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elizabethxolsenn · 2 years

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Don’t you worry child.

WandNat!! Art not mine.

Warnings; Mention of death, Depression, Eating Disorder, Anxiety, Puppy Wanda and Mommy Natasha. (Eventually.) Lactation, Drunk flirtation.

After AOU, Wanda is unable to take care of herself, so Natasha, the only other girl in the compound, takes Wanda under her wing.

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Wanda was just quiet. She laid there, on the ship back to New York. She didn’t want to leave Sokovia. She wanted to die there. Now as she sat there, staring at her brothers body, next to Clint, who just sat there. She tucked her knees into her chest as tears fell down her face. She wasn’t truly crying. It was just tears, no sound, no unsteady breathing.

She tried wiping them away, but they just kept falling from her face. Hearing soft pats from behind her, they don’t to get closer, after they came to a stop, she heard a voice, a soft one, “Hey there, little witch.” She pondered looking up, not that she needed to, the is due to the fact that the person making the steps sat next to her, and wrapped a warm arm around her.

“Let Go.” Her accent was think, but her voice was barley loud enough for the redhead next to her to hear. Nodding, Natasha let her arm fall off of Wanda. “I’m here for you, okay? I’m gonna take care of you from here on out. Anything you need, Wanda.” Wanda scoffed, she finally looked up, her eyeliner ran down her face, black streams stained, she opened her mouth to sass back at Natasha, but was stopped when had a went up to cup her face.

“Oh Wanda. Your make-up is all ruined. Here,” She wiped some of the stains off the best she was able, Wanda then realized that maybe she wasn’t being messed with. That Natasha truly meant this as an act of kindness. To Natasha’s surprise, the small brunette laid her head on her shoulder.

Much to the dismay of Natasha, Wanda was very timid at first, but it was understandable. So when Wanda didn’t want to get close, or told Natasha to leave her alone. Natasha did just that. She knew Wanda wasn’t taking care of herself, so eventually, after two weeks, she had to force herself into Wandas life.

Walking into Wandas room, Natasha found a sleeping girl who had grown to be skinny, Wanda was wearing nothing much, but only a bra and sweat pants, her rib cage being evident. Natasha began to pick up around the room. Throwing dirty clothes into the hamper, picking up trash, sweeping, trying her best to be quiet. Wanting the best for Wanda, she always tried to do good for her. She looked at her and she saw the most beautiful girl ever, Wondering how the gods could let any evil happen to the poor girl.

She immediately turned when she heard Wanda begin to stir, putting the broom against the wall, making sure not to make another noise.

When tears fell down Wanda’s face and whines came from her mouth, Natasha hurried to her, gently shaking her. More whines and whimpers fell and Natasha held so much pity. She smiled when Wanda finally let her eyes open a bit, Natasha wiped her tears once again. “Hey there, sweet girl.”

Caught off guard by the nickname, Wanda scooted back. Now from the far eye, it may seem like the brunette held a hatred for Natasha. In reality, she was afraid to let her in. She didn’t want her heart to break again. What if something happens to Natasha? What would she do then? She knew nobody else had been willing to take her into care.

“What are you doing? Watching me sleep? Fucking creep.” She knew what Natasha was doing, but she washed it away and gave Natasha sass. Natasha laughed at the fact that Wanda thought she was creeping. Motioning the room, Natasha raised her eyebrows. Wanda spoke and so did Natasha, the redhead brought up a fact that had not yet crossed Wandas mind, or rather something she’s been telling herself, ‘I’ll do it tomorrow.’ And eventually, never doing it.

Natasha then, helped the smaller avenger out of her bed. Holding her hand as she guided her to the restroom, Wanda stared at the ground the entire time, embarrassed, believing herself as a child. Or, acting as if one. No grown adult needed an older figure to tell them to shower, she’d think. Natasha, on the other hand, was just glad she’d got as far as touching her face. Let alone getting her to shower. She was so proud of Wanda for agreeing.

“Your thoughts are very loud, Natasha.” She spat. Natasha smiled and shrugged, when the two of them got to the restroom, their hands separated. Opening the curtain, Natasha begun the shower water. Smiling, she spun back around to Wanda, who looked like she wanted to kill Natasha.

