#but as much as i love this movie they did wanda dirty

[therealdisneyfan2319]

Watching Multiverse of Madness whilst I finish this fic because I am a SUCKER for unhinged, evil, blood-covered, MILF Wanda 🤤

[bucky-barnes-lover]

Kinktober day 11: Public sex

Fic: Bucky Barnes

Warnings ⚠️: Public sex, Dirty talk, 18+ SMUT!!

W.C- 1229

"Happy Halloween" greeted Pepper as I walked through the large brass doors, into the compound. "You look amazing," I exclaimed, admiring Pepper's pirate outfit. "Are you kidding me? Have you seen yourself?!" She questioned taking in my outfit. "You look gorgeous. Bucky is gonna love it!" Pepper exclaimed, leading me through, to the hallway.

"I knew Buck wouldn't be able to keep his hands off me all night, so I went with the sluttiest Harley outfit I could find" I laughed off. "Well, I thought something similar so I did the same with Tony. He hasn't seen my outfit yet so I'm a little nervous," she replied.

"Have fun Pepp's, I'm gonna go look for Nat and the others" I said as we made our way into the bar room.

After searching around the party for a bit, I eventually found Bucky playing a game of pool with Steve and Sam.

"Hi baby" I greeted him,

"Hi doll, you look great tonight"

"Thanks, you look sexy" I replied, eyeing his brand new Joker outfit. (His new favorite movie.) "You boys look great too" I said to Steve and Sam complimenting their Men in Black outfits. "Thanks" they replied in unison.

"I'm going to go look for Nat and the other girls"

"Okay, I'll see you later doll" answered Bucky. I walked over to the bar and found Nat, Maria and Wanda wearing matching Alvin and the Chipmunks costumes while chatting about their latest mission. "Hey y/n. You look absolutely gorgeous!" Exclaimed Natasha as I made my way towards their seats. "Thanks girl, you three look so cute" I replied.

After a couple of drinks and conversations with the agents, it was time for the costume presentation. Everyone went up one by one, everyone else casting votes for the best dressed. Clapping and cheering echoed around the room as Tony walked up to the stage. "Welcome to the best Halloween party you will ever attend in your life." He started with. I rolled my eyes, knowing he would say something so cocky.

"I want to start by thanking everyone for being here, I've seen some amazing costumes and I've had some great conversations tonight. But it is now time to announce the winners of the Costume Competition. The winner for the best couples outfit goes to… Y/n and Bucky Barnes for their Joker and Harley quinn outfit"

Clapping erupted from the audience of where Bucky and I were standing, as we made our way up to the platform to collect the gift basket, full of Candy and Cute decorations and accessories that no doubt Pepper put together.

Tony continued his speech as Buck and I exited off the stage. "The winner for the best Group outfit goes to… Thor, Valkyrie, Steve, Sam and Jane for their Men In Black outfit." Tony continued, "And the Winner for the best outfit overall, goes to… Yelena Belova, for the Regina George outfit.

I must say, I've seen some very creative outfits by far. Thank you everybody for coming out tonight, Enjoy the rest of your evening"

As the presentation ended and everybody went back to their pool games and drinks at the bar, Bucky walked up to me from where he was at the front, chatting with Steve.

"You should've thought about wearing longer shorts,doll. You know I can't keep my hands off you all night, yeah." He whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine.

"Oh I know." I replied with a smirk.

"That's why I chose this outfit"

"Really? Well then I better put your dirty thoughts to good use" Bucky continued. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my ass, I knew neither of us would last long but I continued playing it dirty. "Well if you like me in this outfit so much, why don't you fuck me in it?" I questioned, knowing my innocent stare and pouted lips would work on him.

"If we go so hard at it, I may as well put a baby inside you" Bucky laughed off, though I knew he was serious. "Then let's get the fuck out of here and I'll let you put a baby inside me!" I exclaimed, grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the party. "Where are we going doll?" Bucky asked as we ran through the hallway.

"The bathroom" I declared, enthusiasm creeping into my usually relaxed tone. I had to admit, having sex in a place where we could get caught excited me. Although I'd never tell Bucky about it otherwise he'd take me in every single public bathroom we passed by.

As we entered the bathroom, I ran across the rows to check no one was in the stalls, before hopping onto the counter top. Bucky stood in front of me, pants already half pulled down and his erection free. Grabbing my hips, he pulled my shorts down and without thinking twice, ripped my panties off.

"May I?" He asked politely, receiving a small nod from me. Inserting a finger into my entrance before adding a second one. My soft moans echoed through the bathroom as I felt Bucky's warm breath on my neck. Sucking on my sensitive areas as he rubbed my clit with his thumb. Still thrusting his fingers in and out of my soaking wet cunt. "Bucky, please just fuck me properly" I moaned as I could feel the sensation building up inside me.

Within seconds he was inside me. His huge cock stretching me out. "Oh Bucky" I moaned as he thrusted into me slowly. "Babydoll, you make me feel so good" Bucky moaned as his thrusts became faster and faster. Suddenly we heard a door slam down the corridor and somebody walked right by the bathroom door. A wave of panic ran through me but excitement took over the feeling. I giggled as I realised Bucky had stopped his movements. "C'mon Buck. It's just a door" I smirked at him.

Continuing our session, We both became more and more impatient. "Bucky, harder!" I exclaimed as I felt him hitting that same spot over and over again. "C'mon doll. When you're ready just go for it" He replied, a pleasing expression on his face.

Before long I had come undone under his touch, him cumming right after.

The wonderful feeling washing over me, as my muscles relaxed. "Hello?" Asked somebody from outside of the room. "Is everyone decent so I can come in?"

He asked as he knocked on the door.

"Give us two seconds will you" asked Bucky as he exited my pussy. Leaving an empty feeling inside me, causing me to only want more.

Aggressively he pulled up his pants and got himself dressed before handing me his button down shirt, which I conveniently tied around my waist as I no longer had underwear.

"All good" I yelled at the man waiting outside. To my surprise Thor walked in, looking as white as snow. Clearly confused and disgusted by the situation he had been caught up in.

Bucky and I left the bathroom and the compound before Thor could spread the news about us. "When we get home, I will fuck you so hard, you won't remember your own name" Bucky said to me as we walked towards the car. "Sure" I smirked at him in the reflection of the car window, "As if"

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I freaking pray u guys like this, bc this took me like 5 days to write 😳🙃

[fluffyfantasticducky]

The Sound of Love

☆ Pairing: Loki x Mutant!Reader

☆ Synopsis: Loki now an Avenger, is quite the reclusive and introverted member in the Avenger's compound and for someone who likes peace and quiet, it's ironic how smitten he is for the loudest member of the team.

☆ Word Count: 5,207

☆ Notes: Loki is smitten flirty ler. Reader is a mutant with hypersonic voice. This had been in my WIPs for so long, but I finally have some time off 😭 enjoy.

☆ Warnings: Anxious Reader, insecurities regarding voice and brief weight insecurities are mentioned. I am a sucker for opposites attract so the reader is a stereotypical sunshine happy go lucky.

Being an Avenger was interesting on its own, periods of strict dieting, rigorous training regimes, public events to raise public morale, testing out technology, political meetings, missions that lasted days or even weeks. Now, when you were, not only a former enemy, but the enemy, the original reason they came to exist… Well, it made it all more difficult to just do anything outside of the tower.

It made Loki concerningly reclusive. At first it seemed convenient, people were scared of him, so him wanting nothing to do with the outside seemed like a fair exchange, the facilities had everything needed to survive anyway. But it was only a matter of time until it became concerning.

So, Thor started doing his best to drag him along to his patrols and visits to town. Which helped getting less dirty looks from people rather when he tried going alone. But Loki always found a way to escape back to the compound and cut his visits to the town short.

But things changed the day he met you.

And Loki was not particularly one to fawn over mortals like his brother whose line of lovers could fill countries, not even over another god. While Loki had a fair string of lovers behind him, none ever really meant much to him or lasted much for that matter.

But you… you had something different. You were everything Loki found annoying. If there was a list to thing that got on Loki’s nerves, you may have as well checked every little box. You had a strict moral code and mawkish righteousness like the super soldiers, you had a strong temper and were very vocal about the things you did not stand for like his brother, you had a bubbly personality and enjoyed teasing and joking (almost flirting) around like Stark and the Falcon did and given your powers you tended to be quite loud. And somehow, despite all those things that could drive Loki mad, he was completely smitten. Which was probably the most infuriating trait you had.

Being placed together, Loki and you seemed to be like night and day at first instance. Loki noticed how you always seemed to be in a good mood and never denied anyone a nice chat, while you practically had to beg Loki to engage in conversation and even still, he’d seem rather bothered by being interrupted. You were always doing something to help around the quarters like doing extra dishes, cooking snacks for everyone, or wiping dusty furniture when you noticed something was dirty while Loki spent his free time with books are maybe an old movie when he felt like agreeing to enjoy human culture. And while you enjoyed reading as well, while Loki liked reading in silence you usually heard music earphones as you wagged your leg along the beat as you devoured books beside him.

“Hey nerds,” Sam stepped in the room. “We’re going dancing tonight, you two coming?”

“I’d rather—”

“Oh, which club?” you asked excitedly.

You had a way of peaking Loki’s interest when you spoke like that, your enthusiasm was terribly contagious, but he was too proud to do anything but pretend he was still focused on his book.

“Nat and Wanda wanted to take their men dancing.”

“Oh, so we’re staying home tonight?” you smiled.

“Do you think yourself capable of convincing Banner or Vision of socializing in a big club?”

“Hey, no judging. Besides, it’s more fun like that, we get to choose our own music.” You smiled brightly, you always seemed to have something nice to say about everyone. “Which conference hall are you gonna use?”

“2C, at 9 pm.” Sam grinned. “I take it we’ll see you there, mockingbird?”

“Yeah, should I wear something in particular?” you asked.

“Oh, how about that something se—”

“Sam, you finish that sentence and I’ll glue your upper arms to your chest.”

He wasn’t one to agree with the other Avengers, but that was something he wouldn’t mind seeing. And Wilson didn’t take it personal as he just laughed and left.

“Are you joining us, Loki?” you asked.

“I would rather stay here and finish my book” Loki smiled. “You go have fun though, darling.”

“Oh… b-but it won’t be as fun without you! Please, please, oh please!” you had your fingers tangled in a praying gesture and you were making the biggest pleading eyes he’d ever seen.

You were unfairly cute, but the power of persuasion you had over him was even scarier than the one from your mutation.

“Yes, of course” he sighed. “Thor would be upset if I keep passing up on your silly group bonding activities.”

You had tackled him in a couch in a bright hug as you thanked him over and over as your cheek squeezed his own, even pressing a sweet kiss against his cheek.

Between such affection and getting to see you dance all night was the most delightful way to spend the night he could think of. Next chance he’d even dance with you. Because he didn’t want to make the mistake of not dancing with you when you invited him ever again. Not that he minded watching you dance the night away.

And your singing, Norns, if you weren’t talking to anyone, you were always singing at least in a mumbly manner. Loki wondered how you could never go hoarse.

Every time you sung Loki’s heart fluttered. There was no right that your singing did the things it did to him. But he couldn’t help but swoon every time you did. And people were starting to notice. Karaoke nights were particularly interesting.

“The little mortal has a lovely voice, right?” Thor nudged him while you were on their improvised stage with Wanda, singing to Dance with Somebody.

“It’s good” Loki shrugged, trying to play it off.

“Yes, you seem to be enjoying it...” Clint said making a mocking dreamy face with along with an over dramatic sigh.

“Leave Rudolf alone,” Tony said.

Loki arched an eyebrow. Stark wasn’t the kind to be mediator when teasing took place, much less when he was tipsy like this.

“Being absolutely smitten over a human must be damaging enough to his pride.” He snickered.

Banner and Rogers just smiled amusedly, meaning Loki was not gonna get any back up from the more level-headed Avengers. Not that he expected it.

“You’re all delusional idiots.” Loki rolled his eyes.

But his attention was snatched back to the stage when you reached a high note. You had a good technique, your mouth opened wide with a smile as your voice reached a volume high enough that you broke Tony’s wineglass.

At this point, it was a normal occurrence. Everyone still remembered that they had to replace the old crystal dome on the recreational room with fortified polymer “soundproof” windows from that one karaoke night when they had you singing Dream On, the fact that no one left that night with permanent hearing damage was almost a miracle.

This time you didn’t seem to even notice the casualty of Tony’s glass, as you and Wanda kept jumping and dancing around as you sang happily with your friend. Loki could feel the heat creeping up on his cheeks as he saw how happy you danced around, and he could suppress the smile.

It was funny really, how much his mother would scold him growing up for being so impatient with Thor’s loud a boisterous nature just to end up falling for someone who was exactly that, maybe even worse. You had a lot of energy which was good because you always pushed yourself in training, but Loki never expected to be so drawn to someone like you. You shone like the sun itself, and being a frost giant like he was, it seemed almost dangerous to fall for you.

“Loki, Loki, Loki!” you jumped on the couch next to him, “Look, Loki!”

Ah, that was another thing, you had a tendency to say his name a lot. You were what Midgardians described as hyperactive, but his name was something you repeated a lot more than any word, and more than anyone else’s.

“A cardboard box?” he smiled. “What’s so exciting about that?”

“Oh, haha” you rolled your eyes, “My package arrived!”

You gave him a pleading look and he smiled. At this point it was almost a ritual, you got a delivery and you rushed to Loki for him to open it with a dagger he’d summon. Which had also started a game.

“What’s your guess, darling?” he smirked as his hand sizzled with his Seid.

“The silver twins daggers, I mean one of them, but you get it” you said firmly.

It was that simple, he had such a wide and vast collection of daggers that whenever you needed him to use them, you’d have to try to guess which one he’d summon.

Most of the time you’d lose give the odds were at least 50 to one, and it didn’t help that honoring his title, Loki would change his pick last second if you ever got it right. But today he was in a good mood, and soon he was wielding one of his silver daggers, it felt weird wielding the left dagger on his right hand, but your excitement to see you had got it right was worth it as you fell back to the couch with a “WOOO!”

“Oh, congratulations little canary” he clapped.

“You’re becoming predictable, Loki” you smiled.

“Oh, is that right?” he grinned as he reached to poke your side making you squeak.

“Would you rather admit that I’m getting to know you better?” you smiled.

“Loki don’t quit your dreams as an Avenger, you don’t have much future as a harlequin” he chuckled.

“Oh, I don’t know, I’ve made you laugh, and not everyone is as tough of an audience as you are.”

He just chuckled as he opened your package for you. It was two pairs of headphones.

“Another one?” he smiled. “Do you break them that often that you need to be in constant state of purchase? And what do you need the extra set for?”

“You say it as if I just compulsively and irresponsibly bought headphones!”

Loki arched an eyebrow and relished the fait blush on your cheeks.

“I re-sell the ones in good state” you mumbled.

“Right, whatever you say. That’s why you got two pairs.”

“No, uh... this one’s for you.” You smiled as you handed him a pair, “They have better Bluetooth range, the battery lasts longer, the headband is adjustable, and it blocks outside noise.”

When you handed him the pair, he got a better look at them. It was pitch black, and on the driver, it had a little golden sticker shaped like his helmet, he shifted it and the gold shone green. It was still weird how ever since Thor let his story be known people had become more accepting of him, especially people who knew that the Mad Titan was a monster had even come to support him, but the concept of merchandising his image for admirers to show their preference for him was still new to the former prince.

But the present was very pretty, almost as the little mortal gifting it.

“Thank you” he said a bit more softly than he intended.

“It’s no problem,” you tucked a string of hair behind your ear in a way that made his heart flutter.

“This will help me have a reason to not hear Thor’s drunk singing the next Barton drops by with beer.”

You let out a shy laugh.

“A-Ah… no, it’s for me actually” you said, “well, because of me, I mean.”

“You? What could I possibly need to avoid hearing you for?”

You shrugged.

“Thor mentioned a while back that you thought I was too loud.”

“He did?”

Oh… Oh that imprudent, bumbling, traitorous, airheaded, twisted oaf. That’s NOT what had happened. He remembered that conversation like it had been yesterday.

“Loki, there you are!” his brother had called him.

“Where else would I be?” Loki asked tiredly. “It’s too early.”

“Ah, I see the young mockingbird has kept you awake again” Thor said noticing the mug of coffee on his younger’s brother’s hands.

“We stayed up late talking, yes” Loki yawned. “Where she gets so much energy from is beyond me.”

Thor just laughed.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this brother, it’s a welcome change, for sure, but an odd one.”

“What do you mean?”

“The little Midgardian has you completely enamored” Thor grinned smoothly, “I didn’t think she’d even be your type.”

“She’s… certainly different from what I’m accustomed” Loki agreed. “I’d dare to say he’s more rambunctious than you are. But she’s honest and strong-willed, a combination I didn’t get to see much of.”

