#i think at this point ive got a healthy grasp on how to use wanda. very fun lady :) i love her very much

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now i aint ever had no one on the enemy team call me out.... lol ...... abysmal they say this right as the mvp screen pops up too.....

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Drive Her Crazy || Part VII

PAIRING: Wanda Maximoff x OFC/Reader

Summary: AU. Meet Wanda, the new ‘It’ girl. She’s built her social standing as a social influencer through Instagram and vlogging on Youtube. Queen Bee in her social circle, she’s got everyone wrapped around her finger. She’s perfect, you think. Girls like that require a little finesse, and you’re ready to play the game.

Warnings: Non-healthy relationship, psychological games, eventual smut. 18+ only.

Note: Jealousy games yikes. Also happy 100 followers! I’ll be posting another prompt request soon :)

PART I || PART II || PART III || PART IV || PART V || PART VI

PART VII of X

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You were lying in bed while Natasha slept. It was still the early hours of the morning, and you would give it another hour or two before Natasha would wake up to start her day.

When you had come into her home after leaving Wanda’s hotel, you were still so riled up that you started kissing Natasha as soon as she opened the door. The enthused woman immediately returned your attention, leading you to her bedroom and letting you fall on top of her. 

You were kissing her roughly, moving your body against hers as she ran her fingers through your hair. 

It felt good. 

You wanted to continue. But you couldn’t. 

The image of Wanda writhing underneath you stopped you from taking it over the line with Natasha.

And that had never happened to you with any other girl. You knew right then it could never be anyone but Wanda.

You stopped kissing Natasha, letting out a quiet sigh, and smiling at the redhead beneath you.

“Sorry, I just...don't want our first time being like this...I’m not quite ready.” You told Natasha, who graciously just rubbed your cheek and kissing you softly with an understanding smile. 

You spent the entire night chatting softly together as she lay partially on your shoulder and your arm around her. She fell asleep at some point, but your mind was too wired to do the same. 

When it felt appropriate, you got up as quietly as you could to avoid waking Natasha.

You think she would appreciate some breakfast.

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Wanda had spent the night in the hotel room, lying on her back in the same state you had left her in. 

She mussed her hair messily and sighed.

She was obsessing. 

Had you already reached Natasha’s? Were you kissing her with those same lips you had just kissed her with? Touching Natasha with those hands that were just on her?

Were you worshipping Natasha’s body when you should’ve been worshipping hers?

The temptation to call your phone or even show up at Natasha’s had crossed Wanda’s mind, but she resisted it. 

Wanda was sure you wanted her, it was obvious. She was the right choice for you. No one would fit you better than her. 

But if you insisted on being friends, then she would have to step up her game.

Wanda slept for a few hours before the day started. She had the hotel set her up with a driver to send her home with all her gifts. When she got home, Vision had returned. He looked incredibly hungover, and the sight sent Wanda fuming.

“Wanda--” Vision started, but she cut him off.

“Are you fucking serious?” Wanda seethes at him, and the volume made him wince and put his palm to his eye.

“Not so loud,” Vision pleads. A baffled look enters on Wanda’s face.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Wanda says, sarcasm dripping in her voice. “Is me being pissed that you went missing during my birthday, worrying me, but only for me to find out that you were just blackout wasted giving you a headache?”

Vision sighs, grabbing a glass of water and rummaging through the cabinets for Advil.

“Wanda, love, I am so sorry,” Vision said as he took two pills. “I don’t know what happened. I was signing my contract, and we just had a couple drinks to celebrate, and it just got out of control so fast.”

Wanda scoffs, crossing her arms. “Do you know how embarrassing it was for me for you to go missing without saying anything? You were the one who made such a big deal about performing for me!”

She uncrossed her arms, bring her hand up to grasp her temples with her middle finger and thumb. 

“I am happy for you, Vision,” Wanda said tiredly. “I really am that you’ve finally got signed on. But you promised me you were going to be there. Do I mean so little to you that you would go and get that drunk elsewhere on my birthday?”

Vision went over and knelt in front of her, grabbing her hands in his.

“No, love, not at all. I’m sorry, I messed up. Let me still sing you the song I wrote,” Vision pleaded Wanda, putting her hands to his mouth. She pulled away, a frown on her face.

“I am not in the mood to listen to your song, Vis. I’m really upset.”

“Wanda, please. It’s just a birthday. I promise to make it up to you.”

Wanda’s eyes widened in disbelief. 