“So I’m gonna leave, I’ll be in your room, and uhm, yeah!” As she waltzed down to the door, she felt a tug on her shirt, stopping for a second, then turning around, she tilted her head and gave a questioning look to Wanda. Sighing, Wanda played with her fingers, stuttering.

“Could you, maybe, uhm, only if you’re fine with it, maybe, maybe stay with me? And help- help me? I just, I may not actually do it if you leave and,” putting a finger to Wanda’s lips, stopping what could’ve gone on for minutes, she nodded. Sitting herself on the toilet, she looked away as Wanda began to get undressed. The last thing she’d ever want Is to make her uncomfortable. She wants Wanda to trust her, not be scared of her.

“You’re gonna see it anyways.” Wanda muttered. Taking off her last piece of clothing. Why would Natasha close her eyes if she was planning to help? Maybe she wasn’t gonna help, maybe she was going to make fun of Wanda. Wandas breath got quicker as each point of worry hit her, putting her back against the wall, she tried to steady her breathing, in her mind was Natashas voice, taunting her. Saying such cruel words.

Really, Natasha stood right in front of her, holding her shoulders, looking in her eyes, trying to gain her attention, “Wands, I’m right here, it’s okay.” Natasha tried to get Wandas breathing back to normal; What worried her was that it took around 2 minutes. When Wanda finally snapped back, she looked around to get a good feel of her surroundings. After a minute or so, she leaned in to hug Natasha. Wrapping her arms around her, listening carefully to the voice telling her it was okay. “Everything is alright. You’re doing so well Wanda.”

Using the 54321 method and eventually letting go of Natasha, Wanda sat at the edge of the tub taking a few, before getting into the shower.

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Wanda was glad to have Natasha. Thinking of how over the past few months, the older redhead would take care of her. Help her brush her teeth when she forgot or couldn’t. Helped her shower, washed her hair.

Even helping her though Nightmares of Ultron, those nights when she went into Natashas room to snuggle, the times when Natasha held her tighter than ever. Those were the times she cherished.

Though she seemed small, Wandas feelings were big. She had urges to stay close to her tall friend. Random moments where she felt like a kid, where she felt like Natasha was more than just a caring friend. Settling to look it up, she fell down a Rabbit hole, and stayed there, realizing much more about herself than she’d ever know.

‘Little space…Puppy space..’ she mumbled, reading more and more, finding videos and pictures and books.

Wanda suddenly jumped at the sound of an open door. “What are you doing pup?” A loud voice came, shutting her laptop, Wanda spun around quick.

“Nothing!” She grinned, embarrassed at what Natasha might find, she’d never let her know. Never. Ever. No way. It was to silly, to much, to dumb, it didn’t matter.

“It’s time to eat Princess.” Smiling, Wanda nodded, her eyes brightened. “Yes mo- Sorry, yes Nat.”

Giggling, Natasha walked to Wanda and kissed her forehead. There was nothing Wanda loved more than to get kisses from Natasha. Very common, yet very rare at the same time. The redhead began picking her up and taking her to the avengers dinner table, where nobody but them two sat. “I’m so proud of you Wands, you’ve came so far from 2 months ago.”

Nodding, Wanda took another bite of her food. Thinking about when Natasha came into her room, how she slipped, looking at Natasha, she really, really, wanted to be her puppy. She did love it when the sweet name was dropped, it made her so giddy.

It was bedtime, teeth were brushed, cartoons were watched, songs were sung, storied had been told maybe a million times, and Natasha would tell them an infinite number of times once again. Now there laid a sleepy and warm Wanda, being tucked in for the 3rd time.

Leaving, Natasha was sure she heard something. Maybe she was also tired. She turned around to make sure, “Sorry, did you say something?” She questioned. Wanda nodded, reaching her hands out, Natasha snorted, Wanda was just so needy all the time. Looking into her pleading green eyes, she contemplated her answer, unsure if she should really let her up. It was already and hour past curfew and they had an early meeting tomorrow.

“No, Wanda, go to sleep.” She humored the thought of letting Wanda run around before crashing on the floor of a random section of the compound. “Mommy, cuddle,” Natasha’s world stoped. Staring at Wanda, who barley realized what happened. As the both of them processed the thought, turning around in her bed, she wanted to throw herself off the tower.

