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let’s go more into detail about what misogynoir is so it will be a bit easier for you guys to notice it. on my youtube channel i talk about this subject a lot. if you guys are interested in learning more, please check it out.

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*wanda crying after a break up*: maybe I’ll just be alone forever

Y/n: no don’t say that, in my country there’s a saying that means “ love is just around the corner.

Y/n being filmed

Y/n shrugging : I come from a neighborhood with a lot of prostitutes

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*Y/n hands around Wanda’s throat while pressing her up against a wall*: usually I love your pretty little mouth, but now it’s starting to piss me off.

*Wanda after licking y/n lips and then smirking *: good

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Sam: guys we should do something

Yelena : y/n you thinking what I’m thinking?

Y/n: that we should get drunk and go streaking in Canada?

Yelena: dude it’s like we have the same brain!!!

Nat: it’s like i bought one idiot and got the other for free

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Y/n enthusiastically: so Wanda I have an awesome idea!!

Wanda: absolutely not

Y/n: you didn’t even hear it yet…

Wanda slightly traumatized : last time you had an “awesome idea” I ended up in a Mexican prison next to a goat named Kyle…Kyle was a biter, I still have the scars

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Sam: would you rather not be able to eat your favorite food for 5 years or eat a human?

Y/n: human doesn’t taste that bad

The avengers:…..

Y/n: it was a very dark time in my life, I don’t want to talk about it

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Wanda: I love you conditionally

Y/n: don’t you mean unconditionally?!?

Wanda: no, I have some conditions

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I gotta see how this ends frfr

Playing By the Rules

Summary: Wanda reminds you of a moment where she enjoyed your company and set the rules. You remind her of the reason you left.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Genre/Warnings: 18+ ONLY!!!//MINORS DNI!! Angst/Smut (cussing, alcohol consumption, cheating, oral sex, fingering, strap-on use, top!reader)

Word Count: 5.9k

A/N: This is the second part to I Hear A Symphony! Happy Reading!

*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours. reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated!*

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Your eyes scan the crowd again, gently twirling your drink as Natasha talks next to you. The large, open area holds scattered groups of people dressed in their finest threads. Nat is talking about some kind of black market rumors she’s heard as the man gives her an, ‘now, you didn’t hear this from me’ answer.

The party isn’t packed by any means but it is filled with criminal socialites. An invite sent only to the big timers in the underground world. Nat pulled some strings, passing her and Wanda off as arms dealers. You and Bucky are their plus one security, easy to do when one of you has a large, metal arm.

Glossing over the sea of partygoers, you catch Wanda standing at the bar. Even from all the way across the room, she’s drop dead gorgeous. Standing there, slanted on one leg as the other peeks through the slit of her red dress. It’s provocative, distracting you from the possible dangers around you but you can’t stop soaking her all in. You drink her in, from her toned calf all the way up to her defined collarbone, her plunging neckline receiving another glance.

You feel a sharp pinch on your side, hiding your grimace, you turn back to Natasha. Her eyes widen in quiet chastisement, reminding you to do your job and keep your eyes moving. Drinking in your smoky, amber liquid, you continue your visual rounds. Coming around once more, you hear a small crackle in your ear.

“Oh no,” Wanda whispers and you share a glance with Nat.

She glances over your shoulder as the two of you work your way to the next group of wannabe gangsters. Once Nat makes the formal introductions, you stand off to the side and glance towards the bar. There’s a boorish man leaning on the bartop towards Wanda, trying to win her over. She tries to stay playful and not attract attention by slamming him across the room. Bucky catches your eyes as he makes his unsociable rounds around the building,

“You need me to step in?”

Placing your now empty glass on the tray of a bypassing waiter, you make your way to the bar, “”Stay close, Buck.”

“It’s fine,” Wanda hisses at you, “stay out of it, Y/N”

The brute grabs Wanda with a vicious smile, trying to get his lips on her as she tries to shove him away. Given that you aren’t among the best of company, no one around here is batting an eye at this confrontation. You grit your teeth as you shove both of your hands into his chest, knocking him back into the bar. Drinks go flying and crashing to the ground as his hand lets go of Wanda. You slide into the empty space between them, blocking her from his view.

As he straightens himself up, surprise flickers in his eyes as he tries to turn into a macho badass. Broadening his shoulders, you glare into his eyes, a small smirk spreading on your lips. You can feel the small twitch in your fingers as fury rushes through your body. Wanda’s hand presses onto the small of your back, reminding you of all the times she did that inside of dive bars. It was when she wanted you to stay calm, when things were about to get messy very quickly.

“Oh come on,” the guy tries to peek around at Wanda but you continue to block his line of sight, “you bring in your attack dog, baby?”

You clench your jaw but don’t utter a single word. Wanda notices this as her other hand rests onto your waist. You continue to glare at the guy, creating an air of uncomfortableness as he waits for you to do something. He looks around stressfully, trying to figure out what you’re planning so he can try and swing a punch. He chuckles towards his friends that linger around you both,

“What, the dog has no bark?”

You grin and give his arm a soft pat, “I think it’s best if you leave. Best for you, mostly.”

He scoffs, “Or what? We trade fisticuffs?”

Holding up your hands as you watch his fist clench tightly, “I will gladly beat your ass right here and now. But I see you have three henchmen with you.” You wave a finger at him, “A bit uneven. But if you want to fight, I’ll call in my Robocop friend over there.”

You glance over as Bucky swings his vibranium arm around, goading the group for a fight. Resting your hand on the bar, the brute glances down and you see his eyes gloss over the scars that cover your hands and knuckles. Glancing back at you, your confident smile has fallen into a hard glare. You watch him swallow hard, peering around you at Wanda. Your foot takes a step but you feel Wanda grip the waist of your pants so you don’t lunge forward.

“You’re not worth the fight anyway, crazy slut.”

The words reach your ears and your play of staying calm and collected flies out the window. You step forward as your fists clench, the muscles in your arms tightening for the impending swing. Wanda pulls you back, gripping your wrist tightly just out of sight of the brute. If he saw, he’d make another comment and Wanda won’t be able to hold you back.

The man takes his unfinished drink and stares into it. You raise a brow, he’s deciding whether or not to throw it, figuring out if he could win the fight. He takes a quick glance at Bucky who sits in a leather armchair, surrounded by cigar smoke but his piercing eyes staring straight at him. Grumbling quietly to himself, he downs the drink. Waving two fingers, the brute walks off with his clique of fellow brutes.

You turn your head slightly, watching him leave and looking towards Bucky. With a subtle nod, Bucky stands up and silently stalks after them, ensuring they leave. Nat’s come around from the other side as well, getting a refill on her martini and giving you a nod. Your shoulders loosen as the confrontation ends, softening your eyes as you loosen your jaw and turn to Wanda.

“You okay?” You ask her, watching as she twists her earpiece off and you follow suit. Her hands smooth out the front of your shirt, her hands running dangerously past your belt. Watching her brows raise briefly, she glances up at you.

Letting out a hum, she says, “Are you packing?”

You chuckle quietly, “We are on a mission, darling.”

Her eyes fill with a mischievous look, chewing on her lip.

“I’m sorry, you can't look at me like that anymore,” You take a small step forward, your thigh pressing into her, “You’re in a relationship now.”

Wanda’s shoulders rise slightly, “It is a mission, darling.”

You lean into her, sliding your hand across the bartop. She breathes in sharply, her hand sliding on top of yours as her eyes watch you carefully.

“Then what do you want?” You whisper to her as your eyes flick to her lips, face filling with heat.

Her fingers grip your belt buckle and yanks hard, “I want you. In that bathroom.”

Wanda’s eyes grow with lust as she slides her hand against your stomach, clenching your muscles at her touch. Your heart is racing inside your chest as you watch her hips as she walks through the crowd and towards the bathroom. Pointing to the bartender, you order a shot.

Despite breaking her heart, the flame between you two has never doused. When you came back, Wanda refused to look at you. When she did, insults and anger were all that flew from her at you. You understood. After what she read in the file you left, of course she’d be angry. But she never came to you, never pressured you to explain yourself for what you did. Why you were really in Sokovia.

Failed attempt after failed attempt to sit her down and talk, your exasperation turned into irritation which grew into you being constantly pissed off. If she wouldn’t listen to you then there was no point in trying to fix what you did.

Wanda had occupied herself with the local toaster head, Vision. That didn’t distract her enough to not yell at you about the littlest things though. Those arguments got old fast amongst the team and soon you two were tossed into “teammate bonding” sessions and forced to work together. Hatred had a funny way of playing into desire. And desire was easy to satisfy when on a mission.

With the shot down and stinging your throat, you walk towards the bathroom and wipe your hands on your pants. As you step inside, you peer around the area for people as Wanda leans against the fancy sinks. Satisfied that the room is empty, you lock the door behind you and cover the distance in a heartbeat. Your lips slam against hers while her fingers pull you into her, practically leaning her back over the sink.

