wandamaximilf

[wandamaximilf]

Y/N, to Wanda: You have so many fucking psychological problems.

Y/N: [starts making out with Wanda]

[wandamaximilf]

Caitvi, Butchfemme

[wandamaximilf]

Make Me Feel Something Pt. 2

pairing: wanda maximoff + y/n ; natasha romanoff + y/n

warnings: 18+, drinking, kissing, hurt, angst

summary: things don't go exactly as planned after your night with wanda, and you're left alone to deal with the aftermath of it all admist being an avenger– or so you thought.

it had been about four days since the night you told wanda about vision’s hidden transgressions. four days since you had finally felt a reprieve in your longing for your best friend. four days since you had heard a single word from wanda.

the compound felt like walking on pins and needles, a burning silence ever since. what stung even more was witnessing wanda and vision walking around the compound seemingly unphased by what had unfolded. a part of you wondered if wanda had even taken a chance to confront vision on what you told her you’d seen– or what you too had done. yet, it seemed void regardless. 

any time you saw the two interacting, wanda still wore a small smile and continued to laugh sheepishly when vision teased her or murmured something into her ear. it was almost growing irritating for you to witness. most of all, it gave you a dull ache in your chest for the fact that wanda had begun to act as if you didn’t exist. nevertheless, you did your best to ignore the two any time they were near your vicinity. 

on this specific morning, now five days since that night, the sun had just barely began to crest over the horizon. you had already settled on one of the couches in the living area of the compound to relax in the silence. for a moment, you took a chance to watch the sun inch higher and higher before turning your attention to the book in your hands. right now, everything else ebbed away, your mind swirling with the words off the page as you enjoyed the silence and peace.

about an hour had passed by now but ,not long enough, before you heard a familiar voice— one that only now irritated you. 

“dear, would you like a coffee?” vision’s voice almost made you want to wretch, your eyes picking up from the page to focus on him entering the kitchen. familiar locks of fiery orange came into view behind him, “i wouldn’t say no,” wanda wore a beaming smile on her lips, even though her features still read tired from having just woken up. her eyes were fully locked to vision, unaware of your presence a few feet away from them.

“very well,” vision nodded, offering an animatronically playful smile, “would you care for cinnamon in it?” he held up a spice bottle, and immediately even you noted that it was far too red in color to be cinnamon. not very smart for a walking ai.

“vis, that’s paprika,” wanda’s tongue pronounced the spice in her accent, unable to shake it still on certain words. a hearty laugh followed her statement, eyes drifting down as she did, before opening them once again and finally noticing you in the background of their own little world they were in. 

the smile on her face didn’t fade right away, as if forgetting the distance she’d created between the two of you. after a breath, the smile pulled into a tight line, like the one you offer when you pass a stranger on the street. her eyes hesitated on you for a moment, and you didn’t so much as offer any expression before turning your attention back to your book. you could almost feel the brief flitter of disappointment and embarrassment on wanda’s face as you outright ignored her.

“ah, this one,” vision pulled wanda’s attention back to him as she acted as if that awkward moment with you never happened as she laughed once again.

“yes, that’s the one, dear,” the pet name made your blood boil, and the words on the page seemed to jumble from your inability to focus on them.

“look who’s up already!” the voice finally snapped you back to reality, a breath of relief washing over you that someone else was finally in the vicinity.

before you could offer a response, the complete weight of natasha’s ass on your waist sent you hurdling forward to catch your breath. the redhead only beamed at the reaction, leaning back almost in jest as if she were completely lax despite your discomfort. “why you up so early?” her voice was tentative, but still playful as she shifted her weight further against your pelvis. 

you groaned as you tried to find reprieve in the pressure before snapping her a soft glare, “i was trying to enjoy the peace,” your lips pull into a tight line as you raise a brow, “which apparently is short lived.”

natasha flashed a toothy grin as she finally rose off of you, allowing you to readjust and gather your breath. green eyes stared down at you as she stood above, the orange light of the rising sun just lighting one side of her features. her tan skin looked momentarily darker and a part of you found yourself looking a few seconds longer.

wanda’s laugh in the distance distracted you, which was probably a good thing before natasha teased you about staring too long at herself. your mind was always fully focused on wanda, that a part of you in this moment regretted not paying much mind to romanoff. she’d always been present in the moments that you needed a shoulder to lean on and even had listened to your rants about wanda and vision in the past. you briefly felt guilty for making her possibly feel as a second option friend.

“ignore them,” natasha spoke, her voice an octave higher this time as if to intentionally allow wanda and vision to hear. it made you smile faintly, amused by the lack of care she had in order to support you. you could feel wanda’s stare on the both of you, and did note that the two grew slightly quieter as they continued about in the kitchen.

“look, we have that party for our investors or some shit tonight,” natasha continued, “and i could really use a friend’s help on deciding which outfit to wear.”

you closed the book in your hands, placing it on the small coffee table behind your head, knowing you wouldn’t be reading any further at this point. “i don’t think i’m gonna go to that,” you managed, sitting up slightly to better give natasha your focus. 

natasha feigned a weak groan, “oh stop, if i have to entertain tony’s rich friends, so do you!” before you could counter, the redhead’s fingers wrapped around your upper arm closest to her. with one firm tug, she yanked you from the couch and you had to stumble quickly to find your footing. 

with an exaggerated sigh, you obliged her, “fine.” if anything it would be a good distraction for you to spend some time with natasha, even though the last thing you wanted right now was to go to a party tonight and be social. 

natasha beamed, nodding in the direction of her quarters as you offered her a faint smile, following in suit behind her. she really was undeniably a great friend to you, someone that was always in your corner when you needed it. you had known her longer than wanda at this point, she was the one that trained you after all to even be able to work in some capacity for the avengers. maybe this truly would be good for you, to make you feel anything else but the hurt of wanda’s silence and ultimately the loss of a friend.

as you two managed your way past the kitchen, you were able to notice out of the corner of your eye wanda’s eyes boring down on the both of you. a part of you found solace that she seemed to harbor some jealousy in the moment. regardless, you went along your way, eyes focused primarily on natasha. 

“so, it’s either this one,” natasha held up a black dress, rather narrow with a sharp v-cut at the neck that looked as though it would go as low as past her sternum. it looked too small to even fit over your thigh, and a part of you wondered if it would even fit natasha despite her fit physique. “or the red, hanging on the closet door over there,” you looked at the satin red dress hanging, the bottom perpendicular to the floor because of the length and where she hung it. it was arguably just as nice of a dress, but looked slightly less revealing. 

“urm–” you hesitated, almost unaware yourself as to which she should choose, garnering only disappointment from natasha. “i mean, they’re both really pretty…uh–” you were never great at picking outfits for others out, let alone yourself. but you knew well enough that black, red, yellow, or purple, natasha would look good in anything. she had that confidence about herself.

“fine,” natasha admitted briskly, hands falling to the hem of her sleep shirt, “i’ll try both.” your eyes studied her movements for only a second, her hands grasping the hem and beginning to yank her shirt up and over her head. you barely saw the bottom hills of her bare breasts before you sharply turned around with a gasp, “natasha!”

“what?” natasha quipped, as if completely surprised by your outburst, “it’s really not a big deal, y/n. have you not seen boobs before?” the question made her belly laugh, as you heard her begin to shimmy out of her sweats. 

“no, i- i mean yes, i have, but,” the fumbling over your words only seemed to prove the point of you being slightly flustered. you had never fantasized about natasha in that way, at least, not since wanda had come around. it almost seemed wrong that you hadn’t, considering how picture perfect natasha seemed. still, you had always noticed steve or bucky in her presence, flirting with her and natasha going along with it. her reactions made you assume she would never have the interest in you– or another woman at that rate.

“i’m just being respectful,” you shrugged, waiting for some kind of ‘okay’ once she was dressed. 

natasha chuckled lowly again, that faint hoarseness in her tone alluring as you rocked on your heels in slight impatience. 

“okay, you baby, i’m dressed,” natasha voiced, anticipation in her tone. you waited a beat, to make sure you heard her standing still before turning back to face her. 

you stilled, taking a breath to take the sight of the dress in. of course, you wanted to give her your honest opinion, but the warmth pooling in your stomach told you this might be a biased opinion. the black dress clung to her, almost looking like a second skin. it accentuated her features, small hips, a toned stomach, and without sounding inconsiderate, perfectly holding her breasts in place. the v-cut was just as deep as you had imagined, the bottom of it stopping just short of the bottom of her sternum. embarrassingly, before you could stop yourself, your eyes couldn’t help but notice the faint hill of her nipples poking against the thin material.

immediately, you snapped your gaze up to natasha’s awaiting gaze. although, despite your already guilty expression, she decided to tease you further, “sorry, it’s quite cold with nothing on but this right now.” you shot her a soft glare, but continued on as if that hadn’t happened.

“it looks really nice, nat, i like it,” you stated calmly, trying not to sound too biased despite your previously wandering gaze.

“nice? nice?” natasha stepped towards you, making you raise a brow in question, “come on, y/n, you’re as helpful as barnes and rogers.” the disappoint in her eyes made you somewhat sad yourself. 

“you look beautiful, nat, seriously,” you tried again, and this time natasha flashed you a slight smile. 

“that’s better, good girl” she finished with a grin of jest, reaching around to begin to unzip herself. 

the pet name that fell from natasha’s lips momentarily made your stomach heat up even more, but you did your best to push it away as you admired the dress once more. you tired to avoid the small bumps stretching against the material, but natasha didn’t seem to mind the short glimpse. maybe you really had overlooked natasha in the presence of wanda, leaving only another wash of guilt to fall over you. but still, you didn’t know natasha to have been with any women before, only men. you weren’t going to let yourself get in the position to crush on a straight girl– again.

