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All Mine

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Cussing, SMUT 18+, strap-on, mommy kink, choking, degradation, spanking, hair pulling

Summary: Natasha and Wanda are determined to show you who you belong to

Request: Thanks anon for the request, @invictusbabey

Word Count: ~1700

Note: Part 2 of Belong!! I literally suck at writing smut so bear with me please! Enjoy ;) -@wandaromanova for the follow ur my fav | ALSO id love to hear all your ideas for the ending

Part 1

You were convinced last night was a far fetched fantasy.

Reaching around on the other side of the bed, there was no visible sign that the scarlet witch had spent the night in your room.

The only thing lasting was the vanilla sage scent imprinted on your bedsheets and the memories of her crimson eyes flashing dangerously between your thighs. Something you’d definitely be remembering for a long, long time.

You fell back in bed, pulling the duvet back over your body and inhaling the familiar scent.

It was comfortable. Wanda always made you feel comfortable and safe.

Turning on your side, you think about Natasha and the things she made you feel. At a point in time, you were almost sure you were in love with the woman until she made it clear she was only here for the sex- and the sex only. Yet the way she always held your hair back when you were retching into the toilet, the way she discretely dropped off soup outside your room when you were sick; it made you wonder if things could be different.

Before you could think more about it you spotted a scrap piece of paper left on your nightstand, held under by a cup of cold coffee.

You noticed a faint pink lipstick mark on the back, giggling to yourself at the prospect of Wanda giving you the wrong cup. ‘She’s just too adorable,’ you think to yourself while taking a small sip.

Cringing away from the cup, you look inside the mug as if it were poisoned. ‘How much sugar does this girl take in a day?? We definitely have to have a talk about this later.’ Finally, you pick up the note and read it to yourself.

“Morning love! I already know you slept well after last night so… hope you feel well enough to help me out in the kitchen later today. I’ll be back from the grocery store with Vis in the late afternoon. PS. I made you some coffee ;)” You blush slightly at the pet name, you liked it when she called you cute nicknames- amongst others she called you in bed.

You stare at the note for a bit longer, admiring the pretty cursive writing you’d often recognise on the new grocery list slapped on the fridge every week.

Content with the discreet way you fold the note and put it in the bottom of your nightstand drawer, you stand up and stretch before getting ready for the day. You hobble a bit towards the bathroom, noticing a brand new sore between your legs. Never had you had such an appreciation for Wanda’s powers until last night. (Maybe the time she saved your life too but you know whatever.)

You take a look at yourself in the mirror, hair messy and lips swollen. By now you couldn’t even tell which bruises were from Wanda and which were from Nat.

The bell to your room rings and you sigh in frustration. You pray to god that it’s just Wanda returning from shopping when you throw on her oversized shirt laid on the floor and open the door.

Red Hair. Dark red lips. Shit.

You couldn’t even process this information before you were backed up against the wall. Grunting slightly when your back made contact, Natasha’s hand slips up against your throat; wincing when her rings graze the hickeys Wanda left the night before.

She presses her body against yours and you go stiff, feeling the size of her favourite strap on underneath the seams of her jeans. Internally thankful because you didn’t know if you could deal with the idea that Wanda and Natasha used the same strap on you back to back.

“Nat-” Her hand squeezes your throat more and she gives you a menacing smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“You’re in trouble Y/N.”

She pushes you down onto your knees, eyes widening when she unzips her pants and the tip of her strap meets your lips.

Her hands grip the back of your head and slides the toy all the way into your mouth. You gag when it hits your throat, hands gripping onto her waist for support as you try to adjust to the full length fucking your mouth.

She looks down at you with delight in her eyes, taking her bottom lip in between her teeth as she watches you choke on her dick.

Tears start to fill your eyes as she continues to slide in and out of your lips. “Such a good cockslut aren’t you?” she mutters, thrusting your head deeper onto her strap. You nod to her desperately, hands slipping down to grip her silky thighs.

The strap leaves your mouth and you gasp for breath, falling onto the floor between her legs. She pulls you up onto your feet, capturing your lips with her own. You feel your breasts being groped while her tongue explores your mouth, too taken with the pleasure to do anything but whimper against her body.

“No panties? Were you waiting for me to come pay you a visit?” Her hand drops down to your sopping wet pussy, rubbing your mound with two fingers. She leans in beside your ear and bites your lobe lightly, eliciting another gasp from you.

“You’re mine.”

You feel a bit pathetic, your body practically begging for her to give you some release. Yet you still feel a spark of defiance, biting your tongue to stop the lewd noises from slipping past your mouth.

“I’m not yours.”

She lets out a growl, biting on your ear again but harder. The hand from under your shirt returns back to your throat, pulling you impossibly closer to her.

“Then I’ll make you mine.”

Your eyes widen in surprise when she practically manhandles you off the wall and shoves you onto your bed face first. Your elbow hits your nightstand and the coffee Wanda had made you in the morning spills over the sides of the table onto the floor.

“She should’ve never touched you,” you hear her snarl angrily behind you.