Gripping the back of her thighs tightly, you lift her up onto the sink. As you press your lips against her jaw, your hands sink below her dress as she lets out a sigh. Moving your hands up her silky skin, you whisper into her neck,

“I love this slit right here,” Gripping her waist tightly and yanking her towards you, she lets out a quiet yelp as you open your eyes, “You’re being too loud, already.”

Your fingers wrap around the lace fabric on her waist and you slide it off and down her legs, bending down and kissing down her shin as you pick up over her heels. Leaning back onto her hands, her knees open just slightly as you crumble the lace into your pockets. Kissing your way back up her legs, pushing her dress higher and higher and listening to her whining pants, you nip on the inside of her thighs.

“You’re distracting,” she sighs out.

Wanda jumps slightly as you stand up with a chuckle. Straightening out your shirt and adjusting your gun holster, you grin at her.Her brows furrow as you start making your way back to the door. “Y/N,” her voice is stern but you keep moving.

“You’re right,” You suck in a breath and glance at her, “We need to finish the mission. Too distracting.”

Before she can yell at you, you flip on your earpiece. Her mouth shuts tightly, the look of wanting to enact violence on you obvious in her eyes.

“Nat, how’s it going out there? Wanda’s a little shaken up.”

Clicking the lock open, Wanda’s eyes widen as she tries to jump off the sink and get her dress down over her legs. Swinging open the door as Wanda barks quietly at you to get back in there, you step out and make eye contact with Nat.

You watch her swipe against her nose, “It’s a quiet night. We’ll have to catch him tomorrow. If Wanda needs to rest, take her back.”

Leaning next to the door, Wanda comes shoving through the door, pulling her dress down lower and lower. She sees you there, pushing off of the wall to walk her out. Her hands ram into your chest and she slams you back into it.

Nat furrows her brows but you just raise your hands in shared confusion and saunter out of the mansion after Wanda. Standing with a nervous glance, Wanda is waiting for you at your motorcycle. She’s not in the talking mood as she holds out her hand for the helmet you take out from the compartment and your leather jacket. Climbing onto the seat as she clips on all the safety equipment, her arms wrap around you as she settles in behind you, mumbling curses at you.

As she pats your side, you speed off down the road and head back to the hotel, ensuring you take a few extra turns to lose any tail. It had been only a short time since Wanda’s body was pressed against yours and all you could think about were her panties in your pocket.

While you’re packing up the helmet, she rips your wallet from your pockets and takes off into the hotel. You have to nearly jog to catch up with her before she locks you out of the room in revenge. Jogging down the hallway after her, you snatch the key from her hand and let out a laugh.

Slamming your now empty wallet back into your chest, she tries to slide her clothes from your pocket. Her green eyes glare at you as you slip the keycard in and slink into the room. With a frustrated groan, she slams your leather jacket into the corner as you stand in front of the bed. Before you can even make a mocking comment at how flustered she looks, her hands slam into you and you fall with a quiet grunt, bouncing off the mattress.

Wanda quickly straddles your lap, staring down at you with a determined frown, “Give me my fucking clothes.”

“Oho,” you tease, “somebody’s cranky.”

Without an ounce of respect for your clothes, she rips open your shirt sending a few buttons snapping off through the room. As she works on your belt, your eyes work down her body as her dress hikes higher and higher to her waist.

“Only fair. I took your panties, now you take my clothes,” You grip her waist and pull her down to you, so close you can smell the blackberry liqueur on her breath, “Just take what you want.”

There’s a devilish grin that fills her face before her lips are smashing against yours as you roll her onto the bed.

You both lay there next to each other, panting in a sweaty heap. Her bottom half is wrapped up in the hotel blankets as she lays on her stomach and clutches the pillow beneath her cheek. You lay beside her similarly, your body silently craving for all the times she’d mindlessly trace figures on your back. Now, she just slaps a hand against your sweaty back.

“That was the last and only time right?” She breathes out, turning her flushed face to you.

You chuckle, “Mhm, definitely.”

You find each other’s eyes and know there’s not an ounce of truth in your words, the real truth breaking you both down into laughter.

“I like this,” she tells you so quietly like she fears someone else will hear.

“What?” You reach over her for the room service menu, resting your chin on your fist as you wait for her to speak.

With a sigh, Wanda places her head up on her hand, “No strings. Just sex. I think we’re better that way.”

You raise your brows, hiding the way those words affect you. There’s a tightness in your throat and a churning in your stomach, “Is that what you want?” You ask as your hand rests on the menu.

Those emerald eyes glance down as she makes a face, “No- you know I hate egg benedicts.” Glancing up at you, she can see the hidden pain inside of you, “I don't… it’s just Vision.”

You grimace at the name and smack your face into the menu, “You’re right. We’re on a mission.”

Her tone changes, no longer so confident. There’s almost a soft wobble in her words as she says, “I mean, work is quite stressful. And this is quite stress relieving.”

Wanda slides her body on top of yours, you let out a sigh of comfort as she starts to press kisses along your shoulders. She was winning you over again, the same way she’s done in every motel room.

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You wake with a start, heart pounding in your chest with your legs splayed out and hands gripping your pants tightly. Letting out a held breath, you sit up and rest your face in your hands. Shaking out the peculiar humming in your head, you turn your head and feel your face fall. Wanda and Vision are sitting at the kitchen counter, laughing about something dumb probably. It’s what Wanda is doing behind his back that has caught your attention. Her fingers move so expertly as the glow of red radiates off of them.

Gritting your teeth, you adjust your pants and shake out the unspent tension in your body. Stomping up to the both of them, Wanda is the one who sees your approach and quickly rests her hand on Vision’s back.

“We need to go over the after action reports,” you tell her, clearing your throat.

She groans as she runs her hand along Vision’s thigh, “Right now?”

You start walking, “We’ve been putting them off all week.”

As you head towards the stairs, you can hear the android encouraging Wanda to get them done and then they can watch sitcoms together. You roll your eyes as you stomp up the stairs. Stepping into the office, you lean against the conference table as you wait for Wanda to stop kissing the robot. She walks in, zipping up her thin jacket as the door closes and the windows frost over.

Before she even has a chance to turn around, you’ve closed the space and press her up against the wall. Her eyes are wide at your sudden moves but she begins to relax when she sees your face. Delighted at how she’s worked you up so much.

“What the hell was that?” You growl at her as her hands tug just gently at your tucked in shirt.

Wanda grins deviously, “Felt like reminiscing today. Do you want to just remember it or should we do a live replay?”

Staring into her eyes as you feel that cool touch on your skin, you can’t stop yourself from falling right back into her. Wanting to fulfill all of her wants and needs. You grip her jacket tightly,

“It certainly wasn’t in an office.”

Wanda wraps her legs around your waist, your hand tilting her head as you press your lips against her neck. Her legs tighten around you, her fingers pulling your hair tightly. Working your way down her neck and down her collarbone, she sighs out,

“Then take me somewhere else,” Laughing as you lick a playful stripe up her face.

Staring into her needy eyes, you roll her hips against you, “And that bucket of bolts isn’t any wiser?”

“We’re playing by the rules,” she whispers against your lips.

You press only a kiss against those addicting lips before you pull away, “And sex is all you want?”

Wanda presses her thumb in between your furrowed brows, the apology resting on your lips. The way your eyes soften, it catches Wanda’s attention as her playful smile falls away. She’s seen that look before. Everytime you try to get her to open back up to you, to talk things through.

“Dont,” she whispers, tapping her fingers against your forehead, “You’re thinking too loud.”

You sigh, not wanting to let it go this time. Wanda always wins though, always distracts you in just the right way. She knows how to play you and you can never say no to her.

A sharp knock on the door sends a panic through you as you lift your hands for Wanda to drop to her feet. Stepping away from you, you quickly open the door to try and not raise any suspicions. Well, any more suspicions than you and Wanda in a locked office together.

Nat stands there, arching an eyebrow as she glances around you. Peeking over your shoulder, Wanda is trying to quickly smooth out her shirt.

“Did you finish the reports yet?” Nat asks, resting her hands on her hips as she stares at you.

Trying to swallow the lump in your throat, Wanda picks up some papers from the table, “This one doesn’t want to do it. They threw it somewhere in their room.”

Nat gives you a frustrated glare, but your gut is telling you that it’s not about the reports. Her eyes look at you then glance at Wanda with a raise of her brows, “Let’s not be stupid, Y/N.”

You chuckle, “Me, stupid? Nat, you know who you’re talking to right?”

She lets out a hum, turning after a long glance to try and catch up with Bucky. Without a word, you follow her lead and head out of the office towards your room. Wanda strolls after you, catching up quickly and matching your steps without thought.

“So, I get thrown under the bus?” You hiss at Wanda, glancing at her zipping out of her jacket to reveal the tanktop underneath.

“Really?” she snorts, “You think she’s going to believe that I lost-.”