“let me put on the oth-” natasha began but you briskly cut her off. 

“NO!,” it came out much louder and brisker than you intended, and it seemed to have caught the redhead off guard as she froze, “i mean, no, the black– it’s perfect.”

natasha studied you for a second or two before offering a large smile, “okay, thank you, y/n. Black it is.” 

“you wanna help me out of this now?” nat jested, her smile turning into a wide smirk. 

“shut up,” you spoke as firm as you could, but the laugh that elicited from her told you she was just as unserious as you.

“i better see you tonight,” natasha nodded at you, beginning to shrug the straps of the dress off her shoulders. 

“goodbye, nat!” all you received in response was another chuckle as you let yourself out of her bedroom. 

the music was unnecessarily loud, seemingly vibrating the entire upper floor of the avenger’s tower. between the loud bustle of the city driving to the party, and now the incessant music, you swore you could already feel a headache coming on. 

a mix of nausea had also begun to accompany the slight drill in your temple when you spotted wanda and vision mingling amongst tony’s friends. vision’s arm was wrapped firmly around her waist, fingers tugging her hip every so often to show affection. the same hips you had held up a few nights ago. wanda’s smile was as big as ever, whether it was all for show for these investors or not, it still stung.

you found yourself growing rather impatient awaiting natasha now. you’d been here for about thirty minutes, and she had yet to show. so you stood silently, off to the corner, seated at the bar, playing with the straw of your old fashioned. maybe it would be best if you just went home at this point, you were already out of your league in a red strapless dress with a blazer over top. you hadn’t worn a dress since maybe your high school prom, and that was just a guesstimation. 

just as you were about to swallow back the last bit of liquor in your glass, the ding of the elevator made you lift your attention. a wave of relief washed over you, watching natasha emerge. her dress was just as exceptional as this morning, almost more alluring in the dim lighting of this room. as distracted as you were admiring,  it took you a blip to notice her arm hooked in steve’s. 

for a moment, you felt a wave of jealousy wash over you, though you had no reason to. you never were jealous of rogers before, but now that he was attached to natasha, you felt that unwanted pang. he was as dolled up as her, in a black suit and tie, and the eyes of the room seemed to be on them for a second before the mingling began once again. guess you couldn’t blame them, it must be a sight to see black widow and captain america arm-in-arm.

you kept your eyes glued to natasha, hoping maybe she’d feel your gaze. she looked undoubtedly beautiful, and for once wanda was nothing but a backroom thought in your mind right now.

“y/n!” nat’s voice seemed to ring louder than the music to you, a gentle reprieve as you watched her make a beeline to you. locks of red fell just slightly past her collarbones, bouncing slightly as she speedwalked over. 

“an old fashioned, how– old man of you,” natasha laughed lightly, and you rolled your eyes at her statement.

“oh whatever, it’s the only thing strong enough that i can stomach right now to get me through the night,” you waited on the next statement, as if it would be wrong to say, but you continue, “waiting for you to get here.

natasha offered a genuine smile, her eyes soft as if appreciating the fact you were seemingly only here for her at this point. “well, you can rest, i’m here,” the statement seemed even more supportive, but getting promptly cut off as steve approached the two of you.

“ladies, he managed, polite as ever which only made you seem more irritated with him.

“how about some shots?” natasha beamed at steve’s idea, and you nod in agreeance. steve countered by  shooting you a short smile as if to acknowledge your presence once again, to which you returned the gesture. it wasn’t that you didn’t like steve rogers, he really was a genuine person, but something about seeing him with nat this time brought a new sense of insecurity. 

natasha smiled at you eagerly, her hand giving a soft touch on your shoulder for reassurance. you appreciated her support, looking at her genuinely with only a faint smile but holding her gaze. the blue in her eyes seemed darker under the dim light, but there were still flecks that seemed more crystalized when the light of the bar danced off her iris. steve seemed a distant shadow right now, paying more heed to the bartender passing him the shots.

“one for you, and one for you!” steve gave a half smile as handed natasha and yourself a shot glass. you grimaced upon seeing the alcohol inside, putting your nose to the glass and taking a quick smell. the scent immediately hit you, nose scrunching in disgust.

“not vodka…” you whined, looking to nat and steve with furrowed brows. you and vodka had a bit of a rough past, especially the following night of you and wanda’s trist.

“sh–” natasha used her free hand to usher the shot glass up to your lips, “you’re with me now and this’ll take the edge off.” you wanted to rebuttal, but her smile and nod of reassurance made you comfortable enough to oblige. something about the way she used herself as support for you always made the familiar feeling in your stomach return.

“and me!” steve blurted, seemingly trying to keep himself in a part of the conversation. natasha and you both looked at him, smiling as if to not make him feel out of the loop. 

“ваше здоровье!” natasha exclaimed, immediately taking back the harsh drink with steve following suit. you didn’t hesitate this time, anything that would help you get through tonight would be a blessing. as soon as the vodka hit your tastebuds you grimaced again, swallowing it back with disdain. natasha looked unphased taking it back, but even steve had a slight scrunch in his nose from the sharp taste. 

“that’s awful,” your body shivered, as if conveying even more your dislike for the choice of alcohol. 

natasha only chuckled at the both of you, steve having nodded to share his disapproval as well– despite him being the one who ordered it. you took the second of peace to glance your friend over once more. the piercings in her ears were still in place (despite her formal attire), something you always found attractive when it came to natasha. you had a thing for piercings after all, and you’d be damned to deny she didn’t pull that many off. as your eyes wandered lower you could’ve sworn a part of you felt nat glimpse your wandering gaze, but steve occupied her in pointing out who tony’s aquaintances were. 

the edges of her breasts were just slightly exposed from the sides of the v-cut on her dress, tantalizing as they were, you immediately snapped your gaze away before mentally noting how her skin looked still deeply tan against the black material. 

steve and natasha were distracted in conversation, thankfully. natasha was smiling and laughing along to his jokes about the random men in the room. in the back of your line of sight you caught a shot of wanda looking in your direction. for the first time, she actually held your gaze when she’d noticed you spotted her. you stared back for just a moment, a moment that felt like an hour, with an unreadable expression on your face. instead of allowing wanda the pleasure, you were the first to break eye contact, ignoring the way her face looked pained once again, of which it had no right to. 

“come on, let me introduce you,” steve nudge natasha, taking her hand in his to pull her towards the crowd of people. natasha glanced to you, almost apologetically, “are you gonna be okay? i’ll be back in a few, i promise,” you couldn’t help but look to their hands, fingers laced tightly together. now you knew, you came to the conclusion that her and steve were more than just friends and comrades at this point. that must have been why she had no care for you to see her unclothed. you were merely a ‘girlfriend’, a girl that’s a friend. the last thing you needed was to even begin to fantasize anything between you and natasha and find yourself hurting once again.

“yeah, yeah, i’ll be fine, go enjoy,” you forced a smile, one that looked as genuine as it could. natasha seemed to hesitate, but smiled before turning away. 

your eyes followed them both, for only a second or two, their hands still laced together. it made the vodka in your stomach turn over, almost chasing back up your throat. you shift in the barstool, turning your vision away from everyone else and watching the condensation form a ring around your old fashioned you had abandoned. this night seemed to only become worse as it went along, your rising jealousy about natasha unwarranted and wanda still wrapped in the arms of a man who was disinterested in her.

“another one?” the bartender arched a brow as he wiped his hands in a towel before throwing it over his shoulder. you looked at your pretty much empty glass, debating. it was inevitable to make it through this entire night, but one more drink on tony’s tab also couldn’t hurt. “sure, please.”

it had been about an hour and forty-five minutes since you’d last spoken with natasha– and steve. she had been swept away into conversation after conversation and who could blame them. the famous savior that was “black widow”, of course her looks didn’t sway any of them at the slightest either. sometimes you would catch her looking to your direction, mouthing the word ‘sorry’ and holding up a finger to signify one more minute. it was especially irritating watching steve touch natasha any time he had the chance, still you waited. 

but minutes had turned to hours, and you were nearing your wait time of putting up with this commotion. you hadn’t been around this many people in days, mostly confined to your bedroom with a bottle of alcohol to drown the sound of wanda and vision in the compound. natasha was really the only one you’d spoken to, even her desperately texting you to come out or if you needed anything. she was still there.

the sound of wanda’s laugh cut through the crowd, and even knowing it unwise, you looked towards her direction. vision was coddling her near the staircase, trying to be discreet amongst the company as he shushed her. 

he leaned in, talking softly as he did so, your blood running immediately cold. his lips pressed to wanda’s, making the familiar feeling of what that felt like resurface the hurt. the vodka began to test you, making your stomach twirl, and at that point you decided that you’d had enough.

you pushed yourself off the stool, the wood slightly shrieking under the pressure. this entire room had begun to make your head spin more. between the vibration of the music or the overly loud voices of everyone trying to make themselves audible over it, you didn’t know what was worse. 

there wasn’t a care in the world at this point that you left early, or that you hadn’t waited long enough. natasha seemed plenty happy with steve in her presence, and it wasn’t necessary for you to be there at this point. you didn’t even glimpse natasha’s or wanda’s direction as you approached the elevator.

as the elevator dinged on arrival, you sighed in relief at finally being able to escape all of this. you stepped inside, head still slightly dizzy. although, you couldn’t pinpoint if it was the alcohol or from the overwhelming emotion. you placed your back against the elevator wall, head falling back with a heavy exhale at the final peace as the doors began to close.

just before they sealed shut, you could hear the doors freeze in place. your eyes snapped open, looking at the hand protruding between the doors as they drew open once again. for a moment your stomach sunk, unaware of who it was until locks of red finally came into full view. your heart felt as though it finally began to beat once again as she stepped through the doors. 

