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Hi i Hope you’re doing well could you write Something with natasha and fem reader making out sloppily ( with spit kink if You’re okay with that)and with Natasha playing with reader’s pussy

Love To Love You

Dating as an Avenger was a rather difficult task. No one wants to risk getting their partner caught in the crosshairs of their superhero life, especially if they had no powers or training. Dating other superheroes was usually the best course of action, but even then that risked schedules never lining up or weird tension during missions. However, you and Natasha were willing to take the second risk and be open about your feelings for each other. The two of you were a match made in heaven. Equals in just about everything and lucky enough to have a means of communication even at the worst times or longest missions.

However, nothing could have prepared either of you for the hell of being stuck together for a week straight. When you two first got the mission report, you weren’t stupid enough to think it would be all peaches and cream. Work was work and you two had very different work styles. That wasn’t the worst of it, though. What originally should have been two days turned into an entire week. Accidents and mishaps neither of you could quite avoid or fix happened one right after the other. It wasn’t even the fact you two were crammed into a shit hotel room and forced to share space neither of you owned, it was just draining to experience. The icing on the cake was how there was never enough time to just embrace each other. Intimacy between you two had dropped to zero seemingly overnight.

Natasha made sure to fix that the second you two were set to return home. She let you sleep on the jet ride home, but the second you two entered the compound, she was all over you. You had barely made it out the hanger before she had you pinned down against the nearest smooth surface, which just happened to be a kitchen countertop.

“Nat, this is a really bad idea,” You whimpered before being forced into a searing kiss. A shiver ran down your spine when Natasha dug her teeth into your bottom lip. Before you could complain about the sudden aggression, she spit into your mouth. You would’ve preferred her usual gentle touches and soft praise, but you were too aroused to argue. “You could’ve just said you didn’t care,” You chuckled before pulling her in again and letting her tongue explore your mouth. Neither of you had expected a week long mission to be hell on the sex life you shared, but now was a good a time as any to fix it. You grabbed your girlfriend’s hand and guided it between your legs.

Natasha’s hand broke free from your grasp, but was quick to press against the wet patch in the middle of your underwear. “Something tells me you liked my way a lot more,” She said with a proud smirk. Her fingers were quick to slip past your panties and tease your slit. “Oh, I think you liked it a lot.” She laughed at the frustrated groan you let out. Her fingers slipped into you with ease. She had stretched you out many times before, but nothing broke you down better than her own fingers. They knew your insides better than you did. “You missed having mommy’s fingers inside you?”

You nodded frantically and leaned in to kiss her again. Your lips would certainly be bruised in the morning — well later in the day considering how early it was — but you didn’t care. You were desperate to reach that high that no one else but Natasha could get you to. Feeling her fingers pump and out of you with little concern for how loud you would get was like heaven. You were a lyre and Natasha was a reincarnation of Apollo sent down just to play you. Her touch never failed to melt away all your worries. “Please, mommy, I missed being your toy,” You whined against her lips. Your flattery earned you a slow, calculated curl of your lover’s fingers. “Fuck, please, right there!”

“There we go, just relax for me sweet thing,” Natasha whispered in your ear as she leaned you back against the countertop. She lifted your leg up, allowing more room for her hands to work. “You’re so messy for me. Are you gonna make an even bigger mess for mommy?” She kissed you again before you had time to respond. She could feel your walls fluttering against her fingers. Natasha continued to kiss you through your orgasm, though she was bold enough to fuck you in the middle of the compound’s kitchen at 2 in the morning, by no means was she okay with the thought of another person seeing you so vulnerable. You were hers and no one else was worthy enough to see you like that.

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The thought of Natasha with G!p just drives me absolutely insane at the thought of her ruining me… perhaps you could write a little something?

Slippery When Wet

You knew better than to run your mouth. It was a nasty habit of yours. Endless arguing and fighting with the rest of your teammates because you always had to have the last laugh. You'd mouth off to just about anyone who had the audacity to disagree with you. So of course, you had no one else but yourself to blame when it landed you in hot water with your own girlfriend.

"Nat, please, I really can't-"

A sigh escaped the woman's lip. It seemed no matter how simple the rules were, you'd never follow them. Natasha snapped her hips forward and continued her unforgivable pace. "Shh, yes you can. You're gonna have to keep going until you get it right," She said softly. She pushed your thighs to your chest, allowing herself to go impossibly deeper. "I can do this all night, you're only making this harder for yourself."

A groan escaped your lips. You turned your head away when Natasha attempted to you. Everything felt like it was on fire. There wasn't a single thing you could do to counsel yourself. Your hands were bound together above your head and Natasha was immeasurably stronger than you. You were hers. "I said I was sorry!"

"Say it the right way."

You whined and let your head roll back. "I'm sorry, mommy." A sigh of relief escaped your lips when Natasha's hips slowed down. Her thrusts became deep and slow, just the way you liked it. "'m sorry, I won't be bad anymore." Your head tilted to the side allowing room for your lover to snuggle into you.

"See, that wasn't so hard." Natasha's free hand began rubbing small circles on the side of your stomach. "You know I don't like being mean." It was a lie. She liked to hurt you just as much as you liked being hurt. "Now, are you gonna be good and let mommy fill you up?"

You nod meekly and spread your legs. The control she had over you was near magical. No could fuck you up the way she could. Not even yourself. "I want all of mommy's special stuff in me this time." You leaned into Natasha's palm as she cupped your cheek.

"Mommy's gonna give you everything you need, just be good."

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G!p Nat or wanda or both maybe impregnant r and how they react to the pregnancy maybe

Expectantly Expecting

For your entire relationship, Natasha had been nothing but sure of herself. Even when missions seemed to go on forever or went haywire, she always kept a cool head. She never cracked under pressure. Wanda on the other hand, was a lot less sensible. It seemed she forever had “first mission jitters” as Steve would call it. Her fingers twitched with anticipation and her mind ran at a hundred miles a minute at all times. You were happy to play moderately in their land of extremes. Ready to pull Wanda out of her head when her thoughts got dark and remind Natasha she was part of a team. The three of you were the perfect team. However, nothing is truly perfect and every dog has its days. Unfortunately, your days were about to be nine consecutive months.

The first few weeks were fine. Your body hadn’t changed much but your hormones and cravings had been off the wall. You always had strange preferences as far as food went, but they’d gone from unsalted fries from McDonald’s to potato chips accompanied by shredded cheese. To make matters worse, you’d been transferred from the Avengers due to your pregnancy. No one had forced you to go on it so early, but being stuck to paperwork when you once took out guys left and right was a major blow to your pride. No matter how many times Hill and the rest of your new coworkers assured you that you were just as helpful in the office as you were on the field, you felt useless. Wanda and Natasha had refused to leave your side unless they absolutely had to, which made things so much easier for you.

Well, it did until your baby bump finally showed through and Natasha refused to let you work. Though you weren’t stoked about being trapped in the house for five more months, you conceded and finally took off. You never would have agreed if you had known how much chaos it would cause in your relationship.

“You know Nat doesn’t like when you cook now,” Wanda whispered sweetly. Though she seemed just as confused by Natasha’s sudden change in demeanor, she was happy to agree if it meant she had an excuse to keep you from doing anything she deemed too high maintenance, “I told you, I don’t mind cooking or going to buy stuff for you. Just ask me.” Her magic wiggled the knife out of your fingers as she guided you back towards the couch. She sat you down and quickly snuggled into your side. Wanda elected herself to be the one to stay back with on most days. Though Natasha enjoyed being home with the two of you, it was too big a risk to have all three of you out of commission at once.

You sighed, but allowed yourself to be bribed with affection. “She doesn’t like when I do anything these days,” You huffed out and leaned against your partner. Between the constant, yet inconsistent vomiting and sudden burst of emotional instability, you began to feel useless. Natasha had barred you from just about any and every house chore. “You know, she doesn’t even let me fold my own clothes anymore, it’s insane! I’m pregnant, not dying of plague,” You shouted. Your frustration was slightly eased by the rhythmic circles Wanda rubbed on your back. It became routine for you to go on rants about the smallest things. Anything, no matter how much you loved it, was vulnerable to being on your shit list for the next hour. “I mean, if you’re going to trap me in the house for months at least get me the right orange juice!”

“I told you, it was an accident,” Natasha whispered from behind you before placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. “But, it’s good to know I can always bribe you with apple juice if I need to.” Natasha had grown used to your mood swings. Though she kept you in check about apologizing, she was mostly unphased by your antics. She had been well aware of how much you’d hate being at home, but she never budged on her stance. Paperwork clearly wasn’t as stressless as the three of you thought it would be and she didn’t like the thought of other people taking care of you. “You can help me with dinner tonight if you must help around the house.”

You opened your mouth to argue that it would be better if you just cooked for yourself, but the firm squeeze on your thigh from Wanda indicated it was best you just take what you could get. “I would like that,” You mumbled softly. You tilted to lean against Natasha, but kept your hand on Wanda’s leg. Pregnant or not, being between the two women you loved the most never failed to ease your nerves. “Sorry for being mean. I think I need to go out more.” You bit the inside of your lip with the hope that it would keep the incoming mood swing at bay.

Just five more months. Then everything would be normal. Well, a new normal.

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hey bestie,,, uhhh for those NSFW alphabet fun things,,, you know I gotta do it… leigh shaw PLS I am begging and offering french toast 😌🙏🏼

Ignore that I'm finishing this at 8pm

We all know I love Leigh endlessly and god, doing this was so so fun!! I'm excited to do the others!! Also this is a good time so post this because this is the week my Leigh fic comes out hehehe 💖 so without further ado..

NSFW Alphabet: Leigh Shaw

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Oh she's so sweet. Even if Leigh is dead tired, she'll make sure you're feeling okay and that you're both all cleaned up and settled properly. When she's too out of it to do it herself, she'll prod you to do get up, have some water, get all cozy, etc.

Above all, she's so very caring and she wants to make sure you're in your best headspace after sex. If Leigh knows you're alright, she'll feel a thousand times better.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

Leigh loves her legs, mostly because she obviously does a lot of work with them at the studio and in her classes! She doesn't mind showing them off, laying them over your lap, letting you massage her thighs while you watch movies, and she absolutely melts whenever you mark up her legs with dark hickeys.

Her favorite on you are your hands. Before she met you, she was in severe drought for a caring touch. While you were just friends, you still always met her with such love, it almost brought Leigh to tears.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

When you first started dating, Leigh was more squeamish about it. Not in a prudish way, but she always looked away whenever you licked your soaked fingers after pulling them out of her.

Now she thinks it's hot and typically she's the one to pull you up for a kiss after you've finished eating her out.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It's a simple thing, something she doesn't truly need to keep secret, she just hasn't been able to figure out how to ask you for it: Leigh is fairly sure she's got a bit of a degradation kink, based off the times you've gotten more carried away and said things you apologized profusely for later.

She wishes you'd stop apologizing and call her your pretty little slut again because she's never cum harder.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

While she's very much not a virgin, Leigh had never been with a woman before she met you. That meant she often felt really out of place/unexperienced whenever she was with you, but you never looked down on her for it.

Leigh's a smart woman, hates feeling out of the loop tbh, so let's just say she was very intent on not being inexperienced for long. There was a lot of reassurances because as much as you'll never say no to Leigh wanting to take control, you didn't want to pressure her, but nowadays she is very knowledgeable and very good at what she does.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

She loves being on top, even if you're the one calling the shots. Especially if you're using a strap. There's nothing better than that deep, full feeling when she gets to ride you until she's fully spent.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It's very easy for Leigh to fall into her head and that's when she'll get more serious about it, or when she wants you to fuck her for a distraction. Either way, she loves that you always try and bring levity in- if you tickle her sides, she'll giggle; if you blow raspberries on her tummy, she'll poke at you for being silly.

Some days it can be hard for her to truly let go, but she appreciates it so much when she can. Leigh loves to laugh and have fun during sex, it's more satisfying for her that way!

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

The girl is so Type A I feel like she's always well groomed. Not that she waxes necessarily, I don't see her doing that all the time, maybe more for vacations or beach days. On the daily, I'd say she's trimmed and neat about it!

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

She likes intimacy, but she doesn't need it to be romantic to enjoy sex. The first few times you fucked certainly were nooot intimate at all; they were quick and had no strings attached... but then she started having feelings for you.

As soon as she did, Leigh needed that intimacy, needed you to know how much she felt... her demeanor changed, her kisses lingered, she wanted sex to last longer.

If she's in a relationship, she expects some sort of intimacy even if it's just a quick wellness check in before you fuck her into the mattress.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) 

Leigh splurged and bought herself a lovense lush toy, fully thinking it was gonna be super overhyped, but when she got it, she found out it really was just as good as it seemed. For a while she just loved the discreet nature of it, how she could put it in while she was on FaceTime with you and if she was sneaky enough, she could get herself off even while you were busy working.

Eventually she let you connect to her toy control's though and you made up for all of those times you missed out on her orgasms.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

We already talked about the semi-hidden degradation kink, but on the whole, Leigh is unapologetic in asking for what she wants. This kind of goes in hand with the degradation, but she absolutely loves dirty talk.

