#murderous wanda

[huesohnobro]

You Don't Love Her

Chapter 9: I think we were cursed from the start

Content Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, electrocution, Natasha gets really fucking mean, slight masochism, heartbreak

“I was just thinking you would be an excellent way to get both”

The implications behind the words sent both chills of fear and jolts of curiosity coursing through her system, the crypticism of your previous statements clashing delightfully with the brutal simplicity of such insinuations. Switching from moving her fingers to her wrists, she opted to slowly move her hand to the signal emitter on her belt; if all went well then she’d be able to stall you until Steve or Tony arrived, if it didn't go well then who knows what would happen. First thing’s first: Natasha would have to stall you like her life depended on it, for all she knew it probably did. Inching her fingers toward her waist, Natasha took a deep breath and turned her face towards yours, your noses touching from your head’s position on her shoulder. Natasha pretended to miss the way that your eyes flicked down to her lips and back up again, her cheeks heating up as she forced an intense eye contact between the two of you.

“Why would I give you either? You would be put into containment the second you stepped foot into Avengers tower. Not only that, but I don't really think that I’m comfortable with being a body for some girl I don’t know.” The way you leaned your head back and laughed softly at Natasha’s skeptical tone and raised eyebrow seemed to drive the spy’s point further home in her mind. If your international criminal status wasn’t an issue the level of self assured snark that oozed from your every pore would be what got you kicked out. “Simple, I can't just make a body for her from nothing. I’d need something, someone who once housed a soul within their chest so that she could take over,” You moved your tail from behind your back to caress Natasha’s cheek, your eyes softening as you lowered your voice to a whisper. “I want it to be you.. In all of my time on this earth I have never met someone who makes my heart flutter so wildly despite the danger they pose to me. I don’t need all of you, just enough of you for the cradle to make a new chest for her soul.” Natasha’s shoulders tensed as her fingers grazed the cold material of the signal emitter, an emotional cocktail roiling violently in her chest. Pushing the button, she pushed her weight into your injured shoulder and forced you to the floor; kicking your knees in to bring you to the ground before rolling you over and pinning you to achieve her desired position. Igniting her widow’s bites, she pointed her wrist at your face and hovered over you as you groaned on the floor. Your shoulder laid stretched out and limp beside you, Natasha’s free hand pinning it to the floor. It was likely dislocated given the way it had clicked after Natasha had forced her back into it.

Setting her jaw and holding the widow bite to your neck, Natasha glowered down at you and shook her head slightly. She can’t believe she almost let herself fall for the bullshit you were spewing. The way you held her, the way you spoke about her like she was some sort of heaven sent muse, it was all just trying to talk her into giving you what you wanted. She was a hero dammit, an avenger, someone who saved the world and arrested people like you for breakfast. She refused to let you get into her head again, first it was how fucking pitiful you looked in that cell, then it was the dance, and now it’s this shit. “It’s always some kind of game with you isn’t it?! Having a conversation, fighting, dancing, it’s all just some facade to get under people’s skin isn’t it?!” “Natasha what are you talki-“ “Shut. Up.” She pushed the electric blue metal into your jugular, her fingers itching dangerously on the triggers. “I’m tired of letting you play me, fucking tired of it Y/n. So quit pretending to be in love with me before I hit you with enough voltage to charge a car battery.” The quick shrinking of your pupils gave Natasha a concerning level of satisfaction. Your breathing was erratic, whether from panic or something else Natasha wasn’t completely sure. “Who is the woman you keep talking about. What does she have to do with this, with everything you've been doing all of these years.” You swallowed dryly, your eyes focused on her arm and your sense of touch focused on the sharp metal prodding the soft skin of your neck. “I wasn’t pretending t-“

Boy, when Natasha said she was going to pump you with enough electricity to power a car, she wasn’t kidding. For one second all you could hear was ringing, and all you could feel was your muscles rapidly contracting before the pain set in. The next second you could hear your screaming, and could see the cold emptiness in Natasha’s eyes. There was no mutual affection for you there, only anger and pain; but wasn’t that what love was for you? As she tazed you, you couldn’t help the bubbling laughter that came from your chest after the shocks subsided, confusion replacing the anger. Coughing, you couldn’t help but think about how you had manipulated so many through your words alone, it’s only natural that she’d do the same with a bit of dangerous incentive. It’s a shame she didn’t realize that you hadn’t tried to do the same to her. “Who is the woman Y/n.” Smiling lazily up at her, you couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous she looked in the low lighting of the HYDRA base. “She is my first love, and I’m going to bring her back so that I can love her again.” Natasha’s brow twitched as she pushed her wrist into your throat yet again. “If you love her so much why don’t you say her name.” “Names have power araña, and I'd rather not waste the power of her’s until I can hold her in my arms again. Preferably until I can hold you both in my arms toge-“ Grunting at the next shock that coursed through you, you clenched your jaw and waited it out in an attempt at silence. With heaving breaths, you opened your eyes and leaned up shakily towards your aggressor. “Araña, if you’re going to keep this up I suggest you give me something to bite down on, preferably your shoulder.”

Natasha practically bristled like a cat, exclaiming out in exasperation before wrapping her hand around your throat, her teeth clenched painfully together as smoke began to wisp around your bodies. Closing her hand around your throat, she watched as your pupils dilated and your arms struggled against the limbs that trapped them. “Stop calling me that. I’m not one of your precious little brain-washed victims who follows your every beck and call.” Your mouth remained closed, your body stilled itself as you stared into Natasha’s eyes and listened to what she had to say, the water and acid in your stomach feeling as though it was freezing over as she leaned down into you. The fingers around your throat squeezed tighter, your breathing became labored, your mind screamed for escape against your heart’s overwhelming desire to stay and see where this went. Natasha’s eyes had hardened into mossy gems as they bore into you, her breath fanning across your face. “I don’t love you, get that through your fucking head. You’re a sick, depraved monster who deserves what’s going to come to them. Even if I could, I wouldn’t love you, especially after what I’ve seen you do.” Your body shook as she spoke, hot and cold clashing over your skin in wave after wave of agony, the simple waves growing into a tsunami as she finished speaking. Footsteps pounded down toward the two of you from the hall as Natasha’s weight left your body, leaving you stranded on the ground. “Just fucking leave Y/n. We both know that's what you were going to do at the end of this anyway.” Heat and grief rose into Natasha’s neck as you rose to the floor, tremors wracking throughout your body as you regained your footing. Your right arm hung limply at your side as your left reached into your pocket, a pistol being trained on you within seconds of the action. Slipping a small rectangle of paper from your pocket, you tossed it to the ground before Natasha’s feet, eyes dark as you stared at her gun. “If you decide that you can love me, that you can want to love me, or even that you’ve had enough of me and want me gone, that card has my information.”

Taking a step back, your body faded into smoke as the door to the room of corpses flew open, the star-spangled man entering the room to find a crouched widow looking back at him, physically unharmed and yet still staring at him with empty eyes. “Let's get back to the Quinjet. Tell Tony that I got a lead.” Steve’s brows furrowed as Natasha analyzed a small slip of paper, tapping his ear piece and turning around. “Alright Tones, time to bring her home.” He looked back at the spy before the two began to walk down the hall, unnerved by the flexing of her hands, by the still-active blue glow of her widow’s bites, by the silence of her steps as she strode beside him. He knew what this meant, practically everyone at S.H.I.E.L.D. did, so he kept quiet as the two left the bunker, the silence carrying on until the Quinjet lifted off, leaving their footprints in the snow of a freshly-made tomb.

Natasha’s words flew around your thoughts like a swarm of bees, your mind getting lost within the venom that they held as you teleported away. Your lack of focus forced your gift onto a sort of autopilot, dragging you to wherever it pleased; where it pleased happening to be a hill with a single tree that looked over a field of grass and flowers as they bathed in the starlight. Your eyes flitted around as your heart battered your rib cage, your palm reaching out to touch the rough bark of the tree as you sank down to your knees. Shaky fingers gripped the pendant and chain that usually rested beneath your shirt, tears running hot down your face as your forehead gently rested against the wood. The metal in your palm grew warm as pain shot up your injured arm from gripping at the overgrown grass, sobs wracking through your body into the cool night air. You were alone out here, you knew you were. There hadn’t been anyone here since the two of you on that sunny afternoon. The field was quiet as you kneeled before the tree, the very same tree that the two of you spent your afternoons rested under; the tree where she leaned her head on your shoulder, the tree you carved your initials into, the tree under which you learned of love. This tree is where your heart began to understand just why exactly it beated, and this tree is where you found yourself as your heart cracked and spewed out bloody emotion through your lungs and throat. Of course your subconscious brought you here, it's not like you had anywhere else to go. Maria was probably asleep and your new “home” is a less than ideal place to recuperate. You probably would have found a way to put a hole in the concrete pillars or break the porcelain off the edge of the tub you had found in one of the upper floors. Instead you ended up in the one place that you couldn’t destroy. The final sanctuary that you always came to rest in when everything became too much for you. Everything was the same as it had been the last time, from the claw marks and little spots of blood on the bark below carved initials to the ever so slightly singed base of the tree.

It hurt to breathe the air here, not because it was polluted or anything of that sort, but from the self perceived weight the air held within your lungs. The grass was soft under the pads of your fingers, perfuming the night air with enough sweet regret to cover the scent of sweat and electrical burn that radiated from your skin, it seemed to beckon you closer as you rested upon your knees before that great heartbroken oak. Reaching up, you gingerly ran your fingers across the jaggedly carved heart that stood proudly above your head, tattooed onto the flesh of the oak for all to see until the end of time. You wanted it gone, maybe then being here wouldn't feel like someone was stepping on your windpipe, maybe then you wouldn’t be haunted by the echoes of her laughter and her voice and how she looked at you with so much care, it made you feel as though you were the most loved person in all of the world, maybe then you could finally move on and find it within yourself to love another as much as you loved her. You wanted it gone, but you would rather fucking die than bring a blade within an inch of the messily rendered heart. The touch of the wood should burn your skin away, for the sight of the carving was far too holy for a wretch like you to be able to lay claim to. Angels should descend from heaven to smite you for even thinking of such a hallowed place, choirs should sing praises of the sweet grass and proud oak, preachers should give testimony to the consecrated soil that your knees rested on and dug into. This tree, upon this hill, overlooking this field should be a holy site, it deserved such an honor according to both your heart and your mind. Instead all it had was you, the very person who had turned the site into a wide open tomb, the very person who committed the very deicide that stained the hill in sin. Your breath came in stuttering hiccups as you rested your head against the hallowed oak, tears burning hot tracks down your skin. Your body shook, pain shooting up your shoulder as your weight shifted forward, hand dropping from the wood to the earth, clenching handfuls of corrupted earth despite the ache in your bones.