“y/n…” she started, but when she saw the annoyance in your features, she made sure to reach for the button to close the doors once again.

the elevator lurched back to life, descending to the floor that housed the smaller living quarters. it wasn’t as grand as your bedrooms at the compound, but it would do for the night. 

“where do you think you’re going?” natasha questioned, still standing in front of you as you stood against the wall. 

“to sleep,” you manage, observing her in silence. she was studying you for a moment as if confused by your shortness.

you could hear it in your tone as well, but you were too emotionally exhausted and churning with alcohol to remember. so you added, “i didn’t even think you would notice, if i’m being honest, thought i was quite discreet.”

“i’m sorry,” the redhead began, stepping towards you, “i kept getting cut off and then brought to other people, i just got tied up.” you only seemed to shrink further against the back wall, as if you didn’t want her to approach you further, but you also didn’t want her to feel guilt for something she was unaware of.

“don’t apologize, please, i just want to sleep, nat,” a sigh passed between your lips, too tired to even drag this conversation further.

“you weren’t going to say anything?” natasha continued, pushing you. 

“nat– don’t,” you tried again, tired and growing more irritated. she was only trying to help, but she was now one of the last you wanted to see with a foggy mind.

“y/n, please… i only came because of you–”

“okay, stop!” the velocity of your tone nearly made natasha jump, but she only studied you with worry and confusion, “you came with rogers, you were with him all night. to say you came for me and then leave me at the bar to watch wanda and vision all over each other all night. i didn’t even want to come! i came because you asked me too!”

natasha froze, clenching her jaw as if irritated by your outburst and the mention of wanda, but also understanding of the reaction. “y/n…”

“instead, i watched you and him all night. you could’ve told me you two were going together as a couple first!” you snapped, continuing over her and finally coming clean. you didn’t know if it was the alcohol making you ramble, or if you were just sick of being in a position of use for people.

just then the elevator slammed on its breaks, a slight bell ringing out as it did to signify its stoppage. when you finally looked up, you noticed natasha’s hands pulling away from the red ‘STOP’ button below the floor levels. her face read disapproval and now you felt guilty for even opening your mouth. 

“i didn’t come as a couple with rogers, y/n,” she began, arms falling to her sides, “steve wanted it to appear that way for the media rats and investors in the room, don’t ask me why. and if anything, steve is always the one trying to make it more than it is, i’ve made that abundantly clear to him time and time again. i asked you to come because i wanted to be here with you, to be here for you.”

natasha caught you off guard by the omission, “could’ve fooled me, you were hand in hand all night.” you knew the response was petty, even after the genuinity from her.

you stepped forward briskly and reached for the button on the elevator to resume its descent, but natasha was quicker. she wrapped her hand around your wrist as gently, but swiftly, as she could to not hurt you. the longer you were in this space, the more overwhelming it was becoming. the vodka was making you flush and your stomach was swirling especially with natasha’s previous words of admittance. 

any time you tried to snap out of her grasp, natasha denied it. if anything she only stepped forward to pressure you further to return to the back wall of the elevator again. 

“y/n, who was there for you all these past nights, hm?” the redhead stepped forward again, “who tried to get you out of that dark headspace?” the questions made you relax your features slightly, knowing all too well natasha was hinting at herself and was right. yet with each question, she drew closer to you, “who left the party, to check on you?”

the last question made the full wash of guilt crash over you, now holding the gaze of blue eyes flicking back and forth over your features. your back was flat to the wall now, the scent of natasha’s perfume wafting into your nose. she was so close you could make out the faint thrum of the pulse in her neck.

“you have always been blind to see someone who’s actually there for you,” natasha exhaled firmly, but still as stoic as you’ve always known her to be, “wanda used you in her time of hurt.”

the words stung and when you tried to shove natasha backwards, your fingertips pressing on the exposed part of her chest, she only pressed forward. if anything was knowingly true right now, it was that natasha was always immensely stronger than you. she might’ve trained you, but you still would be never up to par with her years of experience. 

“please, stop,” you could feel the dryness around the lump in your throat, the threatening tears at the situation and what you always assumed was the reality with wanda. yet, hearing it come from nat, someone you have always known to be honest, made it even more real.

natasha only shook her head empathetically, “no, you need to listen to me.” you drew in a breath, trying to figure out if this was reality, or if the alcohol had truly gotten to your head. nat had only grown closer, the stoicism not leaving her as she spoke, “i’ve been here, always… and always will be for you.”

you adverted your eyes to glance at her lips. you’d admire how full they were, slightly parted now with her teeth just visible between them. “nat… don’t…” you warned her, carefully, “i can’t do this again.” 

natasha didn’t seem to back down, standing firm in place. her breath was intolerably close, the scent of mixed alcohol on her tongue as she breathed out almost as if debating her actions. 

“y/n, i won’t be like her,” natasha tried, “you have to see i’ve been here.” you swallowed hard for a moment, trying to listen to her words, trying to believe them. 

“natasha…”

before you could comprehend the rest of your thoughts into words, natasha closed the distance. at first she tested, carefully. her lips grazed against yours, waiting for your head and lips to chase hers a bit. you both danced like that for a moment, feeling her breath on your mouth. your sight began to go black as stars danced in your vision while you breathed her in. 

romanoff brought a hand up, another show of reassurance as she cupped your jaw. her fingertips reaching through your hair on the side, thumb running along your cheek bone. “it’s okay,” it came out barely above a whisper, the heat of the words on your lips finally making you give into her, and she felt it.

maybe it was the stress of emotions, the commotion of today’s events, the jealousy you held tonight against steve, but you reached for her. your hands grabbed each side at the small of her waist, lightly enough to have some form of a hold, not enough to pull her in, but enough to give her permission.

in a few seconds, after letting each other breathe against the other for a time, natasha closed the distance fully. her lips felt full against yours, soft and welcoming. there was no urgency, no panic, it was soft and exploratory. you both stayed like this for a minute, only breaking the kiss a couple times to breathe each other in. she was always there for you as she vouched, long before wanda had come along and in this moment– natasha made wanda seem like she was in a different multiverse. 

natasha drew herself impossibly closer to you, the heat of her body pressed against yours. the pillowing of her breasts against yours made stars between closed eyes move feverishly quick. she was taking her time, making sure to never put you in a position of discomfort throughout. 

your lips both moved melodically, dancing against each others in perfect rhythm. you tried to sway it, but the thought of her and steve passed through your thoughts. however, the realization of the moment, that she was here, kissing you in the elevator, leaving everyone else behind at the party, only made you tighten your grip on her waist. you swore you could’ve heard a faint moan of contentedness at the action. your thumbs brushed against the thin material of her dress, feeling the texture of her muscled lower abdomen and it drove you mad.

natasha was beautiful, it made this feel all the more unrealistic even when she was right in front of you. she rose her other hand, as if reading your mind, cupping the opposite jaw to make sure you wouldn’t pull away. this kiss felt emotional and slow, a feeling that the other with wanda lacked. this wasn’t out of spite or pure sexual intention. this kiss was something that natasha wanted for a longtime, even if you hadn’t let yourself fully realize that. it almost made you feel foolish to brush romanoff aside for wanda in the past.

when natasha drew away, you slowly came back into your own, eyes blinking open carefully. the realization that you both were still in the elevator was somewhat of a disappointment. 

“why don’t we get out of this box, and at least another more comfortable room, more privacy,” natasha chuckled, that warmth and hoarseness in her voice making you spin. her thumbs brushed along your cheeks, a soft smile on rose pink lips as her eyes stayed locked on your own.

“please,” you managed, still reeling from the initial kiss you two had shared. natasha pulled herself away, still making sure to catch your glance with an admiring smile as she turned to pressed the button for the elevator to resume to the dormitory floor, only to return her focus to you as it moved.

natasha was the one to finally make you feel something, and this time, it wasn’t just physical.

[wandamaximilf]

I am thinking- angst for part two of this fic...

[wandamaximilf]

Traitor

Warnings: angstttt, betrayal, arguments, romantic tension, very stressful situations, lying, toxic Nat ngl, allusions to sex

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader, Wanda Maximoff x f!reader, Avengers x f!reader

A/N: Part 6 of my DIWK series! Summary: The truth always has a way of coming out- and todays the day

Fast forward four months 

   The wind blew fiercely against your window as you awoke, sensing an unusual tension in the air—a buzz, as if nature itself was angry. You fluffed your shaggy h/c hair and swung your tired legs out of the warm bed, extricating yourself from the comfortable embrace of a woman’s arm wrapped around your waist. Not just any woman, but Natasha Romanoff—the world’s greatest assassin, a highly skilled martial artist, and your girlfriend. Well, kind of. She didn’t want to label it, and you’d gotten used to that. Things with Wanda had fizzled out, and she was now one of your closest friends. Stability was slowly but surely creeping back into your life.