Talking in general is a big yes from her because it helps her stay present, but talk her through her orgasm well enough- "fuck, you're taking my fingers so well, already clenching around me and everything... I want to watch you cum for me" and you'll find her eyes rolling back to her head, nails scraping down your back, etc.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Her favorite of all is bed; sometimes she thinks that makes her boring, but she doesn't care. She likes being comfortable and she can go longest by herself or with a partner sprawled out in bed.

Also it's perfect for falling asleep right after you're done and she doesn't have to worry about anything past changing her sheets after particularly messy nights.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Leigh adores feeling wanted. Nothing turns her on more than watching your face light up when she wears a nice set of lingerie for your enjoyment or honestly, something as simple as telling her what a good job she's done planning a new event as work.

During sex, whispering about how good she feels, how pretty she looks, etc. can make her cum on the spot

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Any hard kinks, specifically anything that involves pain. The last thing she wants to do is hurt you or mark you permanently nor would she want you to do it to her either.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

She ends up receiving most often, but doesn't have any problems giving. It's partially due to Leigh's inexperience (as we mentioned before) with going down on a woman prior to meeting you; you never want to push or overwhelm her and typically fall into making your way down her body and staying until her brain is too fuzzy to function.

That being said, Leigh isn't bad at oral by any means! She's great, you taught her well.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

100% a fan of slow and sensual if she's in charge. She wants to see you, needs to know you're real and present and not going anywhere. She loves holding onto you, scratching her nails down your back, burying her face in your shoulder, really surrounding herself in all of you.

She's not opposed to rough though, loves it too, but she doesn't ask for it that often. Usually you're the one who'll manhandle her or set the tone for some fast sex that she'll fall into it. Which works because some nights the poor girl just doesn't want to think and she needs you to force it all away.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

For Leigh, they're a means to an end. She prefers proper sex, but she won't say no to a romp in the car or even in the park if you promise to be quick about it.

Occasionally she'll say no because the location embarrasses her (i.e. a store fitting room or the locker rooms at the gym), but if you get your hands on her fast enough, it's not too hard to weaken her willpower.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

It's rare she initiates an experimental thing, mainly because she wouldn't know the first place to go looking for things to try. But if you bring something up to her and it's clear you really want to give it a go, usually you can persuade her into doing anything at least once.

Even if she complains about it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

Ohhh when you first met her, you thought she'd tap out after just one, but you were pleasantly surprised Leigh can go all night if you pace her out enough.

She wants to hate when you do... the edging, the overly-sensitive orgasms, how sleepy she gets only to be met with your smug little grin inches away from her face... but she can't; you make her feel too good.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

I'd say Leigh owns a few vibrators, definitely at least one dildo. She uses them on herself mostly, but there have been times where she uses them on you. She doesn't admit it often, but she loves to watch you squirm and shake, especially when she can take credit for it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She'll tease if she's feeling up to it, like if it's a special day or if she wants your attention. She can be very persuasive when she feels neglected!

In general, Leigh's a cute tease above anything, examples are: bending over in shorts she knows you can see her ass in, going in for a sweet kiss only to blindside you with her tongue in your mouth, sliding past you in tight spaces to wiggle against you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Leigh tends to be fairly quiet; not because she's necessarily ashamed, but she worries that if she's too loud you'll tell her to hush.

Further into your relationship, you start noticing how she bites her lip or finger to hold herself back and you're quick to stop her, forcing her jaw open or pulling her hand away from her face. Now she knows you like to hear her... but she still makes you work for it.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Early in your relationship, Leigh was still learning your schedule, assumed you were at bored at work, and sent you a... quite suggestive picture of herself in her post-class outfit half out of it really.

Turns out you were at home and, living pretty close to the studio, you rushed down there and fucked her in the same room you found her in. Thankfully she was between classes, but every time Leigh looks at the mirror panel in the far corner and remembers how you'd stretched out her shirt and nearly ripped her leggings with how frantically you needed to get your hands on her, she shivers.

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

For lack of a better word, Leigh is just... beautiful. The first time you were allowed to go down on her, you stared until she closed her legs out of nerves, but as soon as you could coax her to part them again, you dove straight in.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It ebbs and flows really. Some weeks she'll be on you every time you turn a corner, pulling you to some secluded area for a quick fuck, or anything she can get out of you in the limited time she bought.

Other times, when Leigh isn't having a great brain time, she's just more shy and reserved. If she asks for something, it most likely comes in the form of her arms around your waist and gentle kisses until you catch on to what she's after.

Z = ZZZ ( how quickly they fall asleep after sex)

If she's not too in her head, Leigh will snuggle up and sleep so easily, it startles you. Truly she can be mid-sentence and then you'll hear silence and after, light snoring.

Sometimes, she'll beg you to fuck her to sleep which of course, you oblige happily.

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𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 ☾ 𝔴. 𝔪𝔞𝔵𝔦𝔪𝔬𝔣𝔣

pairing ❦ dark!SW!Wanda x female stockholm!reader

summary ❦ it took your time in Westview to realize you didn't know how to live without Wanda Maximoff; luckily she welcomed you home with open arms

warnings ❦ smut, 18+ only content; fingering, possessive marking, innocence kink, manipulation, mind reading, magical restraints (arms only), humiliation, shameless overstimming, calling Wanda mommy, reader clearly has stockholm and Wanda does not care, probably missing something tbh

words ❦ 2.9k

a/n ❦ here's the first kinktober fic! the request was for dom!Wanda; I made it SW Wanda with a mommy kink to fit the week one theme so.. here we are

kinktober masterlist.

My little lamb, she’d called you, holding you tight while you wept. It felt like days you stood there, but somehow she’d gotten you inside, ever patient as you clung to her side, following her around in case you blinked and she disappeared.

“We shouldn’t-”

You were going to. When Wanda wanted something, she got it, especially from you. Way before she started asking, you were completing favors; Natasha used to tease you for being at the new girl’s beck and call, but you didn’t see the harm in it. She’d been through so much, seemed to constantly be mourning some personal tragedy, and you wanted to help. On some level, you always loved her.

Wanda only hummed, lowering herself down closer to where she’d trapped you atop the mattress she’d recently convinced you to share with her. It was easy enough; she knew you hated sleeping without her, since she’d gone, you’d been alone. That was her fault, she never should’ve left you in Westview. Poor thing, always so lost without her. “Shouldn’t doesn’t mean you don’t want to.”

She was directly in your ear, honey sweet voice luring you deeper into her carefully crafted web. Wanda loves you, she wouldn’t hurt you. She’s just.. not herself right now. It repeated like a mantra in your head, willing yourself to remember even as this new side of Wanda begged you to try and run.

“Well I..” You couldn’t say it; just the thought of the falsehood was bitter on your tongue. Wanda’s touch was soft, but insistent, gentle fingers smoothing down your thighs only to rake sharp nails back up, never breaking skin, only a reminder that she could. There was never a time where you’d forgotten how powerful she was, not a day you’d underestimated her, but where before it’d been out of the question, now Wanda would exact that power how she saw fit. 

As you hesitated, Wanda continued on unbothered, dim red wisps covering the lace underwear until they were gone completely. She’d given them to you to wear earlier and like the obedient thing you were, you complied. The moment her fingertips brushed over your mound, you shuddered, legs falling apart for her instinctively just like they had since the very first time.

“Tell me you don’t want it, that you didn’t seek me out hoping you’d find me and we could live happily ever after like you always wanted…” It was a few days ago you’d shown up on her doorstep; she’d sensed you at the edge of her barrier, wandering around lost amongst her apple trees. She’d let her house appear after confirming you’d come by yourself and for a while, it was normal.

Wanda looked herself, with the same kind eyes and warm reassurances you’d fallen in love with years ago, before Westview, before Thanos. Even now in this new outfit, crowding you in so closely you could feel her hot breath on your neck, something about it all rang of familiarity.. to trust her just as you always had. Wanda shifted her stance, letting her knees take her weight before positioning your thighs on hers, hands free to press a darkened finger over your lips the second you opened your mouth to speak. “Don’t lie to me, I’ll look in that pretty little head of yours.” 

“I- I don’t…” Having feelings for another person as a civilian was hard; having them as an Avenger was a heavy risk. Especially when the one you were crushing on was your teammate. She always seemed just out of reach, no matter how much you felt for her, something was always in the way. Another threat, another death, always some outside force keeping the truth from coming to light. You knew you wanted her, forever hoping Wanda not only wanted you right back, but would make any kind of first move you’d been too scared to. 

In Westview both of you were at peace, basking in the domestic life you weren’t ever afforded the luxury of having. It sounded terrible, but some days you wished Wanda wouldn’t have let the Hex go; you were together, carefree, and willing to neglect the horror of Wanda’s nightmares, the glitches in your cozy town… all of it, if you could only keep her smiling and happy. 

But nothing lasts forever, not even for the most powerful witch in the universe. It was devastating enough your paradise was shattered, but after years of teamwork, friendship, and whispered confessions, Wanda abandoned you without a word. You'd been inconsolable until weeks later when you spotted her amongst far off trees and despite all previous warnings, you ran to her.

My little lamb, she’d called you, holding you tight while you wept. It felt like days you stood there, but somehow she’d gotten you inside, ever patient as you clung to her side, following her around in case you blinked and she disappeared. At first Wanda was afraid you’d come to keep tabs on her, but it didn’t take long to realize you were here because you needed to. Maybe you’d become too dependent on her; she didn’t care. It was the opposite of a problem for her- and it wasn’t the first time the idea crossed her mind.

You and Wanda shared so many secrets, she knew you inside and out without needing to read your mind anymore— it didn’t stop her from wanting to. “I’ve always loved how innocent you were, sweet pea…” A single digit pressed into your waiting entrance, slow and steady, Wanda watching all the while as you eagerly took her in. 

“Don’t say that,” Wanda was well aware how much you hated being reminded of how little you’d done. Each time she did, you wished harder that she’d just show you herself. Years ago you’d told her of your inexperience, how your tumultuous upbringing meant relationships had been shoved aside; the day you admitted you’d only have a few fumbling drunk encounters, nothing satisfying or memorable, Wanda knew she should be your first. 

Fear of rejection or you pulling away kept her from trying, but now she could have you however she needed. After all she’d put you though, you still willingly came to her and that was all the confirmation she needed. It felt right and with nothing stopping her, why not indulge her perfect girl?

You’d trusted Wanda under the guise she’d never manipulate it against you like she was doing now, bending your words and testing your willpower until it would be insane not to agree with her. You should be outraged; you weren’t. You were impossibly wet from so little touch, soft and smooth and already raising your hips for more. “Wanda…”

“How am I supposed to believe you don’t know anything when you’re soaking my fingers as soon as I put my hands on you?” A chorus of whines was all Wanda got in response, your mouth not letting you betray the times you’d used your rare moments of privacy to stuff yourself full of your own fingers, painstakingly trying to reach a high you yearned for from Wanda instead. “Aw, you thought of me?”

Scared eyes snapped straight to the redhead’s, tears pricking at your eyes from both embarrassment and the struggle not to cum so quickly; with such precise curling hitting a spot you’d never known existed, each second felt more like a losing battle. Before you could tell whenever she was in your head, now you didn’t feel a thing, but there was no way you could focus hard enough to shield your train of thought. “I didn’t lie, you said you wouldn’t…”

“Oh I never said that,” She surprised you with deeper thrusts, catching you off guard and hurtling you over that first edge. Wanda fucked you through it, oh so satisfied with herself as your back arched and your fingers fisted the sheets she put on the bed just for you. As you forced your heavy lids to open, you caught Wanda bending over once more and the closer her lips got, the harder it was not to surge forward and kiss her. “Your head is such a fun place to be, practically welcomed me in with how often I’m on your mind. Just begging me to stop asking you questions and fuck you, to please, please kiss you this time when I make you cum…”

Wanda pushed another finger beside the other, stretching you open exactly how you’d dreamt she would for so long. She twisted them and you jumped, thighs twitching at every new angle. Similar to Westview, you should be terrified; you’d been bent to her will, seen her nightmares just like every other resident, but you weren’t then and now, with free will all you yearned for was more of this attention, for another orgasm— more of her. “You really want me to control you? Haven’t you heard how dangerous I am now?”

Of course you’d heard, it’d been drilled into you day and night after she’d gone, but nothing stuck. Everyone warned you away, begged you not to go after Wanda, to mourn your friend, appreciate your freedom and move on, but you couldn’t without her. No one else managed to find her, but she’d let you and nothing would ever come between the two of you again. “Aren’t you supposed to be afraid of mean witches like me? I could snap you in half before you blink.”

 “Wanda!” Her thumb brushed your clit, sending shocks of tingling pleasure through your system so suddenly you didn’t realize your hands were holding her wrist in place until your own slick dripped onto your skin. She let you fuck into your joined hands, giving in only slightly to press your lips together, rubbing over your swollen bud and forcing your jaw to go slack. 