Loki could only roll his eyes at previous relationships, because of his status he’d be greeted with two approaches: either partners who feared his rank and power and would submit to his will for fear, or even worse, leeches that would use him as a steppingstone to get to power (or get close to Thor). After a while Loki just gave up and played along treating every lover like a casual affair and soon move on to the next thing.

You, for once had no interest on royalty besides movies, you absolutely adored helping Thor prepare for dates with Jane which mean there was no interest. And you had no reprieve on giving Loki a piece of your mind when you felt he deserved it.

He smiled.

“She stayed up singing until late…” Loki mumbled, mostly for himself.

“I think it’s great.” Thor encouraged him. “When are you asking our little singing bird out?”

Loki chuckled, it was amusing to see how much better Thor adapted to Midgard expressions and idioms.

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen, brother” Loki said with the hint of a sad smile. “You said it, we’re not exactly each other’s types.”

“It’s true you’re quite the somber one, brother.” Thor teased him. “And our little mortal canary is always loud and bright.”

“Thing I would not and do not tolerate from anyone else” Loki said looking at his uproarious brother. “But she would find me rather dull.”

He never said he found you annoying, quite the opposite. But he could only imagine what his brother had done. He’d seen it far too many times back on Asgard.

When Thor, Volstagg or Fandral wanted to flirt they’d have this ridiculous approach of sending another one of them to mess with the girl they wanted to impress, annoy her into flirting. All harmless fun and always careful not to actually disrespect the maiden in question but Loki still found it annoying and like Hogun preferred a calmer style for the first approach. At least it was funny to see their strategy blow up in their face and more than once get a slap in the face.

Thor must have gone to you and mentioned that Loki thought you were too loud to tease you on his behalf. Not keeping in mind that you were not Asgardian which meant you were not accustomed to their harsher approach, and much less that despite loving to sing you were profoundly conscious about your voice’s volume. Loki had always been very careful about pointing out when your power made you too loud. Gently placing a hand on your thigh to calm you down when you got overexcited and therefore loud.

And yet, despite all of Loki’s effort to make you feel comfortable around him, here you were, with a timid smile with the most thoughtful gift to push Loki away. Thor could officially be crowned as the worst wingman in history of all Nine Realms.

He sighed.

“Dear heart, I don’t think I need this” Loki said gently, “Not for the reason you think, at least.”

“I just thought you could use not hearing me blasting your eardrums when you’re reading” you joked, but the tone of awkwardness was palpable.

“I’d be willing to risk that if you’d believe me, I don’t truly mind hearing you sing” Loki chuckled.

“But my voice… And music taste…”

“Are both beautiful,” Loki interrupted you, “and no one has a wider range of music in the entire Compound. Which I recall someone scolding me for not expanding my horizons to human music.”

“Ah… well, yeah, but you can always get that from the others, oldies from Steve and Bucky, rock from Tony, pop and electronic from Pete, and when Quill and the Guardians you can hear 80’s—”

“Dear, you’re very optimistic I can actually stand anyone you mentioned” Loki laughed. “Not everyone has your luck.”

“And no one else here likes—”

“Aaah!” you shushed him covering his mouth, “We agreed to never talk about my sins. It’s our secret.”

The look you gave him was threatening but sharing a secret with you was exciting and heartwarming. More because it was the most harmless secret, but you still got embarrassed about it, which Loki found beyond endearing.

“Oh, really? I very clearly remember hearing you singing to the top of your lungs this very week to it.”

“Shhh” you whispered as you fought a giggle. “We don’t talk about that, only you get to know.”

“Good to know I’m so special” Loki chuckled.

“You were a happy mistake” you said squinting your eyes in joking manner. “But if anyone else finds out I’m strangling you.”

“What’s the expression you mortals have…?” Loki smirked, “Don’t threaten me with a good time?”

Your cheeks turned hot pink as you smacked his arm with a laugh.

“You’re pain in the ass” you laughed.

“Well, I certainly appreciate having some influence on your backside.”

You let out a screech as you began smacking his arm with a bright blush on your face. But as he should’ve expected your screech was loud and made Loki wince a bit.

“Ah… Sorry” you said as the mumble returned to your voice. “See? That’s what the headphones are good for.”

Loki scowled with a huff.

“Alright, that’s enough.”

Before you had time to ask Loki had thrown you over the ottoman and with his knees pinning you by the shoulders and his feet stuck under the ottoman so there was no force on earth moving you.

“Uhh… Lokes? W-What are you doing?” you asked nervously.

“Testing how loud you can really be.”

What do you— Pfft!”

Loki didn’t make you wait for an answer (or to finish your question, that is), and he began slowly dragging his fingers across your ribs in a maddeningly gentle manner. And it wasn’t like your thin t-shirt didn’t do much to protect you.

You clenched your jaw as a big grin appeared on your face.

“Pfft! L-Loki!” you snickered.

“Yes, little dove?” Loki asked innocently.

Loki kept gently dragging his fingers across your torso, slowly tracing his fingers up and down your sides and ribs, in circular motion across your armpits and spiraling onto the center of your tummy.

All you could do was smack his legs as you tried to free your arms and kicking your legs on the air and your cheeks puffed with your jaw clenched as you did all you could to not burst out laughing.

“L-Loho— Loki please!” you looked like you were about to burst. “I’m behe— I’m begging you. D-Don’t!”

Loki just chuckled.

“Darling, I have not even started the real fun” he grinned deviously, “and you already look like you’re gonna puncture your own lung. Just laugh already.”

“I cahahan’t” you whined between the strangled giggles. “It’ll huhurt yohohou!”

“Beautiful little bird,” Loki smiled, “it’d be impossible for you to hurt me.”

He noticed the pretty rosy blush on your cheeks, and he relished the way you got flustered at his teasing. Loki simply chuckled and squeezed your ribs, now poking your ribs, drilling his fingers between each rib. Growing up both as the God of Mischief and with Thor as his older brother, he had come to know first-hand what kind of tickles were better to make someone laugh to insanity.

And that you did.

Your face was already impossibly red in the face, and giggles were already slipping out, so the poking were just the last straw that made you finally crack up. And you burst into loud laughter and crazy squirming, kicking your legs against the ottoman, arching your back and tugging against Loki’s hold as he tickled you to tears.

“LOKI! HAHAHAHA! W-WAIT! WAHAHAHAIT!” you screeched.

Loki winced a bit at your superhuman volume as a smile formed on his face from both pride from making you laugh and the endearment of your laugh on its own. Your pretty laugh only being further motivation to tickle you more.

But he decided ease off the tickling as he just stopped poking your ribs to gently scribble your ribs in light feather like touches. But by now your defenses were shattered to pieces and you kept giggling in soft wheezing giggles. He simply wiggled two fingers on each side as if he was striking chords of his old lyre.

“Oh gohohohod! How is thahahat so bad?!” you giggled in between hiccups and soft wheezes.

“I don’t think it’s that bad, you’re just that ticklish” he chuckled softly. “Look at you, you’re wheezing.”

“Hehehe! I’m not!” you hiccup. “Lohoki!”

The way you laughed out his name made Loki’s heart flutter in his chest. Your voice got high-pitched and wheezy in a way that was awfully adorable and it urged him to give you the biggest hug and cover your face in kisses and beg you to be his own.

“Loki! I'm gonna gehehet you back for this!” you screamed in a fit of laughter. “Stohohop it!”

Loki grinned without relenting just a bit, simply leaning into your ear.

“Oh, is that so? What makes you think you can get me, little dove?” he chuckles as he gently traced his fingers over your sides. “And do you assume you can get now, or at some later point when you are not trapped and helpless under me? Because all things considered...that sounds like an empty threat… my dear.”

The self-satisfaction in his tone was infuriating.

“You’re all mine to toy around with right now, little robin…” he said in an almost flirtatious tone.

“N-No! Loki! Don’t you dare!” you squeaked out.

He looked you in your eyes with a devious sparkle in his eyes, those same eyes Loki did whenever he got you involved in a prank that would most likely get both of you in trouble, and he smiled.

“I think, my darling…” he whispered softly, in a way he knew his breath would tingle against your skin. “I very much dare.”

And with that his gentle and nimble fingers reached your stomach, giving it a lot of gentle pokes and scribbling all over the skin poorly covered by your thin shirt with his blunt nails.

He knew that among the long list of insecurities you had, your stomach was high up there, and so he knew certain touches would make you uncomfortable, so he kept his eye on your face, paying extra reactions to see if any touch made you upset. But you seemed more focused on the sensation he inflicted on your sensitive skin, and your expressions didn’t reflect any sign of distress.

“Lohohohoki! Stohohop that!” you giggled.

“Aw… is it too much for you?” he grinned cheekily. “You’re quite the delight to torment though, and I wonder… just how would you manage this sort of attention… on the other areas you were ticklish upon.”

As he spoke he lower his hand to drag his fingers over your waistline from side to side in a maddeningly slow manner. The look of shock on your face was priceless.

“LOKI!” you cried.

“Oh my, my, little sparrow, are you ticklish here too?” he chuckled in an almost innocent tone as his finger slipped past your shirt as his nail scraped lightly over the ticklish spot.

But he did slow down, not enough to make it all stop, but enough to make you go back to soft laughs.

“Hm…” Loki looked at you, pretending to be in deep contemplation. “If I didn’t know you any better, I would dare to assume you are enjoying yourself.”

Loki had seen others in the compound tickle you before, he had tickled you before, and it was noticeable enough that you didn’t seem to mind the playful attention, given you hardly fought back or protested when.

You let out an outraged before a squeeze to your hipbones made you burst into giggles after a clearly involuntary snort that made Loki laugh.

“Oh, no witty back talking?” Loki chuckled.

 “Ihihihi! I’m gohohonna kill you!” you threatened him.

“Will you now?” Loki arched an eyebrow. “And how do you intend to do so?”

Rather than having a verbal response, he felt ticklish squeezing over his thighs and above his knees that made him jolt and bark out a laugh. It was enough distraction to make him stop for a moment, and he saw that little triumphant glint in your gaze.

“That was very very bold of you to make an attack like that...” he congratulated you, his tone menacingly impish. “But so far I had been gentle.”

And with that he shot his fingers onto the exposed hollow of your armpits. You immediately lose it when his fingers reach and tickle your underarms, immediately exploding into loud laughter once more.

“NOHOHOHO! NONONONO! LOKI, LOKI PLEASE! NOHOHOHOT THERE!” you squealed. “NAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHAHAHA! PLEEEEHAHAHAHAAHAHA!”

Your voice turned loud, and the walls literally shook around the two of you. But Loki was unscathed, perhaps a bit stunned by the strength of your voice, but he didn’t relent on the tickling.

“Well, that’s cute… but just for your information…” he smirked in a way that, had you been able to see through your tears of laughter would’ve made you weak in the knees. “I am not afraid of your ticklish little fingers.”

He chuckled again, as his fingers wiggling more sporadically, almost vibrating against your skin. You let out a blood curdling scream before your laughter turns silent, your face is red like a tomato and tears just kept streaming nonstop down your face as your body was shaking like a malfunctioning machine, your entire body language making evident that you need a break.

Perhaps that was a good sign that he had to stop. So, he did.

He raised his knees so you could slip your arms from under his legs, and you immediately pressed them against your chest, laughing silently prey of a giggle fit in a state of euphoria.

“Did I just...go too far?” he asked with a sheepish smile. “...I think...I may have gone too far, I apologize if… if I... I— hmpf!”

Before Loki could register what had happened, you had cupped his face and your lips were against his.

It wasn’t exactly the way Loki had pictured kissing you, and by all the Nine Realms had thought about it quite in detail. But this was… quite different from what he had fantasized. Your faces were upside down one from another, and it had happened so fast that you had just got Loki’s bottom lip at first impact, and he had been caught completely off guard.

But oh Gods… this topped every scenario he could’ve mused. Your lips were soft and smooth, and the taste of you… Norns, it was intoxicating, and it made him feel light-hearted, instinctively making close his eyes as melted into the kiss, leaning over to get a better taste of this paradise he had just encountered. He mimicked you as one of his hands reached to cup your cheek and caress it with his thumb.

Who knows how long you were like this, but it was certainly not enough.

But when you broke the kiss the look in your eyes was of shock and terror as you cupped your hands over your mouth.  Again, not what he would’ve expected. He had not got any complaints in his past about his skills, so he was certain he was not a sloppy kisser to be the sole cause of that expression.

“I— no... I didn’t… I uh… I’m sorry…” you mumbled. “I— I wasn’t, oh no…”

“What are you apologizing for?” Loki asked, as he felt anxiety starting to bubble on the pit of his stomach.

“I— I’m sorry… I don’t know what came over me…”  you stuttered and stumbled over your words, “I w-wasn’t thinking… I just… I felt giddy and… No… no, no... I’m sorry…”

Loki felt his brain throbbing inside his skull as you kept sputtering apologizes. A million thoughts rushing over his mind every fraction of a second. Did the kiss meant you liked him? But if you liked him what were you apologizing for? Or did you like him but not enough? Were you aware of all the feelings you stirred in him? Was this a cruel joke?

Before he realized what his body was doing, he had already smashed his mouth onto yours once more.

He wasn’t sure why he did that. Maybe desire. Perhaps just the panic of thinking that could’ve been the last time he tasted something quite as ineffable as you ever again and he refused to give it up so soon. Or he could simply have gone mad. Whatever the reason, he just prayed you didn’t hate him after this.

But to his surprise, you kissed him back, and he felt once again that peculiar wave of peace and simultaneous thrill running through his veins. Now pleasantly complemented by your fingers running through his hair, making him turn into putty in your hands. This time the kiss lasted much longer than the first.

Not that it left Loki quite satisfied… yet.

“S-So… Do I take this as a good sign that you maybe, sort of, kinda like me too?” you asked timidly.

Loki could help but laugh at that.

“I will dare to say so” he rolled his eyes, unable to hide the smile on his face.

“And that we could do that thing again… t-the kissing?”

Norns, his heart was gonna beat out of his chest.

“I would like that” he smiled.

You pressed your lips against his and that rush of excitement ran through him once again. Loki felt your lips buzzing as he heard the muffled laughs through the kiss, it made him laugh as well.

“What’s so funny?” he chuckled.

“Nothing” you giggled, “I just feel your smile.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I feel your smile curled up in a smile.” You explained. “It feels… nice.”

His cheeks lit up and he just shook his head with a smile before diving in for another kiss.

You were right, you could feel the other’s smile when you kissed. How did Loki never notice a detail as simple as that? It felt so lovely. Even more with the little hum-like muffled laughs bubbling from your throat as you kissed. Hearing your happy nervous laughs through the kiss was the loveliest sound he had ever heard.

| Masterpost |

[billybangbang]

The Grave Cleric

Butcher x Supe!reader

The Grave Cleric:

Gods of the grave watch over the line between life and death. To these deities, death and the afterlife are a foundational part of the multiverse. To desecrate the peace of the dead is an abomination. Followers of these deities seek to put wandering spirits to rest, destroy the undead, and ease the suffering of the dying. Their magic also allows them to stave off death for a time, particularly a person who still has some great work to accomplish but cannot stave it off forever. 

Imagine Butcher with a Supe that hears voices. You are sort of a Banshee, who feels when someone is about to die or the feelings and struggles of others. Imagine like a Lydia Martin/Wanda Maximoff/ Helaena Targaryen kind of character:

You would live an isolated life once she manages to get away from Vought and their scientists. 

The Boys would go to you for help and she would try to get rid of them. However, they pull you into their shit and you would get overwhelmed with being around so many people in New York, unable after such a long time in isolation to block out the noises of other people. 

You would brush up on other people while walking by and get this awful feeling like something is about to happen. It would be too much for you and you would freak out, getting a panic attack. 

Butcher would not know what to do at first. But take you by the arm and guide you out of the crowd into an alley. “Hey, look at me luv, would ya’?” You would try to breathe in deeply, covering your ears, shaking. “I can hear them. I can hear them all, they are screaming.” You would pull away from Butcher, holding your head shaking back and forth, pressed against the dirty alleyway wall. “I can’t! Make it stop. Please make it stop.” You would sob. “Look at me, sweetheart, just look at me.” He would step closer to you. Trying to calm you down but not knowing how. Through your tears you would look up at him. “Just focus on me.” He would step closer, putting a hand on your shoulder. You would lean your head onto his hand on your shoulder. “That’s it. Concentrate on me, would ya’. Ain’t that better now.” You would feel his warmth. Slowly you closed your eyes, breathing in slowly, and reaching out to touch his heart. You felt the steady beat. Thud, thud, thud. Your breathing evened out. The voices are getting quieter. Finally, you managed to block out the voices, slowly you looked up at him. The sadness in your eyes struck a chord in him. He slowly pulled you to him. Wrapping you completely in his arms, caressing your back. 