Meanwhile, Natasha had to stop herself from jumping up and down. ‘I’m her mommy!!’ Is repeating in her head for the billionth time. Walking to Wanda from her spot, she grabbed her arm and pulled to her hand, kissing the soft skin, smelling the mix of lotion and hand soap. Wanda moved her head so she could see Natasha. Much to her surprise, Natasha was smiling the biggest grin you could imagine.

“Scoot over pup.” Nodding rapidly, Wanda spotted to the very edge, making sure her new mommy had enough room, luckily, Natasha’s space was more than enough, pulling Wanda onto her, watching closely as she sucked on her own thumb as a means to get to sleep. Pulling it away from her mouth, Wanda whined, the whining stoped when she was handed a stuffy, “don’t use your icky thumb baby, I’ll buy you some toys and teethers soon.”

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Getting Wanda up and dressed was typically easy. Doing her make up was a bit harder but what’s really hard is keeping her still during meetings. Natasha has tried just about anything, from no dessert to fidget toys. Wanda just didn’t care.

“Natty can we leave? Oh pretty please.” She whined quietly, continuing to tap her feet. She always moved but she was never loud, Wanda still wasn’t very comfortable with the Avengers. She was distant with all but Natasha and Clint.

“There’s ten minutes left. You can wait.” Wanda huffed and slumped in her chair. Her feet tapping became slower, causing the others to wonder why that one little noise had became quiet. When a select few of them looked at Wanda; They saw her visibly pouting. They didn’t want to get too close to her, crossing a line Natasha made, it was no secret she was feared by them. Wanda didn’t get it. Of course she had never felt with an angry and rough Natasha.

She was always sweet and tender. The timer to end the meeting dinged, Wanda was just about the first one out. Her smile was just so wide, Natasha had never seen her happier. “Sitcoms!” Wanda said, running to Natasha’s room. That’s right, Natasha had forgotten. She promised Wanda she could watch sitcoms and go back to sleep. How could she forget? Getting into her room, there laid Wanda, a remote in her hand and a smile plastered on her face.

“Sitcoms! You said we could watch the Dick Van Dyke show right, mommy?” Natasha sighed, Wanda was truly made with a whole heart of innocence. She was just the sweetest girl ever. “Yes, Wanda. We can watch your little show.” Claiming under the blanket with Wanda, Natasha wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. Kissing her forehead.

In a few weeks Wanda would be sitting on Natasha’s lap as usual, chewing on a puppy toy and watching her iPad that her mommy gifted her. Pressing whatever video on YouTube had seemed interesting. Natasha never paid mind to her, it’s not like you can post porn on YouTube anyway.

‘Motherly love’ the title read. On the front of it was a very beautiful woman, nursing her child. Wanda gasped. She wants that!! And if Natasha was her mommy and she was baby, then it could so totally work. Turning in Natasha’s lap, facing her, she began struggling to take off Natasha’s tank top. Laughing, the redhead grabbed her hands. Holding them together, and pushing hair behind Wanda’s ear.

“Puppy, what do you want.” Wanda picked up her iPad and showed Natasha the video, her big doe eyes pleading. Natasha raised her eyebrows, “baby mommy can’t-” Wanda immediately hopped off and ran to her dresser, grabbing a book out and flipping frantically. Finding a spell and muttering out words. ‘Oh god.’ Natasha groaned, pain immediately striking her breast. She laughed a bit and took off her shirt for Wanda. Throwing the bed on the book, Wanda raced to her mommy’s lap.

“Thank you mommy.” Wanda whispered, staring at Natasha’s chest, smiling, she pulled Natasha’s bra off and tried to find a comfortable way to lay. Deciding on across Natasha’s lap, she tried to latch on, her tongue going under Natasha’s nipple. She moaned when milk began to pour. Grabbing Wanda’s book, Natasha flipped through it. Looking down every once in awhile. Curious. She tossed the book away and looked down at Wanda. “You’re far too small. You don’t need that book anymore, you have mommy.” Blissed out, Wanda nodded. She didn’t care about the book, she had Natasha.

“It’s mommy and puppy against the world, Kay?”

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Around the holidays, Wanda usually didn’t celebrate. But her mommy promised that they would and it would be the best Christmas ever; And Wanda believed her. She would believe Natasha if she said pigs could fly. Now it’s Christmas morning and she just can’t wait.