The bed dips and she’s straddling your thighs, the tip of her strap touching the top of your ass. You groan and try to grind your core into the bedsheets, needing any kind of friction on your pussy.

Her hand connects with your ass and you yelp in surprise, unable to move from the position she’s trapped you in. “F-fuck! Nat-”

Another slap followed, making you call out her name again. She grabs your hair and pulls your head back, leaning down beside your ear once again. “You know what to call me, slut.”

She spanks you again and you let out a loud whimper to her satisfaction. “Mommy!”

“You want to be mine Y/N? You wanna be mine and mine only?” You let out a hum of agreement eagerly, only for her to pull your hair back even further towards her.

“You’re going to have to use your big girl words, honey.”

At this point you were desperate for her touch, pride was the last thing on your mind now. “Please mommy! Please make me yours!”

You could almost hear her smile in delight as she pushes her full length into you. Gasping in pleasure, she pushes in and out of you at a fast pace- not letting you adjust to her strap.

“Look at you,” she murmurs in your ear. “So pathetic and needy for my cock.”

Bucking your hips up against her strap, you beg her to go even faster as you near the edge. “God- Please mommy! I promise I’ll be good for you! P-please!” She groans in effort and fucks you even harder.

She looks down at you, tears streaming out of your eyes and mouth wide open in euphoria. Soon you see stars in your eyes, nails dug into the sides of your pillow. You feel yourself getting close before releasing- shaking beneath the black widow.

Her strap continues to enter in and out of you, before pulling out completely. You whine at the absence, turning over to see her smirking at your desperation.

Natasha flips you so that you’re on top, eyeing your swollen pussy hovering above her strap. “Ride me whore, I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson well enough yet.”

Wanda scoffs when she sees you.

You can’t meet her eyes when she tells you to help her cut the carrots laid on the chopping board. Instead, you just nod silently and make your walk of shame to the counter.

When she’s busy tending to the soup you sneak a glance at her, admiring the way her hair falls down over her jumper perfectly. An apron tied tightly around her, suddenly you regret not going grocery shopping with her in the morning. Kind of.

You go back to chopping vegetables, mind wandering back to the last time you and Nat were in the kitchen together alone.

Some time passes before you’re spun around quickly and lips smothered by Wandas.

Letting out a sigh of relief, your hands circle around the back of her neck. Your heart flutters when she pulls away and rests her forehead against yours, looking into your eyes.

“Please be mine,” she says quietly.

Her hands cup your face and she closes her eyes, trying to capture this moment in her heart forever. You sigh and pull away from her slightly. “Natasha’s going to know-”

She cuts you off by kissing you again, speaking against your lips desperately.

“I don’t care, let her know. I’m all yours Y/N.”

#mine #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff smut #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #fanfic

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Belong

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Bit of smut (18+), Cussing

Summary: Everyone in the compound knows about Natasha’s possessive claim on you except for Wanda. (Well she does, she just doesn’t care.)

Request: Nope! but requests r very open feel free to send

Word Count: ~1700

Note: Randomly thought about this. English is not my first language whatsoever so please have some patience with me! I’m trying to practice English and I tried my best. Enjoy!! -I have part 2 in mind if anyone wants it

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Belong

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Bit of smut (18+), Cussing

Summary: Everyone in the compound knows about Natasha’s possessive claim on you except for Wanda. (Well she does, she just doesn’t care.)

Request: Nope! but requests r very open feel free to send

Word Count: ~1700

Note: Randomly thought about this. English is not my first language whatsoever so please have some patience with me! Enjoy!!

Part 2

“Morning.”

You look up and smile at the redhead that seemed to be occupying all the space in your mind lately. “Hey Nat.”

She places her arms on the counter, bending over so that her best assets could clearly be seen. You gulp involuntarily, watching her intensely as she brushes a strand of loose hair behind your ear.

The way she held your face and stared at you could almost be described as romantic. Almost.

You opened your mouth to speak but was cut off quickly by her thumb brushing lightly across your bottom lip. She leaned in conspiringly, blood red lips that constantly haunted your mind at night getting dangerously close to your ear.

“My car. 15 minutes.”

With that she stood back up and smiled sweetly at you. The look she’d give her targets before brutally beating the crap out of them. (Hot.)

You could spot Natasha’s car from a mile away. A bright red lamborghini that was most definitely borrowed (or stolen) from one of Tony’s many garages. The way it caught people’s eyes as they walked by, hints of jealousy gleaming on their faces; it reminded you of the looks Nat would get when walking through the midst of a lively party.

Pulling on your hoodie strings as an effort to hide your face more, suddenly you wished you brought your mask to protect yourself against the stares of agents wondering what you were doing in the compound parking lot looking like an embarrassed drug dealer.

As you near the car you try to glimpse into the tinted windows to see if your secret lover had arrived early, only to be met with your own reflection in the window.

Tugging the door handle softly, the door opens and you get a view of the sleek interior. But that was the last thing on your mind, considering Natasha was sitting in the driver's seat with a smirk that made your legs feel like jelly.

“Need a ride?”