Ever since this incident you would reach out and hold his hand whenever you got overwhelmed, concentrating on him. It would help you quiet the noise and overtime the feeling of his hand in yours became your biggest comfort. Butcher was surprised himself that he was so accepting of you as a Supe. But he soon realized you two were so similar. He too had voices in his head, and sometimes they had a hold on him. But just like you he found comfort in you being there.

The boys would shoot Butcher a smirk the first time they saw you two hold hands in the crowd. You had not seen it and Butcher shot them all a glare to make sure they did not dare to say some dumb shit. He was not in the mood to punch someone but he would. 

Slowly the hand holding became cuddling on the couch while watching a movie. Then holding each other after a nightmare and over time not just when one of you had a bad dream. 

Never had he imagined he would come to love a Supe.

[itskattkm]

New York New Rules Pt. 4

Warnings: Violence, Trauma, Fluff, maybe Smut, mental health, blood

Summary: Y/N meets the survivors of the last events in Woodsborrow and gets on Ghostface's list. But there is also a darkness in Y/N wich path is she going to choose

Female Y/N x Tara Carpenter

Sorry for bad writing. I'm using a translator and hope you guys can enjoy it. Also, this is going to be a slow burn

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,

I'm 11 minutes away and I have missed you all day

I'm 11 minutes away, so why aren't you here?

I think I missed you callin' on the other line

I'm just thinkin' all these thoughts up in my mind

Talkin' love but I can't even read the signs

I would sell my soul for a bit more time

You stain all on my body like you're red wine

You're the fuckin' acid to my alkaline

Stupid. Frail. Perplexed. Fearful. Offensive. Sharp and Hurt

„Y/N you rather feel nothing again" I said to myself as I stared at the ceiling of my room. I've probably been lying here for 15 minutes because 11 minutes ran at least three times in a row. In fact, this was one of my favorite songs. But why actually? I know that I have a feeling for the darkness. But why were pain and suffering so self-evident for me? No matter which movie I watched or which series. My darling was always the villain.

There are really people who just hate them because they have the title of villain. But why are they trying not to understand? What about Katherinen Pierce from the Vampire Diaries? This woman suffered and that only because she wanted to be loved and loved? She lost her family. Her child and was hunted for centuries. The man she loved hated her and didn't believe that the love between them was real. Maleficent... rejected and hunted because she was different? Kylo Ren, Star Wars... who let a big wait on his shoulders... not to forget that Luke wanted to kill him. Wanda Maximof... one of my favorites. What was wrong with creating your own world in which you could be happy? Especially if you had lost everything you had left.

Was I the evil one? Did I want to be the bad one? Sometimes I'm not sure but the feeling I felt when Tara looked at me and asked where I was during the attack... I won't forget this so quickly because at that moment I felt like one of the bad guys. But I also felt misunderstood.

Did Tara hate me? How did Tara think about me in general? Since I've been friends with Mindy, I've met her maybe five times. And we didn't talk much to each other. Most of the time our conversations were about the university. I tried to get closer to her. However, I always had the feeling that I was always failing with her. One second I thought I had full self-confidence but then a look into Tara's eyes and my brain shuts down. I had really never felt something like that before. Especially not towards a woman.

I always stayed away from relationships or physical contacts. As soon as it went in this direction, I always pulled back and hid in my bubble. However, there were days when I would have liked to go to the next bar with my dirty thoughts and have been looking for someone for a hot night.

But as I had analyzed myself so far and with the help of Dr. Stone, I knew what my problem was.

The music in my headphones stopped. I looked at my cell phone and saw that my alarm clock that I had set after talking to Sam was now active.

Should I? Shouldn't I?

"Fuck it," I said to myself and made my way to the Blackmoore. I would prove to them all that I am not Ghostface and if they do not meet me then I will also permanently delete these people from my life.

Slowly I played with the ring on my finger. It wasn't special. I didn't like fancy jewelry either. But this ring carried good memories with it and that's why I always wore it with me. When I saw the carpenters and their friends in front of the Blackmoore, I hesitated slightly. Everyone was sitting on the benches of the university and Mindy seemed to be holding a monologue. She was the only one standing in front of them and gestured around like crazy with her hands.

"Why am I doing this to myself?" I asked myself desperately and approached the group. Drier than I thought, I said "hi" when I entered the inner circle and drew all attention to me. There was a free place next to Quinn, so I sat down with her just as she opened her mouth but Tara was faster and said "you came?" I avoided her gaze and looked coolly at Mindy who looked at me with pinched eyes " Y/N Perfect timing..."

Mindy went to explain the rules and that we were in a franchise. I really famous myself to listen to her, but the voice in my head was too loud.

Don't look at Tara. You must never look her in the eyes again. Is she looking at you? Are the others watching you? Do the others know what happened at the police station? Do they know about my state of health? Did they thought I was Ghostface?

"Am I gonna die a virgin?"

Wait a minute? My full attention was back. I looked at Ethan and then at Mindy.

"Weird overshare but that brings us to our current suspects. Ethan! A shy dorky guy who no one suspects because he's so shy and dorky"

So I wasn't the only suspect? I felt a slight feeling of relief.

" Quinn! The sexy sluty roommate"

Quinn looked at Mindy slightly irritated

"Sex positive but thanks?"

"How did you come to live with Sam and Tara?" She asked but Sam answers "we put an anonymous ad online"

And Tara replied "and her dad is a cop"

Mindy took a step towards Tara and said in an aggressive tone "and that makes it more likely that she is the killer because having a cop that is a great cover! Do you not remember how this movies work Tara?!"

Now Mindy gave everything. That reminded me too well of the many discussions we had about movies. Then Mindy even suspected her own girlfriend. Like wow… this whole thing was really serious.

"Never Trust the Love interest..." she said coolly and her look was serious. Suddenly there was a tension in the group. That sounded pretty deep... I mean in the first stab film it was also the love interest, among other things.

"Y/N!" Mindy called and smiled at me dirty. I sighed, pinched my eyes briefly and looked away from the group but Mindy came one step closer to me. "my dear friend Y/N... you are also new to our group," she began.

Did she say group? What did she mean by that? Was I part of the group?

"As your best friend, I know that you are going to therapy"

Oh no Mindy, please don't. Not again. Not again. Why me? Why?

"But you never told me why you are going to therapy... would you share the reason with us?" I avoided her eyes and looked nervously at the floor. My heart was beating so fast that I felt the pulse pounding in my ears. Again I played with the ring in my finger "Mindy she doesn't have to tell us anything..." said Tara after a short silent, low-key.

Surprised, I looked at her and our eyes met.

Relief. Relief? RELIEF!!! The first word that went through my head. Did Tara just defend me? Why had she done that? And there she was again. This gentle darkness, and the little white lights, like a light at the end of the tunnel that rested me to tell me here you are safe.

Stop it. I tore my eyes off her and stared at my ring. "okay then tell us at least where you were during the attack..." I looked at Mindy "home... and you are welcome to ask Maria when I entered the building and when I left it last. As I know her, she can even tell you the exact time" Mindy nodded in agreement to me, she knew Maria "okay. Good alibi. Nevertheless, you are suspicious. You don't like to socialize and maintain the good girl, reading books and sitting at home image"

Confused, I looked at Anika, was that something good or bad?

Anika said "that's not fair, if then we are all suspects, including you"

Mindy agreed with her and said to Sam "especially Sam" confused I looked to Sam, I had the feeling of not knowing something and because of the looks of the others I could see that I was right.

After that, I turned on the conversations of the others and tried to look at everyone unobtrusively. I started with Quinn. Quinn's emotions were neutral in order not to be completely present. Anika seemed very calm and attentive. Sam seemed tense. Chad hmmm I don't have to worry about him, he was fully focused on taking notes. I wanted to skip Tara and see Ethan directly, but our eyes met. Had she been watching me? After not even a second, I broke off the look of contact again by looking at my ring. Suddenly Quinn got up, then Anika moved to Mindy. The group disbanded.

"We have to stay together, that's the only way we are safe and can rule out who the killer is," said Mindy, "you could all come to us" said Sam and now also stood up.

Did she mean me with everyone, too? How exactly did they think of all this here now?

Confused, I asked her as if I hadn't even been present at Mindys Monologue "I don't… wait, I don't look through. What's the plan now?"

Chad replied when he got up "we're going to Sam and Tara... stay together... and try not to be killed" he didn't give me more information when he left. Chad, were you serious? Confused, I looked after the others when they were almost gone.

And then I suddenly noticed a person next to me. Before I could turn around, there was a hand on my right forearm. And then I was back in the tunnel... tried to get to the light. "Come to us tonight and we can tell you everything," Tara whispered to me, slowing down my nervous pulse. I could listen to her for hours when she talked to me like that. It was so reassuring. Warm. Pleasant. Right.

Her eyes fell on Sam when she nodded in agreement with Tara "maybe you can bring another pizza right away," she said and slightly raised the corners of her mouth. Tara pressed my arm slightly and looked at me at with bright eyes "by the way thank you for the pizza... after this hangover I needed it".

What was that feeling at once? Joy or nervousness? I had to smile unconsciously and nodded "special wishes?"

Tara snapped her finger and began to list different toppings and looked at Sam to see if she agreed with her "The main thing Jalapeños... registered" I said and stood up. "You have our address?" Sam asked again and I nodded in agreement. She raised the corners of her mouth again before putting her hands in her jacket and set off. Tara followed her.

Before my brain realized what my body was doing, I grabbed Tara's hand and hoped she would turn to me again

"Why did you help me earlier?"

And again this pure placid and sweetness to recognize in her face "what happened in the police station was just fucked up" we both had to laugh about her word choice and Tara's dimpels came to light.

Damn, how could Tara be so beautiful?

Okay, pull yourself together Y/N! How was that again with Tara? Never looking into the eyes again? Now I just wanted to sink into them and that even though I could never keep eye contact. Simp

"And I wouldn't want that either... if I imagined that someone would have done that to Sam..." she looked back briefly to the her. Sam stood a few meters away from us and waited for Tara "and see that as a leap of faith Y/L/N... don't spoil it" dryly I laughed and shook my head "I wouldn't even have a good motive" she squeezed my hand briefly.

Did we hold our hands all the time? How could I miss that? I mean... with this face you forget everything, she gave me a grin with sharp eyes and whispered "but there's always a motive" and then she disappeared.

[sweetandscarlet]

secret touches | unrequited love

an: a request made by anon and i just had to write this ! i have work over this weekend and then i’ll be back to writing the rest of the requests sent in :) - if you haven’t seen my UL series, pls read to grasp the whole story. but, this one shot is focused more on smut than plot, more of the storyline will be continued in pt 4!

warnings: 18+, smut, stepmom!wanda, stepdaughter!reader, mommy kink, infidelity, dirty talk, sex with another person in the room (idk the word or if there even is one), slight nipple play & slight jealousy from reader, mention of spankings/bruising. minors DNI

words: 3.9k

“so what should we do tonight?”

your head shoots up as your father's voice forces you out of your daydream. you, your stepmom and your dad were all sitting around at the dining table as you all tucked in to eat one of wanda’s favourite recipes, and of course yours.

the smell of fermented cabbage deliciously invades your nostrils as you scoop the soup onto your spoon. wanda calls it shchi, admitting that it was a favourite of hers if she was feeling down or just needed a quick snack.

but, when it came to dinner; wanda never made anything quick. she made sure she cooked plenty for everybody, even if it was just a simple starter. it was a trait of hers that honestly floored you every time she did it, the way she cared so much to go to such great efforts when she cooked, always looking out for everybody and making sure they enjoyed what she made.

it was adorable, to say the least.

as you finished off the last couple of scoops, your eyes glanced over at wanda to see she was already finished and her gaze was focused solely on you, waiting in bated breath for your approval of her food.

you smiled at her, the corners of your lips reaching high below the creases of your eyes as they curled. “we could watch a movie tonight?”

it was an offer from you that you knew would eventually have you and wanda sitting together with thick tension floating through the air around the both of you. your minds swirling with sinful thoughts and you both fighting the urge to not pounce on each other, wanda picked up on this immediately; a smirk tugging at her plump lips as she watched the words leave your mouth.

your dad was none the wiser, he never was.

although you did still feel bad about the situation, time had passed since you last felt guilty. you were way beyond that now. your feelings for wanda overpowered the gnawing ache of shame long ago.

you loved your dad, of course, you did. he was there for you before anyone else was. he was the parent who stepped up, took care of you and raised you into the woman you are now. but, things had changed, you had changed and in your eyes (even if you knew no one would agree), it was for the better. wanda was better.

“movie night in? that’s a good idea, who wants to pick?” your father was next to speak, his voice tearing you away from the beautiful redhead who sat across from you.

finally, you heard her voice. so raspy and sickly sweet as her accent peaked through slightly on her words. “i’d like to darling, if that’s okay with you?”

your father smiled at that, his hand moving to rest on top of hers. “of course, is it something i know?”

your eyes landed on the action and jealousy instantly bubbled up deeply from your chest.

even out of the corner of her eye, wanda didn’t miss the way your gaze burned a hole through the touch. she took pity on you after a few seconds had passed as she moved her hand from under her husband's hold before patting twice on the back of his hand.

she shifted back in her chair and picked up her empty soup bowl. “i’ll give you one hint, the four horsemen”

“oh! i know, it’s now you see me, isn’t it?”

wanda smiled at him, replying with a simple ‘yes dear’ before rounding his chair to pick up his bowl, placing it inside her empty one.

when she finally reached you, wanda leaned over; a hand dropping to your shoulder to give you a small squeeze of reassurance before moving away to take away your bowl too. it definitely helped to ease your rising jealousy, although, you knew it was wrong to feel that way. wanda wasn’t yours, even if she has whispered it in your ear so many times before in past rendezvous.

as she set the empty dishes on the kitchen counter, she began to plate up another favourite dish of hers, one that you instantly grew to love called beef stroganoff.

once again, you were delighted by the smell, humming as wanda walked over to you first to set your pasta bowl down in front of you. “thank you wanda, it looks delicious”

your father gasped in faux shock as he watched you immediately eagerly dig into your food, something you wouldn’t normally do, but wanda had gracefully approved you to do that months ago, especially when she noticed you enjoying it so much.

you declined at first when she told you to eat before she had even plated her own food up, respectfully shaking your head and voicing that you didn’t want to be rude.

wanda didn’t mind, she never did.

“why do you never get this excited when i cook, y/n?”

a chuckle could be heard from wanda, your head lifting from your dish, you smiled at the sound before turning your attention to your father.

you shrugged nonchalantly, not bothering to reply as you chewed your mouthful of food.

“oh leave her be, darling. she’s just a mommy's girl.. aren’t you sweetheart?”

you swallowed hard at that, your food struggling to make its way down your throat, effectively prompting you to take a rather large sip from your glass of water.

you turned your attention back to wanda who was sporting a sinfully proud smirk on her lips, her green eyes narrowing in on you to gauge your reaction.

the sight instantly makes your thighs clench together, a dull throb forming between them as you maintained eye contact with her. wanda raises an eyebrow playfully, waiting for your response.

she was a cruel, cruel woman when she wanted to be.

“she’s right dad, i guess i am a mommy’s girl but, can you blame me?” it was the best you could do under wanda’s intense gaze and you just prayed and hoped that what you said would affect her enough to back down from the sly game she had just started.

you knew better than to think so. wanda was an enigma at best, her reactions and emotions were something she held close to herself, never letting them show unless she absolutely wanted them to.

to your surprise though, the clang of cutlery came from the kitchen counter before eventually, a lone fork fell to the ground. it was now your time to smirk as you watched wanda all flustered and apologising for being so clumsy. it was entertaining and so so rewarding to see how much you did actually affect the older woman.

ᗢ

the rest of dinner went by smoothly, albeit ignoring a few daggers from wanda as she watched you scoff down the rest of your food.

you kept silent and didn’t look at her for the remainder of your time at the table. you could tell you had riled the redhead up, and although you knew it wasn’t your fault and that she had started it, you also knew that didn’t matter. wanda would punish you for it either way and whatever she deemed fit enough for a brat to take, you’d take it.

you were now in your room, stripping yourself of your clothes before making your way into your en suite to shower before the movie started.

you hummed a random song as you stared back at yourself in the mirror, your hands combing through your hair to put it up into a makeshift bun so it wouldn’t get wet.

you reached your arm out and around the glass door to turn the knob downwards, and immediately the sound of water rang loudly through your room.

“the bruises are healing well i see, i think i might need to add a few more”

you jumped as wanda spoke behind you, her sudden appearance making your heartbeat spike dramatically.

you turned around and the first thing you saw was a grin displayed on wanda’s lips, her eyes trailing up and down your body as you stood there with your hand clenched against your chest as you attempted to catch your breath.