Just then, your phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling you from your morning trance. An encrypted message from Agent Hill: another file to drop off at the HYDRA data server and report back. No pleasantries, no reassurances. The anxiety that once clouded your mind about this operation had dissipated over the months. You had grown confident in your skills, so close to the finish line now. You just needed one more piece of information about a new serum they were developing—something about a super-soldier project. Deliver that, and you would be officially done with HYDRA, Samantha, and all the vile people who worked there. A free agent—literally.

You pulled the file from its folder, reviewing the intel they provided this time. Not bad, surprisingly.

You dressed slowly, your legs sore from prior activities with your “girlfriend.” Natasha’s sleeping form rustled in the sheets before settling, a gentle huff of breath escaping her lips.

At the base, you navigated the winding corridors, each step echoing louder than the last. The data server room was buried at the heart of the building, and each doorway you passed felt like a checkpoint in a prison. Fluorescent overhead lights buzzed, casting a stark, sterile glow that complemented the coldness of the place. Reaching the server room, you slid your ID across the panel, entering as the heavy door hissed shut behind you.

The space was mostly empty, save for the hum of servers and the dull glow of screens casting eerie shadows. A lone technician glanced up at you, nodding in acknowledgment. You were well-known by now—both for your envied operation and proximity to HYDRA’s high command.

You approached one of the terminals, connected your encrypted drive, and waited as it loaded the contents onto their system. But as you watched the file transfer, doubt crept in. How many more lies before they caught up with you? Were they already catching up, and maybe you didn’t know it?

The file finished transferring. You removed your drive, pocketing it quickly. Turning to leave, you caught the technician watching you from the corner of your eye, his gaze lingering a moment too long. You met his eyes and offered a quick nod, concealing the flicker of alarm you felt as he turned back to his work.

Returning to the compound that afternoon felt like a relief. As you stepped into your hall, orange shadows of the sun creeping in through the glass walls, the quiet was broken by a familiar voice.

“Back so soon?”

Natasha’s slid into your view like silk. She was leaning against the wall in the corridor, arms crossed, her expression unreadable—as per usual.

You tried to keep your face neutral, but her sharp gaze seemed to peel back every layer you’d carefully constructed. “Mission ended earlier than expected,” you replied.

She arched an eyebrow, gaze narrowing slightly. “Right. Just strange. Fury usually sends the rest of us a notice when someone’s out. And you leave me a note. Or text.”

“It was classified,” you shrugged, trying to deflect, hoping she wouldn’t probe further.

Natasha’s smirk softened, but her gaze didn’t waver. She stepped closer, her presence intense. “You’ve been slipping away a lot lately, honey,” she murmured, her tone low. “Everyone’s noticed.” Her beautiful green eyes bore into you, calculating your every expression.

There was no accusation in her words, only an edge of curiosity. But the weight of the lies began to press down, your chest tightening with the guilt you’d tried so hard to ignore. “It’s not like that, Nat,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

She reached out, her fingers grazing your arm—a touch that felt like both an anchor and a pull. “Then what’s it like?”

For a heartbeat, you wanted to tell her. Instead, you swallowed the words, your throat tightening. “You know how this job is, Tasha. It’s complicated.”

A flicker of something—hurt, maybe—crossed her face before she masked it, letting her hand fall away. She stepped back, crossing her arms again. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I do.”

She scoffed, “Doesn’t seem that way.”

“That’s not fair, and you know it.” You squeezed past her, accidentally bumping her shoulder as you did.

Her hand caught yours. “You know I can help, right? Whatever it is.”

You forced a half-smile, “Not this time, honey.”

Natasha held your gaze for a moment longer before nodding, though the air between you felt strained, taut with the things left unsaid. She turned and walked away, leaving you alone in the dim corridor, the weight of her words lingering.

You stared at the ceiling, Natasha’s words looping in your mind. Everyone’s noticed. You wondered if that included Wanda. The thought of her finding out, of her piecing together the truth, was terrifying. She’d already uncovered your family’s past—if she found out everything else…

You didn’t want to think about it.

About twice a week, Natasha would come and sleep in your room, especially after tough training days or a bad mission. Tonight? She didn’t so much as text you. Ouch.

The cold floors at 3 a.m. felt soothing as you walked to the kitchen to grab a drink, catching sight of Wanda curled up on the couch, staring out the window.

Her expression was unreadable.

“Wanda?” you asked, the surprise clear in your voice.

“I couldn’t sleep again,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Her gaze was intense, searching your face as though trying to read every unspoken thought.

You grabbed two juices from the fridge, crossing the room to sit beside her. For a moment, neither of you spoke; the silence was thick.

“It was two years yesterday that I held his,” she began, her voice hesitant. “I… I didn’t even remember.”

You glanced down, your hands twisting together as you gathered your thoughts. “I know,” you whispered. “I didn’t want to remind you, since you didn’t mention it.” Wanda adored her brother, and you adored her. You didn’t want to worsen her pain by adding a reminder. 

    Her hand reached out, covering yours, her touch warm and steady. “I visited his grave earlier,” she swallowed, “left a small baby’s breath bouquet.” “It’s always only one bouquet, but today when I visited him- there were already flowers there.”

  You didn’t know if you should also mention that you left flowers, but when you looked up, Wanda’s eyes were already staring into yours. Her gaze softened, and you felt the pull again, that magnetic connection that made your friendship feel impossible sometimes.

“Wanda…” 

She gingerly brushed a strand of hair from your eyes, tucking it behind your ear. 

“Now your hair is perfect.”

“It’s always perfect, witchy.” 

Her cheeky white smile glowed in the darkness. 

   The next few days most of your training was done with Peter, Clint, or Steve, completely ruling out the possibility of any more relationship messiness. The tension with Natasha, the fragileness you held with Wanda—it was all starting to pull at the threads of your mind once again.

You will never forget that day. That was the day your life changed forever. You often think of what might’ve been, if you hadn’t joined the avengers and all. Just stayed as a high level SHIELD agent. 

Maybe it all would’ve been fine, if not for that Thursday. That stupid fucking Thursday. And for Nick Fury. But you didn’t know all that yet. 

   You swiftly moved through the hallways on your way to meet Bruce in the lab, your mind elsewhere, when a familiar rasp called your name. 

“Y/N.”

You turned to see Natasha, her gaze sharp, expression unreadable. She nodded toward one of the empty conference rooms. “We need to talk.”

You followed her inside, the silence between you thick with unspoken words. You felt like a little kid in trouble with the principal. When the door shut, she turned to you, her arms crossed, her stance tense.

“Is there something you’re not telling me?” she asked, her tone steady but laced with frustration.

Your heart pounded, every instinct screaming to deflect, to lie. But standing there, facing Natasha’s intense gaze, the walls you’d built felt paper-thin.

“I…No.”

She took a step closer, her voice soft but firm. “Y/N, I don’t know what’s going on, but I will find out.”

The intensity in her gaze, the determination, left you breathless. She was offering you an out, a lifeline, but taking it would mean unraveling everything. You were practically at the finish line. 

Just as you opened your mouth to speak, the compound’s alarm blared, cutting through the tension. Natasha’s gaze flickered to the door, her expression shifting to frustration. 

“Of course,” she muttered, looking back to you. 

She turned and left the room, leaving you standing there, your chest tight and burning. 

    The mission had been going well until you were cornered in a tight hallway by a mercenary, his face hidden by a tactical helmet and wielding a blade that gleamed under the dim light. You threw up an arm to block his initial swing, but he was relentless, landing a hit to your side that knocked the breath from you. Blood trickled from a cut on your arm, but you pushed through, angling for a counterattack.

    Before you could make another move, a blast of red energy hit from behind, sending the attacker flying into a wall. Surprised, you turned to see Wanda, her hands crackling with energy. She stepped between you and the mercenary, red tendrils floating around his head before he fainted. 

“Thought you might need a hand,” she said, her tone light, but her eyes betrayed the worry simmering beneath.

You forced a smile, though your pride ached at her interference. “I had it under control.”

Wanda raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but she didn’t push it. She held your gaze a moment longer, “Sure you did, L/N.” 

Before you could answer, Natasha’s voice crackled through the comms. “Y/N, Wanda—stop messing around and regroup. Now.”

Her tone was clipped, cold, and even through the comms, you could feel the chill.

You two shared a quick, slightly guilty glance before moving back to rejoin the others. Throughout the rest of the mission, Natasha barely looked at you, and when she did, her expression was hardened, her gaze flicking quickly between you and Wanda with a disapproving edge.

Back at the compound, you found Natasha in the common area, gathering her gear with sharp, precise movements. You hovered nearby, hoping to talk, to get a hint of what was going on, but she barely acknowledged you.

“Nat,” you started, your voice soft.

“What?” Her tone was harsh, her eyes narrowing. “Something you need?”

You faltered, caught off guard by the bite in her voice. “I… I just wanted to check if you were okay.”

She scoffed, a cold smirk pulling at her lips. “That’s rich. Last I saw, you were the one who needed backup. I didn’t realize Wanda was your personal rescuer.”

The words hit like a slap, the sting of her jealousy clear. You opened your mouth to respond, but she cut you off, grabbing her bag and shouldering it without a glance in your direction. You tried to lighten the mood, “A little jealous, Romanoff?” Although you were teasing, the joke came out so soft, genuine. You gently touched the small of her back, gazing at her with worried eyes. 

“Let’s not pretend this is anything more than a job, Y/N,” she said, voice low and unyielding- she shifted out of your touch. “That way, you won’t get distracted.”

“I think we should continue our conversation from earlier-,” you were cut off before you finished your sentence 

“And what if I don’t want to talk? Ever thought about that?” 

