Marvel Women Oneshots

Wrapped in Red *WM* 🥵

Warning: Angsty (suppressed love | Happy ending), Scrooge!R for like a second.

Smut: Mommy (R), Good Girl (W), Face-Riding (Wanda), Strap-On (Oral-R / Wanda-Receiving), Slapping, Teasing. Aftercare 🥰

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With a warm mug in your hand you peered out of your second story lofts window, drinking in the sight of the supposed Winter Wonderland. The snowy streets were bustling with all those who'd waited until the last minute to feed into this Capitalist nations image of Christmas, and you envied their beaming faces. The wonder of the holidays that had once lived in you, now only lives on in the faces of your friends, and family, and now even strangers as they go by.

Christmas at one point was all you ever focused on for the second half of the year, even back when you hadn't the finances to gift those you loved most what you deemed they deserved. So, every year, without fail, you would use your developed crafting skills to make their gifts. Then you used your charms to get them to do loads of inexpensive things like going ice skating, baking cookies, and your personal favorite was walking around the city to experience the wonder of the twinkling lights.

Natasha, your best friend, and Wanda, your muse, would always walk with you at the front, their arms looped with yours as they watched with a fondness as your face lit up at the sight of the decorated houses in upper Manhattan. They'd giggle wildly every time the boys would groan as you stopped to take a picture of a Winnie the Pooh display, or whatever other character you found to be worth the spectacle of your attention—which was most of them.

Then as you all transitioned into adulthood, many of you going off to college, the time for such frivolities had come to an end. Still, you managed to convince them of the importance of having one big Christmas bash, and so every year without fail they've managed to bring it together for you. Everyone, except for Bucky, Sam and Steve who spent a few overseas were at every single party. Christmas to you had always been about the traditions, not from a religious perspective, but more so from a place of genuine connectivity. Getting together with the found family you'd managed to create over a lifetime meant the absolute world to you, but now it felt like a daunting experience.

As the years have pressed on the parties went from fun-filled ragers, full of cheap booze and belly laughter to more refined get togethers. Vodka was exchanged for flutes of champagne, and seven minutes in heaven was no longer a plausible game when most were coupled up. Watching everyone moving forward was truly an enjoyable experience, all you'd ever wanted for any of them was success and happiness. The only thing was how painful it was to see your life in a place of stagnation, with no one to love you how you craved, and to be made to watch the actual love of your life enter with a new piece of eye candy on her arm year after year. You gradually went from Cindy Lou Who to the Grinch—with a heart wrapped in barbed wire, and protected by your guard cat Max.

It used to be easier, when you were still in high school, and your silly crush was constantly crushed with her incessant need to talk about how hot Tony's cousin Jarvis was. Pretentious asshole that he was, he somehow charmed his way into the naive girls heart, and as hard as it was to see them dating it was relatively easy to endure. It wasn't until the third Christmas break that you found it was a bit harder to manage your unrequited love for the Sokovian.

Wanda and Vis's breakup was something you were made aware of, seeing as how you and Nat held her crying form up all Summer long. The sight of Wanda walking into the party had you smiling in an instant, the chance to ask her for a dance had you internally beaming, you were steadily approaching her too, but when you saw her accompanying date you stopped dead in your tracks in Tony's ball room.