marvel one-shots // avengers x reader

Lockdown~ Wanda Maximoff

TW: mentions of sex

Wanda collapsed on the bed next to me, both of us coming down from our third highs of the night. My breath came out in rough pants and my throat was extremely dry and scratchy.

Wanda looked at me with so much love and adoration in her eyes it was hard to believe she was the same person as the one who was just dominating me.

She tucked my hair behind my ear before getting up and walking into the bathroom. She walked back in with a wet cloth and began to clean me up. I hissed in pain as she cleaned up my sensitive core. "I'm sorry baby," she muttered.

She walked back into the bathroom and threw the cloth into the laundry basket before turning on the bath. She poured some bubble bath in and left it to run.

She came in and picked me up gently as I rested my head on her shoulder, I was exhausted. She placed me in the bath and sat behind me, my back flush against her chest.

She washed my hair and body gently and then we just sat in a comfortable silence for a while. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you baby, did I?" she asked, concern lacing her tone.

"No," was all I could manage to get out as my throat was aching. She laced her fingers with mine and brought my knuckles up to her lips and gently brushed them over them.

"I love you, baby," she told me. "Love you too," I smiled back at her. She lifted me back out of the bath and pulled one of her shirts over my head and slipped some underwear on before laying me down in bed. She put the same on and climbed in with me.

She pulled me close to her, resting her chin on top of my head while I buried my face in her warm chest. She was radiating some much needed warmth, and I loved it.

She stroked her hand over my head and combed her fingers through my wet tangled hair. "You were so good tonight baby," she cooed softly. I sighed contentedly and bunched up her shirt gently, holding her close to me so I could reassure myself she was there.

"Initiating lockdown protocol," FRIDAY's voice echoed through the building as a loud alarm went off, startling me. Wanda pulled me back down and held me, reassuring me that everything would be okay.

Steve ran into our room just before the door locked. "What the hell Steve!" Wanda yelled. "This was the room closest to me, I couldn't go anywhere else!" he exclaimed, hands raised.

Wanda sighed loudly, "fine." She sat up and pulled me with her, "no," I mumbled, not wanting to move away from her warmth. She pulled the sheets up to under my chin but I lay my head on her lap under the sheets instead.

"Is she okay?" Steve asked. Of course my brother would be too naive to realise what had happened. "Yeah she's just tired," Wanda responded.

Tony's voice came over the speakers in the room, "okay everyone, there is a shooter on the loose in New York, and this is just a precaution, the police will hopefully have caught them soon."

Wanda threw her head back onto the pillows, lightly jolting my body. "Sorry, baby," she muttered as she lifted back the covers to press a kiss to the top on my head. I blindly reached out to pull the covers back down from behind me but I accidentally pulled Steve down by his shirt.

He landed on top of me and I groaned in pain as he crushed me. Struggling for air I tried to squirm out from under his grip. "Move Steve, she can't breathe you idiot!" Wanda shouted.

Steve chuckled and rolled off of me. "Well at least someone finds it funny," I muttered under my breath. Wanda laughed lightly.

She placed a hand on the side of my head and images from not that long ago began to play through my mind. I moved her hand and glared at her, she smirked down at me with a playfully innocent look.

Steve spoke up, "why don't we play a game?" Wanda groaned, "why don't we not."

"Do you think it's called the sand because it's between the sea and the land?" I asked no one in particular.

"If humans suddenly lost the ability to sneeze, how long do you think it would take mankind to notice?" Steve countered.

We asked stupid questions like that for a few hours.

"It's just a fact that if you lick the filling out of a creme egg you give good head," Wanda said. Steve flushed a bright shade of red at her statement, he was embarrassed to say the least.

"I'm guessing you must do it then," I told Wanda with a grin on my face. She winked at me while Steve shifted uncomfortably on the bed.

"Wanna see?" she asked me as she pulled me in for a passionate kiss. Steve managed to flush an even brighter shade of red, if that was even possible.

"Always," I told her. Steve pulled me away from Wanda. "I don't want to see my sister doing anything like that, thank you very much," he told us.

"Keep your gray hair on grandpa, we're just joking," I giggled. Wanda shot me a wink and played memories through my head that would make Steve stab himself.

Eventually, FRIDAY announced the lockdown was over and everyone was free to move around the tower.

Wanda captured my lips in her own for a kiss, "round four?" I replied, "fuck yeah." Steve yelled, "language!" before running for his life out of our room.

A/N: please comment suggestions I am completely out of ideas lmao