“Puppy, come, let me pick you up, fix the star up there.” All of the avengers were home for the holidays. Wanda and Natasha didn’t have a home per se. The two of them stayed in the compound during their days. They would be going to Clint’s this afternoon.

Wanda watched as her girlfriend put six presents aside. Assuming they were hers, she was surprised when Natasha handed her a wrapped box. Candy cane in her mouth, she pointed at the gifts. “Who are those for, mommy?” Smiling, Natasha explained that they were for her god children, Lila, Cooper, and Nathaniel. Who Wanda understood as ‘The Traitor.’

Opening her first gift, she practically jumped up and down when she pulled out a Nintendo 3Ds, hugging Natasha instantly, she smiled. Life was a lot different now, and she was so grateful for her mommy.

Driving home was a hassle. With Wanda teasing and flirting from the backseat, realizing she has feet every two minutes. Giggles came from every part of the car. Trying to be strict, Natasha told her she shouldn’t be sneaking off and drinking without mommy’s permission; Wanda giggled, rolling her eyes and spitting out something along the lines of ‘I don’t give a fuck.’

Raising her eyebrows, Natasha knew that Wandas first punishment was in order. Though first, what mattered was that Wanda gets home and in bed. Wanda kicked against the car doors, she sat all the way up so her head was in the middle console. Smiling at mommy, she whispered little lines, ‘I love you, so much.’ But they only got more un-innocent.

She quietly moaned in Natasha’s ear, ‘please fuck me mommy, I need you so bad.’ Okay so double punishment, Natasha noted, she shouldn’t be teasing like that.

Getting home, Natasha brushed her babies teeth, changed her into her Jammie’s, and laid her down on the bed. “Are you gonna give me head yet?” Wanda groaned, laughing at her own jokes. With raised eyebrows, Natasha lightly slapped Wanda’s thigh, not enough to hurt, but enough to keep her from speaking.

As soon and Natasha laid down, Wanda wrapped her entire body around Natasha’s. Kissing her neck and chest. “I love you, Night mama.”

“I love you too.”

There laid Natasha and her puppy. Hers forever. Embracing the moment, she kissed the top of Wandas hair.

#lesbian #mcu fluff #wanda maximoff #pure fluff #natasha marvel #black widow #scarlet witch #natasha romanoff #WandNat #riverthelesbian

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elizabethxolsenn · 2 years

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Yellow and blue meet in the west.

Wanda x Avengers!Intern!R (Present) Carol x R (Past)

Warnings; Cheating, forgiveness, shit talking Wanda, Angst.

Flashbacks

Summary; Marrying Wanda, even after she cheated on you? No one wants it, especially not the girl you spent the summer with.

Standing there at the alter, was the girl who you deemed the most beautiful girl ever. You’re soon to be wife, you’ve been waiting for this day since you were both 20 in New York when the two of you met.

Looking ahead of as you walked down the aisle, you locked eyes with one of your friends in the front row, Carol Danvers.

You stood in the June rain, waiting for carol to answer her door. Your clothes were wet, your socks grew soggy, you couldn’t think right. Looking at the ground, you kicked some rocks around, waiting on the Superhuman. “Oh my god..Come inside,” she pulled you in and shut the door, allowing you to dry your feet and kick off your shoes. Her house was warm, perhaps it was her pumpkin spice candle that was out of season, or maybe it was the heat coming from the oven as she baked cookie to send Monica, looking around, you listened to Carol as she held your face.

“Jesus you didn’t think to grab a jacket? Are you, crying?” You hated that question. It was always a dumb question. Even so, you began to cry more, unable to tell if the wetness on your face was rain or tears. Carol pulled you in for a hug, you tried to resent against her actions, with strong arms she didn’t let you go. Eventually, you sunk into her touch, “She- She slept with Vision..”

Looking away, you stepped under the alter, a foot from Wanda. Her green eyes stared at yours as the priest said a few words, Wanda played with her rings like she always did. You heard incoherent voices whispering in the crowd, Carol could hear them, ever so clearly.

“She doesn’t deserve this. She can do better.” Looking to behind her, she saw Steve, sitting next to Natasha. Natasha rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her thighs. “Y/n has been waiting all her life, if she forgives that bitch, who are we to tell her no.” The two of them looked up to see Carol smiling, quickly distracted by Wanda beginning her vows.