The second you reach your room, you grab her arm and throw her into the room, slamming the door shut and turning the lock. Your hands grip her tightly, pulling her into you as you hold her hands away from you as they try to touch you.

“No one throws me under the bus,” You growl, throwing her hands to the side as you head towards your desk and flip through your papers.

There’s a small hum behind you, the feeling of her hands running up your back and through your hair. You turn to tell her to stop but her eyes are full of desire, darkening every second she looks at you. Your throat tightens as you feel the growing tingling inside your fingers, staring at her lips that lure you in.

“Am I in trouble?” She whispers, her hands run along your shoulders, “Have I been bad?”

Your breath is shaky as her fingers glide down the tight black shirt you wear, pulling at your belt, “You know what this shirt does to me.”

Gritting your teeth and trying to hold your ground, you rest your hands on your waist. She doesn’t relent, fingers pulling at the sleeves that wrap around your toned arms, “So tight around your arms,” Wanda leans forward and nips at your bicep as you pull in a sharp breath as you feel her lips press against you, “Use me.”

Her wish is your command.

You grip her face in your hands, pulling her towards you as you smash your lips to hers. It’s nothing but pure want, nothing but teeth and tongue as you don’t let her go and fall further into her ploy.

Gripping her hair tighter than normal, a moan slips past her lips as you push her against your desk. The wood slams against the wall as you deepen the kiss, blowing a hard breath through your nose. Wanda whips the belt from your loops as her tongue swipes against yours before she pulls away.

Both of you stare at each other, panting and already feeling the heat of the moment. Since the first time you did this when you came back, there was no going back. As she pulls her tanktop over her head revealing her bare skin underneath, you don’t want to look back. Wanda strips quickly, leaving you far behind as you barely pop the button of your jeans, eyes glued to every inch of soft skin that she bares to you.

Wanda snatches your shirt, “For the love of god, Y/N. Get these clothes off and fuck me.”

That’s all of the encouragement your little brain needs. You quickly rip the rest of your clothes off, grabbing her uncovered body as you throw her onto the bed.

“Greedy today, aren’t you?” You growl into her mouth, guiding your lips down her body as you slide your finger through her soaking folds.

She lets out a gasping moan, rolling her hips to try and get you to start moving. But you take your time, climbing down her body as Wanda runs her hands down her thighs. You grin, glancing up at her as you kiss the inside of her shivering thigh,

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already shakin’.”

You see her mouth open to snap at you but you lick a long strip up her wet core, her words catching in her throat. She squirms around the bed as you insert two fingers slowly into her as your tongue plays with her clit at a tormenting leisurely pace.

Her hands grip your hair tightly as her hips start to roll against your face, trying to find the friction you’re denying her. You chuckle, sending vibrations through her as you watch her thighs clench with a loud moan. Sokovian words fall through her moans as you remove your fingers,

“Oh no, don’t think you’re getting off that easy.”

“Y/N!” she groans, trying to pull her legs together to keep your head between her. She’s a weak mess as you easily spread her legs apart.

Leaning towards your bedside stand as you tenderly massage a breast in your hand, you open up the drawer, “Now, now. I can just leave you here.”

You pull the harness around your hips, leaning over to take a sensitive nipple in between your lips. Switching between gentle bites and swirling your tongue, you listen to her bated breath as you make your way back to her legs.

“I’ll actually get off on my own,” she hisses at your relaxed pace.

You raise your brows, “If you shut up, I could work.”

Wanda’s green eyes fall on yours, the irritation in them telling you that you shouldn’t have said anything. Still, you hold your ground and let your cocky grin grow, much to Wanda’s annoyance. Her hand flicks against your leg and then the next moment you're slammed back onto the bed. She squeezes her magic hold around your neck as she climbs on top of you, smashing her lips back on yours. The warmth around your neck lessens as you clear your throat from the agitation.

“You want it rough then?” You say, grabbing her and pressing her down onto the mattress. Confidence is oozing off of her smirk, she’s getting exactly what she wants and you’re not going to regret any of it.

Kneeling in front of her, you line the toy up with her entrance, teasing her as you slowly move the tip up and down through her slit. You hadn’t spent all those late hours down in the lab for no reason. When the two of you were together, it was a gift to you both. Advanced tech of wires that let you feel all the stimulation in this situation. It was the best thing you did, especially when she got with Vision and you two got together on the side.

“God, you’re dripping, Wanda.”

She presses her hands against her flushed face, “Will you shut up and work!”

With a grin, you slowly push in the toy, sliding it in and out without much effort. Slowly, inch by inch as you let Wanda adjust. She grips the bedsheets tightly, her moan filling the room with its beautiful notes as you thrust your hips all the way until you’re skin to skin.

“Jesus,” she moans, “that feels good.” Wanda winces slightly but her face falls into pleasure as you bottom out again.

You can feel her walls clench around the toy as you lean forward, wrapping your fingers lightly around her throat. She grabs your wrist as you start to thrust harder into her, both of you moving ever so slightly higher up the bed. Her nails dig into your skin as you watch wave after wave of pleasure crash over her face. She can’t even make a noise as you grunt out, a hand running up her slick body.

Her thighs clench around yours, nails dragging down your arm with a sharp pain as you watch her eyes roll back. You know she’s close, wetting your thumb and rubbing it against her clit. Her back arches towards you, trembling violently as she rides out her first orgasm with a yell. You slap your hand over her mouth as you slow your thrusts, her hot and heavy breath rushing over your fingers as she tries to quietly ride out the rest of her high. Releasing your hands from her, you slide your fingers through your sweaty hair. Before you can catch your breath, Wanda flicks and you find yourself on your back again.

She straddles over you, filling herself again as you let out a gasp at the sensation, her fingers gripping your shoulders tightly. Your head falls onto the bed as your hands rise to squeeze her breasts.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” she declares, rolling her hips against you.

Wanda rocks her hips side to side as you start to let out a moan of pleasure, feeling the tightening coil in your stomach. Her hand now slaps over your mouth as her wide eyes stare at your door. Loud footsteps echo down the hall and you stop moving, listening to them disappear down the hall. Wanda rests her hands on your arms, your hands gripping her hips tightly. As the area quiets down, you look at each other. Letting out the breath she sucked in, a giggle falls from her lips,

“We really should stop this,” she moans as she presses against your thighs, stopping you from restarting your thrusts.

You nod as you lean up onto your elbows, pressing a kiss between her breasts, “And I’ll stop when you say so.”

Wanda looks at you, breathing out carefully and wiping a sweat droplet that slides down her face. Her eyes glaze over you but she doesn’t utter a word to you. You grin, feeling satisfied that she can’t say no to you either.

“That’s what I thought,” you say, gripping her hips tightly and locking her in place as you start your thrusts without warning.

She tries to talk but as your skin slaps against hers, she’s overcome with euphoria, “Oh my god!,” she yells through grit teeth, “Y/N, shit!”

You stop, slowing down the thrusts as you pant into her lips, clenching your face as you try to hold yourself together just awhile longer. Wanda presses against your hips, resting her hands on your chest as you try to catch your breaths.

“Really though. We shouldn't be doing this. We’re still in the Compound.” Despite her words, her hips gyrate slowly against you.

Clutching her thighs, you let out a sigh, “When you tell me that bucket of bolts can make you feel this good-” You suck in a tight breath as her lips bite against the soft spot on your neck.

Her failure to answer your half asked question gives you all you need to know. You press yourself up, grabbing a handful of ass and sit upright. Wanda chuckles as you press a sloppy kiss on each breast. The pleasure grants you a breathy moan to fill your ears as she grabs your shoulders, still slowly rolling her hips.

“Like you said,” you grunt as fingers knead against your muscles, your body twitching with her movement, “Just sex.”

Wanda moans as you twist a nipple between your tongue with a soft bite, riling her back up, “As long as you want to use me,” she moans out.

She grips your hair tightly as you lick a stripe up her chest, her movements growing faster as her walls clench tighter around you. You grab her tightly, kissing all along her body as her thighs tighten. Her back arches in breathless pleasure as you let out a moan, climbing over the edge with a few more thrusts. Your thighs clench, twitching against hers as the coil inside of you snaps and you press your face into her body with a low groan. Panting against her stomach, you feel the small vibrations of her laugh as her hands rub your head carefully.

Pressing kisses along her stomach, you finally look up at her still sitting on top of you, a glow to her face now.

“You really need to get bad at that,” Wanda says breathlessly, finding your lips again in a fit of passion.

As the kisses taper down, they start to slow into patient and thoughtful kisses. Reminding you of all the times you were together before you left. Those lazy morning kisses on the weekends. ‘Stay safe’ kisses before missions. The deep and passionate kisses when you were in each other’s arms once more.

Wanda presses her hands against your chest, watching you. You release your core and knock your head back into the headboard, unaware of your movement up the bed. You groan, rubbing the growing throbbing at the back of your head.

