled with dinosaurs and puppies she shares a nervous look with the ginger as she pulls into the driveway.
The widow walks around the car, watching as Kate is directed by Wanda to help carry the bags, before slowly opening your door. Kneeling down she pushes the hair out of your face, rubbing your cheek softly. “Cmon little detka, we’re here.” Watching you with a smile as you start waking up, rubbing your face against the palm of her hand.
A whine tears through your lips, muffled, as you try to hide from the setting sun. “Sleepy Daddy.”
Natasha sighs, slipping her arms under you as she lifts you up. You curl up in her arms, burying your face, whimpering with each rustling step. The ginger shushes you as she steps through the threshold of the house, chuckling as she watches Kate run around excitedly. Letting you slip down her body, you plop down as the door closes.
You watch with a pathetic look on your face as the other three start figuring out what to have for dinner. It’s the archer’s excessive pouting for delivery pizza that gets interrupted by a computerized voice, “Welcome home Rushman and Red Mist. I have scanned and I recognize Little Hawk is here; along with what seems to be the mini form of the Forbidden Trinket. Sending delivery to your undisclosed location, using your Stark credit card now. Accessing pizza preference, would it be your usual?”
Before either Wanda or Natasha can say anything, Kate screams yes and happily dances as the AI confirms their order and delivery time. “Not that I’m not grumpy that you guys are using Stark technology, when you know I own an entire security company that has superior security and AIs. No offense..” The brunette’s sentence trails off as the AI replies with, J.O.C.A.S.T.A. “…okay. You have a long name. I’m going to call you J. Not that J isn’t cool, but mine are cooler. But like.. Where are we and what kind of security is this? Your door isn’t even locked.”
Wanda sighs as she hears the widow start bickering with Kate, walking over to where you’re staring out the window with your thumb in your mouth. “Did you miss it here Little One?” A gentle kiss on your forehead makes you wiggle in your spot, a cheeky grin clumsily spreading across your face around your thumb.
Natasha slumps into the chair next to you, grumpy as she listens to all the security issues of the house. “It’s OUR house Mutt. Mine and Wanda’s. The security is just FINE. Do you not feel safe with us? You know we can protect both of you.” You curiously watch as the two fight, trying to figure out how serious it is.
Kate rolls her eyes at the redhead, walking over to you. She smiles gently, her ocean eyes clearing momentarily as she winks at you. You watch as her face morphs back into a pout as she looks at the Russian. “I do, and you know that. Not that I need either of you to protect me, just saying, Either way though, I could protect your house so much better with my technology. I’m not disagreeing that Tony has amazing tech, but he doesn’t deal with normal residential security as we do.” Your archer glances at you as you chew at your thumb, sighing as she stalks over to her backpack. “Our focus is bringing that big amazing security that only companies and governments usually get to the homes of our people, and clients and governments.” She’s pulling your thumb out of your mouth as she continues to try and give her side of security speech, shushing you as you whine. You glare up at her, grumpy and completely put out. “Don’t give me that look, baby Sweets.” The pout is short lived as she pops your paci into your mouth, booping the purple dinosaur on the shield.
“All I’m saying is I get that Tony found you this house, but I would love to be able to give you guys better security and we could even give you a special AI. I have mine, and I ended up putting Sweets’ in their apartment.” At the mention of your name you swing your head around, giggling as the loose paci clip thumps against Kate’s thigh. She smiles down at you, ruffling your hair as she makes quick work of clipping the arrow patterned clip to your shirt.
The entire interaction no one is paying attention to Wanda, who’s just staring at the archer and you with her jaw hanging open. “Not that this little quarrel isn’t entertaining, but are we just going to ignore the stray and her purple pacifier?” At the mention of your beloved paci, you clamber into your Mommy’s lap. Babbling around the paci in your mouth as you try to look down at it, describing different parts of it to her. The witch is quick to tug gently at the ring hanging from your mouth, teasing you as you try to glare at her.