“fucking hell wanda, you scared the shit out of me”

wanda’s head tilted to the side at your words. “my my, what a filthy mouth for such a little girl”

you shook your head, ignoring her teasing comment before turning back around. “can you go so i can shower, please?”

“i would, but it seems to me like you don’t remember your place detka”

“mommy don’t-“

wanda tutted, her bottom lip jutting out in a feigned pout. “did you think you were all big and grown at dinner, teasing me with your snide comment?”

you gasped at that before turning around to rightfully defend your honour. “what?! mama, you started it fir-“

“that’s because mommy can. now, should i expect more from you during the movie or will you be a good girl and stay quiet?”

you were about to muster some sort of reply before deciding against it and sighing in defeat. “no, i’ll be good. i promise”

wanda smiled proudly at that before taking a step closer to you, her hands reaching up to rest on the soft skin of your shoulders. “that’s my girl,” her voice was soft as she spoke and you watched in bated breath as wanda’s pupils dilated from above you. “i miss you, you know? it feels like it’s been so long since i’ve gotten to touch you”

the redhead's hands trailed delicately over your skin, down from your shoulders and to your chest before her palms cupped your breasts. “such a handful i love it”

“mommy,” you whimpered out, your mind instantly reeling at her touch. “don’t be mean, please”

“mean? oh detka, that’s not mean,” wanda uttered, her hands shifting slightly before she took your nipples in between 2 of her fingers and twisted them, a surprised squeak being drawn out from the back of your throat. “that's mean”

your chest arched into her touch, even though your mind screamed at you to just get in the shower and ignore her temptations. ignore the ache between your thighs and the way your clit twitched at the sensation.

“i just want to touch my little girl, is that so bad?”

you shook your head, your mind now too hazy with lust to even think of forming a sentence. it still bewildered you how she could turn you into putty in her hands so quickly.

“that’s what i thought,” wanda mused, giving your now pert nipples another harsh twist before retreating backwards to give you a quick once over. “i’m going back downstairs, don’t be too long. oh and don’t even think of using your shower head, detka”

you let out a shaky exhale when wanda leaves your bathroom and exits through your bedroom door, hearing it click shut behind her.

you stand there for a minute, collecting yourself and willing your brain to focus on the task at hand. you needed to shower, but now, maybe you needed to lower the temperature a little; or a lot.

ᗢ

“y/n you’re here! we were just about to load up the dvd player, wanda made popcorn and there are some other snacks too if you want them” your father excitedly mentions as he watches you descend the staircase.

you look around to see wanda already sitting down on the sofa, her attention focused on her phone in her hand.

the curious thought of who she could be texting burned in the back of your mind, but you pushed it away instantly, not wanting to be that kind of person, especially to someone you trust.

“um great, thanks dad. where shall i sit?” you ask meekly, your eyes darting between wanda and your dad who knelt in front of the tv with a disc in hand.

the question breaks wanda’s attention away from her phone and she soon locks it before setting it down on the wooden table in front of her. the older woman’s neck strains slightly as she looks behind her to shoot you a smile. “come join me, sweetheart”

she pats the empty place next to her and your body instantly moves on autopilot at her words.

you were thankful you wouldn’t have to sit on the recliner chair next to the sofa on your own. the thought of being away from wanda right now caused a dull ache to settle in your chest.

you wanted to be near her, as close as you could be, even if your father was in the room.

wanda followed your movements as you rounded the couch and you certainly didn’t miss the way her eyes trailed up and down your body as you adorned shorts and an oversized t-shirt.

“okay, i’ll be here,” your dad voiced, breaking the silence and gesturing towards where you certainly didn’t want to be, before eventually grabbing the remote and sitting down on the one-seated chair. “if anyone needs a toilet break, let me know and i’ll pause it”

you and wanda both uttered an ‘okay’, her eyes never faltering from you as you sat down on the space next to her. you shuffled slightly, positioning your legs in a criss cross shape until your left kneecap touched wanda’s outer thigh.

if it was up to you, you’d curl up in her lap and let her stroke your hair as you watched the movie but with your current situation, you told yourself that this was the best you could do, even if the contact was minimal.

once your father hit play, you relaxed more into the cushions that pressed gently against your back and kept your focus on the screen.

you could still feel wanda’s eyes burning a hole through your head, but you fought the urge to look at her. not yet, you couldn’t. your mind was still reeling from when she was in your room and all you could think about right now was her hands on you and her lips against yours.

it was quickly consuming your every thought as you stared mindlessly at the television as the movie began to play. that was why you almost jumped out of your skin once again when you felt a hand rest against the inside of your thigh, the touch gentle and delicate against your bare skin.

your eyes flickered over to wanda, alarm bells ringing in your head as you turned quickly to check if your father had noticed. luckily, he was still none the wiser as he watched the beginning of the movie unfold.

you returned your attention to wanda once more, shooting her a knowing look that made a smile creep onto her deliciously plump lips, the corners upturning as she watched your reaction brew from confusion, and panic, until eventually, your features grew soft and you settled under her touch.

wanda could read you like a book, she could tell you craved her contact and as she turned to focus on the movie, she decided to give it to you little by little.

ᗢ

an agonising hour of little touches here and there passed by, it was painstakingly clear that by now you were a needy mess for the redhead next to you.

her hand stroking slow circles on your thigh, slowly growing bolder as they descended closer to where you ached for her before immediately retreating.

the torturous cycle went on for half of the movie, and at this point, you didn’t care who was in the room. all you could focus on was the throbbing between your legs, the way your clit twitched with need when her fingers stopped at the hem of your shorts.

the sound of snoring could be heard over the movie, even as it boomed loudly through the speakers. but, you and wanda had no intention to wake your father up; too lost in the teasing touches you received and she gave.

when wanda’s hand once again crept down the inside of your thigh, she halted her movement when soft cotton resided under her fingertips. blunt nails dug into your skin, scratching lightly as she moved inwards. the moment you felt her begin to retreat backwards, your hand flew to her wrist, stopping her movement as you gripped tightly.

“please,” the word came out in a broken whisper, your mind fuzzy and your skin feeling like it was on fire under her touch. “please”

a short dark chuckle came from the side of you. “what’s the matter, detka?”

it was cruel. so, so cruel and it made your hips buck at her words.

“don’t stop, i need..”

your words trailed off when you felt wanda begin to continue her languished movement of scratching against your skin.

she watched as your head dropped down to stare numbingly at her hand, the way her delicate fingers moved effortlessly and danced on the inside of your thigh, your skin soft and warm as she grazed closer towards where you were indefinitely much warmer.

your head lolled back against the back of the sofa when wanda moved to cup your cunt through your shorts. the older woman hummed softly at the heat she felt radiating from you, stirring her on even more to apply slight pressure.

“what do you need, my darling girl?” wanda murmured, her voice husky and low as she speaks. “use your big words, i know you can”

your teeth clamped down on your bottom lip, biting so hard you thought you’d draw blood. you canter your hips upwards, a pathetic attempt to hump against her hand as you desperately begged for her in silence to give you what you need.

your hand squeezed more around wanda’s wrist, pulling it impossibly closer to you and you continued to roll your hips against her palm. “mommy, please. i need you.. so badly”

wanda attempts to bite back a smirk but as she watches you, desperate and needy for her, she can’t help the twitch in her lips as it curls wickedly. “i’ll give it to you, but you have to stay quiet, okay? if you don’t, i’ll stop and our little playtime will be over”

you nod your head quickly, almost giving yourself whiplash at the speed. wanda shifts closer to you, her hot breath hitting the exposure of your neck as it stays lolled against the back of the sofa.

it doesn’t take long for wanda to push your shorts and panties to the side, making quick work to gain access to where you needed her.

a small gasp leaves wanda’s lips as two fingers swipe through your folds. “fuck, you’re so wet malysh. did mommy’s little secret touches get you this worked up?”

a broken whimper leaves your lips at her words, your eyes fluttering shut when slender fingers move up and down through your sopping cunt. “mama, i-“

“you don’t need to answer, doll. your body speaks for itself, you just sit there all pretty and let your mommy make you feel good”

her words burn into your brain as she whispers hotly against your ear before placing a kiss against one of your flushed cheeks. your chest heaved as wanda's fingers moved to circle your clit, her touch gentle and unhurried.

the coil in the pit of your stomach had been building ever so slowly throughout the hour as wanda teased and played you like a violin. you knew you wouldn’t last long, it was inevitable when you had such a beautiful woman feel you up in the darkness of your living room. just you and her conscious as she torturously played with you until you were in utter shambles under her touch.

the redhead's pace picks up, her circular movements growing bolder with each stroke. “you’re going to have to stay empty tonight, honey. we don’t want your messy pussy making all those delicious wet sounds, do we?”

“fuck,” you pant out, the action and her filthy words causing pleasure to course through your veins and your clit to throb hard under her fingertips. “i’m grateful for whatever you give me, mommy”

wanda hums softly, her pace never faltering as she watches your hips buck against her hand to match her movements. “i know you are, sweet angel. you’re so good to me, always such a good little girl”

it doesn’t take long for the coil in your stomach to tighten, threatening to snap at any moment. “i’m gonna- i’m gonna cum”

wanda manoeuvres her other hand to clamp over your mouth, applying pressure on your lips until she’s sure no sounds can escape. “go ahead, detka.. give mommy your cum”

it finally snaps, the coil breaking like an elastic band and your orgasm hits you hard as it washes over you in harsh waves. all wanda can do is watch you come undone in amazement, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip as she continues to circle your clit that pulsed under her fingertips.

your flushed cheeks puff out and back in as you pant heavily against the palm of her hand, your hips twitching as your orgasm flows through every nerve in your body.

after a few moments pass, your body relaxes and wanda soon slows her movements before coming to an eventual stop, her hand rising to her lips to suck and lick away any essence of you.

you sigh densely through your nostrils, your mind now basically mush as your body sinks into the sofa and wanda moves her hand away from your mouth, her attention never breaking away from your blissed-out state.

“you did so well, darling. i love seeing you like this, you look so pretty”

your chest continues to heave until you eventually catch your breath and your heartbeat slows back down to its regular rhythm. “t-thank you, that was.. i really needed that”

“i know you did, malysh. now go clean yourself up while i get you some water”

you smile at her in response and you can’t help but lean forward to place a chaste kiss on her cheek as a silent thank you before hurriedly peeling yourself off of the couch with shaky legs and over to the stairs to descend to the bathroom. the words of love and adoration linger on your tongue, but you bite back the confession. now was not the time, it would have to wait.

maybe someday, you’d tell her.

[anki-of-beleriand]

Taking care

Summary: Wanda was your special little girl, she just needed to realize for you to take what was rightfully yours.

Pairing: Daughter!Wanda Maximoff xStepmother!Reader

Warnings: Older Reader, young Wanda, not age specified, fingering (W receiving), Oral (W receiving), praise, controling behaviour, possessive behaviour, Wanda is a virgin on this one, dirty talk, sort of cheating. sort of Grey Reader.

Author's notes: In the spirit of Stepmother!Reader and Daughter!wanda, I decided to give it a try with some mentions of Nat. Do tell me if you like the story.

Please remember that English is not my mother tongue and this has not been edited. So forgive my grammar, spelling and funny mistakes.

Ever since you and Natasha got married, Wanda had been like a lost puppy around you. At first it was cute, she would come to you with her dark make up, her little skirt and black clothing trying to keep up the appearance of the rebel teenager while driving Natasha through the walls and making feel needy.

You didn't know if she did it on purpose or not, Wanda was a mystery to you ever since the both of you met. Natasha had told you the story of how she came to be under her care, and the tragedy surrounding her life. And while Wanda liked to act tough and difficult, while she loved creating mayhem around her, teasing girls and boys alike, getting drunk and smoking pot to drive Natasha mad while pretending to be a tough slut...you knew better.

Wanda was your little girl.

And she was as innocent as every teenage girl and young adult ought to be.

Whenever Natasha was not around, which was quite often, she would come to you shy and almost tentative, leaning into your touch and affection. You knew Wanda was needing something in her life, some kind of control and affection no one was capable to provide. No one but you.

So you started a tentative path with her.

It was innocent at first, since you knew she was following you around the house whenever she could you started brushing your skin against hers, whispering sweet praises in her ear while placing your hand carefully on her lower back bringing her closer. You went out with her buying her clothes and jewellery, enjoying movie nights all the while leaving featherlike touches on her skin, getting to know the places that made her submit to you without being too intimate in your touch.

Now, you were in love with Natasha. Yes. The woman was pure fire and your relationship with her was passionate.

But Wanda was...she was sweet.

Temptation.

A sin.

And you were willing to sin for her.

The breaking point was when she was back from college, Christmas break was usually the time of the year in which Natasha would always be at home. But that year an important business back in Ukraine made her stay behind, and it was only you and Wanda.

The young woman was in her room, she had spent most of her break in there and as you tried to find out her mood changes you realized it was something that had happened with that fucking idiot of a boyfriend she had gotten out of spite. Out of jealousy, out of you telling her no.

"Hey, princess, brought you chocolate with marshmallows, the way you like it." You furrowed your brows, Wanda looked away wiping the tears falling down her cheeks while trying to pretend everything was fine.

"Thank you."

You approached her sitting closer to her that was probably necessary, your hand went to her thigh while your other hand brushed away the strands of hair on her face. She was flustered, and there was sadness and need in her green eyes. You felt heat pooling down in your crotch, she was beautiful allright, innocent and so ready to be broken you had to contain to not press further.

"What happened, Princess?" You whispered tenderly, leaning in knowing how much she submitted to you when your lips are so close to her ear. "I don't like seeing you like this, and you have been sad since you got home. Is it because of Natasha?"

Wanda tensed scowling deeply while looking away, "no."

But it was one of the reasons why she was so mad, you pursed your lips your hand grabbing her jaw tenderly making her looked into your eyes. Her breath caught in her throat, for the very first time noticing just how close to her you were, how the hand on her thigh started drawing circles on her inner skin moving dangerously close to her core.

"Wanda, if you don't tell me what has you like this, I can't help. Tell me, Little Witch, what happened?" Wanda melted into your hands, her lips curling lightly under the nickname you only used whenver you were alone with her.

She had blushed so much that day, and you two had slept on the same bed as you whispered in her ear how she was magical, and such an amazing little girl, your Little Witch. It usually led to you placing sweet kisses on her face, your fingers and hands caressing her without making any real advances on Wanda. You knew by the end of the day, when she was fast asleep in your arms, that Wanda was highly aroused and ready to do anything you ask of her. But you were patient, and while you did touch her in her sleep, and discovered just how wet she got with your games, you needed to make sure Wanda would be yours forever.

Perhaps, now was the right time?

Wanda leaned nuzzling her face to yours, trembling as her hands went to your shoulders putting you closer.

"I just...Vis broke up with me." She whispered, you tensed clenching your jaw at the mention of the stupid boyfriend. Wanda's face fell leaning back she cup your face, trembling as her eyes locked with yours. "I'm sorry, mommy, I know you don't like hearing about him, I just..."

God, Wanda was going to be the dead of you.

"No, Little Witch, don't be sorry, I just...I would never want to see you cry for an idiot like him. He is the one who loses, Wanda, not you." You tried to offer a smile, but Wanda was already lowering her gaze with new tears in her eyes.

"He...He broke up with me because I didn't want to sleep with him."

Your stomach clenched at the revelation, your hand on her thigh grasped her making Wanda whimpered slightly, her cheeks burning under the touch while her face lifted up to yours.

"Then, he is even more of an idiot, and I'm so proud of you my Little Witch." You replied caressing her face, Wanda leaned into your touch. "No one should make you have sex with them unless you want to."

Wanda chewed on her lower lip, glancing down then up at you.

"What if...what if the person I want to...to..." Wanda blushed profusedly as she spoke, you were so close to her you could make out her features, the way her eyes darkened and you knew your patience was running thin. "What if the person I want to make love to me doesn't want me?"

You chuckled at her choice of words, she lowered her gaze but once more you lifted her face to yours with your free hand.

"Then, Little Witch, they are idiots and don't deserve you. Why would no one want to be with you?" You asked and almost froze at her next words.

"Mommy, do you want me?" She asked with such an innocence behind her features, with such a small tone of voice that you couldn't help but leaned in and sealed your destiny.

You could wait no longer.

Your lips crashed against hers in a heated kiss, Wanda melted right away letting out sweet whimpers while her hands wrapped around your neck putting your closer. Your hand on her thigh did her final travel all the way up until your were cupping her uncovered pussy.

"Fuck, Little Witch, why don't you have panties on?" You frowned keeping your hand on her bald pussy, Wands humping your hand holding onto your neck looking at you with a silent plea in her eyes.