You slip into the backseat concealing a grin at her cheesy pick up line. “Keep saying things like that and I’m getting out of this goddamn car.”

She looks at you with a smolder through the rear view that could only be described as searing. Once again you felt your legs wobbly even when sitting down, a heat in your abdomen area that was making you more uncomfortable by the moment.

Taking off your hoodie as slowly as possible, you see her stare at your exposed midriff while crawling into the backseat to join you. She slips her arms around you, pulling you in close despite the confined space. Your lips meet in a heated rush, gasping when her hand snakes around your waist and grabs your ass.

She takes this as a chance to deepen the kiss, her tongue dancing with yours as you surrender yourself to the moment. She blazes a hot trail from your lips down your neck, and you loll your head back as her mouth reaches your aching core.

“Nat!” you moan loudly as she pulls down the waistband of your shorts and licks a stripe up your folds. You feel her chuckle to herself, tongue vibrating against your sensitive clit as you buck your hips against her on instinct.

She continues ravaging you, leading her on with your breathy whines and desperate pleas. “So.. needy…” she groans between your thighs.

You grip her silky hair with both hands, pleasure coursing through your body when she moans at a slight tug. “Mm!” you try to bite your tongue to no success as she continues forcing noise after noise out of you. Inserting her fingers as well, you could feel any self control you had in the past few minutes dissipate into thin air.

“N-nat, slow down-” another loud cry escapes your mouth as she does the exact opposite of what you told her. You were almost sure everyone in the parking lot could hear you being railed senseless, face heating up even more at the thought of one of your friends listening to you get dominated completely in the backseat of a car.

She curls her fingers and you feel yourself become undone, arching your back and crying out her name fully in euphoria.

You feel her smirk against your lips when you pull her against you desperately, kissing her like there was no tomorrow.

Her hand cups your cheek before trailing down toward your chest and squeezing your breast, other hand returning back to your core. “I don’t think I can-” you’re cut off by her fingers inserted into your mouth, gagging a bit when she forces them a bit deeper.

“You don’t think you can..?” she whispers teasingly into your ear as you writhe beneath her from the pleasure. Suddenly the fingers in your mouth recede, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look into her eyes. The way she’s looking at you almost seems like pity, leaning even closer towards you as you feel her breath on your lips.

“Oh honey… I’m not even close to finished with you yet”.

It felt like everyone at the party could tell you were walking with an awkward limp.

Hickeys lined across your collarbone, suddenly you regret wearing such a low cut dress to Tony’s stupid party. You remember the last time Sam pointed out the marks across your neck in front of your friends, face flushing as everyone started giggling at your clear embarrassment. You also remember rather clearly telling Natasha to go easy with the marking tonight, but she never listens.

‘Not to me anyways’- you think bitterly, watching the redhead chat animatedly to Bruce from across the room.

As much as you enjoyed licking your wounds at Natasha’s neglect, you also equally enjoyed the outfits she put on before every outing. (And taking them off after.) The scarlet cocktail dress hugged her tightly, showing off the daunting curves that commonly lead men to their timely demise. The dangerously low neckline teased the top of her breasts, especially when she fingered it flirtatiously in front of whatever lucky guy she picked that night.

You tear your eyes away and take another swig of vodka- wouldn’t be soon until another partygoer offered to buy you a drink anyways.

‘I wonder how she’d appreciate it if I started flirting with every guy and girl that came up to me’. You roll your eyes absentmindedly and turn back towards the bar, continuing to take sips of your drink in the corner of the room.

Your train of thought was interrupted with a gentle hand placed on your shoulder. Hope lit up like a beacon in your mind, thinking Nat had finally cut the bullshit and came to take you away from this snoozefest of a party.

Instead you see Wanda.

Suddenly all thoughts of the Black Widow slipped from your mind as you tried desperately not to let your eyes slip down her body and the tight dress that adorned it. Instead you trail down her face, from her pretty green eyes to her signature pouty lips pulled back in a smirk.

“Y/N”, smile faltering slightly when she sees Natasha’s claim written all over your neck.

You quickly put down your glass on the table and give her a hug, pulling her in close to you. She gasps lightly as you trail your hands up her sides, stopping at her shoulders. “I missed you”, you utter in a low tone- brushing your thumb under the strap of her dress.

She flushes red and mumbles a small ‘I missed you too’. You think it’s cute. Too cute.

You tilt your head in amusement when her hands tighten around your waist, a determined look fixed on her face. She leans in to whisper in your ear.

“In fact, I’m willing to show you how much I missed you”.

Before you get the chance to tell her yes, you’re dragged out of her grip roughly by another hand on your wrist.

You see Natasha before you, eyes clouded with jealousy- gripping the living shit out of your poor arm. You tug your arm back and roll your eyes at her antics, muttering a sarcastic ‘thanks’.

She grabs your hips forcefully and brings them to meet her own, looking at you through her eyelashes. Another antic you recognised her use against her targets. At this point you wondered if she was on a mission to seduce and kill you- it was certainly working.