Walking out of Carols room in one of her sweaters and a pair of shorts, you could smell what she’d been cooking, pancakes. Looking outside to see the bright fields of July. Following the sound of soft hums, you found your girlfriend at the table. Girlfriend? Friend girl. Friend with benefits? It didn’t matter to you. She made you pancakes, which meant she learned to make them, for you. So the two of you were something.

“Good morning.” You kissed her forehead as you walked to grab a water bottle.

“I knew from the moment I saw you. I wouldn’t love anyone more than I love you.” A few scoffs were heard from the crowd, paying no kind to them, Wanda continued.

“Don’t listen to her, it’s not your fault keep walking.” Carol said, grabbing your hand and pulling you away from Wanda, who shouted at you for not being enough for her. Carol continued to pull you until the two of you were in her car. She held you that night, tighter than she ever had. “It’s okay, my star.”

You read your vows. You knew that this would be final in a few moments. You knew it was wrong. You knew what Carol felt, and what you were sure to feel as well. Lying to Wanda in your vows. Telling her she was the sweetest thing in the whole world. Carols eyes teared up, wiping them quickly, she smiled at you, you smiled back. It was polite to smile back. “If the world is crashing, it’s you and me against it.”

“If the world is crashing, it’s you and me against it.” Carol whispered, the August skies were purple and clear, Carols folklore vinyl played, and you felt so much love for her, as much she felt for you. She kissed the top of your head, her arms wrapped around your neck as you lay between her legs.

“Thank you, Captain Danvers” you looked up as she looked down, leaving a soft peck to her nose. She giggled, “Are you making fun of me?” You turned around and hid your face in her neck, “Maybe” she made and exaggerated gasp, “that’s it.” You screamed as she attacked your stomach, tickling you until you’re out of breath. “Carebear, stop! I’m sorry!” She tickled you more, as you fell into giggle fit.

“Are there any objections?” Carol stopped herself from standing, most people did, but Steve? Steve never had any shame in what he did or wanted to do. He stood up and looked at Wanda. “Mr.Rodgers..” Wanda sighed. Carol looked behind her again, Steve was standing as Natasha tried to talk some sense into him. Pulling from her, he looked back up at the two of you.

“All three of us know. Hell, all of us, know that someone loves you more than she ever will! And you love her too.” Carol glared at him. Wanting to rip his head off, if your happy with someone else she can’t change that. Neither could Steve. Grabbing her arm and pulling her up, Steve forced Carol to stay standing. “Well? Ms.Danvers, anything to say?” She bit at her nails. Something she did when she was nervous. You took note of that last summer. Looking at Wanda, then to you, she bit her lip slightly. “Well..uh you both look beautiful! Okay Steve let go now!!”

“About the objection.” Carol mumbled something under her breath. “I love you, Y/n. And maybe you were lying and you needed a distraction this summer!” Wanda scrunched her eyebrows. “Honestly, marry Wanda. If you’re happy so am I.” Steve let her go and she sat down and crossed her legs, tears falling from her face.

“So what? You’re leaving?” You dropped you bag on the bed and placed your hand on your temple. Letting go, you carefully grabbed Carols hands, the season grew colder as September set in, and so did you.

“She wants to marry me Carol. She’s sorry.” Carol took away her hands. She couldn’t- No. She didn’t want to believe you. She’s sorry? For cheating on you multiple times? Carol didn’t believe it. Carol didn’t believe a lot of things, trust was never easy to her. After Maria died, nothing was whole again. She shut everyone out, nothing made her happy. Then you came along. You made her happy. She trusted you, just like you asked. And you broke it.

Now it was February. Wanda just said ‘I do.’ Now it was soon to be your turn. The priest talked, you didn’t listen. Your eyes focused on Carol. “And for better or for worse?” You looked at Wanda. Tears swelled up in your eyes. Grabbing her hands and looking behind her, Carol nodded at you, ‘Marry her,’ she mouthed. “Wanda. You know I love you.” She nodded and smiled, waiting on you to say two simple words.

“But I can’t.” Gasps and murmurs were heard from the crowd. Steve stood up and cheered, Natasha quickly pulled him down. You grabbed Wandas face, prepared to wipe any possible tears. “They didn’t matter to me! I promise, I can- I can be better..please.” You shook your head.