"I was...I was hoping, mommy. I'm always hopping you will touch me, and...that you will love me the way you love mamma." She whispered back, and you groaned letting a single digit pressed on her clit.

Wanda bucked her hips throwing her head back, you leaned forward placing sweet kisses down her throat, nibbling and sucking making sure to apply the right preassure without leaving any mark.

At least, not for now.

"My little Witch, I love you so much...More than I love Mamma, and if we do this, Wanda, you are going to be mine." You growled out, taking her earlobe between your lips. "Do you understand what I mean? No one is going to be allowed to touch your little cunt, and you will belong to me in body and mind, Princess."

"Yes, mommy I am...I am yous always have...I..." Wanda could barely form words, your hand and fingers drawing lazy circles on her inner thighs, your lips nibbling teasingly on her skin. "I have never...you mommy, I'm yours."

You stopped all movement altogether, your eyes darkening at the almost confession. Wanda whinned when you stepped back, your eyes roaming on her body, dishevelled so debouched waiting for you to take her in ways you had only dreamt on. Your hand went to your shirt, unbuttoning your shirt.

"Take your clothes of, Wanda, I'm going to make you mine today, Princess."

It took her less than you thought it would for her to be naked writhing under you, she was so obedient lifting her arms above her head as your lips went down her body.

"Such a beautiful girl, baby. Mommy is going to possess you today and every day, until you're just a dumb little slut for her." You whispered loving the way Wanda begged to be just your dumb, little slut.

Today you would make her feel and experience what you could give, your lips curling up into a smirk, Natasha wouldn't be home in the next couple of weeks so you would have the time to mold her into your perfect little slut. But for now...

"Mommy!" Wanda scramed out, two fingers went right into her tight hole, you groaned out sucking on the skin on her hips curling your fingers inside her moving them in and out of her thight hole. You had to contained yourself when you realized she was tighter than normal, blood pouring faster, maiking your heart almost burst out of your chest.

"Wanda, you are so tight, little witch." You moaned out lowering your mouth. "I knew you were my little girl, baby. Only mine, to break, only mine to possess, only mine to love."

"Yours mommy, no one elses. I'm mummy's forever," She moaned out looking at you with big innocent eyes and you almost came with the sight.

"Mommy is going to make you feel good, baby, and then after you have recover, mommy is going to use her big cock to claim you completely."

Wanda whimpered again lifting her hips, throwing her head back just as your curled your fingers touching the spongy place inside her over and over.

"Would you like that, Little Witch? Mommy, fucking you with her big cock, staying inside you all night, even sleeping in you so I can use you all over again?"

"Mommy, mommy..." Your name came like a mantra and you knew Wanda was completely yours.

Leaning in your lips wrapped around her clit, your fingers moving faster and harder. She was screaming by now, her hand on your hair as you suck on her clit, sensing the tension in her body, how her inner walls suck you in deeper until she couldn't scream any longer, arching her back, jerking her hips cumming all over your mouth.

You smirked feeling her returned your kiss, tasting herself on you. Breathing hard she snuggled closer, your arms wrapped around her.

"Mommy, I'm yours, always have." She whispered palcing kisses on your neck and face. "Are you...are you mine?"

You chuckled shaking your head, Wanda's eyes dropped but you captured her lips into yours.

"I'm yours and mamma, Little Witch, you two are my special girls and mommy is going to make the both of you loved." You replied, Wanda seemed to think it over before nodding. "But you are my special girl this holidays, and I will enjoy our time together so rest, baby because after this I will buried my cock deep inside you and I won't stop until I am the only think you can think of."

Wanda let out a whine feeling as your fngers once more found her cunt, entering two at once.

"Go to sleep, little witch, let mommy take good care of you."

[delulu-with-wandanat]

I am sad and disheartened even though it's about a fictional character, I needed someone to share it with who can understand, I was roaming around the internet, reading stuff about Natasha. I have seen a lot of stuff mocking nat, her abilities, her usability, tweets joking about her guns against aliens ( how wrong), her running around whilst the other avengers are "flying",... Not to forget, the ones resuming her only by her titties and ass, then there was a tweet by a WANDA( WOMAN)Stan saying she would have been a run through, cum dumpster if the MCU was ok with sex scenes & the truly sad part is how everyone was laughing at that. It's sad to see that Natasha not only had been done dirty by marvel but also the audience.

The funny part is a lot of people believe that yelena is a better character than nat, of course she would be, no one let nat to be more than an ass and titties as if though the whole screentime she got in the MCU was just a steamy photo session. I got a lot to say about the sexualization part I don't know how to put it in words, it's a lot

OMG- please you can rant to be abt it all the time please. I’ve been ranting about this for DAYSSSS IM SO GLAD SOMEONE ELSE FELT THE SAME.

First of its sad (yet not surprising) that a Wanda stan said that. They always let down other women in order to bring her up. That’s why there was a phase where i hated Wanda because of her fans (dont come at me ok seriously on tiktok they wont stfu).

Literally the coolest thing about Nat is the fact that she has no powers but get shit done, A LOT. Everyone has their preferences, but literally how can you not see how cool she is?!!

Natasha Romanoff, no powers but will not hesitate to charge into battles with other superheroes. Homegirl only had one, let me emphasize this ONE parachute yet mf just jumped from THOUSANDS of feet in the air. Knowing she could’ve died but she’s such a pure soul so she did so without any second thought. HOW ARE U NOT IN LOVE WITH HER ALREADY?!!

I truly trullyyy do love Natasha, she’s a fictional character, but omg she’s like so cool and everything. But like u said she was done so dirty by Marvel and the audience. (which is why i like to say, ppl who love Natasha is literally the coolest ppl ever. I aint joking, other superheroes are easy to like, but natasha is for legends only)

Im very sad for Scarlett too, the way she got overly sexualized especially in the early days of the MCU. Then when she finally got her solo movie, her character got thrown off a cliff BEFORE HER SOLO MOVIE CAME OUT and ppl constantly said Yelena stole the movie. Look i love Yelena, but this aint about her. Please, let Nat have one thing, but she really can’t can’t she?? Literally have some more respect for Scarlett.

And another cool thing about Nat is the fact that she kept her heart even after all the traumatic childhood she went through as a child. People love to say Wanda had the saddest life, but so did Nat. We all know what the red room is basically mirroring in real life, marvel won’t say it but we know what it is. They both have sad traumatic past, but Natasha kept her heart. And after going through all of that?!!! I dont know how one could but here she is!!!

She was taken as a child, put in a mission where she had a taste of what a normal life would be, ripped away from her and had to be put in the red room again. Found a family with the avengers yet they never seemed to care much abt her don’t they? Found her sister but then her sister was snapped, and then had to lead the Avengers for 5 years because idk wtf the others were doing. AND THEN SHE DIED WTF MARVEL WTFFF?!

Anyway im so sorry, i could rant about this all day. God i love her sm you don’t understand 🥲🥲

[lettingtimepass]

In honor of 6 years of Infinity War and 5 years of Endgame, it's time....

It's FINALLY time for my back-to-back rewatch. I did some digging and I haven't watched Infinity War since May 2021, and I haven't watched Endgame since DECEMBER 2019. WHAT THE HELL???

So, yeah watch this space!!

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Infinity War Rewatch

Gawd, I don't know if the beginning it going to hurt more or less knowing what happens to Loki....

They did Heimdall so dirty idc

MY BABYGIRL 😭😭😭 (OG Loki)

Loki saying "We have a hulk" means so much to meeee 😭

"IF I MIGHT INTERJECT" BITCH YOU MIGHT HAVE LIVED!!!

The fact that Thor's last words to Loki were "You really are the worst, Brother" probably haunted Thor for so long, and that HURTS.

I will say one of the best things to come out of the Loki series is that all the theories we had about Loki faking his death and actually being alive were actually validated! Yes, Sacred Timeline Loki died, but there was a version that tricked Thanos and lived.

Tony said "no more surprises" to Pepper and then he was in space for weeks/months (can't remember exactly) and came back nearly dead - You get why he fucked off for 5 years.

THE STANNER HUG, PEOPLE DIED.

Tony and Cap "we're not on speaking terms" but he apparently carried the flip phone everywhere for two years? 🥲

STAN LEE 😭😭 We miss you sir.

I wonder if Chris Pratt's downfall actually started with Peter Quill screwing up everything in this movie 😭🤣

I will say, I really enjoy that at least the beginning of IW has a lot of comic relief. I feel like Endgame was more serious overall.

Man I can't remember, how did any of the Asgardians survive Thanos' attack?

BEARDED CAP - THE SEXIEST A MAN HAS EVER LOOKED!!

NATASHA ROMANOFF I LOVE YOU!

"There's an Ant-Man and a Spider-Man?" I love you Bruce.

The couple parallels? Stange+Stark and Thor+Quill with battling egos, Quill+Gamora and Wanda+Vision both trying to self-sacrifice with the other not wanting to give them up.

Chris H truly gave such a great performance as heartbroken Thor 🥺

"Does it have a name?" "Stormbreaker." "It's a bit much."

"Kick names, take ass."

The gasp when Red Skull came back!!

Cap says we're going "home" but Sam implies that they haven't been to Wakanda. For Cap, "home" meant Bucky 🥺

"SEMI-STABLE 100 YEAR OLD MAN" Buckkyyy

There's definitely something sweet about Bruce being in the Hulk Buster!

"It'll kill you." "Only if I die!" "Yes, that's what... killing you means...." NEVER NOT FUNNY

I mean, Strombreaker being made out of fucking Groot is pretty badass.

THOR'S ENTRANCE!!! BITCH HE LIVED!!!!

"She's not alone." I don't care if it's cringe, I love a girl power moment!! It shows how far we've come!! There no longer just has to be one girl superhero!!

Thor my golden boy, you were so close 😭😭😭

HERE IT COMES...... I'll never forget the gasps in the theater when everyone started dusting....

And now after watching GOTG3 it's so much worse that Groot goes in front of Rocket 😭

Tony and Nebula being the last survivors was inspired.

Me: What was the post credit scene again? Ohhhh yeahhhh, the Captain Marvel teaser! Of course.

And thats Infinity War! I'll be back tomorrow for Endgame! 🖤🖤

Endgame Rewatch

CLINT I MISSED YOU!!!

Lila could have been the next Hawkeye if she hadn't been dusted 🥲

Tony and Nebula 😭😭😭

Tony working with Nebula to save them mirroring Tony building Iron Man in the cave to save himself 😭

Steve Rodgers: From "language" to "son of a bitch" MY BOY HAS GROWN

GAY JOE RUSSO!!

Don't get me started on bringing back Peggy DON'T GET ME STARTED 😤

And DON'T get me started on the symbolism of Nat's hair!! In each movie, she has perfectly intentional hair. Except now that they've lost their mission, he lets her hair grow out. She can't let go of the blonde. The blonde that reminds her what they're fighting for. Of her failure, but also for the last time she saw everyone. The last time things were normal.

The rat being the savior of the universe!

Dad Tony 😭 I'm kinda surprised Morgan hasn't made another appearance yet. Maybe when she's a bit older...

Time Heist!!!

Remember when I was afraid that them traveling in time would mess up the timeline and make it so Morgan wasn't born? God that would've been rough.

I love that now the kids love Hulk though 🥹 "Dab!" He deserves this!!

Man, Pepper and Tony really love each other so much 🥺 Peper knew Tony might not make it back. But she also knew Tony wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't try.

Oh no, how did I forget about Bruce and Rocket going to get Thor? 😭

The Russos were so sick for making Thor's trauma a joke. However I kinda understand why they did it because otherwise it would have been WAY too dark.

The amount of regret Clint must have felt after Nat died and he realized he could have spent the last five years with her and chose not to.

Scott being the only one invested in Thor's story 😭

The elevator scene!!! "Hail Hydra" everyone was GAGGED!!!

There goes my baby girl to meet the love of his life 🥹 (Loki stealing the cube)

Thor's smile when he gets Mjnolnir 🥹 "I'm still worthy." Yes you are ❤️

"Make love, not war!" ✌️

Ugh, the double Nebula thing is really annoying. I guess they had to do it to get Thanos in the mix but ehhh.

THE OG BIG THREE!!! And Thor's transformation with Mjnolnir and Stormbreaker! So badass!

When Strange signals ☝️ to Tony, is he saying Carol was their one chance to win, or was he just telling Tony, this is it?

The fact that Peter basically became an Avenger and then lost Tony in one day 😭

The fact that Chadwick was sick when they were filming these movies kills me 😥

Happy taking care of Morgan 😭😭

I still love that they brought Harley back 🥹

Bucky knew Steve wasn't gonna come back. He knew he was gonna choose Peggy over him 💔

"No, I don't think I will" - I wonder if they knew this line would become a meme hahaha

So, did past Steve and Peggy have kids? This feels like it could be a potential plot point.

MY FAVORITE END CREDITS!! I still tear up every time 🥺 The Original 6 just mean so much to me 😭

Also I noticed for Tom Hiddleston's clip they chose Prince Loki in his golden horns, not villain Loki. That's a nice touch. 💚

And there ends an era. Are there things that annoyed me? Yes, but overall I still feel like it was a solid ending for Tony and Cap (and Natasha but we got the Black Widow movie after).

[lostintranslaation]

HI EVERYONE I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT WANDAVISION COME CHAT IF YOU HAVE THEORIES!!

[randomshyperson]

CEO!Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Resigned Position - Chapter Five

Gif is from Pinterest, thanks to whoever made it.

Summary: You drink too much and insult your boss in the middle of a bar during a company social gathering. But surprisingly, you wake up in her bed. Following the events of not sleeping with your boss, falling in love with her, or threatening a harassment report. Not necessarily in that order.

Warnings: (+18), sexual themes, Dom!Wanda (mostly), Brat!Reader, Unspecified age gap (Milf Wanda/Reader in her mid-20s), explicit language | Chapter Warnings: phone sex, dirty talk, teasing, masturbation, frustrated orgasm, fluff, kissing, fingering, semi-public, orgasm control and denial || Words: 5.441k

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Yelena got carried away with movie nights.

You, Nat, and Maria barely stumbled into your apartment, chatting about work, when the girl approached you three with questions about what movie you were going to see, and what you wanted to eat.

Natasha laughed as she took off her shoes and jacket, telling her sister to take a breath.

"You girls can go ahead and pick the movie, I need a shower." You let out a tired sigh, wishing you could fall asleep inside the tub.

Several minutes later, the four of you were sprawled out in the living room - Yelena in the larger armchair with her feet up, Nat practically lying on top of Maria on the sofa, and you on the soft carpet, trying to organize the food on the table. The girls began a lively discussion about their choice of movie, and you laughed as you commented that your vote went to anything that wasn't sad.

"I want to see The Godfather." Natasha spoke up trying to steal the remote control from her sister, but Yelena grimaced.

"No way, I'm not watching Al Pacino for the fourth time this month in a row!" retorted the blonde, making you and Maria laugh.

Hill seemed more interested in removing the knots from Nat's red hair with her fingers, looking at her wife fondly, and you were more interested in the food.

"Let's just not watch Mafia for once, Natasha, my god!" Yelena asked aloud. "I think we should watch something dramatic, like all of you are all the time."

Nat rolled her eyes, laughing as she threw a pillow at her sister. The blonde deflected the blow to ask you:

"What would you like to see, Y/N?"

You smiled. "Something funny, maybe The Office?"

Nat let out a loud grumble from the couch, "Of course you wanna watch something about work after work!" She mocked, receiving only your middle finger in return, which made her laugh. "Y/N is officially off the voting."

You chuckled, shaking your head as the girls went back to arguing.

It took another fifteen minutes for Yelena to finally put on a romantic movie that neither of you knew, and silence hovered.

"That is so sadly straight." Natasha commented on the story, eliciting giggles from all of you.

"I said we should have put in something sapphic." Maria comments, receiving a grumble of agreement from her wife, but Yelena asks for silence.

A moment later, when the blonde in the armchair is practically asleep - Neither of you has said anything, knowing how exhausted Lena must have been from college - Natasha nudges you with her foot.

"How are things with the Hot Milf?" She asked and Maria giggled against her, while you made a confused expression.

"Who...? Oh." When you understood, you felt your face heat up, but you just rolled your eyes at Nat. "Don't call her that."

"It's not a lie."

You laughed, moving to throw a pillow in your friend's face. "I know, but you can't call her that. Just I can if I want to."

"Okay, okay." Nat chuckled hugging the pillow you threw at her. "Now tell me, how are things between you two?"

You sighed. "I think we had a moment today."

Maria frowned. "Did you guys have sex in the office?" She questioned making Nat snicker, and you quickly deny it.

"The image you have of me as a person is sad." You retorted with narrowed eyes, ignoring Nat's "but it's accurate" to clarify, "I meant we talked a little. But it was weird too. One minute she was sharing and the next she was pushing me away."

