Marvel One-Shots

The Red Carpet

Wanda Maximoff and Female Reader (smut)

Sweat was dripping down your face, your bones were aching and exhaustion was pulling at your eyes as the crowd bubbled in front of you. Your final song was coming to a close and you pushed yourself to belt out the last note without your voice wavering. The band behind you concluded their melodies and the lights dropped, the cheers echoing throughout the arena.

Your chest rose and fell violently as you tried to catch your breath. Sometimes it caught you off guard, you thought you had gotten used to it, but the realisation that every person in the stadium was here to see you and that they relied on you was overwhelming...

Until you looked in her eyes. Standing to your left, just behind the curtain and blocked from the view of your fans, was Wanda. Her perfect face was beautifully framed by her golden hair and her divine body was being flaunted in her short dress- you were desperate to say goodbye to the crowd and get back to your girlfriend.

You had managed to keep her a mystery so far, only a select few of your close friends and family members knew of her existence. Keeping your fans out of your business was hard, especially when all you wanted to do was hold your girlfriend's hand in public or relish in the thrill that is PDA.

As if she could read your mind, a cheeky grin broke out across her face, taunting you as she blew a kiss in your direction. A laugh of disbelief broke out your chest- how dare she tease you when you couldn't reach her. You had never exited stage so fast in your life, your feet driving hard against the floor in order to relieve yourself from the watchful eyes of the audience. What you were about to do to Wanda was for no one else to see.

Just as you passed into the tranquillity of backstage, the microphone was removed from your grasp and your beloved's hand replaced its absence. Wasting no time, you gently pulled her in the direction of your dressing room- you longed to have her all to yourself. You didn't reply to her when she asked where you were going- her Sokovian accent tightening slightly due to her excitement, and slight trepidation.

A stark white door with your name on it came into view, the paint was slowly peeling and the handle was stiff and jerky, but right now it was the most welcoming thing you had ever seen. The gateway to privacy opened with a loud creak, fresh air from the open window rushed out of the room and cooled the reddened skin of your face.

Guiding your girlfriend through the doorway, you closed it behind her and proceeded to back her up against it, her smooth skin meeting rough wood. An adorable giggle left her lips at your expense- she thought it was funny that you were so desperate and needy. It drove you insane.

Her laughter ceased once your lips met her neck, gliding your hot lips along her throat and making her shiver. Heat gathered in the junction between your legs as you listened to her sweet moans; the sounds caused pride to flow through you- you created your own pleasure from making your lover feel good.

Shyly, her hands dragged down your body from your neck to your hips, rounding your stomach to fumble with the zipper on your jeans. She slowly tugged the metal down and opened the button, exposing the top of your lacy panties and the skin of your abdomen. She pulled at them and let go, snapping them against your skin and making you gasp.

She slipped her hand past your underwear, dragging her fingers over your most sensitive parts delicately, just to taunt you. Your clit pulsed in anticipation, yearning for Wanda to put you out of your misery and bury her fingers inside you... but she didn't.

Again, she softly brushed her fingers over your folds, stopping only for a moment to circle your clit harshly. A lusty moan ripped through the quiet air around you both, piercing the silence and bringing a blush to Wanda's once pale cheeks. She was so concentrated on making you cum that she hadn't realised you were dropping to your knees in front of her, her hand falling from your body as a result.

You made quick work of rolling up her short skirt, bunching the material of the dress at her hips and giving you access to her bare core- it seemed she had listened to you when you said to forget about panties. She was shaking like a leaf as you kissed and sucked at her inner thighs, moving your mouth closer to where she wanted you most.

When your tongue finally stroked over her, she threw her head back in bliss- she would never get used to the feeling of your mouth meeting her slick and supple skin. Wanda had to bite her bottom lip to keep from screaming, the euphoria you brought her was inexplicable, and not just in sex: in love, in company, in friendship, in life.

She couldn't live without you.

Your mouth worked magic between her legs, drawing multiple orgasms out of her before she sagged back against the door with ecstasy painted over her features- an expression of undiluted elation and joy. You got up from the floor just in time to see her happy face, placing a soft peck on her hot cheek to help her come back to reality.

Gazing at you lovingly, she slid her hands up into your hair and brought you closer for another kiss whilst you chuckled at her impatience. The look in your eyes mirrored hers; you couldn't help but stare at her with adoration swimming in your irises.

You were eager to show her off on the red carpet... but the worries wouldn't stop plaguing your head.

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Velvet and carmine, the sea rolled out on the other side of the car door, leading all the way up past the paparazzi and into the doors of the event. Fear wound around your veins as you imagined people's reactions and the headlines that would follow this night...

You knew most would be supportive, and maybe even excited, but you couldn't stop your mind from wandering to those that would be neither. Your sexuality had never been discussed before, everyone assumed that you were just another straight musician and you were unsure of how people would react when they found out you weren't.

Your leg shook violently under your dress, the anxiety spreading through every inch of your body. Wanda's hand was laid in yours, occasionally squeezing yours to try and dissipate the nerves, but you couldn't stop trembling in fear. Usually, Wanda's touch was all it took for you to relax, but your whole career was on the line right now- it was all down to your fans and how they reacted to the news. Your heart would physically crack in two if they shamed you.

Once upon a time, you looked forward to this moment, excited to show off your one true love to the world... and you still wanted to. Courage ripped through you as you turned towards your gorgeous girl, smiling brightly as soon as her stunning face came into view. You left a chaste kiss on her succulent lips as a 'thank you' for not leaving your side.

You saw movement in the corner of your eye the moment happed so fast, the bravery immediately leaving your system when the door to your left opened and the mad reached forward for you.

Taking your hand, he pulled you from the leather seat quickly and you stood on wobbly legs, straightening the front of your gown. The cheers erupted from the surrounding crowd: people were calling your name, screaming for your attention and chanting your songs.

Something felt off as you stood on the carpet by yourself, so you worked quickly to perfect the situation. Turning back towards the limo, you grabbed Wanda quickly and guided her out of the vehicle, making sure she didn't hit her head on the doorframe like she usually did.

She stood up straight, gaping at the size of the hordes of people as delight erupted inside you... the atmosphere only heightened in happiness as you leant in to give your girlfriend another kiss- a declaration of your love, in front of the whole world, right on the red carpet.