“Earlier you said you were here for me, that I’m not alone. I don’t understand, you know I care about you. Just talk to me-,” you hadn’t anticipated the crack in your voice at the end, catching Natasha’s attention, but of course, only for a second.

She packed her bag faster. 

“Natasha please-”

“Enough!” Her loud voice bounced off the walls. 

“So what are we then? We sleep together, we share a bed, you care about me- I know you do. So what is this?”

Natashas jaw clenched, and when her eyes looked at you, they held something you’d never seen, “It’s just sex, Y/N.  Grow up. It’s what adults do.” 

She rushed past you, shoulder bumping yours, leaving you standing there. Wounded and more confused than ever- the Romanov specialty. 

As you entered a new log into your journal that night, spilling your heart about HYDRA, Wanda, Natasha, a knock sounded on your door. For once, you just wanted to be left alone. You threw the journal under the covers, running to the bathroom.

You poked your head out of the door, “In the shower, can’t talk!” You hoped it was loud enough for whatever guest to go away. It wasn’t. 

  As the scent of vanilla and citrus soap slid down your skin, rubbing any grime away and relaxing your muscles, Wanda walked into your room. She figured she’d just wait to talk with you once you got out of the shower, plopping herself down on your bed. However, as soon as she sat, something hard and stiff was felt under her, something very uncomfortable. Wanda slightly lifted herself off of the bed, blindly moving her hand around for the stiff object- finding a small journal. It was a dark red, canvas cover. Your initials were etched into the bottom right corner. 

As you stepped out of the bathroom, the sight of Wanda sitting on the edge of your bed, her hands trembling, sent a chill down your spine. Your journal lay face down on the floor, its secrets exposed. Droplets from your wet hair trickled down your back, the cold seeping through your pajamas and onto the wooden floor. The room was thick with silence. 

Wanda’s eyes, wide and glistening, locked onto yours. Her voice, barely above a whisper, broke the tension. “How long?” The weight of her question pressed heavily upon you.

Your heart raced, each beat echoing in your ears. The walls seemed to close in, the air growing thin. You opened your mouth, searching for words, but found none.

Wanda’s gaze hardened, a mixture of hurt and betrayal evident. “All this time… ” Her voice cracked, the pain palpable.

You took a tentative step forward, hands outstretched in a plea. “Wanda, I can explain—”

But she recoiled, as if your very presence burned. “Explain? How can you possibly explain this?” She gestured towards the fallen journal, her movements sharp and erratic, “It’s you. You’re the traitor, you’re the mole,” she glared at you accusingly. The red glow in her eyes grew with each second. 

Desperation clawed at you. “I  was told to lie. Ask Fury he put me—”

“Fury? Are you serious?” she interrupted, her tone dripping with disdain. “Was any of it real? Or was I just another pawn?”

You shook your head vehemently, “No, Wanda, you have to believe me. My feelings for all of you are genuine.”

She stood abruptly, red wisps crackling from her fingers, “I don’t know what to believe anymore.” 

   Before you could utter another word, the door swung open with a resounding thud. Natasha stood in the doorway, her face a mask of cold fury. Behind her, Steve and Tony loomed, their expressions grim. Natasha’s voice was icy, each word laced with venom. “Is it true? Have you been feeding information to HYDRA?”

Your knees threatened to buckle under the weight of their collective gaze. You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to stand upright. “It’s not what it seems. I was working undercover, on Fury’s orders. I was a SHIELD agent before an Avenger, you guys know this.”

Tony scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Convenient excuse. Got any proof?”

You reached into your pocket, fingers trembling, and producing your phone. “Call him! Ask him. Fury will tell you everything, promise.”

Steve stepped forward, grabbing your phone out of your hand- crushing it. His eyes, usually filled with warmth, were now cold and distant. “Your promises mean nothing to us anymore, Agent.”

Tony stepped further into the room, all of them cornering you, “Besides, Fury’s off grid with Maria. We just got the call.” He sucked his teeth, “But if  you two worked as closely as you say, you would’ve known before us.” The bite in Tony’s words wasn't missed. 

Fuck. 

As they turned to leave, you dove for your notebook on the ground, picking it up and practically shoving it toward Steve, “This! Read this!” ragged breaths left your mouth, “everything that’s been going on is in it. From the first day.”

Steve glanced at you warily, looking back at Natasha, “Can we trust this?” 

The redhead’s gaze toward you was icy, completely void of emotion. Your eyes pleaded with her. She didn’t care. 

“Absolutely not.” 

[wandamaximilf]

Yours to Taste | N.R

When your period starts, Natasha is forced to battle against her instincts, but the scent, the taste, the sheer temptation is too much. The moment she finally indulges, she loses herself completely.

Vampire!older!Natasha x Human!younger!Reader

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! Age gap (N= 100+ r= 23), Blood, period sex, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), multiple orgasm, possessive Natasha

Word count: 3,4k

A/N: The idea has been buzzing around in my head for a few days now..🩸

The quiet hum of your phone vibrating against the wooden coffee table pulled your attention away from the TV screen. You had been curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, clutching a heating pad against your stomach, when you felt it, the unmistakable ache and warmth spreading through your lower abdomen. Shit.

You blinked at your phone screen. Natasha’s name was already waiting in your chat, her last message sent hours ago when she left for work. You hesitated for a second before typing.

Hey love, just a heads-up…I just got my period. Don’t freak out when you get home, okay? 😕

You hit send and stared at the screen, watching the three little dots appear. A few moments later, her response popped up.

Understood, moya lyubov (my love). I’ll be home soon.

Her message was simple, but you could almost hear the undertone of tension beneath her words. You knew she’d keep herself in control..she always did. But still, your blood had an effect on her, more than she liked to admit. You sighed, stretching your legs over the couch and burrowing deeper into the warmth of your blanket. You trusted Natasha with everything in you, but you also knew what she was. And this? This was going to test her patience.

An Hour later, the sound of the front door unlocking made you glance up. Your stomach was still twisting in knots, and you were halfway through a cup of tea when you saw her stepping through the doorway, eyes dark with something unreadable. But then she saw you, and the tension in her shoulders eased just slightly.

“Hey, darling.” she murmured, voice smooth but careful, like she was forcing herself to stay in control. “Hey.” you smiled softly, setting your cup down. “Rough day?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” She stepped forward, but then she froze. You saw it the moment the scent hit her. Her pupils dilated, her body stiffening for the briefest second before she took a slow, controlled breath. Your stomach flipped with guilt. “I’m sorry..” you mumbled, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself like it could somehow hide your scent from her. “I know this is..well, hard for you.”

Natasha’s jaw tightened, and she exhaled through her nose. “Don’t apologize.” she said, but there was a tightness to her tone, like she was barely keeping herself in check. You watched her carefully, the way her fingers twitched at her sides, the way her throat bobbed when she swallowed. Her usual sharp composure was fraying at the edges, but she was holding herself together for you.

“I can sleep in the guest room tonight..” you offered, voice gentle. Natasha’s head snapped up, her green eyes narrowing. “No.” She took another slow step toward you, moving like a predator stalking forward, but her eyes..God, her eyes held something deeper.

“You are my love.” she murmured, her voice thick with something more than just hunger. “I have lived for centuries, and not once have I felt what I feel for you.” She reached forward, her fingers ghosting over your cheek. “You don’t have to hide from me.“

“But..” you hesitated, glancing away. “I don’t want to make this harder for you.” A small chuckle escaped her lips, low and dark. “Oh, Detka (baby), you have no idea how hard it already is.” She leaned down, pressing her forehead against yours, her cold breath fanning over your skin. “Do you trust me?” she whispered. You nodded instantly. “Always.”

A smirk tugged at her lips before she pulled away slightly, her gaze flickering to your neck for the briefest moment before she looked back at you. “You should rest.” she said, her voice softer now, more controlled. “I’ll get you everything you need.”

“You don’t have to-”

“I want to.” Your lips parted in surprise, but Natasha was already turning away, slipping out of the room with graceful ease. A few minutes later, she returned with another heating pad, painkillers, and your favorite chocolate bar. She placed everything beside you before kneeling down in front of the couch, her hands resting on your knees.

“Better?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. You felt a smile tug at your lips. “Much better.” Wordlessly, she walked into the kitchen again, and a few moments later, she returned with a wine glass filled with a deep, rich red liquid- your blood. You had both prepared for days like this, ensuring Natasha had a collected supply from you when things got too difficult. It was something she had initially protested against, but eventually, she had accepted it as a compromise.

She sat down beside you, swirling the liquid in the glass before taking a slow, measured sip. A satisfied hum rumbled in her throat as the taste hit her tongue intoxicating, rich, unlike anything she had ever known. You watched her, resting your head against her shoulder. “Better?”

She turned her head slightly, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Much.” But it was a lie. Natasha was a master of control, but even she had limits. But she wouldn’t break. She refused to. Instead, she focused on you, on the way your fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on her arm, on the way you sighed as you settled deeper into the couch. “What are we watching?” she asked, shifting her attention to the screen.

“Some rom-com..” you replied, waving a hand dismissively. “I needed something light.” She chuckled, taking another slow sip from her glass. “You and your guilty pleasures.”

“You love them too!” you teased, nudging her side. A smirk played on her lips. “I tolerate them because you love them.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes but smiling nonetheless. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, watching the movie while Natasha slowly drained her glass.

But despite her best efforts, her mind kept betraying her. The blood she drank satisfied her, but it wasn’t enough. Not when the real thing was sitting right next to her, her scent wrapping around Natasha like a drug. The warmth of you, the sound of your pulse, steady and inviting made it so much worse.