Natasha sits up straight now, watching you curiously as you tug relentlessly at the clip attached to you. ‘Yeah, mutt, we knew you knew about our little toy but you apparently really knew.” The ginger’s eyes follow as Kate walks over to her bag again, pulling out a floppy golden dog. The archer’s body language is a little tense now, slowed down, and the awkwardness is almost seeping from her.
She sighs as she makes the dog’s paw wack you gently in the head, eliciting a squeal from you. Rubbing your face in its fur, you stumble to crawl into your Daddy’s lap. Shoving Prince Pizza into her face as you show her your friend. The smile you receive as you mumble makes you wiggle in her lap, happy to be around all three of your favorite people.
“Ms. Natalia, the pizza delivery boy is approaching. The total will be 47.79$, the suggested tip would be at least 20$ taking in the amount of driving he just had to do.” J.O.C.A.S.T.A.’s voice interrupts Kate’s train of thought as she automatically just grabs a few hundred dollar bills out of her wallet, chuckling as you start talking to the AI. The CEO quickly answers the door, smiling and telling the kid to keep the change.
By the time she comes back you are dragging the older two Avengers to the table, the moment she sets the food on the table you’re looking through the boxes for your food. “I mean we didn’t do it often, or well I guess she didn’t slip often. But yes I did get her a couple things. Mostly just the paci and Prince Pizza. The thumb thing is gross.” The archer rolls her eyes at you as she watches you take toppings off of each pizza as you struggle to find your own food. She slides the small box towards you, watching you wiggle in happiness when you see your favorite box. A personal pepperoni pizza, a couple cheesy bread slices, a few boneless wings, and mini cinnamon sticks all in a cute little lunch tray style box.
The older women don’t answer, nodding silently as everyone settles down to eat dinner. Easy conversation happens as you babble about cartoons and everything you know about your favorites before Kate easily gets you to talk about every dinosaur you know. The routine is surprisingly easy for the four of you, despite this being the first time being in this situation all together. Wanda put all the leftovers away and got the couch set up, Natasha got you changed into comfy pajamas, and Kate picked a movie with snacks.
You waddled in with your paci in your mouth while dragging Sir Spikes behind you, and clutching King Wiggles in your arm. Daddy was behind you trying to juggle the blanket, pillow, hoodie, and Prince that you demanded you needed downstairs. Wanda and Kate were sitting on the couch, where the lights were dimmed and blankets with fairy lights hovered above them, creating a dome. Crawling onto the couch, you stumble and land awkwardly in between the two brunettes. You watch with careful eyes as the ginger trudges in behind you, dumping everything but Prince Pizza onto the couch.
Mommy swipes the floppy pup, making him fly around above you; relishing in the giggles the actions receive. Kate settles back into the ginger’s arms, the two watching as you try to catch the floating stuffed animal. Natasha is mumbling against the archer’s shoulder, quietly as to not disturb the cuteness but loud enough so the younger girl can hear her. Apologies and promises to talk about changing security, the widow softly smiling as the CEO starts talking about what kind of equipment she can bring into the house.
Rise of the Guardians is playing in the background, a movie that Kate had introduced you to and you were obsessed with now. You were poking at her, trying to get her attention but she was entirely too focused on the quiet conversation she was having with Daddy. You plop back down on your butt, glaring at her. Mommy is snacking on popcorn slowly, snickering at your put out expression.
The grunt as you kick your feet some is muffled by the paci still in your mouth, and your glare gets as scary as possible. Your pokes at Kate’s thigh are getting more aggressive, but she just shushes you with a teasing smile before going back to the conversation at hand.