“I’m sorry… I’m so fucking sorry,” you sunk further into the ground as you spoke, your voice choked with tears and a certain tightness of your throat, “Its all my fault, I.. I know it is, mi vida, I know. I should’ve said no to you, maybe then we wouldn’t be in this situation.” Laughing softly, you carefully removed the chain and pendant from your neck, staring at the small crystal that usually hung around your throat. It burned as it rested in your palm. “I know you aren’t mad at me for that, you’ve told me this before… but I can’t help but wonder how we would’ve been if that day had gone differently, if we had just returned home when we had planned instead of playing with a power neither of us had a handle on… Maybe you and I would’ve been happy together still,” you shifted to rest your back against the tree, the warmth of the crystal practically burning a hole into your palm, “maybe you would’ve gone on to design buildings, like how you wanted to. I think I might’ve become a…” You furrowed your eyebrows at the train of thought, wracking your brain for any possible path for yourself other than the one you had taken. “It doesn’t matter what I would’ve become, I know you would’ve loved me no matter the road, I know you love me even now. You know, despite how calmly I’m speaking, my shoulder hurts a lot. Ara- Natasha really did a number on it.” You chuckled yet again, your head hanging over your knees to look at your beloved crystal. “You would’ve loved her, mi vida, she’s everything you wanted in a person that I wasn’t. She's strong, and intelligent, and so beautiful she would make the stars dimmer simply by standing in their light, more than that though, she’s kind. You should’ve seen it… that sorry look she got when she saw me in my cell, how much emotion was in her eyes when we danced together…” Clenching your fingers around the shard, you felt the warmth spread out through your hand, your fingers tingling from the sensation. “If you were here instead of me, I’m sure Natasha wouldn’t have said what she had. Then again, maybe I’m just being a fool.” The night air chilled you to the bone as you sat with your late lover, smoke swirling around you as you prepared to venture back to your temporary home.

Your heart still ached alongside your body, but you felt a sense of catharsis as you returned. The burn in your hand was better than any drug you had known, the tingling of your hand offered sweet release. You knew that your lover was with you at that hallowed ground, of course she was. The crystal had been burning bright in your palm as you spoke, and she always glowed when she was listening.

Wanda thought Natasha was insane when she had proposed her plan, but apparently she was the only one who was concerned as Steve thought it was an excellent idea, and Stark didn’t have any objections despite having been on the missions with the spy and the super soldier. “I’m sorry Nat, but you want to go to the home of the person who has murdered hundreds of innocent people and what? Play house?! Hope to get some information on them? What are you trying to get out of this?!" Steve shot a disapproving look at Wanda for her outburst, but she knew he understood; all his psyche was giving off was worry and hesitation. Bruce felt the same way, but when didn’t he, the only one who really seemed gung ho for this idea aside from Natasha was Tony. His thirst for knowledge always seemed to eclipse his care towards the safety of others, it made Wanda’s jaw clench in fury. The captain was the next to speak, his tone the usual mix of in charge and courteous that gently dominated any room he had to present to. “Wanda, I’m sure Natasha understands the risks and concerns surrounding the infiltration, but I believe she’s more than ready for something like this. Not only that, but Natasha seems to be the only one who can be in a room with the Nightcrawler and not come out harmed either physically or mentally. It's a calculated risk on her part.” Natasha nodded in agreement, her arms crossed over her chest in that stupid, stoic way that she did when she felt as if something was inevitable. “With all due respect Maximoff, there is nothing in this plan that is different than a standard undercover mission that S.H.I.E.L.D. gives to field agents.” Wanda could feel her lip twitching, her hands resisting the urge to twist the silver rings that adorned her fingers. “Field agents don’t try to go and live with a violent psychopath, and field agents sure as hell don’t try to live with the same person who tried to rip out Captain America’s stomach.” Natasha looked frozen in time with how still she stood, eyes narrowed into the bone chilling glare so many had resented being at the end of. It practically straightened Wanda’s spine, her heart dropping with her stomach to the tile floor beneath them. “It wasn’t his stomach.. The intrusion was closer to his-” Steve’s eyes met Bruce’s, shaking his head softly at the scientist, his voice soft as he breathed out a quiet ‘Not the time Banner.’ “I’m going on the mission, Maximoff. It’s already been cleared with the higher ups, I leave tomorrow.” Cold green eyes scanned the boardroom, daring anyone else to challenge the spy’s skill and authority, practically begging for Bruce or Tony to agree with the young witch.

The rest of the meeting was a muddled blur to Wanda, her brain much more focused on things other than statistics and damage reports; who cared about damages when you could just fix them with magic after all. Instead, the witch was focused on Natasha’s impending departure and absence. Instead, she was focused on how to keep Natasha safe during her leave, on how she could find the exact location of the spies soon to be whereabouts that she had oh so carefully left out of the team briefing, on what she should do when she ends up being right about you and the dangers that surrounded staying with you. Instead of focusing on Steve’s droning on about damage control she thought about your weaknesses. Instead of listening to Tony’s short presentation about potential equipment upgrades he would be making, she thought about how best to corner and subdue you. Instead of paying attention to the cold contempt within Natasha’s eyes whenever they met glances, Wanda thought about how relieved she would be when you were finally dead; especially when you were dead by her hand.

#dark!reader #natasha romanoff x reader #you dont love her #the reader has feelings #trauma #heartbreak #combat #emotional betrayal #bad plans #sites of death #backstory #the reader needs a hug #murderous wanda #enemies to lovers #slow burn

[ghostlyeris]

literally none of my fantasies could live up to the actual bit where oisín finds out the bad kids murdered his grandma

#yeah fig died...she murdered your grandma and flashed the shocker at everyone before beefing it #dont worry about who this emo chick is #fig faeth #wanda childa #gorgug thistlespring #oisín hakinvar #fantasy high #fhjy spoilers #fhjy

[likemick]

Y/N: *walks into the room*

WandaNat: *turns to look at her*

Y/N: “I saw a murder today.”

Wanda: “You what?!”

Y/N: “I saw a murder today.”

Natasha: “And you didn’t go to the police?”

Y/N: “Why would I?” *confused face*

Natasha: “Did someone threaten you?”

Wanda: “Were you threatened?”

Y/N: “What? No. Why would someone threaten me over a group of crows?”

WandaNat: *over it expressions*

Natasha: “That’s your wife.” *looking at Wanda*

Wanda: “She’s our wife” *shaking her head*

#wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #wanda x reader #natasha x reader #the avengers #wandanat #wandanat x reader #conversation #a murder of crows #crows #marvel #mcu #marvel mcu

[crispycreambacon]

Seatbelts, Everyone!

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I can't believe no one else thought of this AU so SIGH I guess I gotta do it myself (not complaining though, this was so fun to draw)

Also yes the Bostonian horse is replacing Liz Ard in this AU and yes he is drawn in the MLP style because have you drawn a horse before. Those suckers are HARD

Bonus doodle inspired by this meme

#seriously y'all the potential for this AU is HUGE grhrgrhrgrhrgrhrggrgrgr #the pieces just fit together so well like the Professor and Ryan ARE Ms. Frizzle and Arnold!! #it's just that Arnold is less likely to y'know. murder Ms. Frizzle #but YAHHHHH my mind palace was cogging and bopping #the professor #the professor puppet history #ryan bergara #ryan beef boy bergara #kate peterman #joyce louis jean #ms frizzle #arnold perlstein #wanda li #keesha franklin #the magic school bus #puppet history #puppet history fanart #watcher #watcher entertainment #we are watcher #watcher fanart #art #artists on tumblr #fanart #digital illustration #digital art #chris p fried art #beefbuds

[cissa-calls]

Countdown to Agatha: Day 781

Agatha: “It’s crazy that just anyone can buy superglue”

Y/N: “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Agatha: “Hmm? Oh nothing in particular”

*meanwhile*

Wanda: “Why won’t the fridge open?”

Wanda: “Why is there a rubber duck on the ceiling?!”

Wanda: “Why the FUCK does my crown have rhinestones on it?!”

#Agatha definitely glued her fingers together and got stuck to everything but was it worth it? #she may be sprinting from a promise of murder and revenge but yes yes it was #when Wanda realizes she’s like: if you do this again I will superglue the pages of every. single. book. you. own. #wandavision #agatha harkness #house of harkness #agatha all along #hahndavision #house of harkness counter #marvel #wanda maximoff #agatha harkness x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #coven of chaos #coven of chaos counter #incorrect marvel quotes #darkhold diaries #agatha: darkhold diaries #darkhold diaries counter #wagatha #wanda x agatha #agatha

[tunacasserolequeen]

They just do this when no one is looking lol

#they just wanna murder everyone so they can do this all day in peace ☹️ #they jus wanda be cllose it eachyther…. #myerhees #michael myers #jason voorhees #doodle #drawing #fanart #digital art

[maxislvt]

I'll Digest You, One Kiss At A Time

Summary: Wanda loved you, she loved you so much. The softness of your lips, the smell of your perfume, and the energy you brought into the room everywhere you went. Loving you was easy, but getting you was hard. You were just too sweet for your own good. Too trusting to look for your missing items, too oblivious to see the way she looked at you, and too innocent to even consider the fact someone wanted you the way she did.

Warnings: college!au, top!wanda, stalker!wanda, beefy!Wanda for like all of five minutes if you read slow, extreme possessiveness and jealousy, stalking, virgin!reader, unethical means of masturbation, strap-on use, cum strap, breeding kink, biting kink, corruption kink, brief choking

A/N: You have the wonderful @lizziesnosescrunch to thank for this idea and fic as whole! This is easily one of my favorite requested fics so far and I had a lot of fun writing this. Should've been a lot darker but trust this isn't the last you'll see of stalker!Wanda on my page ever!

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Wanda's mother was a woman of many wise words. No matter how strange and nonsensical a situation seemed, Wanda could trust her mother had a few sweet words of affirmation and guidance to help. She didn't understand all of them, but they never went unappreciated. They were most useful when she and Pietro were being sent off to college. Though most were directed at her brother so he'd stay out of trouble and keep his legs closed, Wanda got a couple interesting ones of her own.

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do." That one was something she heard often. Immigrating from Sokovia to America was a huge change. That was a bit easier in high school. The neighborhood they moved in was filled with refugees from their home country. College was much different. Many of the older kids in the neighborhood had told her what American colleges were like. Cheap food, questionable alcoholic creations, and the worst hangovers known to man. Pietro seemed thrilled at the idea, but Wanda didn’t understand it. Sororities sounded like cults and she rarely heard anything about work and studying. However, she realized she’d never live life if she didn’t go with the flow every once in a while.

Then, there was “Never count your chickens.” Certainly one that had more to it, but Wanda’s mother never bothered to learn the rest of the saying. Later, Wanda learned that the proper saying was “Don’t count your chickens before they hatched.” Wanda had big plans for herself and was a very meticulous planner. Though her family thought it was obsessive and would lightly poke fun at her from time to time, it got her very far. Pietro got in on a whim with his track scholarship, but Wanda had more solidified means of getting there. Her grades were amazing, but she needed more. Debate, student government, and a never ending list of internships. Wanda was almost halfway through planning the next four years of her life before her mother pumped the brakes on the whole thing.

Finally, there was her mother’s favorite. “If you must fall in love, do it with your whole heart and nothing else.” Though her mother preached it like it was some common old scripture, it was entirely made up. Also, it was something only Wanda was on the receiving end of. Mainly because Pietro introduced their mother to a new boyfriend and clearly had no issue with using his heart. Wanda’s love life on the other hand was so slow it almost seemed stagnant. It made sense. There was no time for romance when she had her nose buried in a textbook every other day. Her parents never pushed, but were eager to hear anything about a “new friend” or “favorite study partner”. That seemed to be the only one Wanda didn’t use in life. No one piqued her interest. A few short flings here and there, but never a true flame in her heart.