Her fangs ached, her instincts screaming at her to sink them into your soft skin, to taste you directly, to indulge in the one thing she craved more than anything. She clenched her jaw, her fingers tightening around the glass.

No. She would not lose control. Not with you.

You stirred beside her, breaking her from her thoughts. “I’ll be right back..” you murmured, standing up and stretching slightly. “Bathroom break.” Natasha nodded, watching you as you disappeared down the hallway. And then she exhaled, long and slow, her carefully built restraint momentarily slipping as she ran a hand through her hair.

God..

The moment you left the room, the scent of your blood intensified. Without you sitting beside her, your fragrance spread more freely, wrapping around her like an unshakable grip. She set the empty glass down on the coffee table, flexing her fingers as she let out another slow, measured breath. Her fangs ached more now, her throat burning with the effort it took to keep them from extending fully.

The worst part? She wanted more. Not out of hunger, but out of something else. Something deeper…She wanted to taste you from the source. To have you beneath her, warm and willing, trusting her completely as she sank her fangs into you not out of need, but out of devotion.

She squeezed her eyes shut, inhaling sharply. Control! She had mastered it for centuries. She could handle this. The bathroom door opened and the scent hit her all over again. Natasha stiffened, gripping the couch cushion as her fangs pressed against her lips.

And then you walked back into the room, completely oblivious to the battle raging inside her. “Everything okay?” you asked, tilting your head slightly. She swallowed thickly, forcing a smirk onto her lips. “Of course, baby.”

Another lie.

And she prayed you wouldn’t see through it. But you weren't oblivious. You knew Natasha better than anyone-better than she sometimes knew herself. So when you stepped back into the living room and saw the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers dug into the couch cushion, the way her jaw was clenched just a fraction too tightly-you knew. She was struggling.

But she wouldn’t ask. She would never push you, never make you feel like an obligation. No matter how much she needed you, no matter how much her body screamed for your blood, she would starve before taking something you didn’t freely offer. And that’s what made you decide. A beat of silence stretched between you, thick and charged, before you slowly stepped closer. Natasha's pupils dilated slightly, but she didn't move.

You swallowed, shifting your weight from one foot to the other before speaking. "You can take from me, Nat.." you whispered, tilting your head slightly, exposing the soft skin of your neck. "I trust you." A sharp inhale. A slow exhale. Her grip on the couch tightened, her fingers curling into the fabric like it was the only thing keeping her tethered. She wanted you-God, she wanted you-but not like this.

Not when she was barely keeping herself together. She exhaled through her nose, reaching forward, her cool fingers brushing against your wrist before she gently pulled you down beside her.

"You have no idea how much that means to me." she murmured, her voice thick with emotion, "but it won't be enough." You blinked, confused. "What do you mean?" Natasha's jaw tensed. Her eyes flicked downward-toward your abdomen. Your face flushed instantly as realization hit you. “Oh.."

A flicker of something unreadable passed over her face before she met your gaze again. "Your blood is strongest at the source, moya lyubov (My love)." Her fingers brushed against your thigh, light as a feather. "That's what I need." Your heart stuttered in your chest. Heat crawled up your neck. "But..it's...” Your voice faltered, and you glanced away. "It's dirty.."

Natasha was silent for a moment, and then a quiet chuckle. Not mocking. Not teasing. Just fond "Oh, Y/n.." she murmured, cupping your cheek, coaxing you to look at her. “It's not dirty. Not to me." You bit your lip, still hesitant. "But it's..it's different..!"

"It's you." she countered, her voice dipping lower, more intimate. "The most sacred part of you." Your breath hitched. Natasha leaned in, pressing a kiss to your temple before whispering, "Do you trust me?" You exhaled slowly. You did. Always. So you nodded. She leaned in, her lips ghosting over your jaw. “Let me take care of you.”

You exhaled shakily, your fingers tightening around her. You had never done this before. You had shared nights of pleasure, of intimacy, but never during your period. The thought of it made you hesitant, but the way Natasha was looking at you, like you were something sacred, something she worshiped…

Natasha’s eyes darkened with something primal, but she stayed in control, her movements slow, gentle. She kissed you deeply, her hands sliding down, undressing you inch by inch. She took her time. Even as her instincts screamed at her to just take, she resisted because this wasn’t just about her hunger.

It was about you. Making you feel comfortable. Making you enjoy it. By the time she reached her destination, her lips pressing reverent kisses down your stomach, her grip on her control was paper-thin. “Relax..” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. “Let me worship you.”

The moment your blood hit her tongue, the moment the warm, intoxicating essence slid down her throat, something inside her snapped. A deep, primal groan rumbled from her chest, vibrating against your skin as her hands tightened on your thighs, keeping you firmly in place.

She couldn’t stop- wouldn’t stop. Not now..Not when she finally had the one thing she had been denying herself for too long. The taste..it was richer than anything she had ever known. Sweet, dark, forbidden in the most delicious way. And the scent?

It was overpowering.

It clung to her senses, invading every part of her, making her wild with hunger, desperate to take more, to drink deeper, to claim you in a way that no one else ever could. And then..Your moans. The moment the first soft, broken sound slipped past your lips, Natasha shuddered.

Her grip on you tightened, her nails digging into your skin as she groaned against you, drinking deeper, her tongue flicking against you in slow, intentional strokes. “Fuck..” she murmured against your sensitive flesh, her voice thick, possessive. “You taste..so fucking..good.”

Your back arched off the couch, your fingers tangling in her red hair, your thighs trembling against her shoulders. “N-Natasha-“ She smirked against you. “That’s it..” she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. “Let me hear you, baby. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.”

Your breath hitched, a whimper escaping you as she flicked her tongue in just the right way, sucking lightly before groaning again, completely lost in the taste of you. She could feel it. The way your body was responding to her. The way your thighs tensed, the way your breathing came shorter, the way your hips jerked slightly with every slow, torturous stroke of her tongue.

“So sensitive..” Natasha teased, her voice dark with amusement. “Is it because of me, or is it because you’re already so worked up from how much I’ve been craving you?” You let out a soft cry, your nails scraping against her scalp, pulling her closer.

She groaned again, the feeling of your desperation only fueling her own. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Natasha murmured against you, her voice like velvet, like sin. “You like knowing how fucking insatiable you make me?” Your head tipped back against the couch, your entire body on fire, the pleasure building, coiling tighter, stronger with every slow, indulgent flick of her tongue.

And then Natasha felt it. The shift. The way your body suddenly went tense, the way your thighs quivered, the way your fingers gripped onto her like she was the only thing keeping you tethered to this world..and she could taste it.

The deepening of your arousal, the way your body was offering her the best of the best- “Oh..” Natasha moaned, her voice wrecked with pleasure, her own hips grinding down against the couch involuntarily. “You’re so fucking close, aren’t you, Darling?”

A desperate, needy whimper escaped you. Natasha grinned, her fangs dragging lightly against your sensitive skin, her hands gripping your thighs tighter, keeping you right where she wanted you. “Give it to me.” she whispered, her tone commanding, possessive. “Come for me, Detka (baby)c Let me taste every. Fucking. Drop.”

That was all it took. You broke, your entire body arching, a loud, desperate moan ripping from your throat as your release crashed over you, waves of heat and pleasure flooding through your veins. Natasha groaned deep, guttural, wrecked as she drank through it, devouring every last bit of you, her fingers digging into your thighs as she held you still, taking everything you had to offer.

She was fucking gone. Your taste, your pleasure it was too much. And she never wanted it to end. She didn’t stop until you were trembling, until you were whimpering, until your body had given her everything and even then, she lingered, pressing slow, possessive kisses against your inner thigh, purring against your skin as she finally, finally pulled away.

She hovered over you, her green eyes dark, her lips glistening, her breath ragged. “My beautiful Treat.” she murmured, brushing her fingers over your cheek, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips. “You are everything to me.”

Your body was boneless, sprawled beneath Natasha, your chest rising and falling with ragged, uneven breaths. The aftermath of your release still pulsed through your veins, leaving you sensitive, your skin electric under her touch.

You barely had time to catch your breath before Natasha shifted, moving with effortless predatory grace. Before you could even process it, she was lifting you, flipping you, maneuvering your spent, shaking body into her lap, so your back was pressed against her chest, your head resting against the cool, safe haven of her shoulder.

You gasped, your hands instinctively reaching for her arms, gripping her like a lifeline. “N-Nat-” A low, pleased hum vibrated against your ear as she settled behind you, her strong arms locking you in place. “Oh, how cute..” she purred, her lips ghosting over your jaw, her breath cool against your overheated skin. “You didn’t think I was done with you yet, did you?”

You let out a soft whimper, your body already too sensitive, too worked up- But Natasha’s hands were already moving. Right back to the mess she had created between your thighs. You whimpered sharply, your hips jerking, trying to squirm away, but she didn’t let you.

A dark chuckle left her lips as she wrapped one strong arm around your waist, holding you firmly against her. “Oh no, Darling.” she murmured, her voice dripping with hunger. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Your fingers tightened around her arm, a shaky moan slipping from your lips as her fingers teased over your still-sensitive core, sending shockwaves through you. “Natasha, please..” She tsk’d, nipping at your jaw. “Ah ah, no hiding from me.”

A sharp gasp left you as her fingers moved, slow, torturous, but still so deliberate, stroking exactly where you needed her, where she knew would make you fall apart again. Your body twitched, your thighs shaking, a broken moan spilling from your lips as she curled her fingers just right.