You just catch the gaze of Daddy, who just smirks at you with a teasing wink. Finally you pathetically flop down to bury your face into the archer’s tummy, ignoring the yelp of pain she lets out when your pacifier digs into the soft skin there. She’s helping you look up at her now, giggling a little at the glare on your face. Waiting patiently for you to speak, your anger leaves your body as she runs her fingers gently through your hair. Leaning into her touch a mumbled “Puppy” leaves your paci filled mouth, and you close your eyes to soak up the archer’s warmth.
What you miss are the tears filling her eyes as she stares down at you in awe, and the soft looks gracing Wanda and Natasha’s faces. Kate tries to collect herself, but a few tears leak from her eyes. The witch kisses the archer’s temple, letting praising thoughts leak into her mind. The widow smirks happily, bumping her forehead against the younger girl’s shoulder. A proud wink sent her way as she leaves soft kisses along the back of her neck.
The three fall into a comfortable silence, watching the movie, as you cuddle sleepily into Kate. Your legs are in Mommy’s lap and you’re gripping at Daddy’s pants. Even if it’s a little uncomfortable, there isn’t anywhere you would rather be.
“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.
You were sitting quietly, staring off into space. Wanda watched as you stared at the walls. She dusted quietly, pottering around her home in her cutesy little dress. Her mind was on you, and your mind was elsewhere.
You had just gotten home from a mission. A solo mission in a world far away. Wanda wanted to come. She had a feeling that something was going to go bad. And something went very wrong. You came home bloody and bruised, half dead. You refused any of Wanda’s help. You refused to talk about what happened. You locked yourself in the bathroom and washed off the blood and then slipped silently into bed. Wanda tried to cuddle up against you, but you shrugged her off of you and rolled away.
“What are you thinking about, darling?” Wanda asked sweetly.
You didn’t hear her. She moved closer to you. You didn’t even notice. She took the chance. She dropped her duster and hastily sat down next to you. She folded her knees and brushed up against you. She threw an arm over your shoulder and pulled you against her.
“What’s the matter?” She mumbled, pressing a kiss against your temple.
You shook your head and scratched at your palm.
“Tell me, baby.”
“I think,” you began, quietly. “I think I died out there.”
That was the last straw. You clawed your way out of her arms. She watched surprised as you stood and began to pace. You didn’t know why you were so angry. Wanda just wanted to protect you. You know she’d go to the ends of the earth to protect you.
“I’d never let you die alone, baby,” she tried.
“I die alone every day,” you scream. Wanda shook her head with tears in her eyes. “I die from everything the world contains; from what I saw, from what I heard. I die from what I lived.”
“I can fix it,” Wanda whispered.
“Wanda, no-”
“I can,” she interrupted. “I can take it all away. You’ll be whole again.”
“I’ll be empty.”
“You’ll be happy,” Wanda reached out for you. She held you by the waist and smiled up at you.
“I am happy,” you smiled sadly, stroking her cheek.
“Let me make it better,” Wanda rubbed a thumb over a gaping wound in your side. “I’ll make the world better. You’ll never die again.”
“I won’t remember anything.”
“I thought that’s what you wanted?”
You shook your head and slowly stepped away from your lover. She smiled, a sinister smile, one laced with confusion. You knew what she was capable of. You knew she wasn’t lying. She’d make the whole world new. No one would be themselves. You’d be an empty shell of the person you are, the soldier you are. you’d be someone else. You wouldn’t even be yourself.
“I’d be worse than dead,” you whispered. “I’d be a ghost who couldn’t remember why it haunts. I’d be empty and useless and loveless.”
Tears rolled slowly down your cheeks.
“I’ll love you,” Wanda whined.
You smiled.
“And I won’t know why.”
Wanda never really knew why you withstood this pain. You knew she could take it all away. You never let her. You cried and cried and cried. You bled. Wanda had seen you bleed more times than she cared to count. You hurt and you lived. You lived.
You lived.
Wanda still doesn’t understand. But she knows she can’t just fix it. So she lives. She lives with her pain, and yours, and the pain of the world. And it hurts, but that’s how she knows she’s alive. And every time she bleeds, she understands a little more.