Her tongue ran over your plump bottom lip as you worked to get yourself off, biting down until you both tasted sharp copper. “Ow! Please, I-!” 

Wanda licked the wound as you cried out, delighting in your protests because even though you whimpered, your walls clenched desperately around fingers, sucking her in ever deeper. No, you weren’t scared of the Scarlet Witch in the slightest; you didn’t know why, but she made you more turned on than ever. “I already know what you want. I just need to hear you say it.”

The edge to her was clear as day even in your hazy mind, instability swirling behind intense green eyes. She’d have you even if you denied it; Wanda was long done answering to anyone else. You’d only have a tougher time of it if you didn’t come clean, but she’d enjoy herself either way. “You want to keep me happy, see me smile again like before? Tell me the truth.” 

Your secrets were no longer yours, she’d read every single thought that passed you by if she had to— your stubbornness hurt yourself more than anything. “I want you. Mommy, please-” 

As soon as the words left your lips you were mortified, hands falling from her arm as you tried backing away; Wanda was quicker. She overtook you in an instant, invisible force pinning your arms above your head, prone and exposed to her downright predatory grin. 

“Mommy? Now where did an innocent thing like you learn that?” Wanda’s free hand stroked your face, hot with embarrassment as you made eye contact with anything that wasn’t the woman above you. The slap echoed louder than your surprised yelp, near painful grip forcing your head to face her and digging into your now stinging red cheek. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

That lingering danger was surface level now, posture stiff, nails scratching at your clammy skin as she stared straight through you. This Wanda you were more scared of. A mumbled apology brought her smile back, Wanda leaving your poor jaw alone to brush the stray hairs from your face while she started fingering you again, third finger added without warning. Her pace was a punishment, brutal and unforgiving, but between your arms rendered useless and your legs spread around her hips… all you could do was take it and you loved every second of it. 

“There you go, isn’t this better?” Wanda was happier the longer she watched you submit, fight and hesitation leaving your body with every push, every warm kiss upon your skin. “Don’t make me be hard on such an innocent thing like you, it isn’t fair.” When she left Westview, she missed you immediately, her main regret not taking the one person she loved who would survive outside her Hex. You needed her guidance as much as she needed your understanding; Wanda hoped every day you’d come back to her and now that you had, she’d kill anything that threatened to take you away.

Sharp teeth scraped along your collarbone, just enough to leave reminders she’d been here, that she’d finally had you. When she bit at the hollow of your throat, insistent and possessive, you knew it’d be a mark you didn’t have a hope to hide. You couldn’t take it, not when you felt every push and pull of her fingers, every curl of her lips on your chest. When you mewled pitifully, Wanda kissed a trail up your sternum, meeting your needy pout with a mocking pity. “What is it, baby? You want mommy to make you cum again?”

Your nod came without a second thought, uninhibited now in your quest for just one more blissful moment. “Yes yes, please.. I need it..” The second orgasm came as a welcome relief, shameless now in riding each wave out on your new lover’s fingers. Words were leaving Wanda’s mouth, but you could only feel the faintest hum of them behind your ear, your own gasps muffling her murmured sentences.

It was only when she found your red lips once more, sighing and moving to readjust your legs, that you realized Wanda wasn’t letting up. You were achingly sensitive after two times, thighs twitching and trying to close, to escape the too good feeling swarming your brain— but Wanda was stronger. “Wanda, I can’t-”

“Shhh, you will. What happened to mommy?” Wanda would keep you so content if you let her. She didn’t have to wait for your permission, could’ve put you under her spell the moment she saw you wandering, but she needed to know you wanted to stay. You needed her to take you and shelter you away from the rest of the world. “I’ll give you anything you want, little lamb. Just promise me one thing.”

It was oh so much sweeter to watch you shake and quiver with the knowledge you longed to be her with her, taking all you could handle and more. Your pathetic whimper nearly broke her heart, seeing you strain against your bonds all just to try and be closer to her. Wanda heard you yelling you’d agree to anything, thoughts loudest they’d been all night; she couldn’t wait to get used to this. “You’ll stay right here and be my good little girl forever. You won’t have to worry about a single thing ever again, doesn’t that sound nice?”

It shouldn’t have excited you, not while her fingers were fucking you too hard, too deep, or how selfishly she hiked your hips higher on her lap just to watch your abused cunt drip and spasm under her unwavering stare. But it did. You didn’t want to hide it either, not from her. Not anymore. “I promise, I’ll stay…”

“That’s my good girl.” You thought Wanda would stop, pull away and let you free, but she’d been serious about seeing you cum just one more time. You writhed as much as your tied position would allow, twisting and crying out for Wanda with your hoarse, overdrawn voice. She curled her fingers once more in time with devious pressure on your clit and you broke, a scream you realized too late was your own filled the bedroom, and if the tingling numbness in your limbs were any indication, you were well and truly spent. 

Only after your eyes refocused and caught Wanda licking her fingers clean did you notice the wetness still between your legs, sliding down the curve of your ass and definitely soaking the sheets. You wanted to be ashamed, but you couldn’t find it within yourself when the redhead was looking your way with such adoration. If this is what it took to be hers, you’d give it a thousand times over.

Wanda released you finally, guiding your arms down to your sides with gentle care. She backed away to let your legs rest as well, massaging your legs as they now lay limp on either side of her. You were still so sore and red, terribly messy but clearly you didn’t have a shred of energy to clean yourself off. Wanda bent at the waist again, nuzzled her face into your lower belly so lovingly. Exhaustion hit you like a freight train, your tired body like lead where you lay; there was no doubt you could fall asleep here, safe and spent under Wanda’s careful protection— but her lips grazing your folds set your frayed nerves alight all over again. “‘m tired…”

“I know, you did so well,” She was being selfish, she knew, but she’d earned the right to be so, especially when one more peek into your sleepy brain revealed more naughty thoughts swirling anew. “Poor little one, let mommy make it all better.”

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So now it’s cool and chill to talk about Taylor Sloane’s piss kink now huh… linking my fic and everything

(This is a joke btw pls do not think I’m genuinely still upset I don’t care)

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"you like it when i fuck you like this? yeah you do." + bratty bottom taylor sloane DEAR GOD 💳💥💳💥💳💥💥

so I got a bit carried away… merry chrysler

warnings: 18+ only; smut; rough sex; strap-on use (r giving); degradation kinda; dirty talk; oral sex (r giving); reader calls Taylor a slut, but Taylor’s being a brat so?

words: 1.3K

•   °    +   °   • sexy dialogue drabble prompts!

Taylor had been insufferable the entire day. From mouthing off to the Uber driver for taking the wrong turn to forcing you to handle an impromptu mini photoshoot because supposedly the lighting on the lake was too good to pass up, you’d had enough of her.

When she pushed past you to storm through the house, rambling on about some LA influencer drama, your patience was dangerously non-existent. Mid-sentence you managed to rip her phone from her hand, taking it with you to stow away. “No way! This is not one of those times!”

You and Taylor had a system: whenever she got out of hand or too caught up in superficial nonsense, her phone went into the lockbox for a few hours. You loved Taylor, really you did, but over time it was clear that there were days she needed to disconnect and recenter to the real Taylor. The one who understood that Laura across town was not the worst person in the world for forgetting to tag everyone at a forty person event.

“This is one hundred percent one of those times, don’t argue with me!” Fortunately, you were quicker than Taylor and the phone was locked away before she could reach you, but not before you could swerve away from the smack she delivered to your head. “Ow!”

Taylor huffed, shoving you out of the way to try and open the box. She had yet to uncover the passcode, but it was always fun watching her try. That was, when you weren’t fed up with her obstinate behavior. “It’s the least you deserve for misusing the box! You’ve been so stubborn all day, I don’t know why you even wanted to spend the day with me.” The blonde was far from guessing the code, her frustration rising after each failed attempt. “Should’ve just stayed home and been grumpy.”

“You know what-” The sight of Taylor knelt in front of the box gave you ideas. Her loose skirt providing a tantalizing outline of the form that lay beneath, the thin material giving you just a peek of her white lace panties if you focused hard enough. Maybe she needed a lesson past just a phone break. “You want me to stop being grumpy?”

It was easy enough to kneel behind her, grabbing her hips and pulling them into yours was when she truly caught on. You ground her against your pelvis, chuckling at her quiet gasp as her ass met the strap on you’d been hiding all day. It was large, bigger than usual, but Taylor had a thing for feeling utterly full and who were you to disappoint. “Don’t you dare-”

“I’ll dare all I want.” You forced her legs apart by keeping them on either side of yours, pushing her skirt past her hip, over her backside until her bottom half was bare to you, save that delicate lace. Taking it off was like unwrapping a present, especially when you caught sight of the promising damp spot where the undergarment covered her sex. “You made me grumpy. I was fine until I had to be seen with a brat like you.”

“I am not- ah!” You bit at her hip, nibbling the sensitive spot you knew lay where her thigh met her side. Her fruitless wiggling to escape did something to you, nails digging into her flesh to keep her still. Keeping her in control wasn’t easy— you liked it that way. “God, you’re such a bitch.”

You licked a long slow swipe through her cunt, Taylor’s arms barely holding steady. “And you’re a bratty slut. What a pair we make..” Devouring her without abandon, you licked every inch of her you could reach from behind, flattening your tongue for Taylor to rut against. Any other time and you’d let her do as she pleased, fuck herself on your face until she was sated.

But not today. Pulling away was hard, not only because giving up the wet heat of your girlfriend on your mouth was a test of your willpower, but Taylor followed your retreating head, whining almost pitifully. “And being cruel is supposed to make me more agreeable?” She twisted just to glare at you, but her expression faltered seeing the impressive dildo on your hips. Ever the stubborn one, Taylor recovered quickly and it was your turn to calm yourself down as she wiggled her ass in your direction, pink swollen sex on display with her spread legs, “Maybe if you fuck me I’ll learn my lesson?”

She was baiting you, you shouldn’t let yourself fall in; Taylor simply looked too good not to take right here on the floor. “I’ll give you a lesson to remember.” The fake cock slid into your girlfriend with some resistance, the width a bit of an adjustment to take, but you made her take it, “Can’t be too much for you, we just started, baby.”

“God, fuck-” The stretch paired with the brutal pace set every nerve of her body alight, trying desperately to keep up before giving in. You could tell when she relinquished control, hips backing into your front, silently begging to be fucked deeper. It was stunning how beautiful she could look even with her mouth open, dress rucked sloppily and definitely wrinkled, but she was yours and trying as she was sometimes, Taylor Sloane looked perfect on her knees.

"You like it when I fuck you like this? Yeah you do." The only response you received was a whine, her palms and knees digging into the low carpet until you were sure she’d have rug burn you’d have to tend to for her later. “Answer me, naughty girl. You love getting treated like the brat you are… All that attention you act like you want from everyone else? You just want it from me, don’t you?

Taylor nodded, her hair falling around her in a blonde curtain that hid her flushed face from view. “Y-Yes, please, harder-!” You did your worst, fucking her deeper each time you drove forward. She was close, the wet sounds from below and balled fists giving her away. For all her protests, Taylor could never resist the allure of the rough pleasure only you could give her, the only person she’d let give it to her. “I’m gonna.. I n-need…”

Expert fingers reached around Taylor, tracing her taut stomach, the soft line at the junction of her hips down to the apex of her slick thighs, “You need more from me, Tay? So needy.” Taunting words only spurred her on more, your fingertips reaching her sensitive clit just as a fresh gush of wetness soaked both the toy and your hand. “Be good and cum for me, let’s see if you learned something.”

Your new position let you push her ever closer, borderline painful pace in time with the tight circles on her swollen nub sent Taylor’s head spinning and she came before she could fully register what her body was doing. Cries of your name inflated your pride, knowing yours was the only name she cared about when you got her like this. “Such a good girl, are you going to cooperate and settle now?”

Taylor made a small noise of weak agreement as you fucked her through her high, bending further to let her head rest on her flattened palms. Hazy as she was, she couldn’t help but smile when you groaned at the sight of her bent over on her knees for you; Taylor had you wrapped around her finger. “Please..” she muttered, voice cracking with a squeak as you began slow patterns over her clit once more; it was cruel how well you knew her.

“Please what?” Your eyes were glued to how your girlfriend was fucking herself on the thick dildo, easing in and out easily now with her copious slick coating both her and the toy; you could watch her forever. “Want me to stop, sweet thing?”

She protested as loud as she could manage, shaking her head wildly. “Please, m-more… do it again…”

Her voice sounded shy, but you knew that fake innocent act like the back of your hand. “I think you could use a lesson in being truthful right about now.”

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sorority!wanda

inspired by this fic by @maximotts 🥰

Moodboard Masterlist

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Yes!! Please do and now that you mentioned this

Is it possible to have Dark!Daddy!Dom ! Reader with innocent!Shy!Sub! Nat can't stop thinking about it

Submission | Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Gif not mine, credit to creator

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Gender Neutral Reader (AFAB)

Word Count: 3,553

Warnings: Dark!Daddy!Dom!Reader, Innocent!Shy!Sub!Natasha, Squirting Strap-Ons, Blow Jobs, Praise, Spankings, Breeding, Choking, Belly Bulges, Forced Anal Sex, Puppy Nat being an innocent little thing who can do no wrong <3 | Minors DNI

Summary: After a tough mission, you are there to bring Natasha back to reality.