Then one day, that changed.

About two weeks into her freshman year of college, you absolutely ruined her. It was early into the school year so the only friends she had were Pietro and Brunhilde — her roommate who worked just as hard as she did but partied infinitely harder. If anyone asked, Wanda could recite the entire day leading up to the moment she met and the entire night after that. After a rather interesting conversation with her roommate about sororities, fraternities, the absolutely "bonkers" parties they threw, and how to survive them — Brunhilde and Pietro had dragged her to her first real college party.

As she had expected, Pietro abandoned her to chat up the first boy that showed even the vaguest interest in him, but Brunhilde stayed by Wanda's side and introduced her to some friends. First there was Carol, Brunhilde's girlfriend and every bit of a golden retriever as her roommate described her to be. There was Tony and Steve, the most unlikely pair of boyfriends she'd ever laid eyes on. Thor and Bruce, Brunhilde's best friend and her best friend's boyfriend. Yelena and Natasha, sisters who certainly had better things to do but all these friends were there so they were forced into the house. Clint and Kate, Natasha's best friend that brought a bow for some reason and Yelena's best friend who also brought a bow for some reason.

Then, there was you. A beacon of light and breath of fresh air among the chaos that was the backyard of Tony's penthouse. You were at least a little tipsy during the introduction, but Wanda was endeared by your attempts to prove otherwise. The only thing that warmed her heart more than your stumbling words and giddy hellos was the sudden over-protectiveness that jumped out when you had learned she'd never gone to a house party before. Before she knew it, you were chugging water and desperate to sober up just to keep an eye on her. Unfortunately, Tony was a master at getting you sidetracked and had you dining whatever the hell a jello shot was faster you could fill your cup with water. Drunkenness didn't stop your attempts at all. Even with slurred words and half lid eyes, you made an effort to check in on her until Val and Pietro had called it quits for the night.

The next day only added fuel to the fire that was her adoration for you. First thing in the morning, she heard a faint knock at the door. She expected it to be Carol to come swooning over her blackout drunk girlfriend or Pietro to gush about his latest one night stand, but it was you. It was unexpected to say the least. You were almost as drunk as her roommate was last night but still got up bright and early to bake her cookies and chat until your morning classes began. As if an entire batch of cookies wasn't sweet enough, you even offered to drive her to her first class as well.

"You know, I could've taken the bus and been just fine," Wanda said before stuffing her face with the gooey chocolate chip cookies you'd gifted her hours before. Riding in your car was an experience she'd never erase from her memory. The two of you had only really talked for an hour or so, but she could tell it was just so you. The leather seats looked brand new but the photos in the sun visor and the teddy bear on swing hanging from the rear view mirror proved otherwise.

“Oh please, you put up with my drunk rambling, the least I could do was pay you back.” You took a quick break from the road to flash Wanda a smile. Smiles from you went from your bottom lip all the way up to the corners of your eyes. Wanda loved it. She loved the way your fingers tapped against the steering wheel as you waited for a light to turn green. She loved the way you obsessively checked your rear view mirrors when you parallel parked. She even loved your absent minded nods you gave to show you were still listening when you struggled to back up the right way. “Well, this is your stop,” You said with an excited giggle. Not even Wanda’s favorite song couldn’t stand a chance to the sound of your laughter.

Wanda smiled back as she unbuckled her seat belt. “Well, I take the mysterious giggling as a good sign and leave now,” She joked. She got out of the car and swung her backpack over her shoulder. Simply because she wanted to see you blush, she reached back inside and pushed some of your hair back behind your ear. “I hope you have a nice day.” A mission success. The second her fingers grazed the shell of your ear, they burned bright red.

You swallowed a lump in your throat and nodded dumbly. "Uh, yeah. Call me if you need a ride home." Wanda didn't have time to tell you she didn't have your phone number. The second she leaned back from your car, you sped off. Leaving her standing in the middle of the parking lot like an idiot. You were lucky Wanda thought it was cute because anyone else would've easily been ripped to shreds.

Wanda spent the rest of her morning thinking about you. She was thankful for her eidetic memory. It made it easy to think about you. Recounting the freckles of your face and estimating the depths of the dimples on your cheeks had kept her going. The end of the day is somehow so much better.

While on her walk back to her dorm, she noticed that her neighbor had left their door wide open. Being the kind soul that she is, she took a careful peak inside. She did a quick look over and didn't notice any movement. Just before giving up, she knocked on the door a couple times hoping whoever lived there was there and living. To her surprise, you stepped out of one of the bedrooms.

Your brows were furrowed in confusion at first. Then they shot to your hair line in shock. "Oh god, I forgot to lock the door again, didn't I," You grumbled softly. It was a miracle that you didn't see the way Wanda's eyes bored into your soul. With your legs out on display and torso barely covered, anything could've happened to you. "Thank you so much, I was super distracted when I came in." You flashed the sweetest smile and it's almost cute enough for Wanda to feel bad for the impure thoughts she had about you.

Almost. Her eyes shamelessly dragged up your body before she reached your eyes. Just as warm, sweet, and completely oblivious as the first time she'd look into them. "It's really dangerous for someone as cute as you to keep their door wide open this late," She said with a deceptively soft smile. A ludicrous statement, really. The danger was already in your dorm. It was Wanda. The woman you'd innocently given cookies and driven to class mere hours before was suddenly making up a list of all the ways she could ruin you.

You laughed before reaching for the door. "So I've been told, I promise to be extra careful tomorrow if it'll make you happy." You extended your pinkie. "Pinkie promise."

God. You truly didn't have a clue how much power you had over Wanda. Her pinkie wrapped around yours tightly and she grinned. "We have a deal, but I'd prefer you do that every day."

∞

It took almost no time for Wanda's love for you to fester and mold into something much more dangerous. At first, she assumed it was something shallow. Regardless of what her true feelings may have been, you were definitely easy on the eyes. Projecting her sexual fantasies on you was been easy as pie. Who wouldn't want to see you fully exposed begging for them? But that primal urge to make you hers and hers alone was something no one else would understand. She'd make sure of it. The desire to consume you whole was unbearable. Just barely held back by the bits of your life you'd let her into. The more she knew about you, the worse her obsession became. Whatever was enough yesterday wasn't enough for today and today wouldn't be enough for tomorrow. That's why her bed was pushed against the wall your dorms shared and her notes app filled with tiny details about you and your schedule.

Maybe it was the delusions and daydreaming, but you were made for Wanda. Wanda loved art and you liked to draw. She liked sweets and you loved to cook. Wanda needed to be warm at all times and you loved physical affection. Clinginess was definitely Wanda's favorite trait of yours. You looked to anyone for warmth and cuddles, but you seemed to drift towards her more often .

"What exactly are we watching again," She asked as her fingers raked through your hair. There was no need for her to ask. Wanda had remembered every detail down to the time the two of you started watching. However, she'd never pass up a chance to hear you excitedly talk about anything.

Your back pressed further into Wanda's chest. "I need to watch this series and take notes for graphic design," You said while making a couple of quick doodles on your notebook to help with organization. Video essays and Netflix recommendations had piled high, but you were determined to get through them all that night. "You're just here cause I wanted to hang out without you." Wanda would normally tease you for such a statement. The attachment you had to her was growing everyday and nothing could stop it. Almost magically, she knew how you preferred your hot chocolate, all the shows you watched, and even what classes you had. If Wanda wanted to take care of you, who were you to deny that? "I would really like you to stay, but if you think it's boring you can leave…I think you'd like the episode though."

Wanda was quickly to press a kiss on the top of your head. She can't imagine what she's doing to think she'll ever leave you alone. "No, I'm going to stay." The grip she had on your waist tightened and she pulled you impossibly closer to her. She could feel the way you tensed up on top of her. Wanda feared she was going to run out of words to describe how cute you were. For the sake of your note taking, she kept her teasing words to herself.

As the episode plays through and you slowly check off things on your study list. Two forty minute episodes and an hour long video essay later, you needed a break. That's what Wanda decided anyway. The second your last video ended, she snatched the TV remote from your hand and turned it off. You opened your mouth to protest, but one stern look had suppressed any disagreement.

Wanda carefully moved you from your lap onto the empty space next to her. "I need to pee and then I'll make you tea. You stay here and look cute." She elected to ignore your disapproving huff and headed to your bathroom. Though she really did have to go, she found herself a tiny bit side tracked. As expected, your bathroom was just as pretty and organized as your bedroom. With little plastic bins and drawers lined up everywhere, you made the most of the space you'd been given in your tiny dorm room. Yet, that wasn't what kept her attention the longest.

Laid out on the floor were the cutest pair of underwear she'd ever seen. Patterned with tiny bears and a pretty shade of pink. So pure and innocent, a direct contrast to what she'd use them for. She's stolen a couple things from you before. That tiny notebook filled with random thoughts and strange doodles, your favorite perfume bottle she made sure to replace, and a few other small things like pens and photographs she'd snapped when you weren't looking. This however, was easily the most personal of them. The brief glimpses of what she got when sat across from her or stood up too fast would never satisfy her after that night. After that, the only thing that would keep her desire under control was to make you hers.

That would come much later down the road. After she'd filled your head with the filthiest thoughts and made you completely dependent on her. All she could do now was shove your panties in her back pocket and try her best to keep her hands from roaming too far up your shirt. Even that proved to be difficult. It was always hard not to just force herself on to you. You're just sweet and unassuming, it'd just be so easy to sweet talk you into spreading those perfect little legs of yours, but that's not what she wanted. She wanted to see you desperate and begging for her to claim you. With spread legs and that empty warm look in your eyes you got when you were too relaxed to think.

It was a real shame she didn't know just how close she was to that goal.

As her hands mindlessly roamed up and down your torso, Wanda had managed to work you up quite a bit. Your underwear had begun sticking to your core and uncomfortable amount. It seemed no amount of awkward shifting could get them to move. Awful couldn't even begin to describe how you felt. Wanda was so nice to you and always made sure you were okay, but all you could do in return was sit there and take advantage of her kindness. You were ashamed to admit it wasn't the first time either. Anytime she hugged you tighter than normal and pulled you away from what she seemed "dangerous", you'd swoon and suddenly become bothered. "Hey uh, can we cut it short today? I don't feel too good."

Your question snapped Wanda out of her thoughts. "Oh, yeah, that's fine. Just call me if you need any help." She refused to look down at you. Too embarrassed to see if her hands had gone too far. "I'll be in my dorm, so please don't be afraid to ask, alright?" Normally, you'd enthusiastically smile and send her off, but all she got was a quiet nod and a thumbs up. For a moment, she was worried she'd scared you. Fortunately, she'd caught the flushed look on your face just before walking out the door.

For a moment, you stay folded over the table. Hoping you'd merge into it and never have to face your shame. Unfortunately, that one in a billion chance never came and you were forced to face your demons. There was only one real way for you to do that. You forced yourself up on your shaky legs and dragged them to your bedroom. Shame had burned your face beet red at the mere thought of what you were about to do.

You'd be infinitely more embarrassed if you had known the cause of your frustrations was listening to your sinful deeds on the other side of your bedroom wall.