“Just a birthday? Vision, it was my birthday. It was my birthday, with all of our friends and people I work with. It was near humiliation for me. I was so lucky that I still got a performance dedicated to me.”

Vision frowned, “Who?” He demanded.

“Lady Phantom,” Wanda answered with a sniff of her nose. 

Vision got up and groaned. 

“Seriously?” He asked, “her?”

Wanda looked offended. “What’s the supposed to mean?”

“Wanda, there’s something off about her. Since she showed up, everything has been going weird between us.”

Wanda scoffed, she couldn’t even believe what Vision was saying. 

“Don’t blame your lack of attention to me on her! You put yourself in this situation. I have supported you for years, Vis. Always at your side with you pursuing music, even when no one was listening. I put my career aspirations aside to make sure you were comfortable. But the second you get recognized by some hot shots, I’m on the back burner?” Wanda narrowed her eyes at Vision as she spoke. 

“I want a break, Vision,” Wanda said, frowning deeply.

“Wanda, no,” Vision pleaded, coming in to hug her, but she moved out of the way.

“Vision, I’m serious,” she said. She took off her engagement ring, putting it in his hand. “I need time to think, and we need time apart.”

Vision took the room, staring at it sadly before looking at Wanda again. He wanted to say something but with the look on her face, he knew she was serious. And when Wanda was serious, there was nothing that could change her mind.

He sighed, putting the ring into this pocket, grabbing his jacket and walked out the door. 

When Vision was gone, Wanda sighed. She took a seat and rubbed her temples to relieve the oncoming headache. 

She wanted to call you, but the fear of you not picking up, or worse, Natasha picking up your phone for you made her not. 

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Natasha had been the one to tell you about a gala Tony was hosting for the 75th anniversary of Stark Industries. 

You hadn’t seen or spoken to Wanda in a couple weeks, but you heard once again from Natasha that the two of them had gone on a break. 

The news made you smirk internally.

So, you got dressed up in your chic custom made tuxedo, your slightly sheer white dress shirt unbuttoned enough to show your collarbone and the dip to your chest. You had an untied bowtie wrapped around the collar of your shirt, sitting perfectly on either side of your chest. You were rolling up the sleeves of your jacket and then used your fingers to delicately moved your curled hair over to one side. 

Natasha came in with her tight red dress that fit her curves perfectly and showed off her back. 

“You look unbelievably sexy,” She commented at the door, leaning against it with her arms crossed.

You looked at her through the mirror and smirked before turning around to walk towards her. She stood up straight, grabbing the lapels of your jacket and smoothing them out.

“Not looking shabby yourself, Miss Romanoff,” you said in return, moving in to kiss her lightly, moving your hand to caress her bare back.

“Mmm,” Natasha hummed. “Keep that up, and I may end up keeping you here.”

You chuckled against her lips and pulled back.

“I’m sure Tony will be displeased with me if I keep his favorite publicist from his party.”

“Favorite?” Natasha mused. “I’m his only publicist.”

“Not if we don’t get a move on now to the party,” you say, ushering her along to get out to the car waiting. 

She laughs huskily.

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You two were the last to arrive at the party. They were all standing in a circle, and your eyes caught Wanda’s briefly. She was beautiful in her silver dress that ended just before her knees. It was a long sleeve, but the arms and her collarbones to her chest were all transparent lace designs. 

She was staring at you, unashamed with her hungry look that no one noticed.

Clint had made a joke wondering what took the two of you so long while Bruce stared at the two of with a clenched jaw and drink in his hand. Vision was here as well, though standing a couple persons away from Wanda rather than next to her. 

You kept your hand deliberately on Natasha’s waist, pulling her closer to you as you all talked in a group. You could feel Wanda’s eyes on you, and you soaked it up. Leaning over, you brushed your lips against Natasha’s ear, asking her if she wanted anything to drink. She nodded, and you pressed a light kiss to her neck, your eyes meeting Wanda’s for a split second before walking off. 

You were at the bar, ordering a drink for yourself and then Natasha’s drink when you felt someone stand next to you. You looked over to see Wanda with a blazing fury in her eyes.

“I know what you’re doing,” she says, and you’re taking a sip of your drink before turning to her.

“And what’s that?” You asked her with a cock of your brow. 

“You’re trying to get a reaction out of me,” Wanda said, leaning against the counter, purposely moving her hair over her shoulder to draw your attention to her defined collarbone.