No words were required to be spoken for you to understand what she desired. Then again, although she may not feel the same, in due time she would. It was all about the small glances thrown your way. At first they were hard, confident ones. Never did she allow herself to be seen as anything other than the tough assassin she was molded to, and yet as time went on, when you didn’t present the fear she sought out, her walls fell down. 

Natasha, unbeknownst to her, became your pet from then on.

After a rather difficult mission, you found her waltzing around the compound fresh off the Quinjet. Steve was hot on her heels, preying on the one who was meant to be yours. You weren’t an idiot, of course you noticed the longing looks he gave your toy. Perhaps he’d need to be removed from the equation so Natasha, who carried on discomfort as he attempted to make light conversation, could have some peace.

“How was your mission?” 

Natasha was crestfallen at the question. It hadn’t gone the way she hoped, and yet she was still victorious at the very end. Her side was sore after having fallen through a first-floor window, luckily no scratches landing on her body. She was tired of having such tedious work days without an end in sight. But with you by her side, it was made better. 

You almost towered over Natasha while dragging the zipper of her suit down. Her hair was adorably short, and yet you still ordered her to tie it up into a small bun for your playtime. She stepped out of her outfit, allowing you to undress every inch of her, taking off any gadgets, her boots, and even underwear. The tight fitted suit she wore was truly a favorite of yours, but you preferred when she had nothing on. 

“Will you use your words, princess?” you urged. 

After giving you a hint of hesitation and shrugging everything off her body, looking down with reddened cheeks, Natasha gave in. “It went well, but not as I hoped. Steve was nowhere to be seen for a moment. I fell through a window and,” she eyed the bruise on her side. “I’m sorry.”

You’d have a much-needed talk with Steve after being done with Natasha. Perhaps ending with dumping his body along the Hudson River for daring to mistreat your plaything. You had wished to go on the mission with her, but of course the dipshit that was Cap kept you away. He had kept his eyes trained on Nat since the first day they met, but you knew the only one she wanted was you, far too oblivious to notice her teammate’s ogling. 

“It’s alright, puppy. It wasn’t your fault,” you commented while ghosting your fingers over her wound. “Do you want me to help you forget this? To make it better?”

Natasha’s desperate nod was all you needed to proceed. 

Once you were fully naked and sitting at the edge of the bed, you coaxed Natasha into laying across your lap. She was hesitant at first, scared that perhaps you’d go too far, but you promised she’d be taken care of. It was enough for her to relax. She could always count on your soothing voice to take away all her fears. 

“I don’t want it to hurt,” she said with her ass up in the air for you to take. 

“It won’t, sweetheart. Daddy’s here to make it all better, to help you forget,” you reassured while drawing imaginary circles over her back. “You’re safe with me.”

After getting her all relaxed on your lap, you were ready to begin. The first hit wasn’t rough at all, instead filled with a tenderness that exuded peace within her. Her stress from the mission weakened, Natasha ignoring the throbbing pain on her side. Once in your arms, she knew she was home. 

You loved the adorable little noises Natasha let out each time you spanked her. She gripped your leg, her back arching as a response to your hits. Poor thing gave you a glance time and time again, her mouth agape as tiny ‘more’ muttered came out. You could break her in half, tear her apart limb from limb, and yet her undying loyalty towards you wouldn’t falter. 

Seeing her pink cheeks just sitting there begging to be attacked made you drip. You had to rub your legs together to dissuade the heat between them from growing. She’d be a good girl regardless of how far you took her. 

You didn’t give Natasha a warning when you increased your roughness. Instead, you suddenly swatted one of her cheeks harshly, the redhead frowning and letting out a loud scream. She was so beautiful, an innocent doll for you to play with as you pleased. The Widow had been fully inexperienced when you first got together. You had to be the one to teach her about the ache she felt between her legs and making it better. Even months after that moment, she still kept her purity. 

“That hurt,” Natasha whispered as she looked at you, her green eyes glistening with tears. “Does it have to keep hurting?”

“Yes, baby. Just be a good girl and take it. It’ll make daddy so happy,” you explained before hitting her again. “You want to make me happy, right?”

“Yes,” she grumbled before hiding her blushing face. 

You tilted your head and watched as she jumped after each smack. They only grew more and more until Natasha was a wailing mess. She couldn’t even muster out a coherent string of words to let you know she was in pain. 

“What’s my name, Natalia? Tell me,” you mumbled with a softness only reserved for her. A hand soothed over her backside, traveling up the swell of her cheeks that were red and sore from your hits. When deep within the submissive headspace of hers, she never responded to her chosen name. “Use your words, darling. I’m waiting.”

“Daddy,” she finally replied. The recovery from your torture wouldn’t be a quick one, and yet she basked on how painful it was as she adored every second of it. “You’re my daddy. You protect me and make me happy. No one else can have me. I’m daddy’s pretty girl, your puppy.”

At the words, you hummed with approval. “Good job, princess. And what does my puppy want today?”

“The special toy, please. The one with the treat,” Natasha sobbed without a hint of hesitation. “I don’t want to think about today, daddy. I need you inside me, please. Your fingers, your toy, or even your mouth. Just make it all better. I promise I’ll be a really good girl for you.” 

That was enough to get you to ease her off your lap before walking towards the closet of your shared dormitory at the compound. You ordered Natasha to kneel before the bed. She was waiting obediently in place, looking around the room curiously as though there was not a thought behind those beautiful viridescent eyes. You had clearly seen the wetness building up on her core. If she kept on going well, you’d promise to make her puppy parts feel less sticky. 

You took your sweet time attaching the black straps around your waist tight enough so that the toy you set against the base wouldn’t fall off. It was a rather girthy red dildo which you used, long enough to reach Natasha’s depths with ease. Through the base you filled it up with what would be your pet’s reward, making sure it was full before attaching it to the straps. 

When you finally sat down before Natasha, her eyes widened with arousal, hips moving a bit as she humped the air with need. The adorable way in which she licked her lips hungrily made your heart soar, the woman ignoring the pain on her backside and focusing on you. 

“Open up, sweetness. Time to let daddy use this pretty mouth of yours,” you said while coaxing Natasha. She was quick to do as you said, her plump, wet lips parting as she leaned forward. “Good girl, Natalia. There you go.”

While looking down at her, the redhead kissing the tip of your silicone cock before wrapping her lips against the head, your mind went to the depths of darkness. You wondered for a moment how perfect she’d look if you wrapped your hand against her throat, making sure to squeeze and squeeze until she couldn’t dare take a grasp of air. As much as you loved your puppy, you’d love to see her all maimed and bleeding for you while sprawled over the bed, begging you to stop as you merely keep going as a means to amuse yourself. 

Natasha grabbed your dick happily, her tongue stuck out as she gave it cute kitty licks. She was sloppy when so deep in subspace, her eyes almost hazy as she left copious amounts of saliva behind. While she began slowly taking it all in order to let her mouth and throat get adjusted to the feeling of being full, Nat reached a point of no return. 

Mesmerizing pink lips inched down your strap. Little by little, your baby took more of it. She stuffed her mouth with your cock, humming happily at the way you patted her head with pride. Such a beautiful cock whore, you thought while licking your lips. You could get her to do anything and she wouldn’t hesitate or question you. 

When the redhead bobbed her head up and down, you nearly lost it. Gurgling noises boomed across the walls of the room. She didn’t even stop when she choked on your cock, instead taking a breather before getting back to it. Natasha viciously deep-throated it all, making sure never to break eye-contact with you as she did as she was told. 

“Hmm so pretty for daddy. You’re just a little slut for my cock, aren’t you?” At that, Natasha mindlessly nodded. “My perfect puppy. See, daddy makes it all better. Natalia is only safe when around her owner. Always remind yourself of that or I will.”

Once you were pleased, you pushed Natasha off your dick. She let it go with a ‘plop’ grinning at you while awaiting further instructions. When by your side nothing else mattered. It was just you and puppy against the world – the Avengers, S.H.I.E.L.D., or the rest of humanity didn’t come to mind for her while eyeing you happily. 

“Did I do a good job, daddy?” Natasha asked with a hopeful look plastered over her features. 

“Yes, baby,” you grabbed her chin and forced her to look up. “You were perfect. Now come here. Time to bounce on daddy’s cock like a pretty bunny.”

You shifted to sit on the bed with your back against the headboard. The strap-on was now fully wet and needy to be wrapped around Natasha, who crawled towards you with a hint of shyness. She rubbed her side a bit, but once you set your hand atop her own, she understood to give you her full focus and ignore everything else.

“Can I sit on it, please?” Natasha questioned as she hovered over your bulbous cock that dripped with her saliva. She grabbed the toy, jerking it off slightly in her hand as her eyes grew wide with amazement. “Please, daddy? I promise I’ll be good. I feel really, really empty. I need you to make it less icky down there.”

“Of course, baby. Come on, let me help you.” You surprised yourself with the tenderness you gave her, grabbing Nat’s hips to guide her. In turn, she held onto your forearms for dear life, looking down between her legs to watch in awe as the tip of your silicone dick rubbed against her pink, swollen pussy. “Someone’s really sticky. It’s adorable, don’t you think? For you to be such a desperate little thing just for daddy.”

“Just for you,” Natasha echoed before letting out a strangled moan. The head of your cock slid up and down her cunt, parting her folds before moving towards her clit. You spent your sweet time teasing it, swirling the dildo around the bud for the sake of further making her drip. “No teasing, daddy. Please. It hurts so bad, I can’t take it anymore.”

“Alright, Natalia. Relax for daddy.”

You brought the woman down onto your wet cock. It was thick and long, stretching out her velvety walls and making her scream in the process. She was adorably shy about it all, not doing much except sitting frozen in place as you guided her. A pretty pup is what she was, so ready to be taken by her owner. 

For a moment the two of you simply sat still. Natasha squirmed but refused to move even an inch. She was so deep within her submissive headspace that all she could think of was you, her mind otherwise entirely blank. Your foreheads were pressed together, Nat dropping sweet kisses on your lips that you were sure to return. You couldn’t wait for the time to entirely destroy such a willing pet. 

When you began moving your hips, Natasha followed along with your ministrations. She kept staring at the area between her legs where your length disappeared inside. Her amusement for the whole ordeal was truly astounding. Your puppy couldn’t stop being so excited as she pointed to her sex, giggling as you thrust yourself deep inside. 

“You’re so big,” Natasha let out a throaty moan as she spoke. She had taken the entirety of your cock by then, loving the way her tight pussy was spread apart for daddy to take. “My puppy parts are nice and full now. Thank you.”

“Of course, pup, but that’s not the only thing that will be filling you up.”

You didn’t care to let out your rough dominant side by then. Natasha’s head was messy either way, all mindless and desperate to be slutted out. As soon as you dug your fingernails harshly against her skin, she knew what was coming – her. 

Deep and animalistic thrusts came from your part. You had to hold the poor puppy in place so she wouldn’t break. The sloshing sounds of your cock digging inside her, pressing against her womb far enough so that a little bulge appeared on her belly. When you touched and put pressure on it, Natasha sobbed. 

Your sweaty skins slapped together as you fucked her with such harshness she would easily forget the horrid mission she had. Natasha bounced on your dick as though her life depended on it, stuck in a lustful trance which held her prisoner of her owner. With green eyes rolled to the back of her head, cunt dripping with juices and wet sounds, her tummy bulging, she was the picture perfect image of a beautiful puppy. 

You didn’t waste your time taking it slow. Instead, you were quick to bring Natasha to her climax alternating between pumping your strap in and out of her hungry cunt that swallowed it whole and stimulating her clit. With the mix of pleasure you gave her, your princess’ walls clamped down against your cock, immediately making her come undone. 

“That’s it, Natty. Cum for daddy,” you urged and yet refused to stop fucking her harshly with your throbbing cock. “Go on, puppy. Fuck, your pussy is so wet and just for me. Only daddy can use and abuse this slutty fucking cunt. So cute and pretty.”

“Daddy!” Natasha cried out as she slumped against your body, riding out the last few moments of her orgasm. She shook slightly, squeezing your arms while you remained deep inside her, the base of the strap brushing against her. “Full,” she mumbled, nuzzling her face against your shoulder. “Treat, please.”

“Hmmm whatever you want, baby.”

The dildo was pulled out slightly from her sticky, aching cunt. Natasha shuddered at the sudden disappointing emptiness, but was quickly substituted by something even more delicious. After you squeezed your cock, letting out her reward. 

Drops of white spurted inside Natasha’s pretty pussy. They were sticky as they filled her up completely, you as her owner making sure to empty your entire seed in her. Your cum left her fully bred, your cock thrusting deep inside just so you could keep any of your special treats from oozing off. 

Natasha was completely fucked out upon you, even drooling a bit from the pleasure you gave her. It was far too much for you to handle. She was innocent and small, so easily corruptible for you. How were you to control your impulses when she was right there ready to be taken over and over again?