Wanda places her hand back on your shoulder and tugs lightly, giving Natasha a sickenly sweet smile that quite frankly scared you a bit. Maybe turned you on a bit as well.

“She’s busy.”

You push Natasha off of you, falling back into Wanda’s toned arms. “Yeah, I’m busy.” She looks at you with a stunned expression, eyes filling with confusion as if you just told her you were pregnant. (Lord knows the looks she gives you sometimes make you feel like you are.)

Wanda’s hand slips in yours, efficiently pulling you away from the red head and out towards the exit.

As soon as you enter the elevator you’re pushed against the wall, her leg slotted in between yours. Your lips meet and you gasp for breath when her knee inches up towards the place you need her most.

“Friday go to- ah- my room please”, she licks the spot on your neck where she left a hickey, leaving featherlike kisses beneath your jawline.

“Of course, shall I drop you to your room as well agent Maximoff?”

You’re left breathless when she lifts her head up and looks directly at you, her hooded eyes covered in lust- and something else you didn’t even wanna consider in the moment.

“That won’t be quite necessary Friday.”

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Birds of a Feather

Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Wanda has made sure the town of Westview is her secluded little haven. But not everything can be paradise. She’s not a stranger to getting rid of things that she doesn’t care for. So, when she meets her neighbours across the street, Wanda finds someone worth keeping inside her sphere of influence but also tempting enough to take back out to reality.

[Set while Vision has fucked off and Wanda is having a breakdown™]

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. Dubcon, domestic abuse, somnophilia, manipulation, hostage situation, Stockholm syndrome, fingering, oral (f!reader receiving), strap-on, overstimulation, praise kink. DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THIS IS TRIGGERING FOR YOU. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

Notes: Well, I’ve gone and done it now. This is just the start of opening a can of worms. There could be a part two or three, we don’t know yet 👀 but this can be read as a stand alone. Reminder that you can block this tag if you don’t want to see my dark fics: mm.mydarkfics

Safe readings & enjoy!

Translations: miláčik - Honey

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After the snap

Summary: Wanda was snapped away. You, on the other hand, remained and had moved on. You moved out of the country, started a new job, and had even gone on a few dates. Then everyone came back and suddenly a familiar witch was knocking on your workplace door.

Pairings: Top!Wanda x Reader

Warnings: dark!wanda, oral (r receiving), strap, public sex, posessive wanda, mummy kink

You’d long put away the shield (so to speak) and were at a point that going back to everyone just seemed so jarring. Maybe you didn’t want to believe it wasn’t true. After five years of grieving, of building a new life, and suddenly everyone’s just….back.

Wanda was back.

You knew it was wrong to have not contacted her. For her, it must seem like yesterday that you were whispering your plans about eloping, but that was five years ago. You moved on. Found someone else. She was nice, sweet, normal. She worked as a custom officer but she could spend hours and hours talking about all these topics that fascinated you.

She also was very predictable and normal.

Admittedly, your relationship hadn’t quite been defined. You suspected she was seeing other people, keeping her options open, and you weren’t sure how long you two were going to last but you were enjoying the time that you had together.

On top of that, you had a job at a bookstore that paid your rent. Sure, it wasn’t as flashy as it was back then but you liked being surrounded by all the books, some new and some falling apart. You spent a lot of pride restoring the latter in the back. You never had much of a chance to read before everything happened, your life was mostly spent trying to make sure everyone didn’t die.

Your abilities were healing based and that was more useful than you had initially thought when you first met them all. In fact, you thought you were awfully inadequate compared to people like Steve Rogers, Thor and Wanda Maximoff. But your time was kept filled to the brim.

Your only time to relax was your time with Wanda.

It had started off innocent enough. She used to stay with you after you finished up in the medic bay. She’d have dinner with you. Admittedly, you were pretty sure she didn’t have many other friends in the complex. Then it grew until she was fucking you every chance she could get. How else would either of you relax?

But that was a long time ago. You were done with that life. You weren’t the same person anymore. You ran and started a new life and not even the idea of Wanda could make you go back and maybe she was just that–an idea.

You were confident none of them would find you. Natasha couldn’t. You knew she had been trying to track you down like she had for Clint but no one came knocking on your door. So if they couldn’t, you were pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to find you either.

You’d just closed shop, the sunset streaming through the shutters covering the windows, and were taking stock. It had been a quiet day, but it was always quiet on a Tuesday so you had easily reached the predicted quota. The one downside was your boss, but he was only around once a week.

He was the kid of some millionaire who was trying to be hip and all that. So he opened some urban bookstore but he was too busy partying to actually stay on top of the business. Which is fine-you liked that arrangement. You’ll keep the shop running and he’ll never be up in your business. It worked without a bump in the road.

You were nearly done for the day, all you had to do after was–

The bell attached to the door trinkled. Someone had walked in. It was nearly half past, well past closing, so surely your boss would understand if you told whoever it is to leave. You were behind the shelves, you couldn’t see who had walked in. They weren’t making a lot of noise. Some people just had that soft touch, usually women.

Coming out to the front, your mouth already opening to ask them to leave, your words died in your throat.

Wanda.