"What were you talking about?" Nat asked relaxed, and you shrugged.

"About you guys, actually." You told surprising them. "Wanda was astonished that she didn't know you were dating, much less married."

Nat gave a dry laugh. "That's news. She never once tried to find out."

"That's what I told her!" You commented gesturing slightly. "Then she said some things to me about not getting attached because people always leave, but she was evading the subject the second I asked more questions."

"Sorry, that sucks." Tasha spoke but you shrugged again.

"It's okay, I'm used to this Wanda." You say. "It was that vulnerable side of her that surprised me. I wanted her to realize that she can trust me."

"Maybe she just needs a little more time." Nat suggests, but before you can agree, Maria is adding with a frown:

"Or maybe it's not about time or trust." She says. "She talked about getting left, didn't she? Y/N, you didn't tell her the truth. Wanda still thinks you're leaving."

You widened your eyes slightly, and Nat murmured in agreement with her wife.

"B-but we could keep seeing each other if I worked somewhere else and..."

Nat gestured for you to stop justifying yourself, settling down on the couch. "We know that, but we're talking about Wanda. When was the last time you heard anything about her that wasn't work-related?" She asked, and you sighed, shrugging. "The answer is a long time ago. When she and Vision split up."

"Oh, that's right. Remember how Steve caught her crying at the printer when the papers first arrived? She seemed really upset back then." Maria commented.

"I don't remember that." You mumbled, and the redhead - now sitting down - patted the couch for you to come closer. She began braiding your hair as soon as you sat nearest her on the carpet.

"That was just before you were hired, dear." Natasha continued the story. "By the time you left mentoring, Wanda was already a divorced woman."

"And a control freak." Maria completed making Nat laugh softly.

"But it wasn't so bad when it started, don't you remember?" The redhead asked, to which the brunette next to her just shrugged, half thoughtfully. "I think it got worse during the child custody hearings."

"That I remember." You comment hugging your knees as Nat fiddles with your hair. "I didn't see her crying, but she seemed on the verge of a breakdown at any second. It was different from what you told, Wanda just looked enraged."

"I think any mother would be." Nat says. "Her ex wanted full custody, didn't he? I think I read in some magazine the coverage of what was going on. And Wanda won narrowly, they had several twists and turns at the auditions, it looked like movie stuff."

Maria let out a nostalgic exclamation. "Damn, you're right! I had forgotten how crazy the whole thing was. Remember when Wanda was away for a whole week, and the entire department found out about that gossip channel that was trying to film the trial? Everyone was in shock when she showed up yelling at her brother-in-law on channel 19."

You laughed faintly, remembering the day a little. It hadn't really been a funny memory, and Wanda sure looked pretty shaken up on TV. And just as stunning in her dark jacket, calling her ex-husband's family irresponsible drunkards who would put their children at risk.

"She got even more distant after that, didn't she?" you asked then, thoughtfully in your spot. Nat sighed.

"I'm not sure." She spoke up. "She was pretty busy, getting divorced, trying not to lose her kids, and saving the family business. It's not like she can prioritize her employees' personal lives."

"I know, but..." You began, trying to organize the memories properly. "I just know that at some point, she shouted it down completely. It was after the twins, but before..."

"Your nearly marriage." Maria completed thoughtfully as well. "Do we know if anything happened then?"

You shrugged, and Nat finished the last braid before commenting, "Even if anything did happen, our attention was focused on keeping Y/N from throwing herself off a bridge."

You made a face of false offense, then laughed. "I was sad, stop mocking me."

"I would never." Nat retorted with a chuckle.

"Do you think she would have attended my nearly wedding?" You asked a moment later.

"You invited her didn't you?"

"I invited everyone." You recalled with a humorless laugh. "That's why it was so humiliating."

"Hey, don't go there again." Nat asked tenderly. "It's over now. You are surrounded by people who love you and you are happy. Don't let those bad memories ruin your evening."

"Yes, ma'am." You joked, although you smiled in appreciation for Nat's words.

Yelena began to snore softly, and the three of you exchanged giggles before you moved to put a blanket on your roommate.

"Hey, your girlfriend is calling you." Nat warned when she caught a glimpse of your cell phone vibrating on the floor as you moved away to grab a blanket for Yelena. "And she's impatient." Joked the redhead shaking the device in the air, which was vibrating with the screen on, some text messages you didn't read.

You ignored the teasing to throw the blanket over Nat's face and pick up your cell phone, answering it only when you were at your bedroom door and walking in.

"Hey, Boss. What's up?

"You have something of mine." Wanda spoke from the other end of the line, making you frown in confusion.

"What? I'm sure I've turned in all the pendencies..."

"Dorogoy, don't test me." She warned low, her accent thick. And then you understood. With an affected sigh, you closed the bedroom door as you answered:

"They are my clothes, Wanda."

"Tsk, that's not how it works, detka." Wanda continued, the husky, serious tone of voice was making you shudder. "I said you had to earn it first."

"Too bad you weren't around to stop me then." You teased, lying down on your bed with your stomach up. Wanda gave a breathless giggle from the other side, and you grimaced curiously. "Are you okay? You sound like you're out of breath."

"I'm fine." She merely replied, and you were about to question when she sighed softly. "Keep talking, malyshka."

You gave a confused little laugh but obeyed. "It's funny that you call now actually, I was talking about you."

"Hmm, is that so?"

"Well, it was to be expected, I just can't get out of my head these days and I... I mean..." You fell silent in shame when you realized what you had confessed, but Wanda let out a faint laugh.

"I'm glad to hear that." She retorted and you smiled shyly. You thought about making a joke or continuing the subject, but Wanda let out a muffled gasp from the other end of the line that sent chills through your entire body at once.

"Wanda? What are you...?"

"Fuck." She gasped suddenly, and you understood. Her panting didn't stop after that, and your whole body warmed up in a mixture of excitement, surprise, and embarrassment.

Was Wanda really touching herself on the other end of the line?

"Dekta, keep talking." She asked, no, she practically commanded in an affected grunt that made you clench your thighs together.

"God, Wanda, you're going to be the death of me," You commented, your cheeks burning as you added: "Are you really doing what I think you're doing?

She only murmured in agreement, failing to contain a low moan that sent a wave of heat straight to your lower abdomen.

"Where are you now? Please don't say office." You continued, and she chuckled softly despite her contained sighs.

"I'm not in the company." She replied breathlessly. "I'm in the home office. I-I was trying to work and then I remembered... your taste.... oh...."

You groaned softly as you heard the sounds from Wanda. Now she was wet enough that the soft noise of her fingers friction could be heard in the background of the call. You could feel the wetness in your own panties, and you moved your fingers to your pajama shorts, wanting to relieve some of the aching in your core.

"You were thinking of me, then?" You asked in a whisper, closing your eyes for a moment as you touched yourself over your panties the same second a throaty moan escaped Wanda.

"I'm always thinking about you."

She confessed in a whisper, and you sighed, drawing circles on your clint over the fabric. "I think about your eyes, your mouth, your laughter ... but also ... I think about your breasts, your pussy ... tight and wet pressed against me."

A satisfied moan escaped your lips, the gentle pressure over the fabric no longer enough.

Wanda choked on the other side, just as you slid your fingers inside.

"Fuck, did you just...?" You gasped and didn't need a vocal confirmation because the gasping breaths on the other side were enough. A wave of wetness washed over you and you moaned low, stimulating your clitoris now directly between your fingers.

Wanda sighed, trying to normalize her breathing for a moment.

"Malyshka, you've already started touching yourself, haven't you?" Wanda then asked, to which you only replied with a mumble, having trouble keeping your eyes open with the feeling of your fingers working along your folds, teasing their way in. "Oh, sweetheart, you don't understand yet, do you? This is going to be your punishment."

"W-what?" you asked confused, but after a soft chuckle, the silence was your only answer. And it lingered long enough.

Wanda simply hung up on you.

With a frustrated sigh, you took the phone from your ear and stared at the messaging app open now. An angel emoji was all she gave you as a reply.

And without her delightful sounds on the other end of the line, you no longer felt like playing.

You were mentally cursing all the gods, and the woman you called boss when a knock on the door brought you back to reality.

"We're going home, troublemaker. See you at the office tomorrow."

"S-sure, Nat. Good night, see you both tomorrow." You retorted quickly, and when the footsteps became distant in the hallway, you picked up the pillow and pressed it against your face hard, grumbling in frustration and embarrassment against it.

One phone call and you had completely forgotten about your friends in the next room.

Wanda was driving you insane, had all that control over your body that was probably unhealthy, and still seemed to be enjoying it every second of it.

You needed to turn the game around.

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To say you were frustrated was an understatement.

You barely slept last night, tossing and turning in bed between one wet dream and another, wishing that something, or rather someone, would help you with the throbbing sensation inside your pants.

If Wanda thought this would go unreturned, she was in for a nice surprise.

You got up earlier than usual, made a decent breakfast - which surprised Yelena - before going to work.

Your little revenge started with the clothes you chose. The bottom part was yours, but the blouse, although it didn't smell like her anymore, was the same one you picked up off Wanda's floor. Oversized and comfortable, and stylish enough for you to wear to work.

As soon as you took your place next to Natasha, she complimented your new shirt, and you could barely disguise your wicked smile, trying to pretend you weren't watching Wanda's door.

While your boss didn't arrive, the second part of your revenge began.

"[...] Miss L/N, I would love to welcome you to Kamar-Taj this week, shall we make an appointment?" Nat read the reply email in a mixture of surprise and confusion as you excitedly showed her your cell phone. "Sorry, I lost track of the story. I thought you were going to tell Wanda the truth."

"That was before she..." You cut yourself off, clearing your throat and taking the cell phone back. "I thought about at least knowing the place. It has nothing to do with her."

Nat raised an eyebrow. "Why don't I believe you?"

"Because it's not true." Maria commented from her own table with a teasing smile that made Nat laugh and you roll your eyes.

"Okay, whatever. Maybe I just want to cause a reaction and see her, I don't know, on her knees begging not to-"

"Who's on their knees and begging?" Steve interrupted with a laugh that Bucky followed and Nat laughed, finding it funny in the way you were blushing.

"No one!" You clarified clumsily. "You guys need to stop coming in the middle of conversations."

"Or maybe you guys should stop gossiping without including us." Bucky commented causing Maria and Nat to agree with laughter.

"Speaking of gossip, have you seen the Lamborghini in the driveway? I think the cool twin is in visiting us today." Steve commented as he placed the briefcase on his own desk, and you widened your eyes slightly.

"Pietro?"

"Yeah, he showed up here yesterday, didn't you see him?" Barnes asked, and you quickly denied, moving to the tall windows behind the tables.

From your floor, you could see the shiny red Lamborghini - and small only from this distance - standing at the entrance to the building.

"I wonder what he came here for?" Nat asked curiously, but the boys just shrugged.

Maybe you could include Pietro in your plan to annoy Wanda, but for the moment, you didn't know how. Besides, she was supposed to be arriving soon, and you were supposed to be pretending to work.

"Hey, do you guys know what you're going to wear to the World Expo yet?" Bucky asked casually, once everyone was seated.

"Yelena designed a dress for me and Maria." Nat muttered without taking her eyes off the computer. "Y/N couldn't make up her mind, right sweetie?"

You sighed, "Not really. Lena showed me some sketches, but I took too long and there wouldn't be time for her to get something done by the weekend. I think I'll borrow something."

"The invitation they gave us yesterday only said dress fancy, right? If you're considering buying your outfit, we'll go to the district together, Y/N. I need a suit, the only one I have was from a funeral, and I think that brings bad luck." Steve remarked and you nodded in agreement, before going back to answering your emails. One of them, scheduling your visit to the Kamar Taj.

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Wanda was having an increasing migraine.

She had an excellent night. Relaxing, to say the least. She slept like a baby, dreamed of the girl she liked, and had a good breakfast.

And then her annoyingly pushy brother decided to show up at work.

She had barely gotten out of the car when she walked to the front door and caught a glimpse of the bright red, attention-grabbing vehicle at the entrance to the building. Her twin flirting with the girl at the front desk was the cherry on the cake.

"Good morning, Pietro, I don't remember us having an appointment today." That's what she said as she approached him in the lobby, smiling in greeting at the girl at the counter who quickly delivered some of her mail before making her way to the elevator, her brother giving the receptionist a wink before accompanying her.

"Good morning dear baby sister. We don't, I just wanted to pay a friendly visit." Declared the man smiling unbothered, causing the other to chuckle briefly.

"You drove downtown at rush hour just to say hi? As if." Wanda muttered, and was getting into the elevator next. She sighed when Pietro got in as well. "If you're here for what I think you are, you'd better give up."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Pietro retorted with his hands in his pockets, watching the floor indicator go up. Wanda shook her head slowly in disbelief.

"I have a team of twenty employees, over a hundred and fifty on the floor and almost half a million in the company. Do you really think that if you follow me around all day you will guess who the girl is?" Asked the woman in mockery, the elevator doors opening to reveal the sector.

Pietro hesitated only for a second.

"I have twin advantages. I just need to read your body expression and listen to my intuition, I'm sure I'll guess who it is." He stated, and ignored his sister's eye roll to smile and greet the employees on the way to the woman's office.

He was paying attention to the people around him, but Wanda was checking her mail on the way. Suddenly, Pietro chuckled, and she barely bothered to raise her eyes to him as she mumbled what he thought was funny.

"I just figured the difficulty would be greater, but it's as if the universe wanted things to be that way." He commented, and Wanda looked at him with a frown in confusion.

"What...?"

"Gifting your top-secret girlfriend with the blouse I gave you for your birthday is not the best plan to hide her you know?" Pietro interrupted with a winning smile, and Wanda's eyes widened, turning her face to look in the same direction as him, where you were picking some papers from the printer. "And I must admit you have great taste, little sister because out of everyone on my old team, Y/N was definitely the most interesting and fun."

"I-I..." Wanda stood in shock, both surprised to have been discovered and completely overwhelmed to see you wearing her clothes. And also wondering at the possibility of Pietro tormenting her for it. Her shock, however, only lasted a few seconds, she quickly raised a finger in threat to her brother, "Don't you dare embarrass her."

Pietro laughed, throwing his hair back. "I would never. But I have questions."

"Keep them to yourself."

"Not a chance." Pietro retorted and was already moving away to approach you, ignoring his sister's low protests.

You were startled when you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder but relaxed as you found Pietro's smiling face beside you.

"It's so good to see you again, Y/N! How are you?" He greeted gently, hugging you for a moment.

"Good to see you too, Pietro! I'm fine, how are you? How's California?"

"Warm and crowded, like New York, if you ask me." He returned making you smile.

Your expression hesitates a little when you meet Wanda's gaze, your stomach doing a complete turn, and your cheeks turning red almost in the same second.

Great, now Wanda turns you into a nervous teenager when she smiles at you. This is getting ridiculous.

Nodding politely as you murmured good morning to her, you cleared your throat and hugged the sheets you took out of the printer to give you some reassurance as you felt her gaze run all over your body from top to bottom.

"Hey, the last time we saw each other, you were dating a pretty blonde, what ending did that lead to?" Pietro asked suddenly, and you blinked in confusion for a second at the sudden change of subject.

Wanda gave him a not-so-gentle nudge, but he just grinned, his gaze on you waiting for an answer.

With a confused laugh, you commented, "Yeah, that turned out bad... We broke up a while after you left."

"Um, too bad, she was really pretty." He commented and you had no way of knowing it was just to annoy her sister, and just looked away half-heartedly.

"I think so."

"Well, it's her loss if you ask me!" He stated suddenly, trying not to make the mood of the conversation sad. "By the way, are you seeing anyone?"

Wanda was going to kill him. You just laughed awkwardly.

"If I didn't know you I would think you were interested." You sneered, getting only a sneaky smile from the boy.

"And that would be so unlikely because?" he retorted, leaving you speechless with surprise. Wanda frowned in indignation.

"Jesus, stop it! Y/N, I'm sorry, he's being an asshole. If you came here just to harass my employees I will throw you out myself!" Wanda warned angrily, but the man just laughed, raising his hands in surrender.

"I'm just kidding!" He defended himself with a short laugh. " By all means, that blouse looks great on you, Y/N. Where did you buy it?"

Wanda bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from cursing at her brother in the middle of the office, and you smiled at the man.

"Thanks, but it's not really mine." You spoke switching your gaze between the twins in front of you. "I picked it up by accident, but I think I'll keep it. I like it more than I thought I would."

Wanda stared at you intensely, almost forgetting that her brother was present for a second. That, until he let out a soft sigh.

"Lovely." He murmured. "Hey, are you going to the Expo this weekend?"

"Yes! Will you be joining us this year?" You asked, appreciating the change of subject because Wanda's gaze was making your legs wobbly.