“Time to give daddy a treat in return, puppy,” you husked out in a groggy voice. 

Before Natasha could so much as recover or even take notice of what you did, you threw her over the bed. Your cum spilled from her pussy as she laid on her tummy, white drops falling onto the bed sheets you reminded yourself to clean later. With your puppy disoriented and looking around hazily in order to aimlessly find you, you took your chance. 

“Daddy?” Her voice was small as she wondered what you were doing, but as soon as you crawled on top of her, pushing the tip of your cock between her cheeks and against her tight hole, Natasha panicked. “Wait!”

You didn’t care to wait or listen to her sobbing pleas. Instead, you urged your cock inside her ass, groaning at the slick sound it let out as you so much as stretched it out with your tip. She cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, her hand turning to fists as she tugged at the bed sheets to keep herself composed. 

“What’s wrong, Natalia? I thought this is what you wanted. Don’t you like it when daddy’s cock stretches you out?” You questioned with feigned innocence. The dildo was far too lubricated with the mix of fake cum and her juices upon it, making it easy to slide yourself inside without much trouble. And yet Natasha was tight, her ass only used a handful of times by you. The most she had taken there was a pair of fingers and a small plug, nothing as large as your bulging cock. “Shhh stop crying. You have to take it all if you want to make daddy happy. Come on, be a good girl for your owner. If you do well, then maybe we can play with your collar and leash next.”

“But daddy it’s big,” Natasha wept as her head slumped against the bed. Her face was red with tears that went down her cheeks, eyes bloodshot and glossy. “I can’t take it all, not there!”

“Yes you can.” Although she bawled her eyes out loud enough for the entire compound to hear, you still didn’t stop fucking her from the back, hovering above her frail little body, hands at each side of her midsection, and tearing her apart. “Just a little bit, honey. Let daddy fuck your pretty tight ass.”

Natasha’s mind was so blank, she didn’t even care to think about the pain on her side any longer or the mission. Instead she focused on the moment – on how you fucked her harshly without skipping a beat. You dared squirt the last few drops of cum into her hole, filling both her pussy and ass with your cum. 

Growing much more confident with your position, you sneaked a hand beneath her neck. Natasha was far too gone to dare feel it until you squeezed. No matter how hard she tried yelping with her throat in a tight grasp, nothing came out. Instead she was rendered quiet, only muffled moans coming out while your front slapped against her back. 

Your other hand went under her body. You always did pride yourself in being quite the multitasker, rubbing her clit lazily while Natasha fell apart. With the stimulation against her bundle of nerves, her ass being savagely fucked with your dripping cock, and you choking her simultanously, it didn’t take long for the puppy to cum again. 

This time Natasha didn’t say a word. She only fell limp against the bed sheets, her eyes barely open as she stood between consciousness and sleep. She paid no mind to the way her abused holes were left seeping cum from them when you slid yourself out of her ass, leaving it wide and gaping. 

“Oh Natalia you did so well,” you praised her while moving your hands off her throat and clit, instead soothing them over her back while she squirmed. “Cute little fucktoy for daddy. So adorable.”

All Natasha did was nod slightly at that. She whimpered quietly as you leaned down to press kisses against her back, a hand ghosting over the bruised side of her body that you’d be sure to tend to for the following days. Oh how bad you wished to have hurt her like that. Perhaps taking care of Steve would sate your need to violence. 

“Good puppy,” you hugged her tight from behind, loving the way your baby relaxed at the feeling of her owner’s embrace. “My good mutt.”

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MS. MARVEL: 1.02 - Crushed || 1.06 - No Normal

[maximillion]

Edge Of The Pool; W. Maximoff

*not my gif, credits to owner.*

pairing; milf!neighbor!wanda x fem!reader

summary; you moved into a nice neighborhood during the winter. Ms. Maximoff, your neighbor, has recently had a pool installed.

warnings; SMUT, MINORS DNI. age gap, pool sex, semi-public sex? i mean it's in Wanda's backyard?, fingering, oral, choking, mommy kink, strap-on.

The knock on your door startled you. You sighed, paused the show on the TV, and walked towards the door.

"Hi y/n!" Billy, your neighbors son, chirped. You smiled at the boy.

"Hey Bils. What's up?" You asked, leaning on the doorframe, your arms crossed. The boy was in his swim shorts and goggles around his messy wet hair.

"The pool is finished! We can finally swim in it, and my mom said I could come and ask if you would want to play with me. I'd play with Tommy, but he's with his friend," He looked up at you expectantly. You chuckled.

"Of course. You go back and I'll be there in a bit," You said. The boy beemed at you, and hugged your legs.

"Thank you!" He ran off.

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You tried to find the most appropriate swimsuit you owned for hanging out with the little boy, only finding a green two piece, the bottoms high waisted.

You left, and also had grabbed a few cookies that you baked this morning to bring to the family. When you arrived in their backyard, Wanda, Billy's mom, was sunbathing.

A whimper threatened to fall from your lips, but you closed your eyes and looked away towards the boy that was floating.

Wanda noticed you, and you held your finger up to your lips, signaling for her to be quiet. After you had sat the cookies on the table, you took your sunglasses and flipflops off, trying to be as quiet as you possibly could.

Then, you splashed into the water, taking Billy down with you. You felt him squeeze your arms tightly. Your hands made sure to protect the back of his head in case.

The two of you rose out of the water, everyone laughing. Billy splashed you, "You scared me!" He yelled.

It made you laugh more, and you stuck your tongue out at him.

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"Hey Billy!" Wanda yelled from her chair. The two of you turned around and faced her. "Your dad is wanting to spend some time with you and take you out. Why don't you get dressed?" Wanda smiled at him.

Billy only sighed and nodded, turning away from Wanda and hugging you tightly. You wrapped your arms around him.

"I don't wanna go," He mumbled. It broke your heart. You always knew Vision didn't exactly get along with Billy, but he tried. Both of them tried.

Billy, had told his mom that he didn't want to do football with Tommy. He wanted to be in dance, and in drama. Vision didn't take that lightly. Claimed that Billy wouldn't be raised like that, that he would play football.

"I know buddy. But you got this! And once you get back, we'll watch a movie and I'll buy you some icecream. Alright?" You ran your fingers through his hair.

Billy's face lit up and he nodded, squeezing you tighter. You kissed his head, and Wanda's heart swelled. She knew how great you are with both boys, and it made her fall for you.

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"Hey bud!" Vision shut the door to the fence. Billy had his backpack on, all ready. You were now on the chair next to Wanda, sunbathing, but your eyes were focused on the two boys.

"Hi dad." Billy smiled and hugged both you and Wanda goodbye. Wanda hugged him tight, kissing his head and whispering something in his ear that made him giggle. He came to you next, and it was his turn to whisper in your ear, "Will you please, finally make a move on my mom?" You choked, pulling him back and looking at him wide eyed. He just laughed. For a 10 year old, he sure knew the things going on around him.

"Get outta here," You playfully poked his shoulder and he stuck his tongue out at you. Him and Vision left, and left you and Wanda alone. Her eyes were closed, taking in the sun. Her red one-peice, almost too revealing to be considered a one-peice, showed off her curves perfectly. Her cleavage, that made your mouth water. And then her sides that were turning a light pink. Your eyes went to travel to her legs, but Wanda spoke.

"Would you like to join me in the water, sweetie?'' Ms. Maximoff asked, standing up and walking to the edge of the pool.

"Of course, Ms. Maximoff." You stood and walked over to her. She had rolled her eyes at your formalities.

"Will you please stop calling me that? It makes me feel old," Wanda said, slightly towering over you.

"You aren't old," You scrunched your nose at her. The woman smiled at the compliment. And then suddenly, shoved you into the water. You screamed, and when you rose you glared at her. "Ms. Maximoff- Wanda."

The ginger raised an eyebrow, "Yes, doll?'' She spoke huskily. You had to hold back a groan.

"Will you put my sunglasses away?" You took then out of the water, where they had floated to when Wanda had pushed you in. Wanda nodded, holding out her hand. That's when you took the opportunity, grabbing her arm and she pulling her in roughly. Her hand had tightened around your wrist, trying to pull herself closer to you as she fell in. You were a giggling mess, and when she rose she just glared.

"What does your own medicine taste like, sweetheart?" You asked, mocking her a little.

Wanda rolled her eyes, letting go of you and going to float. She had a rough time though, not steadying her breath, so it wasn't working too well.

You paddled over to her, silently asking to help. Wanda nodded in understanding. Hesitantly, you had set your hand on her lower back, rising her up more. "Steady you're breathing."

Wanda looked at you, "I can't when you're touching me like this." She said boldy. You immediately dropped your hand and you were blushing like crazy. The older women started laughing, and wen to stand up. "I was kidding!"

You just laughed nervously, looking at your feet through the water. Wanda turned her head, confused at the change in your tone. Her finger found the bottom of your chin, lifting it to look at her. "Hi." She whispered lightly, with a small smile.

"Hi," You looked right back at her. Wanda didn't remove her hand, but wrapped her arms around your neck."What is it like to be this beautiful?" You asked her, hesitantly wrapping yours around her waist.

Wanda smiled bigger, her eyes flicking to your lips. "You are just as beautiful, doll. If not more." The women leaned in and kissed you deeply. You gasped, kissing her back, and backing her into the wall of the pool.

Even with the kiss as lovely a it was, you pulled away when your lungs started to burn. "I've been dreaming of this moment." Wanda confessed, bringing you in impossibly closer, burying her head in your neck.

"I have been too," You whispered, lifting her head to kiss her again. This time, Wanda lifted you to sit on the edge of the pool. You let your hands sit on her shoulders.

The two of you pulled away again, and you let out a groan. "Stop pulling away. I want to kiss you, Wanda."

Wanda laughed, starting to leave marks at your neck, sucking at you sweet point, nibbling every so often. It drove you crazy. Wanda drove you crazy. "I want to kiss you in so many places," She whispered, now leaving hickies on your chest. Wanda reached her hand behind you, pulling the string on your swimsuit, and letting it fall off your shoulders.

"People will see," You husked, even though you didn't care too much, just wanting Wanda to take you. Wanting her to take you in so many different ways.

"Just one orgasm our her baby. Let them see. Let those neighbors see. I've seen the way that Kate girl looks at you. My my, what if she saw you now? So needy for me. So needy you don't even want me to pull away from your lips," Wanda grabbed your tits, squeezing and attaching her plump lips to your nipple.

"Shit, baby," You grabbed a fistful of her hair bringing her closer. Then, at the mention of Kate's name made you look to the left, at the younger girls house. She was a very sweet woman, you actually have been on a few dates with her. Even sharing a few late nights in her bed. Wanda could almost read your mind, biting down just hard enough for you to hiss.

"Are you thinking of that slut while I'm sucking your tits? Who do you think you are, kitten? You should be thinking of me right now. No one disobeys their mommy like that." Wanda hissed, pulling your your swim bottoms down. The ginger gasped at you cunt. "You're soaked, doll. Is it the water or is this all for me, your mommy?"

"Y-yes! All for you, all for you mommy." You watched as Wanda's fingers, her nails painted black, trailed to your clit. You gasped, biting your lip. Then, she took her two fingers, and pushed them into your cunt. "Oh god." You moaned loudly, throwing your head back.

It was then she added her mouth, sucking at your clit. Your eyebrows furrowed together, and you threw your leg over her shoulder. She didn't let up, fucking you deep, curling her fingers just at the right spot. You were about to tumble over the edge. So close, so willing to give yourself up to the mother.

"C'mon, please come for me, it'd make mommy so happy." She looked up at you so innocently, like she wasn't eating you out like her life depends on it. Her words were enough, and the rope inside you snapped, and you shattered around her. "Oh that's it baby." Wanda praised, letting you ride it out, and cleaning you up.

"Thank you, thank you. Thank you Wanda." You thanked her so many times. You'd repay her with her own orgasm, but your head was empty. The women removed her fingers from you.

"Can I take you inside? To the bedroom?" Wanda asked, slipping her fingers in your mouth to clean them up. You nodded.

Wanda picked you up and carried out out of the pool, picking up your swimsuit. When the two of you got to her bedroom, she shut the door and lied you down. "I can't imagine youre on my bed right now, y/n. I've had my fingers buried in myself on this very bed, just at the thought of you. Now it's real." Wanda kissed up your thighs, then rid herself of her own swimsuit.

You groaned at her words, just imagining the woman sprawled on her bed, nothing to cover her, and her fingers buried in her pretty cunt. Wanda then reached over, her boobs right Infront of your face, she was grabbing something out of the drawer. You tried resiting, but you couldn't. You took her left nipple in your mouth, sucking gently.

What you didn't expect, but probably should've, was the cool sensation of her milk pouring into your mouth. Your eyebrows furrowed, and you grabbed her hips to keep her in place. "Oh fuck, shit. Mommy hasn't had someone do this in so long," She hissed, letting you take control.

When the first one stopped giving you the liquid, you switched to the other nipple. You felt Wanda attaching something to your hips, you were to focused on her to care though.