“Thoughts are too loud.” she warns you, “We can’t do this if you keep trying to apologize.”

You roll your eyes, “It’s not my fault I have memories.”

“Then forget them.”

You let out a disagreeable noise, your hands resting on her thighs. She hasn’t moved away from you. The only thing on her mind is to make sure you’re not about to catch feelings again. That would ruin everything the two of you have been engaging in for the past few months.

“Y/N,” her tone is cautioning you to stop.

“Wanda,” you mimic with a raise of your brow.

She sighs, running her finger down your body slowly. Though you tried to mimic the cautious tone, everytime you said her name, it was wrapped up in everything you two had shared together. It was heavy. A weight she wasn’t about to open up to again with you. It all continues to gnaw at you though. Everytime you look at her, you have Pietro in the back of your mind. You were so close, you could’ve grabbed him.

Saved him.

“Can you buck up for two rounds of just sex,” her brows wiggle slightly, the slightest roll in her hips.

You stare into her eyes, “Did you read the file?”

Wanda hides those green irises from you as she lets out a sigh, “I guess not,” she mutters to herself as she climbs off of you, “Yes, I looked at it.”

Closing the bathroom door behind her, you start to dress yourself, “No, did you read it.”

Her voice comes through the door, irritated already, “Yes. You were at Sokovia during Ultron. You survived. Awesome. What about it?”

You stop with your pants halfway on, staring at a spot in the carpet as your throat shuts. All that time and all of that worry you spent when you were gone for two whole years. It was for nothing. You were avoiding the aftermath of her finding out, the pain she would’ve had looking at you.

Her auburn hair pokes out of the bathroom as she throws on one of your oversized shirts. You rip your drawers open, trying to get dressed faster. She notices. And she isn’t stupid. It’s bigger than you just being in Sokovia.

“What did you do?” Her words are tense, hands clenching tightly at her side.

You shake your head, stopping yourself from running away again. You can’t do it again. You can’t be a coward your whole life. Even if it would save your life right now. Shoving your shaking hands into your pockets, you let out a breath,

“I was in Sokovia because of you and Pietro.”

Wanda’s brows furrow in confusion, “I’m sorry, what?”

Bunching your hands in your pockets, you continue, “I was there because I was assigned there.”

“Your internship.” She states, remembering what you had told her in that record shop.

You shake your head, glancing up at her darkening red eyes, the slightest tilt of her head. Your breathing is starting to shake, the glow of red in her fingertips starting to appear as you hold up your hands and back away from her slowly. Behind you, the window slams open and you flinch at the sound.

“Start talking.”

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I Hear a Symphony

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Summary: You would have never guessed that dropping into your favorite record shop that you'd have your world turned upside down.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff & Reader

Genre/Warnings: 18+ ONLY!!!//MINORS DNI!! Fluff/Smut (cussing, alcohol consumption, smoking, oral sex, fingering, top!reader)

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: We're just going to 100% ignore whatever that Vision and Pietro cursed fan art was last night and just push it way down with some smut. Please DO NOT interact if you are a minor! Happy reading!

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As you walk around the small record room, the smell of dust coming from the circulating air conditioning above you, you lazily flick through the record sleeves. You aren’t searching for anything in particular, your collection is already quite full and you always replay the same five. You’re just here to pass the time before a couple of work events later in the day.

For now, the late morning sun is shining through the poster lined windows as someone quietly tunes the instruments on the playing wall. The bell above the door jingles out it’s little song but you don’t look up. A worker slips past you carrying a box full of books to teach yourself an instrument. Flipping through the faded sleeves, you hear someone exclaim out in surprise, a loud thud following just after.

You glance up, eyes flicking through the store until you land upon her. A woman pouring out apologies to the worker she just bumped into. She pulls up the sleeves of her oversized blue shirt as her auburn hair falls from her half bun, bending over to help pick up the books.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” They gush out as the worker continues to assure them that it’s no big deal.

The woman rests a hand on her forehead, letting out a stressed sigh as she looks around to see who just saw that embarrassment. You watch the blush spread on her cheeks as her eyes rest on your humored eyes. Her mouth opens, unsure if you’re about to accuse her of something but you simply grin. The woman’s hand drops to her thigh, as she looks back at the worker quickly,

“She’s okay,” a soft awkward chuckle reaches your ears, “she’s okay. I promise.”

Your grin turns into a side smile as you nod, “That’s good to know. Thank you.”

Realigning your attention to the music in front of you, she pulls her sleeves over her hands as she stands on the other side of the aisle of records.

“What were you listening to?” She asks, pointing towards the headphones around your neck.

You glance up from beneath your eyelashes at her, already curious about those green eyes of hers. Leaning over to the vinyl player the shop leaves out to demo the records, you snatch up the sleeve and hold it up for her, “You heard of it?” The vinyl cover shows a band of four with their name in neon lights, Houndmouth.

The woman nods and you raise your brows in excitement, “Yeah.” Then her hand presses against her forehead, “Well, no I haven’t actually. I … I don’t know why I just said, yeah.”

You chuckle at how flustered she still is about her crash, “I don’t know many people who have.”

“Oho, so you’re a music snob?”

Biting the inside of your lip with a chuckle, you raise your brows, “Will I drone on about how you can’t fully embrace the music with shitty headphones? No, I don’t care. Will I never speak to you if you listen to the Sex Pistols? Absolutely.”

She lets out a hum as she places of a piece of hair behind her ear, “I listen to them.”

Looking at her with a tight grimace, you can see she’s never heard of them by the way she smiles at you. Clearing your throat as you quickly put the headphones back on the stand, you look at your watch with wide eyes,

“Look at the time! I need to get the hell out of here.”

Her laugh is contagious as you feel a constriction in your chest. Leaning forward towards the records, you rest your hands on the wooden shelf, “I don’t want to pry but… is that a Sokovian accent?”

The flush in her cheeks returns as she mindlessly flicks through the sleeves, “You certainly have the ears of a music snob. Yes. I am Sokovian.”

With a subtle nod, you slip the record you had been listening to back into its sleeve and replace it. Humming quietly, there’s a quiet thwump as she drops the pile of records she was sifting back into their place,

“How… how could you tell?”

Slowly turning the record you had shown her on your fingertips, you glance at her, “I did an internship over there.”

As you turn to start walking down the aisle, she mirrors you, matching your slow and short steps perfectly, “You went to university in Sokovia?”

You shake your head, knowing you had no degrees up on your old apartment wall, “Just some stuff with the hospital. Then I came back here.”

Her brows arch curiously at your short answer, “Why did you?”

Glancing over the aisle, her bright green eyes watch over you carefully as you give a shrug of your shoulders, “Something came up at home and it was more important to leave Sokovia. You know, cause of that Ultron thing.”

The brightness in her eyes dissipates as you mention that tragic event. You kick yourself, you shouldn’t have brought it up, it was still a fresh wound to any Sokovian. Their entire lives taken high into the clouds before being destroyed.

She bites her lips gently, “Yeah… that thing.”

Not wishing to cause her any more distress at the start of the day, you wave the record at her with a soft grin, “It was nice talking to you. I should get going though.”

As you step out of the aisle and start to round it towards the checkout, she quickly steps in front of you. Her hands knock against your chest as you stop yourself from ramming straight into her. You glance down as she pulls in a short breath,

“Hey, can I-,” She looks up at you with a hopeful stare, “Can I see you again?” She lets out a tightly held breath, her face scrunching in embarrassment with a wide smile as she braces for the inevitable rejection.

With an open smile, you say, “You want to see this music snob again?”

“I suppose I have a thing or two to learn.”

You nod thoughtfully, holding up a silent finger for her to wait. Walking past her, you show the record to the shopkeeper, reaching over for a post it note and pen as they ring you up. As they gather your change, you scribble two things on the note and slap it onto the sleeve. Jogging back to the woman who hasn’t moved a single step, you see the worry melt off of her shoulders as she sees you.

“Ta-da!” You say, holding out the record for her as you watch the joy form in her eyes, something you feel has been absent for some time. “If you give this a listen then maybe we can talk about it over coffee? Dinner? Throw crappy records off my yacht?”

Gently, she takes the record from your hands and taps your number and name with her thumb with a smile. Biting her lip she gives you a nod as you slide your finger across your name,

“Y/N. In case you get my mom and have to ask for me.”

She cocks an eyebrow, still trying to figure out if what you say is something sincere or a simple tease.

“I’m kidding,” you tell her as you hold out your hand, “My mom listens to the Sex Pistols. I disowned her.”

Her cold hand forms into yours perfectly, a soft shake shared between the two of you as she speaks, “I’m Wanda.”

Hearing her name for the first time is like listening to a symphony. As you mutter it to yourself for the first time, it’s like a cool drink on a hot summer day. Breathing in deeply, you watch the smallest scrunch in her nose as she glances down at the record again. You step back away from her with a smile,

“Be honest when you tell me what you think later!”