You licked your lips subtly, but Wanda still caught it and smirked. You immediately drew your attention back up to her eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You tell Wanda. “I’m just here to enjoy my night with Natasha.”

With that, you walk off, two drinks in hand as you return to the redhead’s side. She smiles at you, taking her drink and gives you bedroom eyes. The two of you chat some more before you pull her onto the dance floor with you. Your hand is dangerously low on her back while she’s pressed up against you with that smile that made every man turn into a stuttering mess. 

As you were leading the dance, you could see Vision tentatively ask Wanda for a dance. She looked at you on the floor, catching your eye once more. She smirked at you before agreeing to Vision, who then led her onto the floor. Wanda stared at you the entire time as she pressed herself closer to Vision and allowed him to guide her.

Your jaw clenched slightly as the way Vision was pushing his luck, caressing Wanda’s back, sliding further down intimately.

And Wanda not stopping it. 

You turned your attention back to Natasha, smiling seductively at the woman in your arms as you spun her out before pulling her back in and dipping her slightly in your arms. 

When you pulled her back up, you sighed a little.

“What’s the matter?” Natasha asked as you continued the dance. 

You look into her eyes and just smile a little sheepishly. “Nothing. You’re just...so incredibly attractive. I just wish I could kiss you right now.”

The redhead usually was not one for public displays of affections, but her lips quirked up as she eyed you. 

“What’s stopping you?”

You slowed your dancing, your eyes fluttered as they dropped to her lips. 

“I might just really kiss you, Romanoff.”

Natasha tilted her head up, her own eyes moving to your lips.

“Don’t tease,” she whispers. Your dancing comes to a full stop as the song ends, but you lift your hands to cup her jaw, moving in to kiss her deeply and slowly. Your eyes open to look past her to see Wanda standing with Vision, jaw clenched at you.

Soon enough, you pull away and peck Natasha once more softly on her lips.

“Thank you for the dance,” you tell her, and she grins at you. You take a step back and bow slightly with the end of the dance. 

“Find me later,” she mouths at you before walking off to find Tony to talk to some of the guests.  

The party is starting to get a little full, so you walk out into the hallway to get some air. 

As soon as you step out, though, someone grabbed you by the arm. 

You looked over to see the social influencer next to you, pulling you further away from the ballroom. 

Wanda dragged you to the washroom, pushing you up against the wall and trapping you between her arms. 

"You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?“ She asked eyebrows pinched in irritation. 

"Doing what?” You asked innocently. Wanda frowned even more deeply hearing your response. 

"Don’t play dumb with me. You’re being all over Natasha on purpose. Don’t you think you’re being a little cruel to me?“ Wanda asked, closing the distance between your bodies.

You raised your brow at her. "Only as cruel as you being all over Vision in front of me. You didn’t think I would notice?” 

Wanda only pressed her body right against you perfectly, her thigh between your legs and pressed against you intimately. 

Your breath hitched, and Wanda smirked as she lowered her head to your neck and sucked at the skin there, being careful to not leave a mark. 

Your hands clenched together in a fist as your eyes shut close. Wanda peppered kisses all the up your neck to your jawline before lightly swiping at your lips. There was a slight pause as Wanda watched you with half-lidded eyes before smashing her lips against yours. 

She kissed you wildly, her hands wrapped up in your hair and thigh pressing against you more firmly. 

You moaned into her mouth, and she pulled back slightly. Wanda’s face was still insanely close to you as you both shared the same air. 

“Fine, keep your hands all over Natasha. Just remember that only I can make you feel this hot. You can do whatever you want, but I know it’s me you want underneath you, writhing as you fuck me.” Wanda hissed, her mouth so close that the words vibrated off your lips. 

Suddenly, your body felt cold as she pulled away. You opened your eyes to see Wanda standing there looking smug as she licked her lips, and walked out of the washroom, leaving you alone.

You relaxed against the wall, leaning your head back as you let out a big sigh, smiling to yourself.

This.

This was how you wanted someone to react in a situation like this. 

You didn’t want them to cry or beg for your attention.

You wanted them to demand it.

And oh, Wanda certainly did a great job of claiming it.

You stayed in the washroom for a couple more minutes before returning back into the ballroom. You spotted Wanda at the bar, talking casually with Clint and Sam. She noticed you as well, only looking at you in her peripheral before returning her attention to Clint and Sam. 