Wanda tried to respect your privacy, she really did. But that's hard when the walls were just so thin and you made the cutest noises. The heat between her legs quickly became insatiable. She should've been ashamed. Ashamed that her ears ruined the privacy of such an intimate moment. Bashful at the way she pressed your panties against her nose and inhaled your scent. Humiliated by how quickly her fingers worked to push herself over the edge. Yet, none of those emotions were present in that moment. Wanda needed to have you this was the closest she was going to get. Pride be damned.

The shared bedroom wall couldn't bear a greater contrast.

On one side, your clumsy, inexperienced fingers tried their hardest to bring you to an edge. An innocence a college would likely never see again. The other side, nibble, trained fingers that brought Wanda to orgasm more times than she'd ever admit. A dark, unwavering possessiveness that no one could match. One ignorantly waiting to be consumed by the other.

"No, please…"

Every little noise you let out was just fuel to the fire that was her lust, but your begging had uncovered something more. She could see you so clearly through the wall. Pussy slick and puffed up from your desperate attempts to get yourself. A growing wet spot between your legs. That absolutely adorable pout you made at the mere thought of being denied.

She needed to have you.

∞

"I want to be your girlfriend."

If you weren't face to face with pure, unfiltered possessiveness, you would've reminded Wanda the proper way to ask someone out. Teased her for being too up front and forgetting that America was a country less up front than Sokovia. But it was hard to do that when she had you pinned down against the bed and looked like she wanted to eat you alive. If your brain would function for a fraction of a second, you could answer her. You looked like a fish out of water. The dryness in your throat made you feel like one too. “What?” It was the only thing you could force out of your mouth at that moment. Far from what you wanted to say, but you were aroused by the reaction you received.

Wanda pushed further into you, her knee parted your legs. She was desperate at this point. “Please, god, I can’t stand the way she looks at you." Natasha was proving to be quite the pain in her ass. Wanda didn't mind you having friends, but Natasha couldn't seem to find her place. Touching you, flirting with you, kissing you. It was unbearable. "I promise I can treat you so much better, just give me a chance." Her eyes kept flickering down to your lips. Adorable, soft, and just as plump as always. Now they were dirty and Wanda was the only one who could clean them. "Just one, please."

Wanda's thigh is practically flush against your crotch and you're trapped against the bed. The way she talked about you was addictive. As if you were nothing more than property to be owned. Your parents had always taught you that people like that were dangerous. But Wanda wasn't just some person. She made you feel good. "That's…that's good, I'd like that." The words fell out of your mouth without an ounce of grace, but you didn't have much time to be embarrassed before Wanda kissed you.

It was overwhelming. You'd been kissed before. Short, sweet, and experimental. Wanda was different. Her hand pushed against the back of your neck, bringing you impossibly closer to her. Any oxygen you managed to get into your lungs was stolen from you only seconds later. It was like she wanted to eat you whole. The kiss made you dizzy. If Wanda wanted to eat you alive, you were dizzy enough to let her do it. The only thing strong enough to remind how unprepared you were for it was the pure terror that ran through your veins when Wanda began unbuttoning your pants. "Wait, wait, wait," You rushed before pushing Wanda back from you. The concerned look on her face almost makes you feel guilty. "I've never.. y'know…" Your words trail off, but Wanda knew exactly what you meant.

Wanda bit the inside of her cheek, punishment for forcing herself onto you so quickly. She cleared her throat and guided her hands to the sides of your thighs. "Hey, that's okay," She said, voice soft and assuring. "I got a little carried away, that's my fault." Her hands shifted higher to the small of your back and pulled you forward. "Can I be your first then? I promise I'll work for it."

You weren't stupid. Promising your virginity was a crazy idea. There was always the chance you'd be nothing more than some twitched fetish and one of a million girls Wanda would bed. Wanda wasn't like that, you were sure of it. You didn't know it, but she was much worse than that. Foolishly, you nodded your head in agreement. "Okay, just be nice to me when you do please," You laughed dryly, too embarrassed to continue the conversation in detail.

The smile Wanda gave you was easily her most deceitful one yet. Nothing about those adorable bunny teeth or endless pools of green could ever prepare you for the insanity she harbored within. She leaned down and pressed her forehead against yours. "I promise I'll take such good care of you."

Wanda was easily the biggest danger on campus. There was nothing to protect you from but her. So of course, something had to be staged. After weeks of showering you with gifts and affection, her plan went into action.

Every Monday, Wednesday, and Sunday you went to work. Between the allowance your parents gave you and the ungodly amount Wanda would spend on you, you had just enough to keep your fridge stocked and your tank full. Of course, you liked to have your own money so you got a little part-time job. Though you looked absolutely adorable in your little uniform, Wanda couldn't have her precious baby working themselves to the bone. Killing two birds with one stone. Gaining your trust and scaring you out of that hellish job.

Pietro, always up for whatever evil schemes his sister had, simply had to stalk you. He had his fun with it. Stomping as he walked. Purposely slipping on rocks. Even hiding in alleyways after kicking something around. You were terrified. Yet, you were too stubborn to ever ask for any help. No matter how much you shook or stuttered, you held your ground. Eventually, his patience wore off and you forced his hand.

After your Friday shift, he chased you. Down the street, through every left turn, and even up the stairs of your dorm section.

You were too scared to pay attention to where you were going. Jamming your key into the first lock you came across. Though your heart nearly jumped out of your chest, You were grateful when the door swung open to reveal your beloved girlfriend. You forced your way through the door immediately and clung onto her for dear life. "Please, close the door! I think someone's following me," You sobbed into her chest.

"Shh, hey it's okay. I'm right here, everything is gonna be fine." Wanda spoke softly as she stroked the back of your neck. She swayed you back and forth until you calmed down enough to speak. It wasn't planned that Pietro would scare you that much, but getting the chance to coddle you wouldn't be passed up by her for any reason at all.

Just as she'd hoped, Brunhilde came stumbling out of her bedroom with a bat in hand. "What the hell's going on out there," She asked harshly. Her demeanor softened immediately.

"They said someone was following them," Wanda said, still holding you close to her chest.

It was rare to see you so shaken up by anything. By no means were you a soldier, but you looked absolutely terrified. She glanced up at Wanda, as if waiting for confirmation of sorts. "I'll go check if they're still outside. You two stay here," Brunhilde instructed before slipping on some shoes and speeding outside. It wasn't likely to be a successful search, but maybe she'd find something. A hat, their keys, something to identify that freak.

The thought of letting Brunhilde run out there by herself somehow scared you more than being hurt yourself. You attempted to push away from Wanda but she pulled you back with ease. "Wanda, I can't just let her walk around there by herself."

In any other situation, she would've been endeared by your determination to protect your friends. Right now, she was just frustrated. "Sweetheart, you're shaking. If you don't want Valk out there by herself, I'll help her look but I need you to calm down." She grabbed your wrist and raised it up so you could stop pushing against her. It's firm, but grounded you in a way. Without any effort at all, Wanda guided you to sit on the couch. "Now tell me what happened."

You swallowed the lump in your throat and scouted impossibly closer to your girlfriend. "They —I don't know who — were following and, and I thought if I ignored them that they'd leave me alone! But today they ran after me and I was so scared and I'm sorry I couldn't think of what else to do!" Before you knew it, you were back to sobbing. The only thing that brought you comfort was Wanda. Her smell, her touch, her voice. She was all you needed at that moment. "I should've changed shifts after the first night, I'm sorry."

Wanda froze. Sure, it was just an elaborate scheme, but there was no reason for you to be thinking like that. "Hey, don't say that," She whispered and cupped your chin. "I'll pick you up from work and then we'll figure it out from there." She kissed your forehead and pulled you into your lap. Wanda already had a plan. She'd pick you up from work a few times and then convince you to drop that shitty job and depend on her. It hurt to see you so upset, but how else could you be taught all you needed was her?

Eventually, Brunhilde came back and you settled down. Wanda insisted you spend the night with her. You were a little embarrassed at first, ashamed to seem weak and codependent. But the way Wanda guided you to the bathroom and helped you get ready for bed was addictive. Being coaxed into the land of dreams with her arms tightly wrapped around you and your head buried into her chest was like heaven. You felt safe.

"I want you to take my virginity."

Wanda's eyes nearly popped out of her skull. "Like, right now..?"

"No, I mean if you want to…no, not right now, but when you want to."

You could feel Wanda's eyes boring into your soul. Even in the pitch black darkness you knew exactly how she was looking at you. With those blown out pupils that hid all the jade green in her eyes and them look like endless pools of blood. If you looked close enough, you could even catch the way her breath would become unsteady. She looked like a predator, and you were happy to be her prey.

∞

It had been weeks since you saw that look again and you missed it. You knew Wanda was hiding it from you. Even if you couldn't see her face, you could feel other things. The way her chest rose and fell with such instability. How her hands would grip your waist or venture almost too high. That unmoving bulge in her pants you were sure she was pushing against you on purpose.

For a moment, you considered just throwing yourself at her. Letting Wanda use you anyway she saw fit for as long as she wanted. If that wouldn't work, then you'd beg. Give her those puppy dog eyes she'd never say no to and whine about the ache growing between your legs. Fortunately, someone else pushed Wanda over the edge for you.

You don't know what happened exactly. One moment Natasha and Wanda were having a seemingly normal conversation. Then they just weren't. Silence fell over the entire party and Wanda dragged you out to her car before you could ask any questions. Even on the drive from Tony's house, Wanda stayed dead quiet. The only comfort you received was the possessive hand placed on your upper thigh.

"I had this whole date planned out, but no, your slutty little friend can't keep her hands to herself," Wanda grumbled bitterly as she dragged up to her dorm. "You're mine, I own you, and no one else can fucking have you!" Her grip was gentle despite her irritation. You weren't the problem. Natasha was. That girl had been a thorn in Wanda's side since the day they'd met. Natasha was always in the way. If she weren't your friend, Wanda would've handled her by now. Beaten, stabbed, and dismembered — internally out of the picture, but you cared about her too much.

Wanda swiftly lifted you onto the bed and pulled your ass flush against her hips. "I know I promised we'd be super romantic and I still want to, but I can't wait anymore." Her words sounded desperate and upset, but her eyes revealed true intentions. That look. You missed it so much. "I promise I'll make it up to you, I just need you. Right now."

The way her hands moved over your body was driving you mad. As if you were nothing more than the world's finest porcelain and would break at the slightest jolt. "Yeah, that's okay," You rushed out. Words couldn't describe how good it felt having Wanda's lips on yours. So warm and inviting and absolutely smothering yours. Yet, still somehow gentle. A shiver ran up your body as her hands went lower to unbutton your jeans. Without meaning to, your hips bucked forward. "Oh god, I'm sorry — I didn't mean to!"

A strangled breath made its way through Wanda's nostrils. Controlling herself was near impossible when you made noises like that. "No, no, it's okay. Just do what feels good," She said softly. "This is about what you want, I'm just here to give it to you." Undressing you was easy. She watched you do it yourself every night through cameras you were far too busy to notice. Wanda knew what you liked. How you couldn't get more than one finger inside yourself. The way you tortured yourself with unskilled hands. You could be so cruel to yourself sometimes, but it didn't matter now because she was there to make up for it.