Until, though, you felt Wanda pull away and sink herself down, on the item attached to you. The smaller end of the strap pushing into you. You groaned, bucking your hips. "I'm so sorry, just wanted to fuck myself on you. That's it." She bounced, rubbing her own clit.

You smiled lovingly up at her, grabbing her hips and flipping the two of you. You didn't let up, pounding into her roughly, chasing both your own orgasm and trying to tumble her over the edge of her own. Wanda's mouth hung open, an 'o' shaped formed. You were growling into her ear, unsure if where the aggression came from, but noticed Wanda's reaction. "God I wanted to fuck you like this for so long Wanda. Wanted to just take you. Make you mine. All. Fucking. Mine." You sat up, gripping her neck tightly. Enough for her to keep breathing, but enough for her to get the idea.

Wanda let out a moan, and came around your cock. And then you fell apart. "Shit! Shit mommy." You whined, and buried your face in her neck.

After about an hour of basking in eachothers presence, you spoke. "I like you a lot."

"I like you too, Y/N. Why don't you stay here? Stay with me. Be with me. My girlfriend?" Wanda asked, playing with your hairs.

"Of course!" You squealed, grinning and kissing her.

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I Love You More Than You Know

Summary: Wanda loves you so much. It was something made clear mere hours after you two made your relationship, and she continues to make it clear everyday she can. Extravagant gifts, the sweetest words, and the softest touches - she showers you in them. It's even the way she holds you close and whispers the sweetest words in your ears. She loves you, no matter how much her brother teases her for it.

A/N: What if I told you I posted this on my other account and then this account got fixed like two days later? Cause that's exactly what happened!! Anyways, have fun being friends with Pietro.

Warnings/Tags: Making Out, Possessive Behaviors, Semi serious conversations, I'm bad at angst.

"Part 1"

Morning shined through your curtainless windows at a solid 6 o'clock in the morning. Normally, you'd have an extra two hours of sleep before classes and you honestly should've had more since you were home now, but there was no way you'd go back to sleep with sweat and cum covering your body. Not even the stupidly muscular and beautiful star baseball player you were wrapped in could keep you from breaking in your new shower.

After a rather strenuous game of what could only be called reverse human Tetris, you were freed from the sweaty confines of your lover. You stretched your limbs and turned to face your sleeping lover. It was crazy. Today wasn't the first time you've had to wriggle your way out of Wanda's arms to start the day, but this one felt different. This morning was your first morning being hers. No passive aggressive arguments in front of your friends or sneaking around just so Wanda could have her way with you. It was just you and Wanda against whatever laid outside your front door. Though that literally could've been anything, Wanda's words had done an amazing job at soothing your nerves.

You decided not to worry about what was to come next and focus more on what was happening now. For now, all you had to do was wake up Wanda, shower, and then make breakfast for the two of you. You were suddenly grateful Natasha had insisted on stocking up your fridge and Clint's reminder you buy new toiletries. Unfortunately, there was no life saver to help you wake up Wanda. That girl slept like a pile of magically unwavering bricks and it was seemingly genetic. It was something you figured out rather early into your friendship with the twins. Pietro managed to sleep through whatever lusty endeavors Wanda put you through and Wanda seemed to sleep through every house party Pietro had ever thrown. Though that knowledge didn’t immediately deter you, it certainly barred you from any ethical means of waking her up. First, you tried being sweet. Softly kissing Wanda’s cheeks and rocking her back and forth. You even tried deeper kisses, but that almost got you pulled back into the mess of limbs you were in before. When softness failed, you upgraded to annoying her. You sporadically poked at her stomach and sides but only received a displeased groan. You rolled your eyes and decided to just let her sleep in.

You turned around and headed to the master bathroom. It was on your top three things to finish decorating on your first day moving in, but had remained neglected due to your little interruption the night before. Not wanting to risk a fatal injury, you began unpacking and organizing items from cardboard boxes and plastic bags. Towels unrolled and folded to look aesthetically pleasing, bath mats rolled out and beat into shape, organizers maliciously filled just the way you liked and all the beautiful shade of dark green had grown to love over the years. After a half hour of constant rearranging and slight shifting of objects, you completed your decorating. You spent little time appreciating the hard work and immediately turned to the huge bag of less fun stuff that went in the bathroom. Though it was nothing more than toilet paper, hair products, and whatever else you use for cleaning yourself, there was a strange giddiness in your chest. It seemed your heart was several steps ahead of your brain because it didn’t make any sense until you got ready to put the wash clothes and toothbrushes in their proper places. The multipack of toothbrushes conveniently had one red and one green toothbrush. The wash clothes were the same way.

It made your heart skip a beat.

It was almost embarrassing how fast Wanda had wiggled into your heart. Technically, it took like six years, but you were strangely overjoyed to show it. You two had yet faced the outside world but something in you was so sure about. Even if it was chessy and Wanda was sure to tease you for it, you were happy. The time it took you to shower, brush your teeth, and wash your face, your head spiraled with all the other ways you and Wanda could match. You were sure Wanda would proudly wear any of your college merch or even swap shoelaces if you asked. It would definitely take a bit of pouting for her to wear matching Christmas pajamas with you, but you were planning for that even in early August.

Eventually, your fantasizing came to an end and you wrapped up your morning routine. You put your lounge clothes on and went to the kitchen. You were thankful Pietro hyperfocused on the kitchen and put everything up just the way you liked. Starting with the way your utensils were organized down to the way you liked your sodas stacked in the pantry. It was good considering you were far too hungry to waste time organizing. You quickly grabbed random breakfast foods and got to work. It was peacefully silent except for the sound of eggshells cracking and sausage patties sizzling. However, the peace was quickly interrupted by excited footsteps running towards you at an alarming speed.

“No morning kisses until you at least brush your teeth and wash your face,” You said without looking up from the pans in front of you. A giggle escaped your lips when you heard a frustrated sigh followed by distancing footsteps. They returned only moments later causing you to turn your head in disbelief. “If you expect me to believe you brushed your teeth that fast you’re- oh…”

Wanda had the cockiest smirk you’d ever seen. If it wasn’t for your now unrepressed love for her and the red and green toothbrushes she was excitedly holding, you would’ve rolled your eyes and went back to cooking. “Okay, I totally didn’t, but that’s not important,” She said, giddy from excitement. “What is important, is that your bathroom looks amazing and I think this,” she paused to wave your toothbrushes in your face, “is the most adorable thing I have ever seen and you’re literally the cutest person on earth. We're like strawberries…except the red goes on top! ” Her excitement quickly faded as she revealed the electric blue rag, dry towel, and toothbrush she had hidden behind her back. “However, this does not match and I think they would look much better in the guest bathroom- or even the trash can.”

You only sighed and shook your head at Wanda's antics. "I love you, but I'm not kicking your brother out of my life because you're jealous." You turned back to the stove, popping the yolks of the eggs so they'd flip easier. "I'll get a darker shade of blue, but his stuff is staying in my bathroom." You plated the sausage and eggs, then moved to your fridge to find something to fill the emptiness on the plates. "Also, bring some house shoes next time you come over," You grumbled softly as Wanda walked back to the bathroom. After you toasted bread and chopped fruit, breakfast was ready. Unfortunately, you were trapped in a back hug and couldn’t enjoy the fruits of your labor. “Is there a problem?”

Wanda shook her head. "I'm never going to step on your independence since this is your house, but I'm pretty sure I owe you breakfast in bed," She said as she wrapped her arms around you. She buried her nose into the nape of your neck before taking a deep breath. It wasn’t the first time she’d been so close enough to smell you — and now it certainly wouldn’t be the last — but it was addictive. Her grip on your waist only tightened as you began to wiggle. “I’ll let you go in a second, just let me hold you,” She mumbled as she pressed her lips against the side of your forehead. She nuzzled deeper into your neck until her entire face was in the crook of your neck. Her eyes flickered to the two plates sitting on the counter. Your favorite with the unusual addition of strawberries halved and grapes plucked off the stem. “You’re cheesy.”

You rolled your eyes before scooping the strawberry on Wanda’s plate onto yours. “Yea, and you don’t have any strawberries!” You blew a raspberry berry before grabbing your plate and dashing out of Wanda’s hug. Fortunately, your speed outmatched Wanda’s strength and you escaped to the dining table and curled up in the chair to protect your sides from any of Wanda’s potential tricks. You relaxed a little bit when she sat down next to you and began eating, but kept your legs close to your chest as you ate. It was impractical, but strangely comfortable.

The two of you ate in silence — something you normally would appreciate. However, today you just couldn’t. When the lack of noise settled in, your thoughts started to run rampant and not even the fluffiness of the eggs could ease them. Even if it didn’t happen today, you’d have to tell Pietro eventually. The others would surely be accepting. Just happy to see you in love and on the path of settling down. However, Pietro was forever critical of any potential girlfriends. If you weren’t wrapped around his sister’s finger and too shy to pursue a relationship at the time, it would’ve been considered cockblocking. It was unlikely he’d hate you for it, but that didn’t make it much easier.

“We don’t have to tell him.”

“He’ll find out eventually.”

“Then, he’ll just have to deal with it.”

That made you frown. Pietro never kept anything from you, it wouldn’t be fair to keep anything from him. However, the fear of ruining your friendship with him was strong. It wouldn’t be as bad if you just avoided the topic. Love Wanda the way you wanted, but never talk about it. Pietro wasn’t stupid , so it wouldn’t last for long, but it would give you sometime to come up with an explanation.

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Though it was entirely Wanda's idea to keep your relationship secret, she did not make it easy.

Wanda was always an over-looming figure in your life. Whether it was a house party, a study session, or just hanging out with Pietro at their parents' house — Wanda was never too far away from you. She was looking out for you. Pietro did his best to keep you safe, but even he'd get wrapped up in a sticky situation or two. So, Wanda would simply pick up where Pietro left off. It didn't take long for her to learn your habits of working yourself to bone or drinking way more than you could actually handle. Wanda would always help you, regardless of how much you yelled at her or refused to eat the snacks she laid out.

However, Wanda wasn’t always a sweet guardian angel. She was desperate to have you and sometimes that meant playing dirty. It was rare, but there were times Wanda couldn’t control herself. Toying with you was an urge that could not be contained. You could play hard to get and she could chip away at that little facade until you completely fell for her.

She’d have you trapped in a corner and begging for mercy — and you’d love it, but that was during house parties with god knows how many people drunk out of their minds and focused on a hundred other things. Not a decently sized gathering filled with people you knew and would definitely notice if you slipped away with Wanda. You remembered most of her tricks. Ghosting her hands over your body or bumping into your backside whenever she was packing. If you kept close to Pietro or at least grouped together with enough people, you’d mostly be safe. Still subjected to sneak touches and the occasional groping, but better than being bent over in the guest room of your best friend's apartment.

Unfortunately, Wanda did not take avoidance well.

Mere hours after arriving, Wanda had sent you a text instructing you to leave five minutes after she did. Five minutes wasn't enough to shake anyone's tail, but she had clearly grown impatient. You replied to her with a simple 'in a minute' and continued to chat until you felt it was safe for you to slip out. You were only stalling for a total of ten minutes, but had been gleefully caught up in conversation with Carol at the front door for an extra five. Fifteen minutes seemed to be entirely too long to keep your lover waiting seeing as you were practically yanked into the back seat of her car.

"It's really funny watching you act like you don't belong to me."

You couldn't form a proper response with the way Wanda's hands started guiding your hips to grind against her. Her teeth had sunk into your neck and left a smoldering hot burn in their wake. "Wanda, we're going to get caught," You whimpered and attempted to push her head away. Despite your protests, your hips seemed to have a mind of their own. They bucked and rolled against Wanda's no matter how much you hated it. "And, I don't belong to..anyone," you barely managed to get out

"You don't seem to care," Wanda mumbled against your neck before continuing her tortuous treatment. A hand slipped underneath your shirt and dragged its nail down your back. "Just because I'm a secret doesn't mean you can give me the cold shoulder and get away with it." Her nails dug harder into your skin until you yelled. "You belong to me. That's final." Her hot tongue licke up the coloum of your throat before leaving more love bites on the sensitive skin. She'd barely done anything to you and you were practically melting in her hands.

"We can do this at home, just," Your bargaining was cut short by a kiss. Wanda had enough of your defiance and made it known. Her tongue pushed past your lips without hesitation and was quick to claim every inch of your mouth. It was like she wanted to eat you whole. The scariest part was that you'd let her. For a moment, all you wanted to do was be hers. If that meant being fucked in the back seat of her car while any of your friends could see.

Unless, of course, that friend was Pietro who stood less than a few feet away from the car and could tell exactly what was happening.

Wanda had been too focused on ruining you to notice him. She only pulled away when you completely tensed up underneath her and hadn't moved an inch. "I'm sorry, I thought you were just being…" She slowly turned her head to whatever caught your attention and soon she was frozen solid as well. "Fuck," She grumbled under her breath. Her gripped on your waist instinctively tightened as you began opening the door. "No, don't go out there, I'll talk to him- I said wait," She yelled as you dashed out of her car and chased after brother.