The next thing you noticed was Natasha and Bruce talking heatedly in the corner. Judging from the situation, you could tell Natasha was getting visibly angry with whatever Bruce was saying to her. 

Walking over, you came up to the two of them with a smile, effectively stopping the conversation as you put your hand on Natasha’s back.

“Everything alright?” You asked, more towards Natasha as you eyed Bruce.

He was certainly reaching his limit faster than you had expected. You couldn’t blame him, though. Perhaps he had caught you passionately kissing the redhead on the dance floor.

“Everything is fine,” Natasha said, tone a little clipped. She grabbed your hand, smiling curtly at Bruce.

“If that’s all, we’ll be off now.” Natasha pulled you away from the scientist, and you just followed her.

She still looked a little upset with her eyes focused, brows tightened, and nostrils slightly flared. Once you felt far away enough, you stopped, tugging Natasha to a stop as well.

She turned around to you and softened at your expression.

“Are you okay?” You genuinely asked. Natasha sighed, dropping your hand, but you stepped closer in response.

“Yeah, just...it’s really complicated with him as I told you,” she replied, closing her eyes for a brief second as she ran her fingers through her hair. 

You could feel it. Bruce was just a step away from snapping and doing whatever he could to get Natasha back. 

Whatever you had with Natasha was ending. 

The only question was if you were going to let her go before that happened. 

You put your hand on Natasha’s arm, rubbing it up and down to comfort her.

She opened her eyes, staring at you with a small smile.

“Do you still love him?” You asked her softly. 

The question made the redhead freeze momentarily, but it was the answer you needed, and Natasha knew.

“But I really like you too,” she softly told you. You returned her soft smile with your own.

“But it’s not really over between the two of you, is it?” You ask her, dropping your hand and putting the other into your pant pocket.

Natasha pursed her lips, eyes watering just ever so slightly. “I don’t want things over between us. You’re amazing, and we’re good together. We make sense.”

“Sometimes the love you want doesn’t always make sense,” you tell her, and it fits perfectly in both your guys’ situations.

Natasha just gives you a sad lopsided smile as she goes in to embrace you tightly.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles against your shoulder. You return the hug equally as tight, rubbing her back up and down.

“Don’t be. Not like we made it official or anything,” you joke and she chuckles. “We’re still friends, Nat. I want you to be happy, so go get ‘em, tiger.”

Natasha pulls back, kissing you one last time on the cheek and smiles before leaving you.

You sigh, a little relieved that you were able to end things on good terms with the redhead, but now you were stuck in a different predicament.

Wanda would eventually find out that you and Natasha ended. 

And while she was on a break with Vision, a break was only a break until it officially ended or they get back together.

You needed to find a new distraction and quick. 

The game was still on, and Wanda was quickly getting the upper hand.

And you never lose a game.

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Wanda was eyeing you like prey the moment you had entered back into the room. Clint and Sam were talking to her about something, but she had tuned it out a while ago, just nodding at the appropriate places.

She watched as you walked over to Natasha and Bruce and huffed a little.

Seriously? After that hot moment in the washroom, you still walked to Natasha first?

She watched from her peripheral the entire time as Natasha was dragging you away before the two of you chatted. Then she was hugging you, and you were returning the hug so intimately. 

The hot burning jealously pooling in her gut made her grip her glass a little tighter.

“So, how are things between you and Vision?” Clint asked, bringing Wanda’s attention back. 

“Huh? Oh, I guess it’s okay,” Wanda answered. Honestly, she hadn’t really been talking to him since the day she told them they needed a break. From what others have told her, he was currently staying with Tony. 

“Yeah, I saw the two of you dancing earlier,” Sam commented. 

Wanda nodded, relaxing her grip on her cup as she took a sip.

“Yeah,” she said for lack of anything else to say. 

“Any thoughts on getting back together?” Clint asked, neither hinting that he wanted them to or not. 

Wanda glanced over at Vision, who was already staring at her. She turned her attention back to Clint.

“To be honest...no,” Wanda answered honestly with a sigh. “Maybe it seems like I’m overreacting over him not showing up for my birthday, but it’s more than that. I guess things have been changing for a while, I just kept holding on thinking that I could make it work.”

Clint gave her a sympathetic look while Sam put his hand on her shoulder, comfortingly.

“We’ll support you no matter what, Wanda. Just, maybe let Vision know that as soon as possible, so he’s not holding out hope longer than he needs to. It’ll get messy if that happens.” Clint advised her, and Sam nodded in agreement. 