Summary: Reader takes Wanda to a festival to distract her from work-related stress, but Reader feeling tense when the games are a little too difficult to win.
Word count:1,011
Prompt:@flufftober2021 Day 1 - Winning a teddy for the other.
A/N: This is my first attempt at following a prompt list. I don’t know how many prompts I’ll complete, but I’m already having a lot of fun with it!
Even superheroes need a break sometimes. Being an Avenger was quite a stressful job, so you tried to make sure your girlfriend would enjoy her day off. You heard of the festival happening in a town nearby and insisted that you two should check it out. It was supposed to be a calm experience to take Wanda’s mind off the daily universe saving struggles, and she did seem quite relaxed with her light dress and her caramel apple, but you hadn’t anticipated how tense you could get in that scenario. After all, what could possibly upset you in there?
The games gave you many chances to get your girlfriend a much deserved, cute teddy bear as a souvenir of that afternoon. All you had to do was pop one stupid balloon and Wanda would take home a big panda bear, or maybe the rainbow dragon. You threw your tenth dart in a row, missing the moving balloon for just an inch. You had to bite your tongue to avoid cursing in front of the seven-year-old standing right next to you.
“You know I am more emotionally invested in this apple than in any bear, right, honey?” Wanda whispered to you, getting a big bite from her caramel treat. Her free hand was in your waist, watching closely as you missed shot after shot. She sounded a bit too amused for your taste.
“Maybe you are, but now I’m emotionally invested in that dragon, so I’ll give it one more try. You know what they say, eleventh time is the charm.”
You threw your last dart. It hit an empty area on the board, nowhere near any balloons. You were about to complain that the game had to be rigged, but the boy by your side threw his own dart, hitting a green balloon and winning a green koala bear.
“Okay, that’s it. I give up.” You announced, low enough that only Wanda could hear you, but emphasized enough that she would know how frustrated you were.
“Hey, it’s not that big a deal. Maybe the thing is rigged and the kid just got lucky.” She laughed, pulling you away from the booth.
Oh, mind reading. Very convenient. Until it wasn’t. You sighed, taking Wanda’s hand and letting her guide you through the festival. She walked beyond the other game booths and past the food carts, stopping when you reached a dimly lighted area. You could see the carousel and smell the fresh popcorn from there, but nobody could see the two of you.
“Okay, now tell me what’s going on.” She demanded, giving you a kiss on the cheek, which left your face sticky from the caramel. Even if she wasn’t a telepath, you were sure Wanda would still be able to read you like an open book.
“Sorry about the mood, Wan. I don’t even know why I’m so bitter about this. It was supposed to be a fun day for you. I had it all planned for this perfect, romantic escape, but… You save the world for a living and I can’t even get one thing done and win you a pretty gift.” You confessed, which earned you a judgmental look.
“Itwas a perfect, romantic escape. It was perfect because it was ours. You wanted me to be distracted from work, and I hadn’t thought of it all day, because I was having fun watching you mix our snacks and lose silly games and tell bad jokes. You don’t need to be a superhero or win prizes, you just need to be my girlfriend, and that’s something you excel at.” You tried to speak, ready to tell her that any day was only perfect if it was spent by her side, or anything else just as cheesy and sincere, but she stopped you, handing you the remaining part of her apple. “Now, since I don’t want your emotional attachment to that dragon to affect you, I have a pretty gift for you.”
Before you could protest, Wanda’s hands began shinning in red, and something materialized in front of your eyes. It was a big, fluffy dragon just like the one in the booth, but this one was all red. And then it became orange, and then bright yellow, and then green… It kept changing colors, until it became full of rainbow stripes, that changed into polka dots and back to red.
“You have several points. This dragon is the coolest dragon. I love it forever.” You laughed, trading the toy for the apple and hugging it close.