Being naked in front of Wanda was embarrassing enough. It was only made worse by how Wanda had been completely dressed. "Can you take something off, please?" You reached for Wanda's shirt only for your hand to be swatted away.

"I don't need to be naked if I'm taking care of you." Wanda dropped to her knees and spread your legs before you could protest. She couldn't help but moan at the wetness between your legs. Her thumb slowly slid over the wet spot in your under as she littered kisses over your unclaimed thighs. "God, you look so perfect for me." She wanted you, she wanted you and nothing else in the world could make up for it. She wanted to have you collared, bred up, and bitten. That night, she just settled for stretching you out. She teased and praised until you had soaked through your underwear and were desperate for touch. "I think my baby's ready."

Your stomachs fluttered at the sound of her voice. Husky and desperate to have you. "I can take it…I promise." Even with the wetness that soaked Wanda's bed sheets and your thighs, she only gave you one finger. Slow and deep, careful not to break you — but you want to be broken. Your hips rolled forward, but were pinned down this time. A whine escaped your lips. "I thought this was about what I want? You just said I was ready!"

Wanda chuckled darkly at your brattiness. Still smart-mouthed and untrained. "I know what my baby needs, just relax." It felt like an eternity before Wanda graced you with a second of her long fingers. Still just as slow, but closer to what you wanted. They spread apart inside you without warning and Wanda was quick to note your whimpering. "See? It'll hurt if we go too fast. I don't wanna hurt you."

"What if I want it to hurt?"

There it was. That look. Dark, unhinged, and unfiltered. It made your walls clench around your lover's fingers. You hadn't a clue what Wanda was capable of but you wanted to see it so bad.

"Okay, fine." If you wanted rough, she could certainly give it to you. Wanda pulled her fingers out of your cunt and promptly shoved them into your throat. "Go on, suck. Show me the slut you wanna be so bad," She barked out as she began thrusting her soaking digits into your throat. It should've taken a lot more to break her restraint, but she was truly tired of waiting. "Oh, don't cry now. You wanted it rough!"

You gagged and drooled around Wanda's fingers, but you couldn't have been happier. To have Wanda staking her claim over you was a feeling like no other. Even as your lungs burned for oxygen, you focused only on Wanda's approval. You were more than a little disappointed when her fingers left your mouth without any hint of approval. "No, I can do better just- ah!" You flinched when the three of Wanda's spit covered fingers came down harsh against your clit. "Fuck, okay, sorry. I'm sorry."

Three of her fingers slipped into your cunt. All the softness she started with had disappeared and she was fucking you without restraint. "You're making such a mess, do you like it when I claim you? Because I love fucking you like this." Her fingers pushed further into you with every word she spoke. She had you. Your walls fluttered and clenched as she continued to pound into you. "Go ahead, cum. Cum so I can ruin this pussy and make it mine."

You let a near pornographic moan before releasing on to Wanda's hand. You didn't care about the wetness leaking from your cunt and onto Wanda's fingers, nor the fact Brunhilde may have still been in the dorm, not even the risk of being walked in by the RA could've stopped you from wanting Wanda. "More, please just one more. That's all I need…I swear."

Wanda eased her fingers out of you and placed them into her mouth. She made a show licking them clean. Groaning and rolling her eyes back as her tongue lapped up the juices on her fingers and palm. Her eyes made their way down to the sopping mess between your legs. Sensitive, puffy, and just begging to be bred. It wasn't fair, really. She was trying her best to control herself and you just seemed so adamant about destroying that. "I'm gonna put a baby in you."

Normally, you'd freak out. You both were far too young to be parents and even if you weren't — Wanda couldn't put one in you even if she wanted. However, the thought of it alone was enough to get you worked up again. You watched as Wanda got off the bed and dug through her closet. It took you a few moments to realize what she was getting. "Is it big?"

"Bigger than my fingers, that's for sure."

You groaned out in response.

That strap on was the start of a rather addictive problem, but neither of you knew that just yet. What you did know was that being stretched out felt amazing. The heaviness of Wanda's hips pushing the silicone toy deeper and deeper inside of you was heavenly. You knew Wanda was strong, but you never really got to see how much.

Strong enough to lift you up and force you to ride her strap it seemed. You were appreciative of it though. Being wrapped up in her arms and fucked senseless was amazing. The feeling of her muscles tensing and relaxing as they moved you over her dick was enough to send you into climax itself. "Fuck, Wanda!" You could feel your second orgasm coming up again but you weren't ready to end it just yet. Without thinking, you bit down on Wanda's shoulder and dug your fingernails into the side of her forearm.

"Fuck," Wanda moaned out and stopped for a second. Suddenly, the throb between her legs was a bit too much to ignore. "God, you really know how to fuck me up, don't you," She husked out the question and began rutting up into you. Her fingers tangled into your hair and forced you to bite back down on her shoulder. "That feels so good, keep it up."

Your teeth dug into Wanda's skin and enjoyed its salty taste. You fought hard to keep your orgasm at bay. Convinced yourself that if you held off, there'd be some reward for lasting so long. Unfortunately, Wanda had other plans in mind.

"I can't wait anymore sweetheart, I need my babies in you." She whispered so softly, you almost missed it. You didn't even have time to question what she meant before something sticky began coating your walls. The feeling alone was enough to send you flying into your orgasm. "God, look at you. Your tummy is getting so full," She whispered and pushed against the bulge forming in your lower abdomen. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head when you bit into neck to keep yourself grounded.

Your hands clawed at Wanda's back and didn't stop until you came down from your high. All you could do was slouch against your girlfriend and hope she hasn't gone as limp as you did. For a moment, you stayed silent. Incapable of thought and entirely unsure of what to say. "Can I…can we stay like this? I like being full," You confessed with a voice you barely had. The confession made you bashful, but you were desperate to keep Wanda inside you.

Wanda gently rubbed your back. "We can stay here as long as you need." She slowly laid back, careful to move the strap only when she needed to. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips feeling the weight of your body on top of her. Her neck and back burned and would probably burn into the next day, but none of that mattered to her. She had you and that's all she ever needed. Natasha couldn't take you away from her and you'd never leave her. You'd be hers forever.

Whether you wanted to or not.

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Secrets (5)

Pairings: Dark Wanda X Reader, Natasha X Reader

 This fic is inspired by the song Secret by the Pierces and the HBO Max show Love and Death. I recommend listening to the song before reading but it's not necessary

Warnings: 18+ Soft smut and slightly rougher smut, Graphic Depictions of Violence, murder, dark thoughts, guilt, Heavy angst. Hurt no comfort.

Please consider these warnings before reading.

Chapter 5- If I can't have you, No one can (4.6k words)

Other Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4

If I can't have you, No one can

Y/N?

Yes, Wanda

I have something I want to ask you, but

You have to promise never to tell anyone

I promise

Do you swear on your life?

I swear on my life

Would you be interested in having an affair?

Pinching the bridge of her nose, a deep, heavy sigh left Wanda's lips, her mind swimming with thoughts. She saw how guilt-ridden you were about the whole affair, knowing that after tonight you definitely weren't going to risk being with her again. One of her biggest fear was that you would tell Natasha what had happened between the two of you as she could tell that the secret was eating you alive. She couldn't have anyone else finding out. Not Natasha. Not Vision. No one.

Walking towards the window, Wanda had one last look towards your house, a disappointed noise leaving her once seeing the curtains were still firmly shut, not even a small gap for her to look through.

You can't leave me Detka. I can't lose you.

Closing her own curtain, she walked away and sat on the edge of her bed, placing her head in her hands. Wanda was adamant about keeping you and your secret, but how was she going to get rid of Natasha? Endless ideas ran through her mind, only snapping out of her spiral of thoughts at the sound of the twins, realising they were up and getting ready for school. She would have to find a solution later.

I wont lose you Dorogaya.

***

"Moya Lyubov," hummed a soft and gentle voice, their lips pressing against your cheek as you let out a sleepy groan. "Come on, wake up for me love," Natasha continued, your head pressing further into your pillow as the redhead leaned over your body, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I have a surprise for you..." she whispers at the shell of your ear in a low tone, your eyes fluttering open, glancing over to the bedside table for the time.

Natasha had woken you up half an hour before your alarm, a small groan leaving you at being denied sleep before that turned into a sensual sigh at the feeling of her lips at your neck.

"A surprise? At this time?" you murmur out, rolling onto your back and letting her climb above you, her legs straddling your waist. "I wonder what it could be," your eyes stare up into her enamoured green, a teasing and lust-filled glint shining in them.

"Have a guess," she purrs, letting her lips meet yours softly, a quiet moan escaping you at the intimacy of the moment. Your hands thread through her red hair, keeping her close and deepening the kiss, her tongue dominating your mouth.

"A puppy?" you sigh out jokingly when she pulls back from the kiss, your chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. She rolls her eyes at you, her fingers tracing your jawline before travelling down to your neck, hand ghosting the base of your neck as she rests it there.

"Not a puppy," she mutters out, "But I could get you a collar," your cheeks immediately redden at that, a chuckle leaving her lips at your flustered state.

"Shut up," you grumble, pulling her back down for another kiss which she smiles into, you inevitably doing the same. Natasha laughs once more before letting her hands drift down your body, her lips relentless against yours while her fingers slide under the waistband of your sleep shorts. "Fuck," you sigh out when her teeth bite down on your lower lip, her moving her kisses to your neck.

"Is this ok?" she whispers when sliding the shorts down your legs, a quick 'yes' spilling from your lips. "You're so beautiful Moya Lyubov," her tone is low at your ear, making you groan before her fingers teasingly trace random patterns at your inner thighs. She can feel your hips twitching upwards, desperate for her touch making her smirk as she presses a hot, open-mouthed kisses at the juncture of your neck.

"Nat, please," you sigh out, her just silencing you with her lips. You moan into the kiss when her fingers brush your clit, an innocent look in her eyes as she peers up into your eyes.

"What's wrong?" she playfully murmurs, you deciding to take matters into your own hands, flipping the two of you over so you were on top. Smiling down at her as you straddle her lap, she raises her brow at you, your body leaning forwards to claim her lips.

"You're teasing," you grumble to answer her question, your hands moving down her body, tracing the curve of her hips before pulling down her panties, moaning softly when you could feel they were already wet. "And we're short for time so, why don't we make the most of it?" She clenches her jaw to bite back a groan when you move your hips so that your pussy is pressed against hers, the warm and slick feeling causing pleasure to flow through you both.

"Fuck," she moans quietly when you grind your hips down against her, her hands moving to guide your hips as you start moving faster. "You feel so good," she groans and it's sinful the way she says those words. You clench around nothing at the way she looks up at you, arousal and heat burning through your body as you need to feel more of her.

"Natasha," you moan, moving your hands to interlock with hers for support as your clits brush against each other, another lewd noise escaping her.

Soft moans and pants filled the room as you continued to grind against each other, Natasha's hips moving up in time with yours, filthy sounds of your cores rubbing together mixing with the sinful noises escaping you both. It didn't take long for you both to be on edge, Natasha's head lolled back, sharp jawline exposed until you moved your face lower to pepper kisses along it, groaning against the skin when your hips ground down harder.