Your eyes were frozen on her face, her eyes, those big doe eyes that always drew you in. She was smiling, an expression full of relief, and she was taking you in, grazing your body, before she moved forward to close the distance.

You stepped back.

Frozen with the air changing. Heavier, like you could feel the gravity pulling you down. Her light, happy, expression melted off and confusion replaced it.

“Wanda,” you said, wanting to cut her off, you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t listen to her. She’d want you to come back. Five years for you, a few days for her. “You shouldn’t be here.”

You may as well have slapped her.

“Shouldn’t be here?” Wanda repeated and you closed your eyes. For the first time in years, you heard her voice. That voice that whispered to you in your dreams. A voice you thought you could hear every time you were alone. “I think I’m exactly where I need to be.”

When you opened your eyes again, you jumped, she was right there. You didn’t even hear her footsteps. “Wan–” you began but then her lips were on yours, her tongue sliding into your open mouth and you grunted in shock. You didn’t kiss back but you didn’t push her off either. You froze. You let her tongue be pushed down your throat as her hands slid onto your cheeks.

Her thumbs beginning to rub small circles into your skin pushed you back into action, your hands going to hips to shove her off you hard enough that she stumbled back a few steps.

“Wanda, I can’t,” you hissed out. “It’s been five years. I…”

“Why aren’t you happy then?” Wanda asked, bewilderment splashed across her face and almost instantly did guilt wash through you. Like you were betraying her somehow. “I was gone for five years, and now I’m back. Why didn’t you come back? Surely, you didn’t move on that easily?”

With that, the guilt was gone.

“Easily?” You hissed out, your hands balling into fists, “don’t come into my shop and–”

You stopped. It was no use getting angry. Your sentences always fumbled into one elongated word that no one could ever understand. “You have no idea what the five years have been like,” you snapped and she tilted her head, just slightly, but enough that a cold chill went down your spine. “You shouldn’t have looked for me. I’m not interested in going back to the avengers. I moved on.”

With that, you turned on your heel to go behind the desk, tapping away at the register. Maybe if you ignored her, she’d get the hint and leave.

“So you developed an attitude?” Wanda remarked and slid her hands into the woollen cardigan that...you knitted her. You frowned when you made the connection. You spent hours labouring away at it. It wasn’t that good, the colours were awful, but she rarely took it off. “Seems we have to start at square one again.”

You frowned. You seem to be doing that a lot. You could already see the wrinkles beginning to form on your forehead. Why wasn’t she listening to you? “I’m seeing someone,” you blurted out as the cash register popped open loudly and Wanda’s face went blank as she registered what you just said. “A girl. She’s nice.”

You weren’t sure if you just signed this girl’s death certificate.

You kept eye contact with the Sokovian and even when her face morphed into a cold fury you hadn’t seen since the civil war. Her expression was tight and it almost looked like she was trying to hold herself back.

“I see.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered after a moment, “I...I know this can’t be easy for you either. I know it must seem like last week that...well. You know. I just...that life is over, for me at least. I hope you can understand.”

Wanda was silent. She was being too silent. She didn’t say anything, she stood there watching you, and you were too nervous to say anything else or make the next move. Maybe, hopefully, Wanda wouldn’t even say anything else, just walk out. Resent you for the rest of her life. It was better that way.

Instead she walked around the register and your heart dropped to your stomach.

“Wanda-”

“Shut up,” she hissed, her hand whipping up to grab your jaw. Your hands shot up to her wrists and she dragged you forward, closer to her face. “Do you really think I’d let you give up on us this easily? That I’d let you whore yourself out to some girl off the street?”

You didn’t say anything but your glare said enough.

“I trained you so well. I spent years breaking you in, years loving you, and you treat me like this? Like I’m just some common bitch you can throw onto the street?” Wanda’s tone didn’t match her words. Her tone was soft, almost a coo, sounding more disappointed than angry. You almost wished she was more angry than disappointed.

Her lips were on yours again and her hand moved to the back of your head, her teeth biting down into your lips and you groaned at the sharp pain, giving her entrance back into your mouth.

A hand went down between your legs, rubbing, and you instinctively opened your legs. Your body remembered her. Remembered her scent. Everything.

Wanda hummed in approval and soon you were being pushed onto the counter. She broke the kiss, pulling back to look down at you, her hands beginning to rub the inside of your thighs. “Just one night,” she whispered, her expression already having smoothed out, as if that kiss, your touch, was all she needed. “One night with me and if you still want me to leave by the end of the night...well, I’ll leave you alone. Forever. Even if you change your mind. Even if you come crawling back, begging.”

You doubted her. Something in the back of your mind didn’t believe her. On anything. You were pretty sure she wanted you to beg. Your hands were shaking and you gulped. Everything about this reminded you of when you were last happy. Like you were back in the avengers tower where nothing was going wrong.

Her lips were on yours again and her hands soon began to pull at your skirt, ripping them off you with ease, to find nothing but your bare cunt for anyone to see. You jerked up when her hand slammed against it, slapping it. Once, twice, three times, four. “You dirty little whore,” she whispered, “you let anyone and everyone see this, didn’t you?” She slid a finger into your folds and your bottom lip trembled.