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Sliding up off your motorcycle, you pull off your helmet and suck in the fresh air. You can hear the bumping of the music outside of the venue and let out an audible groan. Pulling out your pack of cigarettes, you pop one in your mouth as you toss the keys to the hotel valet.

Stepping into the outside gardens where the party is in full swing, you blow out a cloud of smoke as you stay on the outskirts for the moment. Staring at the half drunk people, you know you won’t recognize anyone here and you certainly don’t know where the host is. You know this is only half of the party, the hotel is rented out you’re certain and that's where the rest of the people are.

Only a Stark could rent out a hotel for one night of fun. He always hosts such grand parties and somehow you always got an invitation. Sure you spent some time tinkering with him just as the Avengers were starting up. And he nearly shot his repulsor technology at you when you showed up at his doorstep, begging for him to take you in and hide you after you told him the truth of who you were. Still after all these years, an invitation always arrived in your email. Along with invitations to work for him. It didn’t feel right to work for the Avengers after what you’d done. Who you once worked for.

You were tired of running from it though and accepted both invitations that sat in your email inbox last week.

You smooth out your shirt, sliding back your hair as you flick your cigarette into a half drunk and abandoned glass. Taking a small appetizer from a passing waiter, you glance around the crowd ensuring you don’t recognize anyone and no one recognizes you. The moment you got on your bike, you knew there would no use trying to find Tony after arriving this late. You decided to find him tomorrow at the office as you sit yourself down at the bar for a few drinks.

Those few drinks go down easily as you order another one. You feel someone sit in the empty stool next to you. Their bare arms slide across the bar top as they shout out their drink to the bartender. Your eyes glide across the soft skin, dropping to the large slit that rises up her leg. The dark red dress hugs to her body tightly, showing off her toned legs and curves. Rings cover her fingers as she spins them, waiting for her drink as she talks to someone standing near her. Her chestnut hair falls in lazy curls, framing her face so perfectly. A face that holds red painted lips, a small scrunching nose, and two haunting, emerald eyes.

Realizing those eyes stare back, your brows raise in surprise as you lean slightly towards her. Her eyes slowly register who you are, pure delight filling her face as her hand rests onto your arm.

“Nice party, right?” you poke fun at the drunkards surrounding you with a grin.

Wanda’s grin matches yours, “It certainly has room for improvement.”

The bartender slides both drinks towards each of you. Grabbing yours, you lift yours up as she grants you the soft clink of her glass to yours. Taking a drink together, you adjust your body to face her, swinging your leg in and out as she crosses hers tightly.

“Were you here with someone,” you eye the man who was talking to her earlier, “Or are you just here?”

“Here for someone,” she tempts with a casual slide of her foot against your calf, “What about you?”

Watching her with a careful grin, you answer, “I’m here for someone too but they seem nowhere to be found.”

As she sips on her near dark purple drink, Wanda sighs as she leans closer, “Well, I suppose we’re both here for someone.”

Glancing around, you realize you just nearly blocked out all of the bustling around you two, practically hypnotized as you smell her sweet perfume, “I don’t mean to be rude about my someone but I’m over this party.”

Wanda nods knowingly, “I agree, something’s off. Is it the music for you?”

You grin, pressing your foot onto her stool footrest just as she uncrosses her legs, her knee pressing against yours, “Did your invitation come with a hotel room? We could go check out the amenities together. The stocked mini bar, sounds fun. Maybe the continental breakfast?”

She chuckles as her fingers trace mindlessly against your leg, “You are certainly more forward this evening.”

You shrug as you lean towards her and rest your forearms on your legs, “I don’t know. I feel like we can play the part for tonight? A raging party. Two strangers meet at a bar. That has Hallmark written all over it.”

Wanda’s laugh is loud against the music and your eyes squint with your smile, a heavy warmth filling your limbs.

As she rolls her eyes, you take hold of her slender fingers and gently turn one of her rings as she talks, “And you said breakfast? That’s still some time away. What could we possibly do to past the time?”

You feel her bewitching stare as your thumb just lightly strokes against her skin, your hand resting inside the slit of her dress. She feels just like you thought she would. Soft skin that felt cool to the touch and had you craving more and more.

“I think we can find a few things to do.”

The two of you left your full glasses on the bartop and found yourselves outside of the hotel room reserved under your name. Her lips pressed against yours, the warmth of her tongue massaging yours as you tried to urgently find the key card. Your fingers were tangled in her hair as hers gripped tightly against your shirt, untucking it in the middle of the hallway.

You felt the pressure of her hand guide down your body as it slipped into the pocket with your hand. As it slid out, you felt a hiss escape your throat as she bit down sharply on your lip. Opening your eyes to her playful stare, you catch a glimpse of the room key that she holds between her fingers.

“Having a little trouble?” She teases, sliding it into the slot with a coy glance.

As it clicks, you shove the door open as your fingers guide her zipper down her body. Pressing your lips against her neck sloppily you chuckle, “I can stop and retry it.”

“Don’t you dare,” she sighs out as you suck against her tender skin, leaving a reddened mark.

Sliding the soft fabric from her shoulders, you kiss every inch of skin that becomes exposed to you. Her fingers slowly work at unbuttoning your shirt as your lips guide themselves down her collarbone. As you breath out a heavy breath, you watch her body shiver as your lips press between the valley of her breasts. The dress falls completely to the floor as she slips out of her heels and pulls out your belt.

Gripping the back of her thighs tightly, you slowly pick her up as you never let your lips leave her soft skin. As her legs wrap around your waist, she leans back ever so slightly as your hands grip her waist tightly.

“Aren’t you strong?” She teases the achingly slow lift you just did, “But how’s your stamina?”

Holding her tightly, you slowly lower her down onto the mattress, her hair fanning out in every direction as you slip out of the rest of your clothes. Climbing onto the creaking mattress, you press your knee against her wet core as she gasps, her hands gripping tightly around your wrists. Kissing up her body, you softly whisper,

“I suppose we can find out.”

Your hands gently massage her breasts, coaxing a breathy moan from her lips as your lips explore her more of her body. Her impatience makes you chuckle lightly as she ruts her hips to try and find friction against your leg. A small whimper leaves her lips as you bite at her waist, climbing to her lips and smashing against them. Wanda’s fingers trail down your body as you slip yours beneath the waistband of her panties.

“Are we a little impatient tonight?” You whisper against her ear, running your fingers just on the inside of her thigh.

Wanda grabs your face and crashes her lips into you, pulling a sigh from you both. Her arms hug you closer as you grip the back of her neck tightly, your other fingers guiding themselves to her core. Feeling the wet warmth between her legs, you run your fingers through her folds slowly,

“Fuck, Wanda,” you mutter as you kiss along her jaw, “Those noises you make are music.”

You line your fingers up to her entrance and press into her slowly, her back arching as you listen to her rasping moan,

“Just like that,” you whisper, pressing your lips around her hardened nipples as you find the perfect rhythm to thrust your fingers. Curling your fingers as you beckon her, her hands grip onto you tightly, nails digging into your skin as the room fills with moans.

Adding another finger, she sucks in a tight breath but pulls you closer, “Right there, shit!” the words fall from her mouth a jumbled mess as you press the heel of your palm against her clit.

Her nails drag up your back as you guide wet kisses down her body once more, her breathing turning ragged and your heart pounding in your ears. As her fingers grip your hair tightly, you remove your fingers from her clenching walls. Wanda releases a whimper but gasps as you run your tongue up through her folds.

“Jesus,” she pants out as her thighs twitch next to you, your tongue exploring every inch of her and just teasing her clit with a flick of your tongue.

Pressing your fingers back into her, you press your tongue against that bundle of nerves. You feel her hands let go in a moment of blissful satisfaction. Your free hand slides up, intertwining your fingers together as you pin her hand against the mattress.

“God, you taste as good as you look,” you say, thrusting your fingers faster inside of her and pushing her closer to the edge.

If she wasn’t already making noise, she became a whimpering mess as you sucked against her clit. The hand you hold grips so tightly around yours, you swear that you heard a crack, but you didn’t relent.

As her sweating body arches into the air, her shaking thighs clenching so tightly around you as her walls tighten around your fingers, you press your fingers deeply. Pressing a hard lick against her clit, Wanda’s mouth fell open,

“Shit!” She swears out into the night as she falls over the edge, pleasure washing over her face as her body twitches through the waves.

Once you hear her softly sigh and her head fall back onto the bed, you press a soft kiss against her thigh. Carefully, you slide your fingers from her, cleaning them with a loud pop of your lips. Wanda's hand weakly smacks your shoulder at the crudeness but you hear her quiet chuckle once more. Kissing your way up her body, you wrap your arms behind her sweaty back and press a kiss into the depression at the bottom of her neck.

Wanda cups your face gently. Pressing a soft kiss upon your lips, more passionate and thoughtful than the feral kisses you shared earlier.