"I'm so close," she sighs out sensually, her hands moving to tangle in your hair and tug your mouth back towards hers. She moans into your mouth at the intensity of the kiss as you pour all your love and passion for her in it, her hips twitching frantically under you.

"So am I," you pant out against her lips, her fingers tightening their grip on your hair making you groan at the small pain mixing with pleasure.

"Come with me Moya Lyubov," she rasps out, your body trembling against hers as your orgasm crashes through you. You crash your lips to hers desperately, muffling both of your moans as she also falls over the edge, her hips rolling against yours as you both ride out the aftershocks of your orgasms.

Your body rests on hers, forehead against hers as you try to catch your breath. Her lips meet yours gently once more, barely brushing them before pulling back, the soft sounds of breathing taking over the room. Fluttering your eyes open, a smile stretches across your face at the content expression etched on her face, a similar one taking over yours.

The moment is interrupted by the sound of your alarm going off, a displeased noise escaping you at the annoying noise. You smack the clock to shut it up, not too sure whether you broke it or just hit the stop button, and buried your face at the crook of Natasha's neck, body melting against hers. "Good morning," you mumble at her skin, the warmth of her body slowly lulling you back to sleep

"Good morning Moya Lyubov, but you have to get up now," she whispers encouragingly, knowing today was an important day at the bookstore. Maria Hill, one of the most famous authors at the moment, had a new book coming out to which people had pre-ordered from your store, desperate to get their hands on it.

"I could just stay here," you grumble, a sound of surprise leaving you when Natasha sits up with you in her arms, forcing you to get up as she gets out of bed. "That was rude," she chuckles at the small pout on your face, kissing your forehead to make it disappear before walking into the bathroom and starting the shower.

"I'll make it up to you in the shower," she purrs out sultrily at the door frame, pulling her shirt over her head making you practically jump out of the bed, eager to join her.

Who cares if you were going to be a few minutes late opening up the shop?

***

"So I will see you tomorrow?" you say to Natasha as you start to head out of the front door in a rush, spending a little too long in the shower and now definitely going to be late to the shop.

"Tomorrow," she confirms, passing you the keys to your car as you had forgotten them in your rush. You offer her a shy smile, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips, lingering for a moment before pulling back.

"Say hi to Yelena for me," you say while getting in your car as that's where the redhead was off to later in the day.

"I will do," she stands by your door, your window rolling down quickly as you say goodbye to her, the smile never leaving her face

"And be safe, no getting into trouble with Yelena," you say in a faux serious tone, offering her a warning look to which she lets an angelic laugh out at.

"I can't make any promises," she teases, making you roll your eyes at her, knowing full well something would happen involving the redhead, her sister and a few vodkas. "I love you," she says once you're ready in the car, bending down to kiss you once more through the rolled down window.

"I love you too," you sigh back, smiling to yourself as you reverse out of the drive, thinking about the way her lips felt on yours on your way to the shop.

Natasha watched your car drive down the road, about to walk back to the house when she heard her name being called.

"Natasha?" Wanda called again, jogging a little from her front door to catch up with the other woman.

"Is everything alright?" the redhead asks as the older woman pants slightly.

"Oh yes, everything is fine," she dismisses, allowing the worry to fade from Natasha. "I was just wondering if you could help me move a box from the basement to upstairs? It's too heavy for me to lift on my own," she explains, Natasha checking her watch and noting that she had plenty of time before she had to start getting ready to leave for Yelena's.

"I can help," she offers the older woman a kind smile, Wanda's jaw clenching to hide the overjoyed expression that wanted to take over.

"Perfect."

***

The creaking of the stairs echoed around the basement as Natasha walked down them, Wanda following behind as she guided Natasha on where she was going.

"The box is in the far left corner," she explains, holding back a bit while Natasha ventures her way through the concrete room. Her eyes took in all the discarded toys that were the twins and other items littered on wooden shelves, the old furniture that seemed to be used once in a while for events and an array of cardboard boxes filled with various items.

"Is it just this one?" Natasha asks when she sees the large box in the corner, turning around to face the older woman when her body froze, fear taking over.

The green of Wanda's eyes become empty, her hands clutching tightly the handle of an axe, a nervous chuckle escaping Natasha. This was just a joke, right?

"Wanda, what are you doing?" her tone is laced with fear, a shiver running down her spine when Wanda merely tilts her head, anger now evident on her face.

"You can't have her," she says, a taut smile taking over her face as her eyes regain some life, danger and hurt swirling in them, "I won't let you take her from me."

As Wanda takes a step forward, Natasha takes one backwards, the back of her legs hitting the cardboard box leaving her trapped in the corner of the room.

"What? I haven't taken anything from you Wanda," Natasha's voice wavering as she keeps her eyes on Wanda's knuckles bleeding white, her grip increasing along with her anger and insanity.

"You are the reason she's not mine," Wanda continues, ignoring the redhead's confusion as she points the axe at her. "You are the reason I can't have her and if I can't have her, no one can."

Wanda takes another step towards Natasha, conflicted emotions written across her face as she's somewhat clueless about what was going on and terrified of Wanda.

"Who?" Natasha desperately sighs out, looking around the room to see if there was anything that could help her escape. There wasn't anything useful nearby so she would have to settle on trying to talk Wanda out of this.

"Y/n," at the sound of your name, Natasha's face drops, confusion and hurt evident. Upon seeing the pain on Natasha's face, the corners of Wanda's lip pull up into a cruel smirk, "She's mine."

"Wanda..." The redhead loses her track of thoughts as she tries to comprehend what Wanda was saying, the older woman deciding to be sinister and make her suffer.

"She even said it," Natasha's jaw clenches as Wanda continued, her grip loosening on the axe as she torments the other woman. Despite the hurt consuming the Russian, she was still observant, noticing how Wanda's fingers relaxed against the wooden handle. "I'm yours, your slut," When Wanda imitates you, confirming what she feared, Natasha could physically feel her heart crack a little, burying the pain of it all like she used to do before she met you.

You wouldn't do this. Would you? No, no you wouldn't. You had been acting differently but... You loved her.

Right?

Those were Natasha's thoughts as Wanda was within arms reach, taunting her with more words she shut out. She refused to believe what she was hearing, you wouldn't hurt her like that. Wanda was just insane, clearly deranged as she held an axe by her side.

"She wouldn't do that," Natasha's voice was adamant, and painfully so as you had done what Wanda said. Natasha was determined to block out all the doubts in her mind, but there was no way of preventing the twisting pain in her heart of her uncertainty.

"She did," is all Wanda says as she smiles to herself, thinking about how you were fully hers when in the motel, too blissed out to even consider Natasha.

It was in that brief moment when Wanda was lost in thought that Natasha decided to capitalise on her lack of focus and shove the older woman as far as possible, knocking her over. While falling, the axe clatters to the ground, falling out of Wanda's hands before she rushes to her feet as Natasha tries to run past her, catching her hair and pulling hard on it, a pained noise escaping the redhead. Wanda pulls her body back towards her before pushing Natasha into one of the shelves with force, her body roughly coming into contact with the wood.

Natasha's desire to live was tragically overpowered by Wanda's brutal desire to have you, the younger woman giving it her all as she fought back.

Natasha's leg kicked back at Wanda, catching her with her boot and causing a groan of pain to leave the other woman, moving to push Wanda into a shelf this time. Wanda anticipated the move, manoeuvring out of the way and pushing Natasha into another one, her body colliding with a metal box that was on a shelf. A cry left her at the feeling of a rib cracking, fighting the tears that wanted to spill as she grabbed the box and swung it at Wanda.

She screamed in anguish when the metal of the box caught the side of her forehead, causing her to fall to her knees.

While Wanda was down, Natasha ran as fast as she could with the throbbing pain in her abdomen, staggering up the stairs to reach the door. Her hand clutched at her abdomen, her other hand reaching the rail to help pull her body up before pain lacerated her back.

The sound of a gut-wrenching scream reverberated around the room only to be quickly replaced by a disgusting squelch as the axe was ripped out of Natasha's back. Her body became rigid with pain as red seeped out the glistening wound in her upper back, Wanda's body buzzing with adrenaline as she watched the woman fall to the stairs and sob against them.

The sound of Wanda's heavy breathing matched with the pounding of Natasha's heart, the latter waiting apprehensively for her inevitable fate as she turned as best she could to beg the other for her life.

Wanda's jaw clenched hard, her teeth violently grinding against one another as she stared into Natasha's pleading emerald eyes. Regret didn't even cross Wanda's mind as the bloodstained axe was raised in the air once more as she snapped.

Blood messily splattered against the walls while flesh was repeatedly shredded by the blade, Wanda's breathing becoming ragged from the adrenaline coursing through her body. The crack of Natasha's skull was deafening as it crunched under the force of the metal, crumbling apart as if it were nothing. Bone was brutally splintered like pieces of wood, flesh clinging to the axe as it was lifted into the air again, and again, and again until what was left was unrecognisable.

Crimson oozed down the stairs while the warm liquid coated Wanda's body, a revolting noise echoing around the room as the axe was torn out of Natasha's viscera for the final time. The aggressive pounding of Wanda's heart filled her ears, the dripping of blood from the weapon going unnoticed as it stained the floor beneath her.

Emotion soon resurfaced in Wanda's eyes as she stood frozen over what some wouldn't even consider a corpse, too mutilated to be described as such a thing.

Shock rapidly followed, the metal of the axe colliding with the floor in a pool of crimson and rattling as Wanda's hands quickly pushed her hair back in a stressed manner, only further smearing the blood that coated her body.

Detka, Look what you made me do.

I did this for you.

You.

You made me kill her.

You gave me no other choice.

She never deserved you.

She wouldn't kill for you.

I would.

I have.

That's how much you mean to me Detka.

Can't you see it?

A series of unstable and unhealthy thoughts swarmed her mind as she lifted her foot to step over the mangled body, moving on autopilot as she made her way into the bathroom.

From there on what happened was hazy to Wanda, the sensation of water burning into her skin as the liquid was tainted red being one of the only things she could remember vividly. The rest of the clean up a complete blur as she was lost to her dark thoughts once more, utterly and terrifyingly consumed by you.

If you had loved me, this would never have had to have happened.

If you had loved me...

You never loved me.

***

Knocking on the door of the motel, you waited patiently outside until Wanda revealed herself, a smile taking over her face. You mirrored her expression, offering a shy, gentle one as you walked into the familiar room.

To say you hadn't thought about her today would have been a complete lie. Every time you had a small break from the customers your mind drifted to tonight. You were tired and exhausted from tending to the vast amount of people today and were in dire need of something to relax you, making tonight seem more appealing than you anticipated. Guilt gnawed at you slowly for the excitement, berating yourself for giving into your own selfish wants one more time but you were adamant tonight was the last time so, why not try to enjoy it?

You hated yourself for loving the way Wanda made you feel, hated the fact that, despite loving Natasha, you wanted tonight to happen before it all ended. You wanted one final night with Wanda whether you wanted to admit it or not.

"How was your day Detka?" she asks as she sits on the bed, inviting you onto her lap to which you do so, a little more hesitant than Wanda liked though. It seemed that despite wanting tonight, your guilt was still holding you back.

Stop holding onto her. She's gone.