“Wanda…” you whispered, feeling your own walls beginning to crumble. Maybe one night wasn’t so bad. One night. One indulgence.

“It’s mine tonight,” Wanda confirmed before suddenly her hands were on your waist and flipped you around and your stomach slapped onto the desk, taking away your breath, leaving you gasping. “You said I didn’t know what happened. In the past five years. You’re right, I don’t, but you’re going to tell me. Tell me everything I missed. If you leave anything out, and I know when you do sweetheart, I’ll stop. Understand me?”

“Yes,” you breathed out as you felt her mouth in between your legs, her tongue lapping at your clit and your back arched as you tried to push more of yourself into her. Soon, it started spilling out. What you did the first few months, how you struggled to get out of bed, how you travelled the world. Therapy. Everything. Her tongue didn’t stop, in fact the more you spilt, her tongue sped up, making you wetter and wetter by the second. “I couldn’t get you out of my head,” you mumbled by the end of it, “I found her. She was everything you weren’t. Mundane. Boring.”

Your stomach was tightening, that tempting release building and building, so expertly brought on by the way Wanda devoured you, the way she breathed onto your throbbing clit, the way her tongue teased your gaping entrance. When you stopped, she pulled away and you bit down onto your bottom lip to stop yourself from cursing.

“Such a good little whore for me,” Wanda purred, her hand falling in between your slit to rub your clit and the moan that left your mouth sacrificed any and all self respect that you might have been clinging onto. “This is where you belong isn’t it? Bent over for mummy. I treat you so well, don’t I?”

Two fingers dipped into your already gaping entrance pushing them in and out. “I think you deserve a little reward,” Wanda hummed out, “for being so honest with mummy.”

You didn’t have much long to prepare before you felt a strap push into your entrance and you gasped in a sharp breath, your eyes bulging and your body pressed forward. Wanda didn’t push into you completely, only pushed the tip in and out, focussing on the one area.

In truth, that was worse than if she shoved into you completely. You were forced to focus on that one area, not get that relief if she were to push in deeper, and it was as if she was grabbing at every inch of your mind, forcing you to feel nothing but that tip dipping in and out of your body.

“Tell me…” she whispered, her hands coming onto your waist to grip them, nails digging into your skin, “tell me where you belong, baby girl. Who you belong to. Look at you, five years without me and you still get so wet for me. I go in so easily. Don’t worry, baby, I’m not going to leave you again.”

“W-w-” you choked out and you took in a breath, trying to contain the moans slipping out of your mouth, “you said one–”

Her hand slammed down onto your bare ass and you jerked forward. Still, she didn’t go deeper, didn’t give you what you wanted. Still, you didn’t verbalise this. Your skin was stinging and your fingers reached up to hang onto the edge of the desk.

“Answer my question, don’t make me treat you like a common whore,” Wanda hissed, pulling out completely just to thrust back in, shoving more of the shaft inside of you, ripping your walls open, but then she pulled back to just the tip again.

Then the doorbell rang again and it was as if someone poured a bucket of ice cold water all over your body. Your vision was already blurring by this point but you could see her outline, the blonde hair, standing at the door.

Wanda slammed into you, bottoming out, and a scream shot out of your lips, whilst her hands were in your hair, pulling your head back until your neck was straining. She could see your face, see every expression you pulled as Wanda began to fuck you without restraint.

“If I were you,” Wanda’s voice broke through your moans and screams, icy cold and calm despite the way she was beginning to thrust inside of you, “I’d leave and never come back. If you knew what was good for you, you’d wipe my girl from everything. Phone, address, memories.”

You couldn’t hear what she said, you could hear her voice, but unlike Wanda, it was all a garbled mess. Even in this state, Wanda’s words were in absolute clarity. You watched her leave. The door clicked shut and you swore you could see red mist at the door, locking it.

Wanda bent over you, pressing down onto your back, lips pressing against your neck, sucking and nipping, her hips still pushing inside of you, pushing you closer and closer to an orgasm that was tightening at the base of your stomach.

Then her movements slowed until she was completely still, her strap still inside of you, your walls wrapped around it, clinging to it.

“Much better, just us,” Wanda whispered as she nipped at your earlobe and you moaned. “You take my cock so well, don’t you? No, I couldn’t dream of letting you go, not when you’re such a good girl for me. I’ll take you with me and I’ll give you the life you want. A normal life, where no one will ever hurt you. You can read all you want. Forget the world outside. Just us two, together.”

“Mummy,” you whispered and you could feel her body vibrate as she hummed in approval. “Mummy, please.”

“Tell me where you belong,” she whispered back as she began to move her hips again.

“With you, mummy, under you. I missed you so much,” you whispered, “I belong to you. I always have.”