“What was that about stamina?” You question playfully, her face resting into the crook of your neck.

She breathes into your neck slowly, “There’s such a thing as a second wind.”

Kissing below your chin, you look down at her with a smile. Wanda’s fingers trace your back with the lightest touch. Watching her eyes flutter close, you press against those soft lips again.

In this moment, you would’ve never guessed this was the beginning of what was meant to be the rest of your life. The love of your life was in your arms, sharing kiss after kiss with you. The months ahead would continue to prove it. The realization that you were on the same team. The apprehension that wrapped around your neck when you realized just who you were falling for. The truths you knew had to be said but you were a coward.

And a coward does what a coward does. They run. A two year mission and your name signed on the dotted line. Wanda begged you to stay but you were the biggest fool there was. The truth would come out and you didn’t want to be around when it happened.

It was selfish.

It was idiotic.

Yet you convinced yourself it was for the best. She would never want to be with someone who worked for Hydra. Someone who once held their kill switch. Someone who had a front row seat of her brother dying.

Right?

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Dirty little secret part 2 but bring Nat in 🤧🤧

Here you go anon, just what you asked for.

Part Two with some Nat thrown in.

Read Part One here.

Dirty Little Secret, Part Two

~1.4k words

(mentions of terminal illness)

You look at your reflection in the mirror, smoothing down the front of your dress and adjusting the straps to make sure they were sitting right.

You could feel the butterflies settling in your stomach, the nerves almost overwhelming you. If you had eaten anything today, you would surely be bringing it up by now. You close your eyes and take a deep breath to try and steady yourself, releasing it slowly as your hands tremble.

“Oh, will you relax already?” you hear from behind you and you open your eyes to see Natasha looking at you in the mirror, a soft smile on her face.

She wraps her arms around you from behind and hooks her head over your shoulder. You relax a little in her embrace, but the nerves still rattle through you.

“You look beautiful,” she continues, kissing you on the cheek. “They’re going to be so jealous of you.”

You roll your eyes at her, pulling her arms loose and spinning around to face her.

“You don’t know these people, Nat,” you tell her, your voice serious. “They made my life hell over something out of my control.”

She smiles in understanding, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and leading you out of the bathroom.

“Well, your life isn’t hell now,” she tries to reason with you. “You have a great job, your own house, a tonne of amazing friends and a smoking hot wife.”

You laugh at her as she throws you a wink, dropping her arm from your shoulder and walking over to lie dramatically across the bed.

“What’s this about a hot wife?” Wanda asks as she walks into the bedroom, smiling widely as her eyes meet yours.

She looks incredible in her dress, the material clinging to her in all the right places and you find yourself falling in love with her all over again.

“Nothing,” Natasha replies, faking innocence. “Just giving this one a pep talk about tonight.” She jerks her thumb at you, rolling over to get more comfortable on the bed.

“Are you still nervous, detka?” Wanda asks, looking at you with a frown.

You shrug in response, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth and chewing on it anxiously.

“I’ll be right by your side the whole night, I promise. I won’t let them touch you, not this time” Wanda tells you earnestly, pulling your lip free and pressing her own lips to yours.

You sigh into the kiss, wrapping your arms around her neck, hoping to forget about the upcoming night for just a few seconds. You’re just starting to lose yourself in the kiss when you hear a retching sound nearby, and the two of you pull back to watch Natasha pretend to dry heave.

“Jeez, you two do know you have an audience right?” she asks, feigning disgust.

You laugh at her theatrics while Wanda just scowls at her.

“Last time I checked, this was my bedroom,” she huffs out, resting her hands on your waist. “Can’t you go annoy my brother for a while?”

Natasha rolls her eyes, rising from the bed and walking toward the door.

“That poor bastard has a whole lifetime of me annoying him to look forward to,” she calls out over her shoulder. “But I guess I can start a little early.”

She closes the door behind her and Wanda grumbles under her breath about painful sister-in-laws’ while you just chuckle. Truthfully, you knew Wanda loved Natasha and she couldn’t wait until she and Pietro got married in a month. You were happy that Wanda would have someone like Natasha around.

You were all back in your old hometown for the weekend, staying at the Maximoff household together. Tonight was the night of your ten year high school reunion, and to say you were nervous about facing your former classmates was an understatement.

You had barely hung on until graduation and the second you left for college you had never looked back. College was a whole other world, one where Wanda was happy to be by your side. You still face the occasional backlash for your relationship with her, but both your families had welcomed the news of the two of you being together.

Your relationship only became stronger out of the shadows and ten years on you couldn’t imagine your life without her. The day you had stood in front of all your friends and family and shared your vows with Wanda was the happiest you had ever been. It was a memory that would stay with you until the day you died.

Wanda is still scowling at the door that Natasha had walked through, so you turn her chin with your finger and bring your lips back together. You can feel her smile into the kiss, her hands tightening on your hips. You want to drown in this moment, her lips making you feel heady.

Your eyes are closed and you start to feel a little lightheaded, swaying sightly on your feet. Wanda stops the kiss, pulling back to study you with worried eyes.

“Are you okay?” she asks, her tone apprehensive.

“Yea, just got a little dizzy for a second,” you reply, trying to lean back in but she takes a step back.

Wanda grabs your hands, leading you over to sit on the edge of the bed. She crouches in front of you, cupping your cheeks softly in her hands, studying your face intently.

“You look pale,” she tells you with a frown.

You bat her hands away, crossing your arms over your chest like a petulant child and looking at the floor.

“I’m fine,” you pout, “I just forgot to eat today that’s all.”

You hear her sharp intake of breath and you don’t have to look at her face to know the concern that would written across her features.

“You have to look after yourself, detka,” she whispers, her hands resting on your knees as she tries to get you to look at her. “You know what the doctor said.”

The doctor had said a lot of things.

You had gone in for a simple check up but a few tests later and you were sitting in front of the doctor, your hand gripped firmly in Wanda’s as they rattled off a diagnosis. Most of the words went straight over your head, too technical for you to wrap your mind around. One however had stuck, replaying over and over in your mind as Wanda’s grip started to turn painful.

Terminal.

“I know,” you sigh, meeting her eyes. You see the tears she’s trying to blink back and you feel guilty for making her worry about you. “I was just nervous about tonight, I promise to have something before we go.”

“We don’t have to go,” Wanda offers with a shrug of her shoulders.

“But you wanted to go spend time with your old friends,” you reply, frowning at her.

“I’d rather spend time with you,” she counters, her hands cupping your cheeks again as she brings you into a gentle kiss.

The rest of her sentence is left unspoken, but you know what she’s thinking.

She would rather spend her time with you because there was so little time left you had to offer her. There would be time to catch up with old friends after you were gone; after you had left her alone to pick up the pieces and move on to a life without you.

So you don’t argue when she tells her brother that the two of you decided to stay home that night. Pietro doesn’t try and convince the two of you to change your mind either. You see the realisation in his eyes, the way he hugs you just a little tighter before he and Natasha leave for the old school gym.

Wanda leads you back up to her room and the two of you undress each other slowly before sliding under the covers. She brings you into her arms, holding you against her chest. You pretend not to feel her tears hitting the top of your head and just try to soak in the moment. You don’t know how many more nights you’ll get to be with her like this.

The doctor’s words swirl around your brain as you listen to Wanda’s steady heartbeat under your ear.

Two more months.

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Steve: hey can I get borrow your car

*Y/n without hesitating *: nope!

* 5 minutes later*

Sam: hey can I borrow your car?

Y/n: of course dude

* Steve offended*: how come I don’t get it

Y/n: cause you’re Steve

Steve: ok and why you’d let him

* y/n shrugs* : he’s not Steve

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*kid running away crying*

Wanda: babe wth did you do to the kid

*Y/n nonchalantly* : I told the little shit Santa Claus and the tooth fairy wasn’t real

*wanda shocked*: why would you do that he’s just a kid

Y/n: trust me you don’t want to know what that psycho said

* one minute ago*

Psycho Kid: whoa you’re an avenger

Y/n: yep!!! Who’s your favorite

Psycho kid: I think captain America is the best, he’s totally better than the scarlet lady

* Y/n eye twitches*

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Sam: would you rather live without Wanda or your cat?

*Y/n appalled*: what kind of sadistic person are you?!?!

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Good as fuck

Not Needed, but Wanted

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Gender Neutral!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: All you have to do is open up to get Wanda to stay in your life, so why the hell was that so hard?

Warnings: a n g s t, language, mentions of sexual situations, mommy issues, hopeful ending

A/N: Feedback/reblogs are always welcomed and appreciated! Let me know what you think (: as always, you may not repost/rewrite/translate my post on any platform x

Growing up you were taught to swallow your feelings down. Other people had it worse than you, and you needed to be more grateful, your mother would say. Grateful for what you did have. Grateful you were somehow better off. None of the circumstances mattered to your parents because someone always had it worse.