"Tiring," you sigh out, your body tense in her lap as her hands drift up and down your body. You noticed the slightly rougher texture of her fingers, unknowing that she scrubbed them almost raw to remove the blood that stained her skin and creeped under her fingernails. Her eyes watched you intently, an indecipherable glint in them as you opened your mouth to say something before pausing, unsure of whether to say it or not.

"What's wrong Detka?" her voice contains a little annoyance at your unsure state, wanting you to be completely in the moment with her.

"I just..." You're nervous under her gaze, your eyes looking away from her to which she guides your chin to face hers, forcing you to look at her. "I need you to know this is definitely the last time," you whisper, her jaw clenching, "And I was thinking of telling Natasha-"

"What?" her voice was harsh as she interrupted you, confusion and anger swirling in her eyes, "Why?"

"I want to be honest with her," your tone wavering, "I won't let her know it was you, I promise, Vision will never find out-"

"You swore you'd never tell," she sighs out, looking away from you and letting out a heavy breath. "Let's just talk about this later," she mumbles, turning back to face you, "I want to enjoy one last night with you."

You shyly nod your head, her lips meeting yours roughly, desperately trying to release her pent up frustration and anger. Her hands quickly drifted to your hair, threading through your locks and tangling her fingers in them, tugging your head where she wanted.

You moaned into the kiss at the small amount of pain, your hands cupping her face as she deepened the kiss. You were slow in your movements to begin with, the guilt of it all fading away as arousal took over, filthy words spilling from her lips to help you drift into your submissive headspace when with her.

Once you gained a little more confidence, your hands ventured down her body, nails digging into her back a little before she took you by surprise and flipped the two of you over, pressing you into the mattress.

Her front was flush against yours, the feeling of her knee at your core causing a low moan to escape you.

"Tell Mommy what you want from her," she purrs near your ear, one of her hands moving to the base of your neck, applying a firm amount of pressure as you groan at the dominant action.

"I want you," you sigh out, wanting her to make everything else go away for tonight. The guilt, the stress, the exhaustion from today, she could make it all go away and you wanted that. "I want you to make me forget everything but you."

Wanda's head moved away from your neck, tilting it inquisitively as her thoughts took over once more.

You don't want me. You want her.

You only want me for tonight. I want you forever.

Her hand squeezed a little harder, her eyes darkening a little more in a dangerous manner.

"You don't want me," she grits out, your brows furrowing at the sudden harsh tone of voice. "You never wanted me," the pressure of her hand on your throat becomes uncomfortable, her switch in mood scaring you as your hands clutch at her arm, trying to ease her grip.

"Wanda," you choke out, her grip never faltering as she stares into your fearful eyes, face slowly reddening due to her actions. "Please stop," the other woman ignores your plea, her face clearly conflicted as she continued to choke you.

"You swore you'd never tell," she says once more, your nails digging into her skin as you desperately try to stop her.

"I wont tell her," your voice weak as you struggle for breath. You clawed at her arms to push her away, tears spilling from your cheeks at the pain of her actions.

"You can't," Wanda sighs out, confusion and the lack of air causing your mind to become fuzzy. "You can't tell her but that doesn't matter," she eases her grip, allowing you to breathe a little as she's still conflicted on what to do.

You're never going to want me.

You'll hate me if you knew what I did.

I can't have you hating me.

"You'll hate me," she mumbles to herself before making a decision, her grip suddenly increasing making you cough at the sheer amount of pressure she applies to your throat, blocking your airways.

"You swore on your life," your head goes lightheaded, your mind not able to process what was going on as you drifted between consciousness and unconsciousness, Wanda ignoring that as she continues to talk to you, needing to express and try to justify her actions to herself. "This is all your fault," tears brew in her eyes as your eyes flutter shut, your body shutting down from the lack of oxygen as she leaves you to die in her arms. "You should have loved me. Me," she exclaims with a distraught tone, completely lost to insanity.

"You should have loved me," she sobs out again, her heart breaking at what she had done, your arm falling from hers onto the bed, pulse having stopped under her fingertips. Her hands shake as she releases your neck, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as fresh tears spill down her cheek. "I never wanted to hurt you but you- you made me do this," her voice shakes as she just stares at your lifeless body, her heart twisting painfully at the sight.

"I'm sorry Detka," she whispers, leaning to press a kiss to your forehead, lingering as she lets out a pained whimper.

Why didn't you just love me?

After drowning in her thoughts, Wanda pulls away from you once she regains some sort of control over herself, wiping the tears from her cheeks before climbing off your body, standing shakily on her feet to leave the room as she can't face what she's done. Her body pauses at the door though, her head turning to look at the still body on the bed,

"You're mine forever now. I love you Dorogaya."

—

'Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead

Yes, two can keep a secret if one of them is dead

Yes, two can keep a secret if one of us is dead'

—

I hate this just as much as you do. I'm sorry.

Despite all the pain, I hope you have enjoyed reading Secrets as much as I have enjoyed writing it. It was meant to be a short one shot where I experimented with darker tones and heavier angst but it became this and I love and hate the fact I wrote it.

Please leave any thoughts/comments/votes <3 Please don't kill me for this ;)

Masterlist

#eventual smut #marvel fanfiction #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda fanfic #dark wanda x reader #dark wanda maximoff #dark fanfiction #murder #natasha #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #rough smut #soft smut

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A murderous game of cat and mouse

Prologue

Part 1

Summary: The Scarlet witch just couldn't stay away from you, this cat and mouse game was getting annoying, you couldn't blame her though, you missed her too.

Nat loves interrupting you two and pissing Wanda off so it's a win win for her too

Warnings: 18 + Minors DNI, small amount of smut, like R giving Wanda some oral that’s it (first time writing smut in a while, and even longer since I’ve had any so no judging 😂) little knife play of course, Nat being the most annoying woman in the room but also relatable

Tag list: @xxxtwilightaxelxxx

Words: 2,500

"Y/n! Are you listening?" The piercing voice of one of your men Clint barton made you jump dropping the picture you were holding "fuck me Clint why don't you just slap me next time to get my attention"

The man laughed patting you on the back and trying to look at the picture you dropped "what do you have there?"

You didn't let him instead picking the picture up and stuffing it in your bra "you want it, you have to go fishing for it"

"You're gross you know that?" He laughed sitting on the chair opposite you and getting serious for a minute “so, is your stalker still giving you the runaround?”

You shook your head “no, I cockblocked myself by telling her I like the chase and I want to keep going-

“Woah woah woah! You’re telling me you had this woman in the palm of your hand and you let her go?! I thought you were smart?” You rolled your eyes Nat had already through this with you including a few head slaps then a face slap when you mentioned wanting an orgasm from her to make up for the head slaps

"Yeah yeah I know, anyway do we have anything to do today?"

The man shook his head "no everything's sorted for today, you could go and get your hot stalker" he sent you a cheesy smile and you wanted to smack the smirk off of his face "go home barton" you said blankly and he gave you a thumbs up "see ya tomorrow boss!" He left you alone and you sighed relaxing in your seat leaning your head back and pulling the picture out of your bra looking it over once again, the look on her face while licking the knife would be engraved in your mind forever.

There was a sharp knock on the door suddenly and you whipped out your gun aiming it at the door, how dare someone interrupt your quiet time "state your name or as soon as you open that door I'll blow your brains out"

There was a small chuckle from behind the door and you raised an eyebrow "not much of a cat and mouse game if you come to my office is it?"

The door opened revealing the scarlet witch and you lowered your gun "I'll be truthful my love I hate staying away from you, fuck the game I want you now" she walked to your desk sitting on it facing you "you sound desperate" you say smiling but she just shrugged "you haven't been trying to find me either baby, I was getting lonely"

You pulled your chair close to the desk, she spread her legs so you could be closer to her and you placed your hands on her thighs stroking them "I'm sorry, we've just been really busy here"

She nodded along, placing her hands atop of yours "I understand princess but when we’re you gonna make time for me?”

You dipped your head down sadly “sorry”

The woman remained stoic “where’s your knife?”

"In the drawer" you replied and you opened it pulling the object out, Scarlet took it from you admiring the shininess "I'm glad you kept her clean" she ran the knife along your cheek pressing the tip into your cheek just enough the keep you still "maybe I should punish you for ignoring me, were you with Romanoff?"

Your eyes widened slightly and she clicked her tongue "I see, do you want her dead? Do you want to see the blood pool around her shaking body as the light leaves her eyes?" In a quick second the knife sliced down your cheek cutting you but you didn't flinch being used to the pain knives brought

"Do you want to hurt me?" She asked sadly bringing the knife up to her lips licking the small amount of blood from it making you swallow hard "no, no I don't want to hurt you"

The woman jumped off the desk coming round to behind your chair where you were still sat unsure of what to do "when was the last time you fucked her?" Her arms found the bottom of the shirt you were wearing and lifted it above you head throwing it to the floor then spinning the chair around smiling at the lacy bra you had on

"Tell me" she asked again cutting the straps of your bra carelessly nipping your skin with it

"last night" you finally said and the cutting on your bra stopped and she sliced your other cheek, okay you'd had enough of being cut, she's hot but come on

"Scarlet-"

"It’s Wanda" she corrected you, her real name? At least you were getting somewhere

"Wanda, how about you calm down, okay?" You took ahold of the knife putting it down on the desk behind you "I want you-"

"Prove it" Wanda said and you chuckled "okay sit on the desk then" you stood and the remains of your bra fell from your body "well, it's a good thing I have more" you looked at Wanda looking at your chest "want a taste?" Her fingers reached your breast holding them in her hands "you're not getting any satisfaction from me today, you're gonna pleasure me" she pinched your nipples and you jerked away "shit there's sensitive"

Wanda smiled "I know, I can't wait to have my fun with them"

You didn't question her instead letting her get up on the desk again and spreading her legs "want a taste?" She mocked you laughing at your rolled eyes

Instead of responding you knelt down pulling her pants down her long legs tossing them away and kissing up her thighs leaving deep purple marks in your wake "don't tease me detka"

You kissed her over her panties revealing just how wet she was, you didn't even take her panties off just moved them to the side moaning at the sight of her wet cunt "shit you're so wet"

"Stop talking and just fuck me" you smiled and licked through her folds seeking out her clit and when you found it you sucked hard feeling Wanda buck into you urging you on

"God you're so good with your tongue" Wanda gripped your hair tight keeping you in place, it didn't matter if you couldn't breathe, not that you minded, if you died like this it would be the greatest death ever

You felt Wanda clench around your tongue knowing she was close you kept going through her orgasm bringing her close to another one prying her legs open when she tried to close them "Y/n...Y/n so sensitive..." she tried but you ignored her licking and swallowing everything she gave you and she was delicious, you could definitely die right now.

"Y/n!" The door slammed open and you had a slight moment of dejavu when Nat's voice echoed through the room, trying to reluctantly remove yourself from between Wanda's thighs but she gripped your hair keeping you in place

"We're in the middle of something Natalia" you heard her hoarse voice say as she tried to regain some control and Nat scoffed "I can see that psychopath, am I allowed to speak to my boss or isn't she finished yet?" you didn't even have to look at her to know she was smirking

Wanda was smirking too, pulling something from her chest pocket pointing it at Nat "how about you talk to her later when she's finished?"