“Still so sensitive..” she murmured, her lips trailing down your neck, whispering sinful promises against your overheated skin. “You’re so perfect like this, you know that?” Her voice was thick, possessive, dripping with pure adoration.

“Whimpering in my arms, squirming, desperate for more, even when your body is already spent..” Her tongue flicked over your pulse, feeling it race beneath her lips. “I could stay here forever, my love. Tasting you. Feeling you. Owning you.”

A deep, broken moan slipped from your lips as your body arched, completely at her mercy. She could feel how close you were again. The way your body tensed, the way your breath hitched, the way your fingers clawed at her arm, as if begging for something more.

And then..She whispered it..The words that sent fire straight through you. “Can I bite you?” You whimpered sharply, your head tipping back against her shoulder, your breath coming in quick, shallow pants. You were too far gone, too wrecked, but she was waiting. She needed your permission. She could hear the hesitation in your breathing, so she waited..

Her pace didn’t slow, if anything, her fingers moved faster, building you up, bringing you right to the edge again, making your body tremble, making your mind flood with nothing but her. You needed it. You needed her. “Y-Yes..!” you gasped, whimpering, clutching her arm desperately. “Please, Nat-“

That was all it took. She struck. Her fangs sank deep, piercing your soft, flushed skin, sending white-hot pleasure exploding through you. A sharp, broken cry left your lips as your entire body arched, your release slamming into you, more intense than anything you had ever felt before.

Natasha groaned loudly against your neck, drinking you in, her fingers still moving, pulling you through it, dragging out every last bit of pleasure until you were shaking, twitching, utterly spent in her arms.

And God..The taste..The way your blood flooded her mouth, mixed with the adrenaline, the ecstasy of your pleasure. It was divine. Natasha moaned deeply, drinking slowly, savoring the warmth, relishing in the way your body still twitched in aftershocks, your whimpers muffled against her arm as you came down from your high.

Finally, finally, she pulled away, her tongue lapping over the puncture marks, sealing them with gentle care. You were limp, your breathing slow, your skin still flushed, but you had never felt safer. Natasha nuzzled against you, pressing soft, reverent kisses to your jaw, to your shoulder, her arms tightening around you as if she never wanted to let go.

“My perfect girl..” she whispered, completely wrecked, her lips brushing over your ear. “I’ll never want anything but this.” You let out a soft, exhausted sigh, melting against her. And in that moment, wrapped in Natasha’s arms, claimed, cherished, utterly loved, you knew. She wasn’t just your vampire. She was yours. Forever.

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[wandamaximilf]

Make Me Feel Something

pairing: wanda maximoff + y/n ( mentions of vision )

warnings: 18+, overstimulation, teasing, spit, fingering, lesbian, clit play

summary: when you share disappointing news with wanda about catching vision acting out behind her back, her anger spirals and she takes it out on you, but she has no idea of the wormhole of feelings she's just opened up

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“i didn’t need your help!”

wanda’s hand rockets towards you, jarring you square in the shoulder and nearly knocking you backwards. her other hand, dispelled in crimson swirls, sending the door behind herself slamming shut with such a force you swear the entire compound heard the commotion by now.

“-and what was i supposed to do,” you furrow your brows, perplexed, but with enough venom on your tongue to portray you have no intention of backing down, “not to tell you that i didn’t see your robotic boyfriend with some other woman?”

you stare back at wanda cross, but the bubbling hurt and anger only seems to swell behind green, flecks of red dancing like static in them momentarily.

“vision would never, he actually loves me unlike you spilling lies at me, you’re supposed to be my best friend! why would you make up something like this, out of jealousy?” she spits, seething at this point as she steps towards you in intimidation, though you know the reality of her nature is she would never actually lay a hand on you. 

“you’re not thinking clearly,” you shake your head, sympathy laced in your tone, “even if i am lying, why would i do that knowing it would hurt you? do you think that low of me, wanda?” you can tell your words ring logic through her, she knows you would never do something or say something to intentionally hurt her, but right now she is too jaded to even remotely put herself first over another she loves, nothing unusual for her character.

wanda seems to hesitate, as if her initial counter to your question was not a substantial enough response. she can’t fight logic, not right now. her mind

behind it all, you know she’s hurting, reeling behind a fairytale of whom she saw as a lifelong partner now having deceived her. 

yet, a part of you always saw this coming after all, he was just a construction of wires and vibranium. at some point his ‘brain’ would malfunction, and you didn’t merely assume that just based on your original disdain for him coming into wanda’s life.

“y/n, just go,” the words nearly sting, as selfish as that feels right now when really wanda is the only one with the right to feel anguish. 

unknown to her that for years you’d sat, watching and observing her, silently mesmerized and foolishly in love with the idea that maybe one day wanda would come to terms that the idea of being with you would’ve been a more viable option over vision to begin with. it was torture enough watching them oggle over one another around the compound. 

but now he’s the villain in the story, and it’s not exactly the prime moment to confess your feelings long hidden for her. no, it would be too selfish and look as if you were spinning her hurt into an opportunity. you know it would not be the ideal way to confess your deep desire you’ve held for her, imagining her like a high school crush and what it would be like to be loved in that way by her, instead of the friend pledged in loyalty to her.

“wands-“

“get the fuck out!” this time her words are the ones landing venomously, usually the innocence in the nickname grounds her, but not now. not today.

“i can’t just leave you-“

wanda lurches forward, reaching with brisk hostility to grab your upper arm in an attempt to drag you back to the door and out of her bedroom. but you’re quicker, your reflexes are more time–  thanks to romanoff’s training. your fingers spool around her wrist, stopping the motion and catching her off guard, enough to send her tripping over herself.

“fuck- you-“ this time wanda’s voice cracks, a pant between each for her loss of balance and catching herself before she falls against you. you can hear the innocence and muddled hurt even under the harsh words. any sparks of red had dissipated from the green in her eyes, now overtaken by the rising swell of tears giving them a glassy aura.

your eyes flick to her mouth as the slur falls from her lips, it even looked unnatural coming from them and you certainly couldn’t bear to watch those tears fall. you’d seen her say those words before, but this time it was different. it wasn’t in jest, yet it wasn’t necessarily in hatred or true anger. the only place it was coming from was agony and the incomprehension of her own emotions right now. 

she’d lost so much already, given so much of herself for those she cared about, it only made your heart wretch further. all you wanted to do was console her. 

wanda was so inexplicably close to you right now, enough to feel the heat of her breath on your face. it made the hair at the base of your neck stand up, her scent overwhelming you. your thoughts only whirled further, flashes of knowing how in pain she was.

a mix of impulsivity and selfishness to give in to temptation was overwhelming. all you wanted right now was to try and take her pain away in any way possible right now. a distraction. but also a longing release of your own feelings for her. your thoughts swirl a million miles a minute, briefly forgetting about the current situation you’re in.

before you can comprehend your own thoughts, deciding between right and wrong, the heat of wanda’s breath recedes, replaced with a harsh and violent pressure against your lips. it takes you a moment to understand the situation, wanda’s lips now pressed feverishly against yours. there’s a swelling taste of salt and copper washing through your mouth. a mix of her tears, and a stray drop of blood from the newly opened cut on your bottom lip, caused by the velocity of your lip caught between hers and your teeth. her hands had cupped your face at the initial contact, black nails pressing into the back of your jaw as if you might slip away. it stings at first, but you let it be.

you have to break it, this isn’t right, this is wrong. wrong on so many levels. wanda’s heart was broken right now, and this seemed disingenuous.

but you also can’t ignore the immediate warmth that travels through your abdomen, feeling it spin in guilt but also reprieve for finally feeling wanda’s lips against yours that doesn’t stem from a drunken dare.

still, your mind temporarily outweighs your heart and body, and you jerk back, “wanda.. i can’t, th-this isn’t right.” you fumble over the words, almost trying to explain yourself for an action that you didn’t even initiate. meanwhile, sliding your tongue along your bottom lip to quell the sting and erase any last evidence of blood on the small cut.

“you want to make me forget, you want to help, you want this. so just shut up, and make me feel something else- please.” her tone is desperate, pleading, but also firm on where she stands.

your mouth falls agape, wanting to rebuttal, argue this isn’t how you want it to go, that you actually do love her. but now’s not the time, you can connect the dots that she’d already gotten this idea because she’d picked through your thoughts in that moment of silence where she couldn’t find her own words.

now you only had one thing you could do to actually help her in this moment- make her feel something else. her words, right? she was giving you approval.

wanda seeks the opportunity again, impatient and just as harsh with need. aside from the swelling guilt, you can’t help but indulge simultaneously. you can still taste the reminisce of a stray tear or two, but it’s begun to fade. she’s already begun to lose herself in the moment, letting every other thought leave her mind as she sought safety and pleasure in the only person she had left that she truly cared for. 

you.

both of your feet are nearly tripping over the other, trying to walk backwards towards her bed as your hands finally give in, rising around the back of her neck. your fingers instantly tangle into locks of fiery orange, gripping just enough to encourage wanda to continue. and she does.

the room has already begun to envelope in a heavy heat, ragged and desperate breaths laced in a mix of emotions but ultimately indulged in the moment. the worry of guilt is still there, but now just a small pit in your stomach as her breathing hitches with each step and between barely audible moans.

wanda pressures you further until you’re both stood parallel to the bottom edge of the bed. you prepare for her to break the kiss when you feel her mouth fall slightly more agape. you want to ask her for reassurance, that this is okay.