You were convinced this mindset fucked you up emotionally. Whenever you were faced with a challenge, you shut down. Any feelings you had, you sucked down and forced yourself to not care. It made you a fantastic agent, but a shit person when it mattered most. Which you were fully aware of. You just didn’t know how to stop it.

Even when someone you cared for so deeply stood in front of you, begging you to finally admit how you felt.

Tears pooled at the edge of Wanda’s eyes. The cuffs of her sweater were tucked into her fists to keep herself from picking at her fingernails, a nervous tick she picked up at the peak of your uncertain relationship. You noticed, but you never said anything. You figured it wasn’t worth bringing up because you didn’t want to have an emotional conversation. Any real attempt was futile. But now there was no avoiding it.

“So, what is the point of this?” Wanda gestured between the two of you. “Tell me! Because you say you don’t love me - that love isn’t for you - but your actions say otherwise.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but she cut you off. She reminded you of everything you did for her since you started whatever the hell it was between you. The surprise flowers. The dinner dates. Being there for her when she cried over her brother and losing Vision. The way you held her after an amazing night of sex. None of those things were casual - not in Wanda’s mind.

She thought that it meant you were willing to take the relationship to the next step. She wanted to be there for you in the same way you were there for her. But then news of your mother’s passing came, and she tried to give you the emotional support you needed, but you rejected her. Told her to mind her own business because she wasn’t your girlfriend.

Your jaw clenched, and you turned your focus away from her. You couldn’t stand to see her cry; you feared it would chip away at the wall you built around your heart.

“I don’t need your support, okay? I’m fine,” you said after a moment. Your voice seemed so sure, so calm, it freaked Wanda out. How could you be so calm in a time like this? Your mother was gone, and Wanda was on the verge of walking out of your life, yet you acted like it was another Sunday.

“You do know I can read minds, right?” She huffed. “You’re not fine, and you don’t have to be! You’re allowed to be upset. You’re allowed to feel something other than this indifference that you convince yourself is okay.”

Heat started to rise in your chest, rising to the base of your throat like you swallowed a bunch of hot coals. It spread until it was behind your eyes; it stung so much you couldn’t ignore it anymore and pressed the heels of your palm against them. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

You couldn’t remember the last time you cried, and if you let go now, you would probably never stop.

Wanda stepped forward cautiously. She didn’t want to scare you off, but she didn’t want you to feel alone. You were the worst at confronting your own feelings, which she never blamed you for. You spent most of your life being told that feelings were fatal, and nothing was as bad as your own head made it seem. And you didn’t have to tell Wanda any of that. She just knew that had to be it based on how you reacted to certain situations like this.

You never let yourself get close to anyone. The team seemed surprised when you started hooking up with Wanda because they knew how you were. One agent was brave enough to hit on you when you first arrived, and he quit two days later due to a nervous breakdown. To this day no one knows what you said to him, but it clearly wasn’t pleasant.

You were that way with friendships too. You never went out with the group. You faced every training session with the utmost professional attitude, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but no one could say they knew you. Not the way Wanda did.

And even then, could she say she really knew you? You hid everything from her besides your body.

“I don’t want you to cry,” she whispered as she gently grabbed your wrists. “I don’t want you to think that I’m doing this just to get a rise out of you.”

“Then why are you doing it?” You snapped. Tears flowed down your cheeks, and your breath stuttered when you tried to take one.

“Because I just want you to be honest with me. About anything! Just give me something I can hold onto so I know that isn’t one sided. Please.”

When you stayed silent, Wanda let go of your wrists with a sigh. She couldn’t force you to face your feelings, but she wouldn’t stick around to keep being used by you. It was too much for her. It was too damn hard.

She started to turn away, but you reached out for her, a weak no leaving your lips. There was so much pain in your eyes, and Wanda couldn’t ignore it. She wished she was strong enough to tell you to fuck off and get your shit together. She wanted to tell you that the emotional whiplash was too much for her to handle now, but the defeat in your expression was too much for her to walk away from.

You blew out a slow breath, letting your shoulders deflate with it. “I-”

Wanda stayed quiet as you mulled over your words. She wanted to shake you and tell you to stop overthinking every little thing, but this was the first time you seemed willing to open up to her. She refused to rush or push you.

“I think the team is great,” you replied almost too carefully. “They’re not incompetent, and I appreciate that they never try to make me uncomfortable or feel unwelcome despite how I can be. With that said, I don’t think I would really...care...if any of them left my life today. That’s just how I was raised.” You swallowed thickly. Every word was spoken with as much thought as you could give it, but it still felt like a betrayal to your own brain.

“But I can’t lose you. I know that we don’t need each other, but I-” You cleared your throat and shuffled back and forth on your feet. “I have never wanted someone the way that I want you. Losing my mom is sad, sure, but we never had a real relationship as it was. I know you think that I should cry or feel something about it, but I-I don’t? But I do know that losing you would-”

You rubbed at your face in frustration. Words weren’t exactly your strong suit, and you didn’t feel as if you were really conveying how you felt about Wanda correctly. If you said the wrong thing, she would walk out the door and never speak to you again. The feeling that you could fuck it all up was one of the reasons you didn’t have conversations like this in the first place.

But if you pushed your feelings down again, you would lose her for good.

Wanda pulled you into her arms. She let you melt into her embrace, stroking your back silently as she processed the words you said - and the words you didn’t. There was so much in the words you didn’t say, and she could feel it scratching in the back of your mind.

She kissed the side of your head and whispered, “I love you.”

“Please don’t leave me,” you mumbled into the crook of her neck. She smiled softly. It was as close to ‘I love you’ that she was going to get right now.

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader, Mentioned Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

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Part One: That Way

Summary: Wanda's very aware that friends don't look at friends that way. Natasha shouldn't look at Steve that way and she shouldn't look at you in any way. But she can play the part.

Warnings: more angst because you asked

Notes: Y'all said part 2 so here it is! Be careful what wish for xoxo 💕

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Something had dimmed inside you.

No one else seems to notice, but no one watches you like Wanda does.

Wanda always thought books were a little cheesy when they described how dull someone's eyes seemed—like the spark was gone.

Until it was you.

Wanda wants to lie to herself and say she doesn't know when it happened, but she does. It was right after Stark's gala—the night champagne was spilled all over you, and she wasn't there fast enough. Natasha had abandoned you, and Wanda wasn't there fast enough.

There's a pain beating inside of Wanda's chest, threatening to break her ribcage open.

Wanda's all too aware of how she feels about you, and most importantly, how you feel about her.

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"Why aren't you mad?" Wanda demanded as she dabbed at your chest delicately, wiping away the champagne that was slowly becoming sticky. "Or crying or just—anything!"

"Wanda..." you muttered, blinking rapidly and taking shaky breaths.

"How could you be okay with this?" Wanda's accent starts to come out thick, and you can tell she's irritated.

You feel the hot tears rush forward, and the thought of Natasha—you can't even finish the thought—and the possibility that Wanda was irritated with you made you choke on a sob.

Your shoulders hunch forward as you bring your hand to your mouth to stifle the sound, but it doesn't matter because the tears have over gathered and spilled over.

"Shit," Wanda swore under her breath and then, in a rush, said, "No—miláčik, I'm sorry. I'm not mad at you. I swear, please don't cry."

But once the dam has been opened, you can't stop. Wanda gathered you in her arms, a swirl of emotions battling inside her as she felt you trembling in her arms.

"Why is she doing this to me?" You cried in her arms, and Wanda used her powers to lock the bathroom doors to prevent anyone else from coming in. "Why is she hurting me like that?"

Wanda opened her mouth, but your following words have anything Wanda could say die on her tongue.

"Why am I still in love with her?"

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There are a lot of things that keep Wanda up at night.

The thought of her parents.

Sokovia.

The experiments.

Ultron.

The deaths she's caused.

How Pietro was gone.

But somehow, nothing seemed to keep her awake at night like the thoughts of you.

Right above her was where your room was—the room you shared with Natasha. Wanda wishes she could say that the structure of the Compound sucked, and she could hear things once in a while, but it wouldn't be true.

It's dead silent in her room, and she never hears anything. It should be a comfort, but Wanda thinks she might be a masochist.

Wanda let out a tired exhale as she rubbed her bare face before sitting up. Maybe some water would help her get to bed, she thought and headed to the kitchen.

To her surprise, there was light coming from the common room kitchen on, and Wanda wondered if it was Steve. The man seemed to sleep very little and went on early morning runs around 4AM.

To Wanda's surprise and her stomach dropping, it was you. You were sitting in the living space area across from the kitchen. You had the TV on, but the volume was turned down on a low setting. There was paperwork strewn everywhere, and you were staring listlessly at the screen.

"Hey," Wanda said, her voice raspy and heavy with tiredness but no rest.

You turned over with a confused blink as you saw Wanda standing there. Checking your watch, you cursed quietly under your breath.

"This late already?" You frowned.