"ooohhh a gun I'm so scared"

You tapped Wanda's thigh and she glanced down at your eyes that pleaded to be let up which she allowed letting go of your hair and pushing you from her with her legs

You stood up facing Nat trying to put on a professional face "Nat, how about we-"

Nat held up her hand stopping you from continuing "before you start, please wipe your face, and put a shirt on I can't take you seriously with cum on your face and your breasts out in the open"

You blushed reaching for your shirt quickly putting it over your head and the looking for something to use to wipe your face when Wanda handed you a tissue "there you go medovyy, I think you look perfect the way you are though" she winked putting her pants back on, you didn't know your face could blush harder and yet you felt like it did

"Anyway Nat what do you need?" You cleaned your face throwing the wipe in the trash looking back at your friend "actually I don't need anything but I heard moaning when I walked past so obviously I had to barge in to make sure my boss was safe"

You went to speak but Wanda was already in front of you with the gun firm against Nat's head "give me one good reason why I shouldn't put a bullet through your skull"

"I could give you hundreds of reasons but I know that's not what you want to hear" Nat was always calm in stressful situations and this was no different "so Y/n we have that dinner meeting with Agatha in an hour so we should probably get ready"

She glanced at the angry redhead "you could come too if you want, having a psychopathic guard dog there would probably be a good thing" she laughed to herself "you won't be laughing when I put a bullet through your head"

Nat sighed "you know I'd blame your anger on being sexually frustrated but I walked in on you being eaten out and from previous experience I know that you've probably had about 3 orgasms so far...she's great with her tongue right?"

You flinched when the handle of Wanda's gun smacked Nat across the face, cutting her lip, which Wanda smiled at before frowning when Nat just chuckled "well, you definitely have a swing on you, that'll prove useful at the meeting, now come on you two the car's waiting"

She left giving you a wink and Wanda turned back to you "she's more of a boss than you are princess, I like her"

You rolled your eyes, jealousy creeping into your body "you like her? You've threatened her and just slapped her across the face with the back of your gun, if that means you like someone I'm a little jealous"

Moving behind your desk to clean some things up and collect your gun Wanda watched you carefully "how do you deal with jealously?"

You finished behind the desk and moved around to Wanda wrapping your arm around her waist pulling her flush against you "I deal with it as well as you deal with it"

Wanda's eyes widened "oh milaya devushka I really want to see that, I'll get you so rilled up with jealously that the red mist takes over your mind and you kill everyone who looks at me" she kissed you hard moaning at the still lingering taste of herself on your tongue "fucking delicious" she said breathlessly and you chuckled

"It's your own taste"

"And I taste delicious-

"Come on you horndogs! We can't keep Agatha waiting!"

Wanda closed her eyes and grumbled "I don't like her anymore"

"Do you actually want to come?" You asked and Wanda nodded "our game of cat and mouse can be on hold for now, I'll be the best guard dog you've ever had instead”

"Will you sit at my feet and let me scratch your head? You joked but Wanda didn't instead she did said something that surprised you "I'll wear a pretty collar with a leash that you keep a hold of...and if for any reason you feel like you need it, I'll get under the desk and lick you like the good puppy I can be"

"Shit" you couldn't say anything else, it was just hazy, the thought of this big bad serial killer on her knees pleasing you while you were in a meeting was all you could think about

"Princess? We shouldn't keep the Russian whore waiting, come on" she dragged you out the room still in your hazy gaze imagining her on the floor with her head on your thigh as you softly stroked her hair and when you asked it she’d be between your legs making the dinner/meeting go so much better

"You'd look so cute with a dog collar" you managed and Wanda smirked "who said I don't have one already?"

"You're going to fucking kill me" you approached the car seeing Nat with a cigarette in her mouth tapping her foot impatiently "I'm glad you could pry yourselves away from each other long enough to come outside, get in the car" she threw away her cigarette and got into the drivers side while you two got into the back

The car was started up and Nat turned to the two of you "I swear to god if you two start doing anything in the back of this car I'll slit both your throats, it's a rental and I don't want to explain to the owners what the stains in the back are"

Wanda flipped her off "we'll do whatever we want Natasha"

The woman sighed before saying "fine, but if she gets action I want some too"

"Y/n won't touch you anymore Nat she belongs to me" Wanda threatened but Nat just looked at her in the rearview mirror "who said I want anything from her anymore? I think our hate hate relationship could leave to some hot sex, plus we're both redheads so it'll be fiery"

Throughout this interaction Wanda's hand flexed on your shoulder gripping it tightly whenever she spoke "and what makes you think I'd touch that dirty body of yours?"

Nat shrugged turning a corner into an alleyway and stopping the car "Maybe one day you're psychotic ass might change its mind, if the woman I normally fuck is now a pet for a serial killer then I want a taste of what she's having"

She got out of the car coming to the back and opening the door for you to get out, you thanked Nat and when Wanda stepped out Nat didn't get time to say anything before Wanda grabbed the back of her neck bringing her into a heavy kiss and slipping her tongue inside her mouth groaning at her taste

"Hmm I'll definitely think about it shlyukha" Wanda licked her lips giving Nat a pat on the cheek

"Takes one to know one psychopath"

You rolled your eyes "if you two are quite done, let's go" Wanda could tell you were obviously grumpy and grabbed ahold of you kissing your neck "are you jealous? Are you going to go into a blind rage?" Her voice was ragged against your neck, you know what you said about being jealous but you'd never hurt Nat, sexually you would sure but you'd never want to kill her.

"No Scarlet witch I won't be killing my friend" a stern tone evident in your voice making Wanda smile "using my stalker name are we? I love it when you're rilled up, can we go killing later? Seeing you up close and personal covered in blood will be the hottest thing I've seen in weeks"

You pushed her away slightly surprising the woman looking to Nat to open the door "let's get this over with" you we’re pissed, you couldn’t touch Nat or anyone else because you’d get punished, fucking hypocrite psychopath.

you went through the open door slamming it leaving the two redheads stood there "what the fuck happened?" Wanda exclaimed and Nat laughed "you thought making her jealous would be a good thing? You silly little psychopath"

"But she said she dealt with jealously like me, I don't complain and be whiny about it"

Nat rolled her eyes "you're in for it later, now come on idiot, she's scary when she's mad"

"That's what I wanted but I didn't think shed be mad at me"

Nat pushed Wanda through the door "make it up to her then"

Wanda groaned "all I wanted was to kill people for her and then fuck her while I was covered in blood"

“Too bad, you’re in a relationship now”

#marvel #mcu #MCU #marvel imagine #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #wanda maximoff #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda marvel #wanda maximilf #a murderous game of cat and mouse #wanda maximoff x female reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff

[your-very-rude-neighborhood-ace]

remember in the doctor strange end credits when they established baron mordo as an upcoming villain and then they forgot about it in favor of having wanda destroying the multiverse?? yeah

#what happened to him‼️🗣️ #if they had a sorcerer killer who is stephens ex-buddy be the villain that would be so interesting and exciting!! #instead they made wanda a villain for no good reason imo #like in mom wanda had the powers that are more sorcerer-like #i mean since when could she get rid of someone’s face!! #i don’t remember that!! #i was so hopeful that wanda would be in a road to recovery and moving on but then she murdered a bunch of people #like wanda in mom just feels so separate from pre-endgame wanda #anyway #never 4get what they did to my guy baron mordo😔✌️ #baron mordo #doctor strange #stephen strange #marvel #mcu #anti marvel #multiverse of madness

[taylorkellyreporting]

sorry but i can’t take anyone who says tony was just as wrong in civil war seriously because if you just left your tony hate at the door and watched the movie you’d see that he tried to do everything right but team cap are the ones who escalated things. they refused to sign the accords even though they could have worked to make adjustments to them as time went on, caused havoc because of bucky, had wanda throw vision through several floors and initiated the fight at the airport. tony also was holding himself back in that fight because steve and bucky would’ve been dead in a heartbeat but that’s not the outcome he wanted and how was he repaid? by having a shield slammed in his chest and left to die. and you want me to believe what he did was just as bad? be fucking serious.

#yes tony threw the first punch and you would too if you just watched your parents get murdered and found out your friend knew #and bucky was RIGHT THERE of course he’d lash out be for real #anti team cap #anti team cap stans #pro tony stark #team iron man #anti wanda maximoff #tony stark defense squad #anti steve rogers #anti captain america

[munchkinmarauder]

#I am hypeee #pietro maximoff #wanda maximoff #quicksilver #maximoff twins #Magneto #scarlet witch and quicksilver #quicksilver and the scarlet witch #Scarlet witch #Got two of my questions answered l!! #The Money x Pietro mention #Magnetos abuse and murder of Pietro actually acknowledged! #magnet family #Hope we get Tommy and Luna #No Polaris sadly #This art and the colours are gorgeous

[incorrect-wandavision-quotes]

Wanda: I wish I could block people in real life.

Monica: Restraining order.

Agatha: Murder.

#let's be honest we all know wanda would go straight to murder #source: ? #wandavision #wanda maximoff #monica rambeau #scarlet witch #agatha harkness #agnes wandavision #mcu #marvel #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect mcu quotes #incorrect wandavision #incorrect wandavision quotes #incorrect wanda maximoff

[callmebrycelee]

MY MAN CRUSH MONDAY IS...EVAN PETERS

Evan Thomas Peters is an American actor best known for his work on the hit FX horror anthology American Horror Story. Evan was born January 20, 1987 in St. Louis, Missouri. He is 35 years old and an Aquarius. Evan’s television work includes Phil of the Future, Invasion, Dirty, Without a Trace, Monk, House, One Tree Hill, Ghost Whisperer, Criminal Minds, The Mentalist, The Office, Parenthood, In Plain Sight, Pose, WandaVision, and Mare of Easttown. In addition to his roles on television, Evan has also appeared on the big screen. His film roles include Sleepover, An American Crime, Mama’s Boy, Gardens of the Night, Never Back Down, Kick-Ass, Never Back Down 2: The Beatdown, The Good Doctor, X-Men: Days of Future Past, The Lazarus Effect, Elvis & Nixon, X-Men: Apocalypse, The Pirates of Somalia, American Animals, Deadpool 2, Dark Phoenix, and I Am Woman. Evan can now be seen in the Netflix true crime anthology series Dahmer - Monster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story were he plays the titular character. Evan is 5 feet and 11 inches tall.

#mcm #man crush #man crush monday #man crush mondays #evan peters #pietro maximoff #wanda and pietro #wandavision #ahs murder house #tate langdon #ahs asylum #kit walker #ahs coven #kyle spencer #ahs freakshow #jimmy darling #mare of easttown #fx pose #dahmer monster: the jeffrey dahmer story #brown eyes

[sincerethoughtsblog]

Evan Peters...

#mcu #the avengers #the mcu #avengers #wandavision #wanda maximoff #wanda and pietro #wanda marvel #mcu wanda maximoff #vision mcu #evan peters #quicksliver #american horror 1984 #american horror murder house #american horror story #tate langdon #kit walker #kyle spencer #jimmy darling #james patrick march #Edward Phillippe mott #kai anderson #x men legacy #x men the animated series #the x men #the xmen #xmen quicksilver #x men days of future past #x men apocalypse #xmen dark phoenix