Sprinting for softball could never prepare Wanda for the speed that you and Pietro had control over. The two of you had left Wanda in the dust and had only a few minutes. There was no telling how much time you two had alone, but there wasn't much to be said.

Your mind was racing. Of course he'd find out this way. Part of you thought you'd have at least a week to come up with something. There was no telling how it was going to end. At best Pietro would be a little tense. At worst neither twin would associate with you. It wasn't fair to you, but somehow entirely your fault. "I'm so sorry, I really should have told you sooner. I just felt bad and- and I wasn't sure how to bring it up. The last thing I wanted was for you to hate me or think I only hangout with you for your sister. I'm the worst best friend you could've ever-"

Pietro wrapped his arms around and awkwardly patted your head. "I wish you would've told me, but you're not a bad friend for not telling me all your business." His grip tightened before you fully pushed back. "If you're happy, then I'm happy. That's what's most important." Pietro was rarely one for serious conversations. It was a wonder he hadn't burst into laughter the second he thought of Wanda's attempt to keep up with the two of you. However, you were clearly upset. It was a rare sight. Frustrated, irritated, or overwhelmed, but never upset. Especially not with him. "Nothing is ever coming between us. Unless you show her our special handshake, then I'm not talking to you ever again."

You were shocked. Pietro had always been laid back. Even when you were about to crack under pressure and turn into a human diamond, he'd be chill as the deep blue sea. You expected at least a little pressure from him. Maybe even a speech about keeping yourself safe in the claws of his conniving sister. "Pietro, I…I've been hooking up with your sister for like…at least five years! This is serious, I shouldn't just get away with that," Your voice began to strain. To say you were confused was an understatement. You'd seen first hand how protective Pietro could be — be it for you or his own sister. How could he be so casual about this? "If you were fine, then why'd you run away!?"

"You think we'd be able to talk like this with her between the two of us?"

Fair point.

"I didn't think it was that long, but you two are not as secretive as you think." Pietro rolled his eyes once Wanda had finally caught up to the two of you. "As I was saying, it was pretty obvious when a certain someone was coming to the practices every day and also painfully early." He accented his point by grandly gesturing to Wanda, who was struggling to catch her breath. "Especially since she obviously hadn't been gifted with speed as great as ours."

Wanda scoffed as she stood up. Her breathing was still uneven, but she had to pretend it wasn't as she began mouthing off to her brother. "Sorry. The only cardio I like is fucking your- ow!" She took a sharp breath through her teeth when you elbowed her in the side. An apology was softly mumbled in your direction. "If this little hostage situation is over, I'll be taking my partner now." Wanda reached for your hand only for you to snatch it away last minute.

"You knew this whole time?"

"'Pietro, is Y/N coming?' and 'I'm not going to dance if Y/N isn't going to be there.' I'd be an idiot to not think something was up."

You sighed and ran your hands through your hair. "Okay, fine. I'm going home," You spewed out as you snatched Wanda's keys from the loop of her belt.

The walk back to her car was somehow quicker than running away from it. The only thing quicker than your feet were your thoughts. How many people knew? Was it that obvious? Had everything been super awkward but you were just too stupid to notice it? Your brain repeatedly combed through every memory you had while you sat silently in the car. There was no way you were that stupid.

Not a word escaped from your mouth during the ride home. Wanda hated it. You looked insecure and there was no reason for you to be. As far as Wanda was concerned, you were absolutely perfect. Despite that, she decided it was safer to drive in silence. It wasn't a far drive, but with her foot heavy on the gas, she has you home in mere minutes. A heavy sigh escaped her nostrils once she had finally parked in your drive. She doesn't know what to say. The lack of words left at least five minutes of brooding silence before she spoke up. "I, uh, understand if you want to be alone tonight…" She understood it very well. You were overwhelmed, tired, and upset. It was completely fair if you wanted alone time. That didn't make the idea hurt any less. Wanda had her own apartment and both agreed that neither of you would get keys to the other's apartment until after a few months, but she spent a week straight in yours.

"Please spend the night, I need you." Your voice was buried under the weight of all your thoughts. "You don't have to spend the whole night, but please just a few hours at least."

Wanda's hand was quick to grab yours. Her fingers interlocked with yours and she held on as tight as she could. "I'll be here for you as long as you want me. I promised I'd be there for you through anything and honestly I didn't do a good job at that tonight." The car suddenly felt like a trap. Nothing but metal and uncomfortable plastic that kept her from holding you close the way she wanted to. "You can keep me locked up in your house forever if it'll keep you happy."

"Well, I hope you think my apartment is a cozy prison." You smiled as Wanda walked you through the front door of your apartment and to your bedroom.

There was more silence, but this was comfortable silence. Nothing needed to be said as Wanda carefully removed your clothes and dressed you in pajamas. There was no need to ask for cuddles considering Wanda knew what you wanted immediately. You two laid in the center of your bed underneath the covers. With your head buried into Wanda's chest and legs tangled up, your worries melted away.

Even if Wanda couldn't be there to protect you, she could definitely be the one to make all the hurt go away. The conversation about your relationship with the others would certainly be long, draining, and full of teasing, but for now all you had to think about was the warmth surrounding your entire body. Not even the impending game of reverse human Tetris could ruin your safety.

Only seven words were worthy of breaking the peace settled between you two.

"I love you."

"I love you so much more."

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synopsis: being Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, s/o is so worth it

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• Wanda isn’t used to let her guard down. She is always ready for fight but most of all she is always ready for loss something. Wanda start creating barriers between her and the world, thinking that she won’t be sad anymore, but it didn’t work

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I Love You More Than You Know

Summary: Wanda loves you so much. It was something made clear mere hours after you two made your relationship, and she continues to make it clear everyday she can. Extravagant gifts, the sweetest words, and the softest touches --- she showers you in them. It’s even the way she holds you close and whispers the sweetest words in your ears. She loves you, no matter how much her brother teases her for it. 

Warnings: Possessiveness, Brief Making Out, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, I think I'm funny but you'll probably cringe at least once towards the end of this, a conversation that should be serious but isn't

A/N: Tumblr user maximillion starts thinking with their heart and not their d*ck?? more likely than you think!! This is technically a part two to Know That You’re Mine that I wrote because someone wanted to see how Pietro would react. Also, I think some people thought Pietro was an ass from the first part of this and that wasn’t my intentions at all.

Morning shined through your curtainless windows at a solid 6 o'clock in the morning. Normally, you'd have an extra two hours of sleep before classes and you honestly should've had more since you were home now, but there was no way you'd go back to sleep with sweat and cum covering your body. Not even the stupidly muscular and beautiful star baseball player you were wrapped in could keep you from breaking in your new shower.

After a rather strenuous game of what could only be called reverse human Tetris, you were freed from the sweaty confines of your lover. You stretched your limbs and turned to face your sleeping lover. It was crazy. Today wasn't the first time you've had to wriggle your way out of Wanda's arms to start the day, but this one felt different. This morning was your first morning being hers. No passive aggressive arguments in front of your friends or sneaking around just so Wanda could have her way with you. It was just you and Wanda against whatever laid outside your front door. Though that literally could've been anything, Wanda's words had done an amazing job at soothing your nerves.

You decided not to worry about what was to come next and focus more on what was happening now. For now, all you had to do was wake up Wanda, shower, and then make breakfast for the two of you. You were suddenly grateful Natasha had insisted on stocking up your fridge and Clint's reminder you buy new toiletries. Unfortunately, there was no life saver to help you wake up Wanda. That girl slept like a pile of magically unwavering bricks and it was seemingly genetic. It was something you figured out rather early into your friendship with the twins. Pietro managed to sleep through whatever lusty endeavors Wanda put you through and Wanda seemed to sleep through every house party Pietro had ever thrown. Though that knowledge didn’t immediately deter you, it certainly barred you from any ethical means of waking her up. First, you tried being sweet. Softly kissing Wanda’s cheeks and rocking her back and forth. You even tried deeper kisses, but that almost got you pulled back into the mess of limbs you were in before. When softness failed, you upgraded to annoying her. You sporadically poked at her stomach and sides but only received a displeased groan. You rolled your eyes and decided to just let her sleep in.

You turned around and headed to the master bathroom. It was on your top three things to finish decorating on your first day moving in, but had remained neglected due to your little interruption the night before. Not wanting to risk a fatal injury, you began unpacking and organizing items from cardboard boxes and plastic bags. Towels unrolled and folded to look aesthetically pleasing, bath mats rolled out and beat into shape, organizers maliciously filled just the way you liked and all the beautiful shade of dark green had grown to love over the years. After a half hour of constant rearranging and slight shifting of objects, you completed your decorating. You spent little time appreciating the hard work and immediately turned to the huge bag of less fun stuff that went in the bathroom. Though it was nothing more than toilet paper, hair products, and whatever else you use for cleaning yourself, there was a strange giddiness in your chest. It seemed your heart was several steps ahead of your brain because it didn’t make any sense until you got ready to put the wash clothes and toothbrushes in their proper places. The multipack of toothbrushes conveniently had one red and one green toothbrush. The wash clothes were the same way.

It made your heart skip a beat.

It was almost embarrassing how fast Wanda had wiggled into your heart. Technically, it took like six years, but you were strangely overjoyed to show it. You two had yet faced the outside world but something in you was so sure about. Even if it was chessy and Wanda was sure to tease you for it, you were happy. The time it took you to shower, brush your teeth, and wash your face, your head spiraled with all the other ways you and Wanda could match. You were sure Wanda would proudly wear any of your college merch or even swap shoelaces if you asked. It would definitely take a bit of pouting for her to wear matching Christmas pajamas with you, but you were planning for that even in early August.

Eventually, your fantasizing came to an end and you wrapped up your morning routine. You put your lounge clothes on and went to the kitchen. You were thankful Pietro hyperfocused on the kitchen and put everything up just the way you liked. Starting with the way your utensils were organized down to the way you liked your sodas stacked in the pantry. It was good considering you were far too hungry to waste time organizing. You quickly grabbed random breakfast foods and got to work. It was peacefully silent except for the sound of eggshells cracking and sausage patties sizzling. However, the peace was quickly interrupted by excited footsteps running towards you at an alarming speed.

“No morning kisses until you at least brush your teeth and wash your face,” You said without looking up from the pans in front of you. A giggle escaped your lips when you heard a frustrated sigh followed by distancing footsteps. They returned only moments later causing you to turn your head in disbelief. “If you expect me to believe you brushed your teeth that fast you’re- oh…”

Wanda had the cockiest smirk you’d ever seen. If it wasn’t for your now unrepressed love for her and the red and green toothbrushes she was excitedly holding, you would’ve rolled your eyes and went back to cooking. “Okay, I totally didn’t, but that’s not important,” She said, giddy from excitement. “What is important, is that your bathroom looks amazing and I think this,” she paused to wave your toothbrushes in your face, “is the most adorable thing I have ever seen and you’re literally the cutest person on earth. We're like strawberries…except the red goes on top! ” Her excitement quickly faded as she revealed the electric blue rag, dry towel, and toothbrush she had hidden behind her back. “However, this does not match and I think they would look much better in the guest bathroom- or even the trash can.”

You only sighed and shook your head at Wanda's antics. "I love you, but I'm not kicking your brother out of my life because you're jealous." You turned back to the stove, popping the yolks of the eggs so they'd flip easier. "I'll get a darker shade of blue, but his stuff is staying in my bathroom." You plated the sausage and eggs, then moved to your fridge to find something to fill the emptiness on the plates. "Also, bring some house shoes next time you come over," You grumbled softly as Wanda walked back to the bathroom. After you toasted bread and chopped fruit, breakfast was ready. Unfortunately, you were trapped in a back hug and couldn’t enjoy the fruits of your labor. “Is there a problem?”

Wanda shook her head. "I'm never going to step on your independence since this is your house, but I'm pretty sure I owe you breakfast in bed," She said as she wrapped her arms around you. She buried her nose into the nape of your neck before taking a deep breath. It wasn’t the first time she’d been so close enough to smell you — and now it certainly wouldn’t be the last — but it was addictive. Her grip on your waist only tightened as you began to wiggle. “I’ll let you go in a second, just let me hold you,” She mumbled as she pressed her lips against the side of your forehead. She nuzzled deeper into your neck until her entire face was in the crook of your neck. Her eyes flickered to the two plates sitting on the counter. Your favorite with the unusual addition of strawberries halved and grapes plucked off the stem. “You’re cheesy.”

You rolled your eyes before scooping the strawberry on Wanda’s plate onto yours. “Yea, and you don’t have any strawberries!” You blew a raspberry berry before grabbing your plate and dashing out of Wanda’s hug. Fortunately, your speed outmatched Wanda’s strength and you escaped to the dining table and curled up in the chair to protect your sides from any of Wanda’s potential tricks. You relaxed a little bit when she sat down next to you and began eating, but kept your legs close to your chest as you ate. It was impractical, but strangely comfortable.