“I know, sweetheart, I know you did,” Wanda whispered before she stretched up and her hands went to your elbows, pulling you up from the table before she began to rail you. Sharp thrusts, slamming into you again and again, and tears began to burn the back of your eyes as pleasure began to roll through you. “You're going to cum for me like a good girl. Then you’re going to lie on this table to wait as I go pack your bags. You live above this, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, mummy,” you choked out as your orgasm was already threatening to flow through you. You could feel your own juices dripping down your thighs and you knew that your boss would be walking in to find an absolute mess.

“And then we’ll leave. Together.”

“Together.”

It wasn’t long until you felt like you were choking on your breath, your stomach twisting and churning, your legs trembling, and it was Wanda keeping you up. Otherwise, you would have collapsed onto the table, even the ground.

Soon, you felt it. Felt that blissful euphoria that often put you to sleep wash over you in intense waves that made your toes curl. Wanda was laughing, quietly, as she felt you come undone around her strap. “That’s it, baby girl, let it all go. Good little whore.”

She slid out of you with a pop and you groaned, the disappearing sensation already sorely missed. “Mummy, please, I still need you…” you mumbled, your words drowsy and reality was folding inwards around you as you felt your body hit the table again.

“I’ll be back, in just a moment,” Wanda whispered into your ear before her warmth disappeared and you could hear her moving through the store and up the creaky stairwell. Then your eyes slid open and you took in a deep breath as you began to move. Pushed off the desk, your legs sore and shaky but stable, and you looked for the skirt, long discarded. You knew you only had a small amount of time before she realised or, god forbid, heard you. Pulling the skirt up you grabbed only your wallet, didn’t even dare grab your phone and risk being tracked. You can get a burner if need be. You knew it’d be difficult, if she found you here, then she’d be able to find you wherever you went but...maybe she’ll give up.

You didn’t go through the front door, not with the bell, but there was a small door leading out to the back. Your footsteps were silent as could be, and your heart was beating in your chest. One wrong step and she could hear you. You could hear the banging doors, even her humming, but she didn’t stop.

Soon, you were in the back alley, with nothing but overflowing bins and a motorbike there. Yours. The only thing you kept from Stark. Faster than anything you could buy in a store. You hated riding with a skirt, let alone with these shoes, but what choice did you have?

You only had so much time to run.

#not mine #wanda x reader #dark!wanda maximoff

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F-R-I-E-N-D-S

Summary: When you think you have something with Natasha, she makes it clear it’s not what you think. You prove her right.

Pairing: Natasha x Reader; Wanda x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, vaginal fingering, strap-on sex, oral, choking, verbal degradation, mommy kink, praise kink, rough sex, voyeurism

Words: 2,148

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⚠⚠Do not read if you are less than 18⚠⚠

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#not mine #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda x reader

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recyclablewipes · 3 years

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between exes.

pairing(s): wandanat x fem!reader

a/n: i know i planned on posting this within the past two weeks, but then school and election anxiety hit me like a truck. i still have election anxiety because of the fucking lawsuits, so let’s just hope tr*mp really is a broke bitch and can’t afford to keep pushing them. anyway, i did it i did it i did it.

summary: (college au) you attend one of tony’s infamous parties with your friends. although you were hoping for some action, you ended up getting a lot more than you’d bargained for.

warnings (18+ only): the tiniest bit of angst, wanda and nat going back and forth the entire time, smut, dom/sub elements, mommy kink, verbal humiliation, praise kink, edging, choking, slapping, spitting, strap-on use, oral sex (r giving), thigh riding, vaginal fingering, overstimulation

words: 4.4k | marvel masterlist. | navigation post.

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#not mine #wandanat #shitt

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recyclablewipes · 3 years

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best shit i ever read in my life 😩

rose tinted glasses masterlist.

marvel masterlist. | marvel headcanons. | nav post.

pairing: dark!wanda maximoff x fem!reader

total word count: 13.8k (completed)

summary: summary: wanda’s lost everything she’s ever loved, but she’ll go to any length to make sure the same doesn’t happen to you.

warnings (18+ only!!! minors dni): each part comes with an individual set of warnings, but proceed with caution because this is a dark fic. if this contains material that you are not comfortable with, please skip over it.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ part one.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ part two.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ part three.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ part four.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ part five.

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to whom it may concern

tear gas

background

tear gas is not a gas, it’s a kind of powder that clings to ur skin and clothing. it affects ur eyes and ur respiratory system. tear gas cans have different levels of toxicity, and the ones used against civilians are the lowest, but u should never trust a cop with ur safety

countries might have different policies about it, but common (rarely followed) protocols include:

tear gas canister must be shot at the air, not directly at civilians

police must announce they will gas the place before shooting a can

lethality

people with respiratory problems should be thoroughly careful as death may ocur in a matter of hours exposed to it

others with no problems might experience fainting

have in mind the long lasting effects of this chemical weapon have not been registered yet

protection

thick face mask (the type made from a paper-like material) for a short period of exposure or low toxicity

proper gas masks with mixed filter against organic vapours and acid gases + particles

goggles (like ski masks or to go swimming)

if the gas mask doesn’t cover your entire face/doesn’t have a proper grip, u need to wear a bandana or a piece of clothing under it