Pietro smiled, nodding. " Yeah, I'm not going back to California until next month; I'm here to pick up Billy and Tommy to spend the summer with the best uncle in the world."He bragged sweetly making you laugh and Wanda roll her eyes with amusement.

"Well, best uncle in the world, people need to work, if you've said your hellos you can leave." Wanda interrupted with a warning tone, and Pietro chuckled, allowing himself to be pushed toward the elevators again. He made sure to tell you that he would see you at the exhibition before he walked away.

You went back to your desk with your forms, but before you could sit down, Wanda was back.

"Y/N, my office, I have something for you." She said simply, and you ignored the little smile Nat flashed at you to follow Wanda.

She entered first, moving to leave her belongings on the desk.

"Close the door dear." She asked, and you frowned at her serious tone. The room was dimly lit, the cleaning staff had left all the blinds down, and the windows in the wall were also covered. You thought Wanda was moving to turn on the lights, but she moved closer to you until your back was pressed against the door you just shut.

"You have something of mine."

She whispered, her dark eyes intense in your direction. You swallowed dryly, clenching your fists at the side of your body.

"Like I said, they're my clothes..."

Wanda let out a wicked little laugh, her hands coming up to land on your waist, your body burning even though she was only touching you over the fabric.

"Look who was talking." She murmurs, her fingers playing the edge fabric, some dangerously meeting your skin at the waist under the blouse. "It looks better on you, I admit, but I still prefer you with nothing on."

"Do you want me to take it off?" You challenged breathlessly, and she bit back a smile.

"Dekta, don't tease..."

"Only you can?" You retorted, feeling her squeeze your flesh gently. But you didn't back down, licking your lips to add, "Do you have any idea how I was after you hung up?"

Wanda denied with her head, her gaze on your lips. "Tell me."

You laughed affectedly, leaning your face until your mouth was at the height of her ear. "So fucking wet, Wanda. Tight and soaked on my bed when I could be dripping in your mouth."

Wanda groaned, one hand coming up to your neck and pressing you against the door, a muffled moan making its way down your throat as you met her dark eyes burning with desire, her face so close you could feel her breath against your lips.

"You can't say those things here." She warned in a husky, affected tone of voice, her lips brushing against yours.

"Why not?" you returned in the same tone, feeling Wanda's hand squeeze your neck lightly, and almost unable to resist the urge to roll your eyes.

"It makes me want to fuck you so bad. And I can't risk doing that here." She explained, but she was closing her eyes, her breath panting against your lips.

"I can be quiet for you." You whispered, risking sticking your tongue out, teasing Wanda's lips, and drawing an affected sigh.

"We shouldn't.... the HR...everyone outside... " She tried to form some coherent sentence, but she was advancing against your mouth, and you closed your eyes at the same instant she kissed you.

You both panted against each other's mouths, your hands moved to Wanda's shoulders and neck, trying to bring her closer, pulling her into you, and she did the same, pressing her whole body against yours, the hand on your neck tangled to your hair, deepening the kiss as her tongue slid against yours.

Your legs turned to jelly, and you were grateful for the door support and Wanda's hand on your waist. You couldn't let go, wrapped in a mixture of arousal and longing, kissing hungrily and passionately, a pushing and pulling war between heavy sighs and muffled moans on each other's lips.

Wanda's hand began to reach up inside your shirt, making your body shiver, but you grabbed her hair, struggling to gain dominance in the kiss just long enough to distract her and move your hands down into her pants.

She moaned against your lips when your hand found her panties, tensing for a moment in surprise.

You took the moment to ask against her lips. "Were you like this when you called me?" your fingers teased her soaked cunt over the fabric, and Wanda choked against your lips, her hand returning to your neck to apply a little pressure, making you not forget that although you could touch, she was still in control.

"You said you were going to be quiet." She dodged your question, moving her kisses down your jaw and neck, earning a sigh from you as you began to move your fingers against her.

Wanda found a sensitive spot on your neck, and you had to bite your lips to hold back your moans. She smiled against your skin, and without warning, you pushed the fabric away and sank two fingers into her.

"Oh, fuck." She whimpered against your neck, the sound muffled by your own skin. You could still hear the footsteps of the other employees outside, keyboards, talking in the distance.

"Who's making noise now?"

She only bit your skin in warning, melting against you as your thrusts became coordinated on her clit, your thumb applying just the right amount of pressure as your fingers moved in and out of her soaked walls. Wanda whimpered with pleasure, the hand on your waist sunk its nails against your hip, and you moaned as you felt her clenching against your fingers.

She was so close, muffling her moans against you, and it was a real crime for you to stop, but you did.

"Don't you dare." She warned as she felt your speed slow down, and a hot and wet wave hit your lower abdomen, but you used your free hand to bring her face back to yours and kiss her hard enough that she could barely match it in the affected state she was in, stumbling away long enough for you to slide your fingers out.

The frustrated groan was muffed by your lips as she raised her hand to your wrist trying to pull you back but you were drifting away until you managed to open the door, and get out.

You definitely looked a mess, and your whole body was trembling, so you ducked your head and went as fast as you could to the bathroom, hiding in one of the stalls and trying to normalize your breathing.

Your fingers were soaked with Wanda's juice, and you brought them to your mouth, rolling your eyes in the back of your head as you tasted what you had missed so much.

In the office, Wanda closed the door as you left, her forehead resting against the wood as she tried to regain some of her posture.

Her whole body was buzzing, shaking, and aroused, and she had a meeting in ten minutes.

She chuckled to herself, still not believing your nerve to challenge her again. Not only that, touching her in the middle of the office, and still leaving her aching and unsatisfied behind.

This game had been going on long enough. Wanda had the impression that if she didn't have you in her bed soon, she might combust.

And you, well, you only managed to stop shaking almost half an hour later.

--//--

[michelleleewise]

Hi! I saw your requests are open and I would like to request something. The thought of Loki pretending to be someone else just to make sure the reader really liked him back is both sad and amusing at the same time. Can you make a short story or drabble based on that idea? Thank you so much.

I love this idea, so very much!! I think it would be funny watching him try to act like someone else, and also sad like you said that he would feel he needed to do that, soooo I'm gonna pick this up, and run with it!! 😁💚 thank you for the request!!

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Pairing: Loki x gn reader

Warnings: touch of angst, self esteem issues, a dash of fluff. Loki being loki, mentions of alcohol

Summary: your a lab technician at stark tower, and with that you've grown close to the group of heroes, developing a massive crush on a certain God, little did you know he felt the same...

You sat at the bar, nursing your drink contemplating why you came. Tony was infamous for his lavish parties, but you would rather be curled up on your couch watching a movie with your blanket. "Hey y/n, having fun?" You heard Bruce as he walked up. "I mean I guess, why did you invite me again?" You asked sipping your drink. "Because, you spend all day in that lab, you deserve a little fun." He said grabbing his drink. "If you say so." You sighed swirling your glass. "Come on, go mingle." He said nudging your arm. "Maybe in a bit." You said looking down. "Ok suit yourself." He said walking off.

Your eyes scanned the room, looking for the only person you wanted to talk to. Not seeing the raven haired man anywhere, you sighed waving at the bartender "he's probably already taken someone to his room." You said to yourself. "Hey, there you are." You heard Steve as he sat next to you. You looked up at him "heeey Steve, how are you?" You asked looking around, thinking he must be drunk, he hardly ever talks to you.

"Oh, you know, busy defending justice and all that." He said smiling. "Right." You nodded watching him. "So, having fun? See anyone interesting?" He asked wiggling his eyebrows. Yeah, he's drunk. "Oh, um yeah it's alright. Not really what I'm in to. Id rather be home on my couch." You laughed as he watched you. "Hmm, well, anyone you want to take to that couch with you?" He asked winking. You sighed "look, Steve, I'm flattered, but.." you started "No, No not me. Anyone.......else?" He asked leaning on the bar. You felt your cheeks heat up thinking about the man you would love to take home and have your way with. "Umm, not really no, well he's not here anyway so." You shrugged.

"Oh, there is someone. Come on, who is it?" He asked turning towards you. "Steve, I don't think.." you started "nonsense, you can tell me, I won't say anything, scouts honor." He said holding his hand up making you laugh. "Ugh alright. Well he's tall, the softest looking hair, and the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, he's charming and sweet, beautiful really." You sighed looking down "and a voice that could melt an iceberg." You said downing your drink. "Mmm sounds dreamy, does this charming man have a name?" He asked "mmm, I don't think I should say." You said looking at him "besides, he would never feel the same about me." You smiled sadly.

"You don't know that, your intelligent, witty, have a wonderful sense of humor, and you have a way of lighting up whatever room you walk into, any man would be lucky to have you as theirs." He said sternly. "Ha ha yeah ok." You rolled your eyes. "Y/n.." he started before he looked to the other side of the room. "I...uh have to go....I forgot I have to.....polish my shield. Can't fight for patriotism with a dirty shield." He saluted running off. "That was weird." You said sipping your drink. You sat there a bit longer, turning to scan the room. You saw Steve talking with Tony and Bruce, Natasha and Wanda were sitting on one of the sofas as you spotted Thor and Loki sitting on the other. You sighed, finishing your drink you pushed yourself up heading for the elevators.

"Hey kid, leaving so soon." You heard Tony ask. "Yeah, I'm gonna head out. Oh, Steve how's your shield?" You smiled remembering your conversation. "What do you mean? It's fine." He said furrowing his eyebrows. "You said you needed to polish it, remember?" You asked. "When did I say that?" He asked "earlier, when you were at the bar, you said...." you stopped as realization hit you, that wasn't Steve. "Will you excuse me please." You said leaving Tony and Steve.

You headed for the sofas, but Loki was gone. You scanned the room, standing on your toes searching through the sea of people when your eyes spotted his raven hair, ducking between people heading for the elevators. "Oh no you dont." You said as you pushed past everyone heading for the hall. You came out right in front of the hallway, not seeing Loki come out when you turned towards the elevator, seeing him in his black suit, frantically hitting the elevator button. You strode down the hall, determined to catch him before it arrived.

"Loki.." you said coming up behind him. You saw him freeze before turning around, offering you a huge smile. "Y/n, hello. How are you?" He asked. "Cut the crap, I know it was you." You said poking him in the chest. His smile fell slightly as he looked at you "I apologize for my deception y/n, but I needed to know." He said fidgeting with his hands. "Needed to know what?" You asked crossing your arms. "How you felt about me." He said, putting his hands in his pockets. "What, so you can mock me, tease me, tell everyone how pathetic I am?" You said beginning to pace the hallway. "Absolutely not, that is not why I wanted to know." He said stepping forward. "Then why Loki? Why would you humilate me? trick me into admitting I love you!" You yelled, slapping your hand over your mouth realizing what you said.

Loki stepped forward, staring into your eyes as the elevator dinged. "Nevermind, I'm going. Good night Loki." You said, feeling your eyes tear up as you stormed into the elevator, frantically pressing the button, watching Loki stand there staring at you as the doors closed. "God I'm such an idiot." You sighed to yourself as you reached the ground floor, heading to your car. You fiddled with your keys as you heard footsteps behind you "y/n, please wait." You heard. "Loki, I don't want to talk about it." You sighed turning around, not realizing how close he was.

"The reason I wanted to know how you felt about me, was to see of my feelings were reciprocated." He said bringing his hand up, cupping your cheek. "Wait, what?" You asked as he smiled. "I have longed for you for sometime, your the only reason I go to that dingy lab." He said sliding his hand to your neck. "Why didn't you just ask me?" You said looking at him. "I was...afraid I may have been wrong." He sighed looking into your eyes. "Y/n, would you allow me to court you?" He asked grabbing your hand with his free one. "You, want to court.....me?" You asked staring at him. "If you'll have me, yes." He said stepping closer, his nose inches from yours. "Umm...I'd like that very much Loki." You said smiling.

You saw his eyes flicker to your lips and back, as he closed the distance, pressing his lips softly on yours. You turned your head, deepening the kiss, running your along his bottom lip, sliding your tongue in as he parted his lips. He moaned into your mouth as your fingers laced through his hair, slightly tugging. Pulling apart for air you looked into eachothers eyes "so, wanna come sit on my couch with me?" You asked "I would love nothing more." He said, pecking your lips climbing in the car. "Oh, and you really need to work on your impression of Steve, I thought he went crazy." You laughed starting your car. "Noted." He said laughing.

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@vbecker10 @lokiprompts

[ultralush]

body electric (part one)

summary: when you call your mom’s best friend mommy too

pairing: mbf!wanda maximoff x younger!fem reader

warnings: NSFW smut, age gap (r is of age), dirty talk, mommy kink, fingering, pet names, masturbation, alcohol consumption, eavesdropping (?), unedited

this was written in a rush and it shows

Wanda finds it cute how secretly smitten you are for her. It’s evident from the way your face would heat up when she compliments you or when you sheepishly stumble over your words complimenting her back. Don’t even get her started with how you’d pick out the skimpiest dress just to impress her whenever she comes over to your house to hang out with your mom.

“Honey, can you fetch me the wine please?” You heard your mother calling you from the living room. You soon did what she asked, walking up towards the cabinet to get the requested bottle of Chardonnay. Wanda sat next to her at the sofa, laughing about something your mother just said. You watched her run her hand through her long auburn hair as you approach the two best friends in the midst of chatting.

“Thanks, love.” You set the wine at the coffee table in front of them, incessantly trying to avoid Wanda’s gaze.

“Hey, Y/n. How’s school coming along?” She cocked her head to the side, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips when she noticed your fingers playfully reaching down to fumble the hem of your dress, “It’s going well so far.” You replied shyly.

Wanda nodded, pouring the amber drink right into her glass. You saw the way her green eyes flickered at you. “Why don’t you sit down with us for a while?” Wanda invitingly patted at the empty spot beside her.

You sent a bewildered glance to your mother who seemed to be on board with the idea of you interloping them, or rather unbothered. “I can’t, I’m still doing my homework.”

Wanda chuckled, “That’s why I’m asking you to unwind with us, don’t overwork yourself too much.”

“Wanda’s right, dear. We’re watching a movie you might like.” Your mother said.

“No thank you, I’ll just head back to my room now. You guys enjoy though.” You slowly drew yourself back, feeling Wanda’s heated gaze glued onto you.

“Suit yourself, honey.”

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You went to bed with a wet spot pooling your underwear and your mother’s best friend on your mind. Cursing at the throbbing ache growing at your core that was begging to be tended, you eventually gave in. Fluttering your eyes shut, your hand traveled inside your shorts and panties. A soft gasp escaped your lips as your finger lightly circled your clit. “Fuck, Wanda…” You moaned breathlessly before inserting a finger inside you and began thrusting in and out.

“Make me feel so good!” The image of Wanda doing this exact lewd thing to you plagued your vision. You bit your lip, imagining that it was her fingers fucking you instead and that somewhat instantly drove you closer over the edge. “Mommy…” You added another finger. “Fuck me, mommy. I’m your good girl, please…”

The sensation of the palm of your hand rubbing your clit along with your relentless thrusts tightened the coil inside you. “O-oh!” Soon enough, the wave of your orgasm had you catching your breath. Your head fell down to your pillow, eyes half lidded as you breathed out a content sigh. You could feel yourself drifting to slumber but the sound of your door creaking open caught you off guard, almost making you jump.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for what you were seeing. Wanda emerged into your room, wearing a tight lipped smirk as though she had just caught you in the act. “Didn’t expect you’d be such a naughty girl, Y/n.” She smirked, crossing her arms. Was she outside your door all this time? Even so, you wanted to bury your head in your sheets in shame.

“W-Wanda? What are you doing here?” You sat up, eyes widening at her abrupt presence. Wanda closed the door behind her, making your heart pound even louder. “I was about to leave but then I heard some noises coming from upstairs so I went to check it out.”

The older woman walked up to you, her hand reaching out to cup your cheek. Just like that, you melted into her touch. “Tell me, baby. Were you touching yourself?” She murmured in a low yet delicate tone. You meekly nodded.

“And here I was thinking you’re so innocent. Who would’ve thought? Tell me, were you thinking of me when you rubbed your clit?” Wanda doesn’t have to know. She clearly heard it herself, her own name coming out of your mouth as you pleasure yourself. She just wanted you to explicitly admit your schoolgirl crush on her.

“Use your words, sweetheart.” Wanda prompted, her eyes visibly filled with glinting lust amongst the darkness.

“Yes… b-been thinking about you.” You could feel the familiar heat between your thighs returning unbidden as it longed for Wanda’s touch.

“Call me mommy like you did, detka.” Your linen shorts got carefully dragged down, revealing Wanda the sight of your cum stained panties. “Your mother’s sleeping shit-faced downstairs. I’m your mommy now.”