Wanda swallowed as she cautiously went up to sit next to you. "Why are you still up?"

You shrugged. "Had some paperwork to catch up on. Got kind of tired, so I decided to take a break. Guess I kind of zoned out."

Wanda looked down at the papers and saw that many of them had different Agent names on them. You were taking on extra work, and she wondered if it was to have an excuse to be busy and avoid your wife.

Wanda looks at you, and even though you had made the comment that it was so late, you didn't make a move to get up to return to your room.

"Why are you up?" You asked as you kept your eyes glued to the screen.

"Couldn't sleep," Wanda admitted freely as she always had with you. "I thought some water would help."

Without taking your eyes off the screen, you lifted your hand to grab your glass of water from the side table and passed it to her.

You don't ask, and Wanda didn't offer, but she remained seated next to you, watching some TV show that had zero appeal to her.

It gets later and later, or earlier and earlier, and the two of you don't say a word.

Until you let out a humourless, dry chuckle.

"Everything's falling apart, Wanda."

She swallows, her own throat feeling dry despite the water she just drank.

As the sun started to rise, she gets a better look at you. You've become sicklier from lack of sleep and dark circles under your eyes too. Wanda wondered how many nights you've stayed out here since the gala.

Suddenly, your eyes sting from tears springing forth to your dry eyes.

"I'm so miserable," your lips tremble, and Wanda wished you would turn off the stupid TV and look at her. "I'm sure I make Natasha miserable too by hanging on."

"You're making no one miserable," Wanda insisted with a hard tone. "If anything, Natasha is the one to blame for...for..." The words fall short.

"Falling out of love with me?" You mumbled quietly. "I don't even think Natasha realizes," you chuckled. "That's the shitty part. She's slowly falling for someone else and out of love with me and she doesn't even realize how she looks at—Steve."

You seemed to falter at the last word, at his name. "I've been out here every night since the gala. Sometimes, I don't even go back to our room. I'll just sleep here and she hasn't said a thing. What used to concern her about me...she's now comfortable with thinking I'm just busy."

Wanda bit down on her tongue, swallowing the angry words about how Natasha is a terrible human being. Maybe she's a great agent and teammate, but she's a horrible wife, and she doesn't deserve you.

Because then Wanda would inevitably spill out about how if you'd just give Wanda a chance, she would show you that she deserves you every single day.

"I'm going to be gone a for a week," you suddenly say, and Wanda turned to look at you.

"Where? Why?"

You swallowed as you finally turned and looked at Wanda.

"Just helping out another division in Miami. Providing my expertise," you explained before you let out a trembling sigh. You leaned forward, moved some of the paperwork, and revealed something that made Wanda's entire body freeze.

Hope.

Dread.

Fear.

Hope.

"I had these drafted up earlier today," you muttered as you hold the divorce papers gently. "I'm going to mull over them while I'm away."

Suddenly, the tears fall from your eyes rapidly. The fact that you're holding divorce papers breaks you. But there's no sobbing or stifled sounds.

"I wonder when I stopped being enough for her," you asked with a chuckle.

And Wanda didn't know what the fuck overcame her because something terrible flared in her chest at your words, and she found herself grabbing onto your wrist to pull you over and slots her lips across yours.

For Wanda, it felt like everything was right in the world. The butterflies, the calmness, the feeling of it all overwhelmed her.

Even when you pulled away, Wanda's left with those lingering feelings.

"What are you—" You started to say, but when you look at Wanda, the words fall into nothing.

"Wanda," your voice is trembling in a way that hadn't yet with Natasha—in the wake of heartbreak she was leaving.

That terrified Wanda.

"I—" you took a deep breath. "I still love Natasha."

It was like hearing nails scrape against a chalkboard.

Because of course you would, you wouldn't just fall out of love with your wife like she had.

"You're my friend," you defined clearly, voice shaking. "I can't afford to lose that. I can't afford another mistake to just forget everything for just a moment. Thank you for trying to make me feel better, but I need you as a friend...do you understand?"

And despite the silence that seemed to follow Wanda around, she was pretty sure she heard something fracture inside her chest.

"I understand...I'm sorry."

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Wanda had never really been the type to work out at the gym like her teammates if she doesn't have to. Her powers and brain have always been enough for her in any given situation.

Yet, since you've been gone, Wanda found herself at the gym more often than not blowing off steam. Tony had built her a special room to practice her magic on, but she's wants something that will physically make her drained.

Tired.

All Wanda could think of was that she was tired.

Her feelings are jumbled up because she's not tired of you. Never tired of you. But Wanda is tired of feeling miserable right along with you.

Wanda's at a loss of what to do with you.

She knew the answer. You had spelled it out so clearly for her, but why hadn't your blatant rejection stop Wanda from desperately wanting you?

Everything kept piling up higher and higher and higher on the inside. She felt like she was going to explode.

"That's definitely not why you lost yesterday. Admit it, Rogers."

Wanda wanted to scream. This was not what she needed right now.

Natasha and Steve come into her special training room, and Wanda wants to scream that there are at least two other training rooms for them to use.

But Wanda huffed as she stopped throwing punches at the punching bag in front of her and began to pack up her things.

"Oh, hey, Wanda," Steve greeted happily. "Boxing today? That's unusual for you."

"Yeah, just feeling spontaneous, I guess," Wanda muttered. "But I'm done for the day. Enjoy."

"You should spar with us!" Natasha suggested with a smile. "I think Steve is tired me kicking his ass. You should humble him today."

The tone was teasing, and Steve scoffed playfully, and Wanda wanted to level the entire building.

"I'm good," Wanda shook her head as she finished packing up her things, eager to leave and find somewhere to break and fix things in peace.

She checked the time and realized you're supposed to be home in about an hour.

What the hell was Natasha doing getting ready for a spar and workout session with Steve. They always took hours when they did.

Despite the disbelief, Wanda knew that Natasha forgot. Or didn't care.

They were the same in her book.

"Come on—" They both tried to egg her on, and Wanda whipped around with glowing eyes. It was evident her emotions were bubbling over.

"No, I don't have the fucking time!" Wanda snapped. "Unlike you, I have to prepare a nice welcome home for your wife since it's obvious you have no intention to."

The outburst stunned Natasha and Steve into silence.

Indignance crosses over Natasha's face. "What are you talking about? It's—" Natasha's words dropped when she checked the time herself.

"That's right," Wanda scoffed. "It's an hour away and you're here about to start your workout with Steve and everyone in the building knows you two work out for at least two to three hours."

Natasha bit her tongue, and Steve looked at Wanda disapprovingly, and she was attempted to use her powers to propel him through the ceiling all the way to the top floor.

"Whatever," Wanda rolled her eyes as she walked past them to leave.

Something ugly was festering in Wanda, and she needed to go. This wasn't her.

It can't all be grief, but why does it feel like the waves are always swallowing her?

Natasha grabbed her bicep. "Wanda, you can't leave. Sticking your nose into our business is inapprop—"

And the barely held together strings snapped.

She dropped her bag and whipped around with unadulterated rage and sorrow.

"No," Wanda growled. "You know what's inappropriate? Being fucking married to someone and looking at Steve the way you're supposed to look at your wife!"

The red wisps collect in her hand. "It's telling your wife that Steve is just a friend when the two of you think so fucking loud that I can't ignore that you're both lying! But no one, especially your wife, needs to be a mind reader to know that friends don't look at friends that way!"

And the tears spill over while Natasha stared at her with wide eyes.

Wanda's voice is hoarse. "You have no idea what it feels like to lose someone you love," Wanda accused. "You have something so perfect and so precious and if you don't want her then give her to me!"

The surrounding practice targets explode, and Steve wrapped his arms around Natasha to protect her. The action should set Wanda off, but maybe she started to understand how emptiness could just settle over her like you.

This was a waste of time.

It didn't matter how Natasha shouldn't look at Steve that way. It wasn't going to stop her because Wanda's all too aware of how you can't control your feelings.

Natasha looked warily at Wanda, and Steve did as well while half-looking to reprimand her. He doesn't because he knows he's in no place to do so.

"This is a waste of time," Wanda said hollowly, the red wisps and glow from her eyes dissipating. "If you don't respect your marriage, there's no reason I need to either."

With that, Wanda turned to leave without her bag, and nobody stopped her this time.

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There's a sense of urgency and acceptance when Wanda met you at the airport to pick you up.

There's longing when you don't question where she's taking you.

There are no words when Wanda pushes you into a nice hotel room she's paid for in advance—you deserve nice things at the very least.

"Wanda—"

But Wanda can't let you say more things that will break her heart.

"Let me be a mistake then," she muttered desperately against your lips. "I don't care. I don't care."

And when you don't push her away when Wanda presses her lips against yours, she sighed with relief.

Wanda kissed you over and over, trying her best to savour it.

This was it, after all. She'd never get this again.

Wanda's all too aware that there's no way that she'll end up being with you...but…she can play the part of a good friend after.

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