do NOT use vinegar

do NOT wear makeup, creams or sunscreen as it worsens the effect on ur eyes

treatment & prevention

cheap: mixture of 90% water + 10% baking soda, apply on the nose, rinse ur mouth with it, pour it on the eyes (closed) and wait a little while before blinking repeatedly

effective & cheap: boil a pot of water with laurel leaves (the kind u use to cook) until water turns brown. apply on nose, rinse mouth, pour on closed eyes and blink repeatedly. more effective as preventive measure (soak a piece of clothing and hold it against ur mouth/nose or tie it around ur head)

other: maalox antiacid

u can bite on a lemon for the effects to go away, but it would only last once ur away from the gas

do NOT run or get agitated, walk fast and watch where ur going. be calm, be mindful of others suffering the effects of the gas around u. help each other. contain each other

sneeze, cough, spit and blink as much as necessary until u’ve recovered

aftercare

tear gas clings to ur skin and ur clothes, so try to get the least amount of skin exposed. do NOT touch ur face (eyes, mouth, nose) with ur hands or ur clothes after u’ve been exposed, as the particles of the chemical will once again hurt u

u can wash ur clothes with baking soda, but the chemical might still remain (so dont take that forever 21 dress to a protest)

do NOT shower with hot water, as it re-activates the chemical. u dont have to use ice cold water but regulate the temperature carefully

neutralization

baking soda + water mixture in a big (6lt) reusable water bottle (some people add shampoo). u must wear heavy face protection and wielding gloves to manipulate the tear gas canister, grabbing it quickly from the floor and then cover the bottle as fast as u can once u put the can inside. it takes a few minutes to put off.

important: keep the canister, dont throw it away. when u’ve gotten to safety take a picture of the labels and information on the can, as it details the toxicity and precautions. make sure to check the protocols in ur country and report any misconduct.

not recommended: if u do not have the proper equipment to handle a tear gas canister, throw or kick the can against the police who shot it. watch them suffer. absolutely not recommended i do not support this u should never :-)

pepper spray

background

pepper spray isnt a gas either, the particles get under ur skin and stay there for a very long period of time. it obstructs ur respiratory system and blinds u for hours. if u see a cop walking around with a long canister in their hand, do please please get away and warn others.

lethality

death has been registered on asthmatic people

no long lasting effects as far as i know

protection

there’s nothing that can really prevent the effects of a pepper spray attack. it will cling to whatever u have on though, so the more covered u are the less particles will reach ur skin.

milk: magnesium milk is more recommended (u can buy it in a drugstore) but regular milk might work as well. it can lower the effects of pepper spray but it wont stop it. it relieves the effects after u’ve been attacked, but depending on how exposed u were. it leaves white stains on the skin and clothes.

aftercare

tear gas will worsen the effects, so if ur attacked with pepper spray u must get away immediately

if u are hit directly, in close proximity, u need to be taken to a hospital asap

it will burn ur skin and ur throat, u will feel hell on ur skin, but do not cry. remain calm. u need to know this will be over in a few hours and u will have no long lasting effects

the hospital may release u once u’ve recovered sight, but ur skin (especially ur hands, as u use and move them the most) will still hurt from time to time. sink the affected areas in a mixture of water and dish soap repeatedly and fast for 10-15 seconds

do NOT put any creams or lotions on

throw away the clothes and belongings contaminated with it, but be careful and mindful of the animals and homeless people who search for food in the trash, they dont deserve to suffer the effects of this weapon just because u are lousy

pellet shots

lethality

u will not die of a pellet shot wound, but if it lands on ur eyes u will be permanently blinded as the eye injury is irreversible

at the hospital they might have to give u vaccines

sometimes doctors are unable to remove the bullets and, depending on what it’s made of, u might suffer the effects of contamination

have in mind they can land anywhere, even ur face, and the removal is painful and excruciating

if ur shot in a non threatening part of ur body it will hurt like hELL, but u can still walk around just fine

protection

wearing jeans or windbreaker fabric will lower the speed of the shot, though it will still injure ur skin

anything from tin pieces to wood will stop the bullets. u can make a shield out of stop signs or cable satellites antennas

if u have a shield with u, it is ur responsability to stand in the front and protects other

for the eyes: safety glasses/goggles with ANSI z87.1 or z87+ standard are the easiest and cheapest to get, but military standard MIL-PRF-31013 is more effective. be sure to check the item actually qualifies legally for the standard

extra

water tank: throwing rocks at it only works if the door is open and u can aim at the cops inside. be careful since they might mix water with other chemicals (like caustic soda, which produces burns in the skin and vomit) and are more likely to use disposed water. depending on the type of tank it might actually hit u so hard u fly out of ur shoes, so be careful

laser pointer: u can use them to block cops’ vision, it will save lives

arrest: if u are being arrested and u are alone, or all the people u are with are being taken with u, yell ur full name so the people watching (probably recording) can have proof that u have been detained and ur family and friends can find out

recordings: dont post ur recordings on social media, as it can lead to the arrest of the people in it (or at least blur/cover their faces). it is important to have footage of the events to help the victims injured or abused by cops though

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