“Please mommy… need you so bad.” Your whining permitted the redhead to collide her crimson lips into yours. You hummed, tasting the hints of wine lingering in her tongue. For what it seemed like forever, your cunt finally met some sweet relief when Wanda dipped two fingers inside your entrance.

“Fuck sweetheart. Your pussy feels so tight. Can’t believe you were touching this pretty thing all by yourself.” Wanda’s breath felt hot under your neck as her long fingers deliciously stretched you out. You instinctively bucked your hips up when her thumb began rubbing your sensitive clit, each stroke felt like bursts of electricity running through your body.

“Does mommy make you feel good, babygirl?”

“Yes! Feel so so good— ah— just like that mommy!” Wanda curled her fingers inside the spongy passage of your cunt making you see stars as you near your second orgasm for the night. “‘m so close, mommy…” Wanda quickened her pace, her voice grazed your ear like silk as she uttered words of encouragement. “That’s it, cum for mommy, pretty girl.”

After finger fucking you through your orgasm, the older woman was pleased with herself at the sight of you. Head thrown back, chest heaving heavily as you slowly simmer down from your climax. Pulling your blanket up, the older woman tucked you in before placing a small heartfelt kiss on your forehead, “sweet dreams detka, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

[lunarspiral1127]

*Multiverse of Madness SPOILERS*

Ah, Charles Xavier. Now, I love the X-Men. It got me into Marvel (that and Spider-Man). Patrick Stewart was great playing him in the Fox's X-Men movies, and in MoM. When he shows up, he looks exactly like the Professor X from the 90s animated series. From the suit to the big yellow hover wheelchair (honestly I preferred his previous wheelchairs from the previous movies cause it looks more practical and less clunky) to the wave effects whenever he uses his telepathy, to the FREAKING X-MEN THEME PLAYING WHEN HE FIRST SHOWS UP! It was pure nostalgia bait, and I fell for it. I wish I didn't, cause I had to watch him die again for the third time by Wanda snapping his neck.....how dare you MCU?

HOW FREAKING DARE YOU?!?!

This was what pissed me off the most. I threw my napkin on the floor and slammed my arms on the arm rests in anger nearly hitting my best friend who was sitting next to me. This was nearly my rage quit moment, as I had the urge to walk out, but I didn't.

Xavier was an Alpha-Level Mutant, possesses the most powerful brain in existence, and was supposed to be the world's greatest telepath. He was the only competent member of the Illuminati willing to tell Doctor Strange where he can find the book of Vishanti (even though he didn't set him free), bought time for America and Christine to escape, and tried to free the Wanda that was possessed by MCU Wanda. Only for her to snap his neck which reminded me of his death in the Ultimatum comics where Magneto snapped Xavier's death, which I also hated in the comics.

Yeah, Wanda is really powerful in the comics so of course Charles would struggle. But, I thought it'd be different in the MCU or something. Guess not....it still hurt to see that though.

Honestly, I'm so done with seeing this character die. Sure his last two deaths had an emotional impact with Logan, Storm and the other X-Men, but this was just more anger-inducing because this was just to show how Wanda is a big threat, which okay yeah sure. But, did he had to die like that?! Also, in X-Men Apocalypse, Charles fought Apocalypse in his mindscape but the injuries he had in that fight didn't appear in his physical form. So, would the neck snap still happen physically or at least do major damage to him? Cause I'm confused about that.

This is the third X-Men character that was brought into the MCU (fourth if you count Evan Peters' Quicksilver), and look what they've done. A Quicksilver who dies in a lame way and is forgotten and barely mentioned in years until Wandavision. Hell, Wanda doesn't even bother trying to find her TWIN BROTHER through the multiverse, but her kids that only existed in the hex. Another Quicksilver who isn't Pietro, but another guy for the sake of a boner joke. Wanda, who's a whole can of worms right there that many people here have pointed out so much wrong about her (better than I could). And, Charles Xavier, who was just nostalgia bait and killed off to hype up an antagonist who I don't give a damn about and wants her to go away.

If this is what the MCU has done to those characters, imagine what they'll do to Wolverine, Cyclops, Storm, Rogue, Gambit, Jean, Ice Man, Nightcrawler, Beast, Magneto, Mystique, Deadpool or any other character. If they're done dirty just like the previous ones, then Disney and Marvel Studios shouldn't have gotten their hands on the X-Men. Same for Fantastic Four.

[wandanatsbaby]

The Witch or Assassin

You had known Wanda since you were both kids. You had also been in love with her since you were 11. But now she's with Vision. Will you two ever be together or will someone else take your heart instead?

Warnings ⚠️: Cursing, teasing, dirty talk

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Little!read. Natasha Romanoff x Little!reader

Word count: 1,028

Part 2 | Part 3

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°~° means switching POV

It pained you to see Wanda with Vision but there wasn't anything you could do. You were in love with her and she chose a fucking toaster over you.

You liked seeing her happy but you wished it was with you. You wished a lot of things she did with him was you. You wanted to feel her lips against yours not including that one truth or dare you wanted to be the one she was head over heels in love with. But it wasn't. And no matter how much that hurt you had to accept it. 

She had a bond with him though. A bond that you didn't. And it was all thanks to the little stone that powered the damn microwave. Sometimes you wished You could rip the stone out of his head but that wouldn't get you anywhere. 

Wanda liked to show him off everywhere she went. Grocery shopping? Shows him off. Mall? Shows him off. It's annoying. God you wanted her to love you so bad. It got to the point to where you refused to go anywhere with her. 

Luckily Nat was more than happy to spend her free time with you. During movie nights you would sit at the end of the couch and she would make sure to sit right next to you. If you got tired during the movie she'd let you cuddle up to her and lay your head on her shoulder. 

Bucky had known about you crush on the witch but he also saw how close you and Natasha are. He would continuously ask you questions and tease you when you where around Nat but you would always deny. How could he even think that? It was obvious you were in love with Wanda but you couldn't deny how your heart would beat faster around Nat. 

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While you were busy pinning over Wanda Natasha was falling in love with you. She loved the way you would bury your face into her chest during a scary movie or how you would smile and laugh at every joke Sam told to make him feel better. Not to mention that you were the only one allowed to call her "Natty" if anyone else tried she'd kill them. 

The team watched as this was all happening. They were very confused. Tony and Peter had bet that you and Wanda would end up happening while everyone else (excluding you, Wanda, and Natasha) said that you and Nat would end up together. 

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It was movie night tonight. I really didn't want to go but Nat litterly dragged me to the movie room. There was only one spot left on the couch though. 

"I'll sit on the floor." Nat looked at me before shaking her head. Then she pulled me over to the couch. She sat down then pulled me down onto her lap. This was not what I was expecting. I looked over at Wanda and saw her glaring at Nat. Maybe I could make her jealous.

I smiled at Nat while laying my head on her shoulder while her hand was around my waist. 

"How's this?" She whispered while using her other hand to push hair out of my face.

"Good. Thank you Natty." She seem d to smile wider at the nickname and I couldn't help but think how amazing her smile is. 

Just as I was thinking this I heard something drop causing a loud noise and me to jump.

"It was just Wanda, baby. It's alright." I blushed hard at the nickname. 

I heard moving and then someone call my name.

"Y/n/n, there's a seat right here. Now you don't have to sit on her lap." She growled like when she said her. I saw Nat frown before tightening her grip on me.

"I think she's fine right here, Wanda."

"She can make her own decisions, Widow." Before Nat could say anything back I decided to interrupt.

"Thank you Wanda but I'm fine. Natty's really warm and I'm cold." Look I may not be cold but Nat is warm and I'm really comfortable.

Wanda huffs but doesn't say anything else and Nat smirks in victory. 

Everyone just stares for a second before Tony speaks up.

"Alright what movie we watching tonight?" 

"Annabelle." Nat says while I shake my head.

"No. No. No. No. No creepy dolls that kill you. No thank you. Nuh uh." Thor, Steve, and bucky laugh while vision mutters something I can't understand. 

"Don't worry I'll protect you, printessa." I burry my head further into nats should so that none sees my blush.

"Fine" I huff out and she laughs. 

"Annabelle it is." He starts the movie. I don't really watch it though. I either keep my head burried I'm Nats shoulder or I look at her without her noticing.

Though I'm not as sneaky as I thought and I quickly learn that when Nats looks down at me.

"You know it's rude to stare." She whisperes teasingly.

"Sorry." I squeak while looking away at her.

"Oh no. Don't look away, Dove. I don't mind. I find it cute." She smirks as she sees my cheeks redden impossibly more. "You know your cute when your all embarrassed." 

"Stop." I whine while pouting at her.

"What? Can my little dove not handle my teasing?" I roll my eyes at her but that makes her smirk fall. She harshly grabs my throat making me look straight at her. "Don't you roll your eyes at me, little one. I don't want to have to punish you." My eyes widen as I clench my thighs together. Her smirk returns and she lets go of my neck before sitting back. She looks at the TV a smirk still plastered on her face while I continue to stare at her wide eyed.

Did she really just say she would punish me? Not only that but why did it turn me on. God I'm a sucker for powerful women. I groan quietly but cuddle back into Nat trying to forget about what she said and the tingling from between my legs. 

This is gonna be a long night.

[nifolution]

Dirty Secret 3

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, insecurity, betrayal, cheating, smut, fluff, arguments, Steve being a jerk, stupid Steve, fighting, jealousy

A/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is still written in 1st & 3rd person. 18+ only due to smut. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

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Chapter 3

[Now]

I’m happy to report that I am now a full member of the Avengers. My code name is Luminescent. I’m not fond of it, but it was that or Firefly and there’s enough bug people on the team. The current members are myself, Steve, Sam, Bruce, Bucky, Wanda, and Peter when he’s not at the university. Tony & Rhodey stepped back into consulting roles, we only see them from time to time. There are so many allies now. So many Avengers on call, like Thor and Carol. Scott was offered a permanent position before myself, but he decided to spend time with Cassie. I respect his decision, he missed so much of her life already.

I have to say I am proud of myself. I worked my butt off and was successful. I have a job to be proud of again. One that comes with a new room on the Avenger’s floor, not that I spend much time in it. My nights belong to Steve, in his room. We’ve been together for just over 2 years now. Fuck, I love him so much. He was it for me. I could feel it in my bones.

The relationship wasn’t tension free, however. The excitement of being caught became a fear. We’ve been lying to everyone for so long, what if they reacted badly? What if they didn’t accept our relationship? What if they were upset and hated us for lying to them? I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I didn’t want to lose the family I had found.

The more time passed, the harder the secret became to keep. I hated that I couldn’t have his picture as my screensaver. I hated that any picture I took of us had to be hidden in an encrypted folder. That I couldn’t sit next to him and cuddle during movie nights. That I couldn’t kiss him goodbye at the hangar when he left for a mission. How any texts to each other had to be work related or innocent and vague. How when we were in public we could only act like friends. How when we go to the movies he would only hold my hand when the lights go down. How I had to hold my tongue over the coms when I wanted to tell him I loved him. Always having to settle for a ‘be careful.’ I wanted to hold him in med bay when he was injured. I wanted to be with him all day, not just at night. Not just on secret dates. It was so so very hard.

I see other couples like Tony and Pepper, even Parker & his girlfriend and I’m jealous. Seeing what they had, made what Steve and I have not seem real… Maybe it wasn’t.

I wanted to tell our friends. I wanted to wear my love for him on my sleeve like a badge of honor, but Steve still wanted it kept quiet. ‘Too scared to ruin what we have.’ I couldn’t understand why he made me hide for so long though. Maybe I wasn’t worth telling people about. The constant sneaking around and lies became exhausting. I feared he was only keeping this secret so that he could easily dump me when he got bored, without feeling guilty. There would be no drama and he’d never have to face the music.

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I still loved waking up in Steve’s arms. He always left before the sun was up to go for a run. He would kiss my head and slip out quietly. Never once saying he loved me, like he did the nights before. It’s like our relationship ceased to exist with every sunrise. I was expected to orb back to my room before the rest of the team awoke… Steve only says he loves me at night, while in bed. It took me months to notice, now it breaks my heart every time.

After returning to my room and getting ready for the day. I grabbed a quick muffin and coffee and decided to take a walk before I had to officially start my morning. Whose idea was it to have a briefing at 8am anyway?

I walked the path outside that led to Natasha Romanoff’s memorial. It was peaceful there, beautiful. I sat down on one of the benches and watched the fountains. The whole team missed her. I wish I could have met her. She was gorgeous, deadly, intelligent, and fearless. She spoke several languages, was an expert spy and a fierce friend. And there were the sides of her only her closest friends knew. How despite her unbreakable poker face, she was sweet and kind hearted. She held the team together even in the bleakest times and there was nothing she wouldn’t do for someone she cared about. Her sacrifice allowed the rest of us to return. The universe owes her a debt that it could never repay. I like to take time out of my week to offer her my gratitude and admiration.

I was lost in thought when Tony appeared beside me “Hey Tink.” He was fond of the nicknames. I’ve been called Tinkerbell, rainbow bright, glowstick…

I rolled my eyes, “Good morning, Tony.”

“The meeting’s in 5, better get a move on.” He blew on his own coffee, acting disinterested. “Oh quick question…”

“Let me guess. You and Pepper have a hot date and you need a babysitter?” I smiled at him, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, this Saturday. Can you?”

“Of course. Who else can I sing Disney karaoke with?” I started walking toward the main building.

Tony shouted out to me, “You’re the best Light Bright.” Look at that, he found another moniker.

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Well this was unexpected. A French crime lord was dead. My upcoming mission canceled. It was officially ruled an accident, autoerotic asphyxiation. The screen showed a picture of him dangling above a bed with a heavy ceiling chain wrapped around his neck and hand.

“Well I’m not one to kink shame, but that seems excessive,” I joked. I was trying to hide my disappointment that Steve and I wouldn’t be going to Paris together.

Bucky leaned in and whispered, “That’s cause you and Steve are freaks.” The last word drawn out for emphasis.

I elbowed him. Bucky is the only one that knows about us. The walls are mostly soundproof, but as we found out, they don’t stand up to supersoldier hearing. It took weeks of him unwillingly listening to Steve and I before he said something. Steve was too embarrassed to look at Bucky. I bought him earplugs. He became our only confidant. He thinks we are good for each other. It was nice having at least one person in my corner.

Sam scoffed, “Do we really believe that’s what happened?”

Maria looked up from her device, “No, but let’s not look a gift horse in the mouth.” Another picture appeared. “Following Beaumont’s untimely death, the other members fought among themselves for leadership and seem to have scattered. We will keep an eye on the situation, but for now you’re all dismissed.” She looked back at her device, swiping at something. “Oh, Steve, I need you to stay. There are other matters we need to discuss.”

The rest of us filed out. I turned back to Steve, offering a small smile. He reciprocated. I’d be seeing him later, we had a date.

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Steve was acting strange. He apologized for being late to our lunch date. It wasn’t a big deal, but he remained pensive, moody. I kept trying to start a conversion but he was distracted. He just stared at his food, preoccupied with whatever was running through his mind.

I waved my hand in front of his face, “Steve?”

“Yeah?” he grumbled.

“I said, now that our mission is canceled, maybe we can go on a vacation. I’m thinking to that cozy bed and breakfast in PA. What do you think?”

“I can’t. I, um, leave for another mission in a few days. And, uh.. the briefing is this evening?”

“Oh,” I pouted. “Well maybe when you get back?”

“Ya, we’ll see,“ he answered dismissively.

"Do you know what you want waiting for you when you get back? Blackberry pie? Macadamia-chocolate chip cookies?” His usual reply was ‘just you,’ but I’d always make him a little something anyway.

“Look, I can’t think about it right now. I need to concentrate on the new mission. Get my head in the game. This mission is too important. I have a lot I need to prepare for this mission briefing. In fact, I need to cut our date short and start. I’m sorry, but the mission needs to come first.” Steve looked stressed out. I couldn’t understand why. This was par for the course in our line of work.

“Ooh, say mission again,” I teased. “You sound so sexy when you say mission, it really gets me going.”

Steve flipped out, slamming his hand on the table. “God damn it, Y/N, don’t you take anything seriously? First that quip during the meeting, now you’re poking fun at me.”

Why was he so upset? “Steve, I was only…”

“You were acting a fool, and now you’re being a bitch. Grow up. You’re an Avenger, act like it,” he snapped.

“Why are you jumping down my throat? My sense of humor never bothered you before. What is really going on, Steve? Please talk to me.” I was proud of myself for managing to not cry. Steve never spoke to me like this before.

Steve stood up from his chair, “You…. you wouldn't…” He didn’t finish. Stomped back to his car and drove off.

What the hell just happened? I sat there stunned. Something was going on. Steve got broody sometimes, but never this angry. And never toward me. Not even when we fought. I orbed back to base. I tried again to speak with Steve, but he wouldn’t. He walked away from me, again. His behavior baffled me, and it cut deep.

Chapter 4