“We should start a collection.” Wanda replied, going back to her apple with a wicked smile. “Maybe we get one for each game you lost today… If we have enough room for that many”
“Oh, so that’s how we’re gonna play?” You held your dragon with one hand, using the other to steal her snack, finishing it with two quick bites. “There, all gone.” You waved the stick at her, and she waved her fingers and made it disappear from existence.
“Joke’s on you, I was almost done anyway. You’ll just have to go get me some cotton candy now.”
“Or we could go get it together so Opal can see the festival.”
“Is Opal the rainbow dragon I just made you?” She laughed, following you back to the crowd.
“The superior rainbow dragon, yes. I know she’ll have to stay undercover as a normal rainbow dragon when we’re around people, but she’s very much the supreme dragon.”
“See, Opal? You’re the coolest dragon in the entire festival.” Wanda played along, giving you another caramelized kiss when you got to the cotton candy stand.
You bought Wanda some pink cotton candy, presenting it to her as a precious gift, and she almost jumped in place when she got the new sweet.
“I don’t know about you two, but I’m counting today as a win.” She told you and Opal.
As you watched your girlfriend eat her candy, smiling like a child under the carousel lights, you realized you couldn’t agree more.
Pairing:Wanda Maximoffx Reader Summary: A date night at home involving cooking and lots of cuddles. Requested by:@youreatotalposer Word count:570 A/n: A small break in my 1k celebration fics (that i’ve almost completed) for this fluffy fic for one of my best friends. Love ya Kay, I hope you enjoy! <3
For date night this week you and Wanda decided on a night in. It has been a while since the both of you just got to enjoy each other’s company with nobody around. The plans for tonight were dinner and a movie, in your case a movie equaled a lot of cuddling with some background noises.
When you’re both ready for date night you meet in the kitchen. Wanda was wearing a plain black shirt and a black zip up hoodie and a pair of sweats, and she looked absolutely stunning. You matched the theme of comfy clothes that you had decided on by wearing sweats and your favorite hoodie that was actually one of Wanda’s.
After you shared some kisses you went further into the kitchen. You’ll be making pizza tonight, a dish neither one of you had made from scratch before. So, you decided on using a ready-made pizza crust. Wanda starts by preheating the oven while you grab the sauce and all the cheese you’ll be needing.
You start by stretching out the dough a bit and putting it down on the baking tray, ready for all the toppings to be added. Wanda used her magic to turn on some music and kissed your cheek when your favorite song started playing. You loved spending this time with her, singing and dancing around the kitchen while you were grating the cheese and spreading the alfredo sauce over the crust. Just being around Wanda made you extremely happy.
When all the toppings you wanted to be on the pizza were on Wanda put it in the oven while you started on cleaning up. Wanda walked up to you and wrapped her arms around your waist from behind and rested her head against your back, softly swaying to the rhythm of the music along with you. Once you cleaned up the used dishes Wanda turned you around, your back now against the kitchen counter. “I love you so much, y/n.” She says before kissing you. She still took your breath away, even after all these years.
When you parted from the kiss to breathe you said, “I love you very much too, Wands.” With a big smile on your face and pull her into a hug. Again, you sway to the rhythm of the music, the world only her and you. The ding of the oven wakes you from your bubble with Wanda.
You move to the couch with a plate full of pizza slices, with Wanda right behind you carrying your drinks. You sit down next to each other, leaving no room in between the two of you. Like you said, watching a movie with Wanda consisted mostly of cuddles. She leaned into you while you wrapped your arm around her.
Wanda presses play and the movie starts. You take the first bite of the pizza you made and are overjoyed with how good it was, you hold your slice up to Wanda to give her a bite as well. By the way her eyes light up you know she’s loving it as well.
Once the pizza is finished Wanda puts the plate down onto the table and cuddles more into you. With her magic she moves over a blanket from the other side of the couch and gently places it on both your laps. She then moves her hand back to yours and intertwines her fingers with yours.
