Multifandom Imagines And One-Shots

Wanda Maximoff: I'm Yours

Word Count: 3264

Her kisses peppered your neck. It was angel like and sinful altogether. You've got guilt riddling your bones. However, guilt was no match for the feelings of her fingers firmly on your waist. They were pressing into your skin, possessively.

" You should go"

There it was. You had to leave before her boyfriend got back. Her hold on you, still possessive.

You sighed, your hand removing hers from your waist. You felt disgusting as you climbed out of the bed.

It was silent as you slipped on your clothes from the night prior. You kept your back turned to Wanda. You could feel her eyes on you, but they always were.

She was so possessive. You were hers, but she wasn't yours. Wanda brought out the weakness in you. The truth was you were a hardened individual. Life hadn't been kind to you, but Wanda had.

She was soft, the softest thing you would ever hold in your arms. Which is why you understood that Wanda couldn't leave Vision. You would break her, like you break everything else.

Vision was collateral damage. He rarely crossed your mind in the beginning. But the longer this went on, the more he stayed in your mind.

You wanted to stop this. It was morally wrong, but... but Wanda made you feel more human than ever.

" I can't keep doing this," it was a whisper escaping your lips; the first time you verbally expressed this to Wanda.

She slowly crept up behind you. She engulfed you from behind, her head on your shoulder.

" Why not?"

There were her hands, possessive again, trapping you in her hold.

" It's wrong," you tried to pry her hands off of you, but her grip just tightened.

" It doesn't feel wrong, does it?" Her breath was warm on the tip of your ear.

" Nothing feels wrong with you. It's the only time I feel right," your eyes shut, reveling in this moment.

"Then why stop?"

You both heard it, the jingle of the doorknob. All of a sudden, her grip on you was a guide as she shoved you into her closet.

This is why.

You knew she heard your thoughts loud and clear.

" Darling, I appreciate the effort, but I'm not in the mood tonight," you watch through a crack in the closet as the man enters the room.

" You're never in the mood, Vision," she shoots at him.

" I'm sorry," he mutters.

You see her saunter over to him and grab his shoulders. She made him look at her and placed a gentle kiss on his lips," No, I'm sorry. It was uncalled-for. I've just got a lot on my mind."

You were going to be sick. Seeing them close up like this was enough to make you barf. It was different from being at an Avengers event with so many others around. It was just them and you.

You look around frantically, searching for something you could hurl in. Your hand shoots to cover your mouth as the bile climbs its way up your throat.

You were going to be sick.

Your whole body lurches in the closet. Wanda's eyes quickly shift over to where you are hidden. You grab a handbag prepared to empty the contents of your stomach inside of it.

The closet is yanked open violently, and you rush for the bedside trash can, vomiting into it. You firmly grip the trash can as you try to control your breathing.