The two of you ate in silence — something you normally would appreciate. However, today you just couldn’t. When the lack of noise settled in, your thoughts started to run rampant and not even the fluffiness of the eggs could ease them. Even if it didn’t happen today, you’d have to tell Pietro eventually. The others would surely be accepting. Just happy to see you in love and on the path of settling down. However, Pietro was forever critical of any potential girlfriends. If you weren’t wrapped around his sister’s finger and too shy to pursue a relationship at the time, it would’ve been considered cockblocking. It was unlikely he’d hate you for it, but that didn’t make it much easier.

“We don’t have to tell him.”

“He’ll find out eventually.”

“Then, he’ll just have to deal with it.”

That made you frown. Pietro never kept anything from you, it wouldn’t be fair to keep anything from him. However, the fear of ruining your friendship with him was strong. It wouldn’t be as bad if you just avoided the topic. Love Wanda the way you wanted, but never talk about it. Pietro wasn’t stupid , so it wouldn’t last for long, but it would give you sometime to come up with an explanation.

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Though it was entirely Wanda's idea to keep your relationship secret, she did not make it easy.

Wanda was always an over-looming figure in your life. Whether it was a house party, a study session, or just hanging out with Pietro at their parents' house — Wanda was never too far away from you. She was looking out for you. Pietro did his best to keep you safe, but even he'd get wrapped up in a sticky situation or two. So, Wanda would simply pick up where Pietro left off. It didn't take long for her to learn your habits of working yourself to bone or drinking way more than you could actually handle. Wanda would always help you, regardless of how much you yelled at her or refused to eat the snacks she laid out.

However, Wanda wasn’t always a sweet guardian angel. She was desperate to have you and sometimes that meant playing dirty. It was rare, but there were times Wanda couldn’t control herself. Toying with you was an urge that could not be contained. You could play hard to get and she could chip away at that little facade until you completely fell for her.

She’d have you trapped in a corner and begging for mercy — and you’d love it, but that was during house parties with god knows how many people drunk out of their minds and focused on a hundred other things. Not a decently sized gathering filled with people you knew and would definitely notice if you slipped away with Wanda. You remembered most of her tricks. Ghosting her hands over your body or bumping into your backside whenever she was packing. If you kept close to Pietro or at least grouped together with enough people, you’d mostly be safe. Still subjected to sneak touches and the occasional groping, but better than being bent over in the guest room of your best friend's apartment.

Unfortunately, Wanda did not take avoidance well.

Mere hours after arriving, Wanda had sent you a text instructing you to leave five minutes after she did. Five minutes wasn't enough to shake anyone's tail, but she had clearly grown impatient. You replied to her with a simple 'in a minute' and continued to chat until you felt it was safe for you to slip out. You were only stalling for a total of ten minutes, but had been gleefully caught up in conversation with Carol at the front door for an extra five. Fifteen minutes seemed to be entirely too long to keep your lover waiting seeing as you were practically yanked into the back seat of her car.

"It's really funny watching you act like you don't belong to me."

You couldn't form a proper response with the way Wanda's hands started guiding your hips to grind against her. Her teeth had sunk into your neck and left a smoldering hot burn in their wake. "Wanda, we're going to get caught," You whimpered and attempted to push her head away. Despite your protests, your hips seemed to have a mind of their own. They bucked and rolled against Wanda's no matter how much you hated it. "And, I don't belong to..anyone," you barely managed to get out

"You don't seem to care," Wanda mumbled against your neck before continuing her tortuous treatment. A hand slipped underneath your shirt and dragged its nail down your back. "Just because I'm a secret doesn't mean you can give me the cold shoulder and get away with it." Her nails dug harder into your skin until you yelled. "You belong to me. That's final." Her hot tongue licke up the coloum of your throat before leaving more love bites on the sensitive skin. She'd barely done anything to you and you were practically melting in her hands.

"We can do this at home, just," Your bargaining was cut short by a kiss. Wanda had enough of your defiance and made it known. Her tongue pushed past your lips without hesitation and was quick to claim every inch of your mouth. It was like she wanted to eat you whole. The scariest part was that you'd let her. For a moment, all you wanted to do was be hers. If that meant being fucked in the back seat of her car while any of your friends could see.

Unless, of course, that friend was Pietro who stood less than a few feet away from the car and could tell exactly what was happening.

Wanda had been too focused on ruining you to notice him. She only pulled away when you completely tensed up underneath her and hadn't moved an inch. "I'm sorry, I thought you were just being…" She slowly turned her head to whatever caught your attention and soon she was frozen solid as well. "Fuck," She grumbled under her breath. Her gripped on your waist instinctively tightened as you began opening the door. "No, don't go out there, I'll talk to him- I said wait," She yelled as you dashed out of her car and chased after brother.

Sprinting for softball could never prepare Wanda for the speed that you and Pietro had control over. The two of you had left Wanda in the dust and had only a few minutes. There was no telling how much time you two had alone, but there wasn't much to be said.

Your mind was racing. Of course he'd find out this way. Part of you thought you'd have at least a week to come up with something. There was no telling how it was going to end. At best Pietro would be a little tense. At worst neither twin would associate with you. It wasn't fair to you, but somehow entirely your fault. "I'm so sorry, I really should have told you sooner. I just felt bad and- and I wasn't sure how to bring it up. The last thing I wanted was for you to hate me or think I only hangout with you for your sister. I'm the worst best friend you could've ever-"

Pietro wrapped his arms around and awkwardly patted your head. "I wish you would've told me, but you're not a bad friend for not telling me all your business." His grip tightened before you fully pushed back. "If you're happy, then I'm happy. That's what's most important." Pietro was rarely one for serious conversations. It was a wonder he hadn't burst into laughter the second he thought of Wanda's attempt to keep up with the two of you. However, you were clearly upset. It was a rare sight. Frustrated, irritated, or overwhelmed, but never upset. Especially not with him. "Nothing is ever coming between us. Unless you show her our special handshake, then I'm not talking to you ever again."

You were shocked. Pietro had always been laid back. Even when you were about to crack under pressure and turn into a human diamond, he'd be chill as the deep blue sea. You expected at least a little pressure from him. Maybe even a speech about keeping yourself safe in the claws of his conniving sister. "Pietro, I…I've been hooking up with your sister for like…at least five years! This is serious, I shouldn't just get away with that," Your voice began to strain. To say you were confused was an understatement. You'd seen first hand how protective Pietro could be — be it for you or his own sister. How could he be so casual about this? "If you were fine, then why'd you run away!?"

"You think we'd be able to talk like this with her between the two of us?"

Fair point.

"I didn't think it was that long, but you two are not as secretive as you think." Pietro rolled his eyes once Wanda had finally caught up to the two of you. "As I was saying, it was pretty obvious when a certain someone was coming to the practices every day and also painfully early." He accented his point by grandly gesturing to Wanda, who was struggling to catch her breath. "Especially since she obviously hadn't been gifted with speed as great as ours."

Wanda scoffed as she stood up. Her breathing was still uneven, but she had to pretend it wasn't as she began mouthing off to her brother. "Sorry. The only cardio I like is fucking your- ow!" She took a sharp breath through her teeth when you elbowed her in the side. An apology was softly mumbled in your direction. "If this little hostage situation is over, I'll be taking my partner now." Wanda reached for your hand only for you to snatch it away last minute.

"You knew this whole time?"

"'Pietro, is Y/N coming?' and 'I'm not going to dance if Y/N isn't going to be there.' I'd be an idiot to not think something was up."

You sighed and ran your hands through your hair. "Okay, fine. I'm going home," You spewed out as you snatched Wanda's keys from the loop of her belt.

The walk back to her car was somehow quicker than running away from it. The only thing quicker than your feet were your thoughts. How many people knew? Was it that obvious? Had everything been super awkward but you were just too stupid to notice it? Your brain repeatedly combed through every memory you had while you sat silently in the car. There was no way you were that stupid.

Not a word escaped from your mouth during the ride home. Wanda hated it. You looked insecure and there was no reason for you to be. As far as Wanda was concerned, you were absolutely perfect. Despite that, she decided it was safer to drive in silence. It wasn't a far drive, but with her foot heavy on the gas, she has you home in mere minutes. A heavy sigh escaped her nostrils once she had finally parked in your drive. She doesn't know what to say. The lack of words left at least five minutes of brooding silence before she spoke up. "I, uh, understand if you want to be alone tonight…" She understood it very well. You were overwhelmed, tired, and upset. It was completely fair if you wanted alone time. That didn't make the idea hurt any less. Wanda had her own apartment and both agreed that neither of you would get keys to the other's apartment until after a few months, but she spent a week straight in yours.

"Please spend the night, I need you." Your voice was buried under the weight of all your thoughts. "You don't have to spend the whole night, but please just a few hours at least."

Wanda's hand was quick to grab yours. Her fingers interlocked with yours and she held on as tight as she could. "I'll be here for you as long as you want me. I promised I'd be there for you through anything and honestly I didn't do a good job at that tonight." The car suddenly felt like a trap. Nothing but metal and uncomfortable plastic that kept her from holding you close the way she wanted to. "You can keep me locked up in your house forever if it'll keep you happy."

"Well, I hope you think my apartment is a cozy prison." You smiled as Wanda walked you through the front door of your apartment and to your bedroom.

There was more silence, but this was comfortable silence. Nothing needed to be said as Wanda carefully removed your clothes and dressed you in pajamas. There was no need to ask for cuddles considering Wanda knew what you wanted immediately. You two laid in the center of your bed underneath the covers. With your head buried into Wanda's chest and legs tangled up, your worries melted away.

Even if Wanda couldn't be there to protect you, she could definitely be the one to make all the hurt go away. The conversation about your relationship with the others would certainly be long, draining, and full of teasing, but for now all you had to think about was the warmth surrounding your entire body. Not even the impending game of reverse human Tetris could ruin your safety.

Only seven words were worthy of breaking the peace settled between you two.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

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Drabble/Hc of reader noming and biting on beefy!natashas muscles or mommy!wandas fingers?

A/N: I wrote out a lil drabble/blurb for you, nonnie, but with both Wanda and Nat <3

Warnings: beefy!daddy!Natasha, soft!mommy!Wanda, puppy Reader being a little menace to Nat's muscles and Wanda's fingers

The first time it happened, your partners eyed you with confusion. They mused that perhaps it was the way in which you came down from your high that prompted you to act in such a manner. Natasha was your primary victim. You only eyed her with droopy, lazy eyes while nearly falling asleep. And yet your mouth never left her arm, teeth softly sinking down as you nommed on her muscles.

You had fallen asleep all naked in her arms as Wanda shared an incredulous look with her girlfriend. The two of them knew of your oral fixation that desperately made you bite anything in sight. You had bitten the edges of tables, books, your phone, and lately it became teethers they each got you, but you never put your mouth on either of them, perhaps Wanda or Natasha's nipples from time to time as you were nursed.

As new as it was, neither of them found themselves minding it.

You spent a great deal of your time sitting on Wanda's lap. "Stay still, baby, and open your mouth for mommy. Time to eat some yummy food," she coos at you whenever you're to be fed. The spoon remained in your mouth for a few minutes as you bit down on it, but found the material to be quite annoying against your teeth. "No biting, little pup. It'll hurt your teeth really bad and make them all icky. Here, why don't you-"

Before Wanda can ever reach out for your teether, you replace the spoon with her fingers. You're all quiet and innocent as you plop them in your mouth. The immediate soothing feeling that comes over you in an instant is worth it. As much as mommy tries to pull her fingers away and keep feeding you, you use all your strength to keep her in place. Nomming on her fingers is your favorite thing, but especially when she uses her other hand to show off her wiggly woos, making you giggle and bounce on her lap at the cute glowing red.

Natasha cares less about when you use her arms. She will be training and you're just there for moral support, not really having much to do around the compound as mommy is busy in a mission, Clint is with his family (meaning you cannot chew on his bow which has way too many bite marks to count), Bucky has prevented you from stealing his arm to nom, and Steve refuses to let you use his shield. Poor Sam has had to hide his gear so you won't bite his wings while Thor does the same with his hammer.

During training, Nat notices how to are sitting there all bored and chewing on your bottom lip. She sighs, smiling, then urges you to come to her. "Here, puppy. Come to daddy."

You are to lay over her back while she does push-ups. Natasha casually lets you nom on her shoulder, giggling so much each time she goes up and down. You joke that she's like a roller coaster and get her to fall after laughing so hard. The two of you spend the rest of the time in the gym messing around, you biting each part of her limbs until Natasha has tons of bite marks to show off along her arms and legs.

You find it difficult to choose between Wanda's fingers and Natasha's muscles at times. You are always to lay sandwiched between the two of them at night, snuggling with a stuffie as they each hug you. Wanda's fingers look so yummy that you casually plop them in your both, alternating between them and nomming on Natasha's arms. Getting to chew on them always makes you calm down just enough to fall asleep.

When they are both away, you end up chewing on all of your stuffies, at least that's until mommy and daddy get you a pacifier. You stop being a little menace running around the compound in search of things to nom on, instead narrowing it down to your pacifier, your teether, mommy's fingers, and of course daddy's muscles.