before you can manage the words, wanda quickly presses her tongue between your parted lips, not hesitating to explore along your own, running hers along the roof of your mouth. you almost feel embarrassed at the amount of saliva welling up in your mouth and hers, but she only swallows it back hungrily. 

a twisting thought wonders if wanda had fantasized this in someway, especially by the speed of her actions, seeming to barely think twice. was there a part of her who had wanted this as well?

the guilt seems void right now, replaced by a thrumming heat gathering between your thighs. wanda seems entirely awash in lust, both your tongues taking turns exploring one another’s mouths.

this time you make your move before wanda can. your hands abandon her hair, quickly working off her jacket, allowing her to shrug it to the floor between kisses as you begin to pull at the bottom hem of her shirt. this time she’s pulls away, but only enough for you to allow space to pull her shirt up and over her head. at first, she doesn’t jump back into the kiss, allowing herself to catch her breath as her hands reach behind her back. it takes you only a second to comprehend.

you had tried not to stare, but as wanda reaches for the strap of her bra to unhook it, you take a second to take in the sight. her breasts perfectly fill the cups of the black bra. it’s simple, no lace or embroidery, just black silk cotton, and still she makes it look like an expensive garment.

in a heartbeat, everything in your face runs cold, as she slips her bra from her shoulders and lets it fall to the ground. you can’t help but indulge now. you’d inappropriately fantasized about wanda’s body before, especially her breasts when she wore that one corset, but having her exposed and vulnerable in front of you felt entirely on another plane of existence.  

her nipples are a perfect tone of rosey-pink, already perky and hardened from what you can only assume is arousal considering you were already both panting from the desperation in the previous kisses. 

you can’t stop yourself, you raise a hand, palm cupping the under of her breast and swiping a thumb over the hardened bud. when the action elicits a shy moan from wanda, it nearly makes you groan in approval as the heat between your legs surmounts with need. “wanda..”

“keep going- i promise, it’s okay, y/n-“ she manages as she seems to adjust herself so that her one breast is flush in your palm now, garnering another subtle moan from the sensitivity. 

you realize this moment is truly going to be all about wanda. not you, even despite the ache between your legs, but honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way tonight. you had dreamt of wanda desiring you in this way and now she was explicitly asking you.

“i’ll take care of you,” you hold her eyes with yours as you gently readjust you both so that the back of her knees are against the bed, “just can i ask one thing from you?”

wanda wants to question you, you can tell by the faint look of confusion, but she only nods.

“stay standing until you can’t…” even in the dimming light of the room from the sun beginning to set, you swear you can see the faint flush of red in her cheeks as you slightly lower yourself just enough to get your mouth level with her breasts.

wanda gives you a single nod, her hips shifting leading you to assume she’s become as aroused as you are now. for a moment, as she’s looking down to you, you swear you saw the shadow of a nervous smile. you hold her gaze for a moment as you take one of her nipples into your mouth, using a hand to palm and massage the other abandoned breast. 

wanda nearly crumbles at just that, it’s been too long since she’s been touched like this, but she remains upright. 

her head lolls back, a strained “y/n..” falling from her lips in a sultry moan that only encourages you to continue.

you suck at her nipple, occasionally using your teeth to graze the sensitive tissue. your hand stays busy, switching between massaging her breast in your palm and using your thumb to tease the nipple. 

wanda is rather shy for the time being, you can tell she’s trying to hide any roll in her hips, desperate for friction where she needs it most. her moans are still barely audible, but they’re there as you make sure to alternate each breast fairly. 

your free hand massages up her thigh gingerly, following along her pelvis until you stop to work at the button and zipper of her jeans. you’ve been careful to take your time, but not enough to drive her mad just yet.

when you pull your mouth away from her breast along with the other hand, you could’ve sworn you heard the faintest whimper. it satisfies you for a moment knowing how indulged wanda is, and how tentative you’re being with her body.

“why…” wanda manages, but you don’t give her a response. instead, you fully lower yourself, the hand previously working at her jeans now slides the zipper down fully.

“oh…” she manages, chin dropping to watch you get on your knees as you begin to shimmy her jeans down, not hesitating to bring her panties down along with them.

the denim and a pair of black underwear, falls to a clump around her ankles, her legs breaking into an array of goosebumps at her now exposed lower body. as she begins to step out of the restrictive clothing at her feet, you take the opportunity to look at her face for one last vow of approval.

“yes…” wanda’s lips are barely parted, the cold on her mound making her ache even further, “please, y/n… i promise it’s okay.,” 

as if offering further permission, she carefully adjusts her legs enough to just leave ample room for you to glimpse her pussy. she’s still standing in place, knees against the bed just in case they give out as your attention finally shifts to where she needs you most.

you nearly feel the immediate gush between your thighs as you settle onto your knees, now seeing the true picture of desperation. 

wanda’s folds are quite swollen, the tip of her clit just barely peaking out between them, this time you can’t stifle the groan at the sight before you. her slick is painted perfectly along her slit, a bead of it daring to fall at the back of her pussy.

you hungrily lean in, want and temptation over powering anything else now as your body drives you. wanda attempts to brace herself, feeling the heat of your breath against her core as your tongue immediately darts out to lap up the string of slick at her entrance. you barely have a moment to adjust before she cries out from sudden sensitivity. it’s been quite some time for her since she’d been touched like this. vision had long seemed to distance himself, they’d barely shared any intimacy of the sort around the compound in a month or two.

wanda’s knees immediately buckle as her hips rocket forward involuntarily, painting your mouth with her slick as her clit ruts against your nose, “oh– fuck, y/n!”

hearing wanda cry out your name like that only spurs you on further. you’d anticipated teasing her, making her wait, but now it’s you who can’t after tasting her. 

both of your hands shoot up, fingers splaying against the crux of where her thighs meet her pelvis and thumbs delving between wet folds to fully expose her pussy. 

wanda can only react with a string of weak whines, a hand of hers shooting down and fisting into your hair to guide you to where she wants you most. you only oblige, spurred on by the visual of her swollen clit before it’s pressed flat to your tongue.

“fuck!” wanda rolls her hips, encouragingly as her shy moans turn into a slur of expletives and gasps as she rakes her clit over your tongue with each movement and tug of your hair.

her taste is overwhelming, already beginning to saturate your face as she fucks herself against it. you can’t help but moan into her, which sends vibrations along her slit that only makes her drag her entire length along your mouth now, “fuck, yes- you’re doing so good…” she swallows roughly as her head tips back, “make me feel only you, y/n.”

you’d fantasized this moment for a few years now, and the reality of now coming true has you in a chokehold. one of your hands abandons her thigh, eagerly using your ring and middle finger to press between her folds. within a second, her wetness coats your fingers, pressing them deeper until your just brushing against her entrance.

without warning you delve both fingers into her, and wanda immediately loses her balance. the one hand you have at her thigh catches her, allowing her to regain some composure as you withdraw your fingers, only to thrust back into the cling of her walls. 

wanda cries out, her head falling back feeling weightless in her stomach and knees. a good portion of her weight is seated in your palm, the only thing keeping her upright at this point. she’s tight around you as your curl your fingertips to touch at the soft spot that makes her stomach flutter. she can barely manage anything coherent between gasps and whining moans from the slight sting. 

you can already feel wanda chasing her climax. with each thrust of your fingers, her clit slams against the bottom of your palm. it sends her body in near convulsions as her legs tremble as she grows closer to release.

the sound of how wet she is sends you into a frenzy, your fingers diving deeper and more quickly into her pussy. the entirety of your palm has begun to become wet from her slick, beginning to lose friction of her clit as your fingers dare to slip out each time. 

“wanda– cum for me now,” you manage as you readjust your hand more upright, not hesitating as you lean in to drag your tongue across her swollen clit. the taste of her makes you feverish for more. it’s a perfect balance of her sweetness and slight salt. 

wanda immediately buckles, a slur of expletives as the heat in her stomach rises as your tongue continues to rake viciously against her clit, your fingers driving in and out of her. it takes only a few more seconds before she completely unravels. her walls snap tightly around your fingers as she falls to her knees, being unable to catch her in time, you only help her to the ground. 

her hands fall beside her, bracing on the floor as her hips just upwards and as her head falls backwards onto the edge of the bed. your fingers feel slightly sore from her tightness, her pussy fully exposed in front of you as her knees are spread as she sits in front of you. the carpet beneath her garners a small wet stain as she lets her release paint over your hand and down to the ground.

“y/n– that… i’m so sorry,” wanda pants out with remorse as her body settles, you withdraw your fingers quickly, not disingenuously, wiping them on your leg to be able to cup her face as she lowers her head back to look at you. there’s a bit of regret behind her eyes, and she notices the flash of worry, “no– no, you didn’t do anything. i just don’t want you to think i took advantage of you,” wanda’s body relaxes more, beads of sweat on her skin as she sits naked in front of you, apologizing for something that she has no need to. 

“wanda, you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that with you,” you look at her sheepishly, and she somewhat offers a smile back to you.

“we’re not done then…” she manages, now looking at you reassuringly, “let me take care of you.”

you look at her, nearly stunned as her hands reach to pull you back into her. “wanda- what about vis-

“no, nothing about him right now, please,” she shifts, her face growing closer to yours, “let that be tomorrow’s problem. let me enjoy you and i tonight, we will worry about tomorrow when it comes.”

you hesitate, but only flash her a toothy smile out of helplessness. if this is what she wants, even after the exhausting outpour of emotions, it gives you the necessary reassurance that wanda wants you in some capacity as well.

so you let her.