Wanda gave them both a half-hearted smile and nodded as she hugged both of them. They left her alone after a moment, and Wanda sighed as she left the premises again, this time to stand outside.

It was a little brisk, and she regretted not bringing a jacket as she wrapped her arms around herself. 

Suddenly, a jacket was being wrapped around her shoulders. Her heart flared up as she turned, hoping to see you, but it was only Vision standing there. 

“Hey,” he greeted her softly.

“Hey,” she returned quietly. 

The two of them stood there silently next to each other for a couple minutes. 

“I’ve had a lot of think about over the last few weeks,” Vision said, breaking the silence.

The two of them turn to face each other, and Vision had his hands in his pockets.

“I messed up. Real bad, and I know that. I’ve taken you for granted over the years we’ve been together. You were right. I think a part of me has always wanted to be in the same league as you, and when I wasn’t, the insecurity made me drag you back.” Vision confessed, regret in his eyes.

“But, I want to change that. I have a chance to change all that,” he started and pulled out Wanda’s ring from his pocket. “I will be a better man, the man you deserve. Someone who supports you in your career aspirations too. I have to leave to New York to work on my debut. If that goes well, I will go on tours.”

He grabs Wanda’s hand, pushing the ring towards her. “I want you to be there with me. I want to do this together and reach new heights together. Whatever you want there, I will happily give you.”

Vision finishes his speech, holding out the ring and waiting for Wanda’s response.

To be honest, this is the most romantic thing Vision has ever said to her. Months back, this would’ve made her heart flutter, and she would’ve been crying as she said yes.

But now?

Now all she could think of was you.

Your eyes, your smile, the way you looked at her, the way you put her in the center of your universe to make sure she got what she wanted.

The hot explosion she felt when you guys kissed, and the hot liquid fire she felt pool in her belly when your hands were intimately on her. 

She wanted you.

And Wanda would be the only person to have you. 

She pulled her hand gently away from Vision, giving him a sad smile. 

“This break has given me a lot to think about as well,” she told him. “It made me realize that things have been different between us for a while, even if I may not have shown that to you. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, but my heart is no longer in it.”

Wanda watched as Vision’s expression turned to heartbreak, and she put her hand on his cheek. He pressed his face further into her hand, his own hand holding it there as his other lowered the ring.

“I am so happy for you, Vision, to get the recognition you have always wanted. You’re a great man, but you’re just no longer the man for me. You’re going to reach new heights, even without me.”

Vision couldn’t say anything, a large lump stuck in his throat and a burning in the back of his eyes as he looked at the love of his life. 

He swallowed the lump painfully, looking at her once more.

“I just have to know one thing,” he said, voice a little raw. 

It was all he could think about. He had noticed some Wanda looking at you occasionally tonight. Tony had filled in him what happened at the party, and it didn’t sit well with him. 

“Are you in love with her?” He asked quietly. 

Wanda was silent as if to contemplate her answer. She looked at Vision, a resigned expression on her face. 

“It has nothing to do about why we’re ending,” she finally says. It’s enough for Vision, and he nods, shutting his eyes painfully.

Wanda tippytoes up and kisses Vision at the corner of his mouth before coming back down. She drags her hand out of his while he slowly hangs on before her hand slips from his grasp completely. 

Wanda walks away, simultaneously feeling sad but also relieved. She wanted to go back in to find you.

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You, on the other hand, had been around the corner, listening into the conversation of what Vision and Wanda were saying. You had noticed she was missing and had gone out to offer her your jacket knowing she didn’t bring one.

You hadn’t expected that Vision had been already out there. Your hands clenched your bicep a little tighter as your arms were crossed, and you listened to Vision romantically confess that he wanted Wanda back. 

But Wanda, to your astonishment, rejected him. You had expected her to play it out a little longer to wind you up a little more. God knows the burning rage of jealousy you felt today watching her all over him while dancing revealed to Wanda that she could also play you like a fiddle. 

But this was her edge.

And it was beautiful to you. The way she obsessed over you and was unraveling was a work of art. 

Perhaps the game was ending sooner than you thought. 

It was now a matter of who was closing in on who. 

You licked your lips, still tasting the remanents of Wanda from earlier. 

Getting up from leaning against the wall, you decided that you were heading home for tonight.

Otherwise, you’d find yourself the prey caught in Wanda’s trap. 

Not that you would mind, you thought with a smirk. 

But you would be the hunter before you would be the prey.  

PART VIII