“Steve is right. There’s a girl who I love more than anything. I’m sorry Wanda.” Wanda ran down the aisle and into the building. You walked over to Carol, and grabbed her jaw, making her look up.“It’ll take a bit, but I can fix us.”

Any day in the future, you devoted yourself to Carol. Wanda never quite forgave you, but she supported your decision. Walking into the avengers meeting to bring everyone coffee, you’d been greeted by most, well, not Natasha. No one can talk to her before 10 AM. “Morning Danvers.” Wanda said as you handed her tea. Never one to like coffee, walking to Carol, you smiled, and ruffled Carols hair, “Morning Maximoff. Enjoy your coffee, babe.” You kissed the top of your wife’s head and walked away.

You and Carol against the world, Remember?

#wanda maximoff #lesbian #mcu fluff #wanda x y/n #wanda mcu #lgbtq representation #carol danvers #carol x reader #riverthelesbian #wanda angst #angst with a happy ending #mcu angst

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elizabethxolsenn · 2 years

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♥️When you think happiness, I hope you think that little black dress♥️

Art not mine.

Minors DNI

Warnings; Top!SugarMommy!Natasaha, Bottom!SugarBaby!Maria, Mommy kink, Semi-Public, oral(Nat R), Fingering(Ria R), Spit kink, knife kink,pussy spanking, degrading, Praise, Maria being a bit of a brat, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort.

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WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME MARIA IS 5’10 IN THE COMICS???

“Natty!!!” Maria exclaimed, holding her phone in front of her face while she laid in her bed. Natasha’s been gone on a business trip for two weeks and Maria is growing lonely.

“Hey baby, I need you to grab something off the porch.” Natasha said, out of breath. Maria got up and walked to the door, “Why are you so breathless Sweetie?” She asked as she opened the door to find a small white shein bag, she bent down to pick it up, it didn’t seem as if anything big? When she began to walk back, Natasha finally answered, “Fury made us run back to our rooms after training.” She gasped.

Maria sat on the couch and sat the bag down on the coffee table, assuming it was something Nat bought for herself. Natasha scrunched her nose and she furrowed her eyebrows, “Princess, I need you to open it.” Maria raised her eyebrows, why would Nat buy her something when she wasn’t even with her? Maria stopped thinking and grabbed the bag off the table and took her pocket knife out of her belt, cutting open the bag slowly, not wanting to rip whatever is inside.

When she finally got the bag open, she pulled out a black, sparkly dress, with the back cut out and a diamond cut where her chest fits. Maria smiled, she looked at her phone and Natasha grinned. “You like it Ri?” Asked Nat, she knows she does, she knows if she gave Maria a pebble she’d be happy, Maria was spoiled but she wasn’t a brat about it, Natasha didn’t have to give Maria anything except a single ounce of love and Maria would pounce on her like a puppy.

Maria nodded slowly, “you really didn’t have too, as much as I like nice thin-.” Natasha cleared her throat and cut her girlfriend off. Maria stopped immediately, she knew Natasha’s love language was gifts, but she hated Natasha spending money on her, she didn’t want her to think she was only in it for the money. Though Nat knew it, Maria didn’t even know she was rich til’ a year after they were dating.

“You deserve the best. Now, the quinjet is coming to get you in about 15 minutes, we’ve got a party to go to.” Maria Nodded and waved Natasha goodbye, she left her phone on the table and went upstairs to change.

She finished and went to look in the mirror, Maria can’t believe Nat would let her wear this, let alone buy it for her, ‘I look like a slut..’ she thought, she let down her hair and decided to not do her makeup. It was strapless so she couldn’t wear a bra, not that Nat is going to mind, you can see the sides of her breast, and part of her back. The dress ruffled mid thigh, leaving the rest of her legs exposed.

Grabbing her purse, running down the stairs and snatching her phone. She sat quietly on the porch with her boots on, struggling to find a Bobby pin in her purse. She groaned, getting frustrated. Looking all over for about 8 minutes before the quinjet arrived.

She watched as it let the stairs down and she looked at the pilot, walking off the porch and up into the jet. “Evening Miss.” Maria said, Looking around the jet. She didn’t know this pilot, she was..new. ‘I’ll miss Patricia..’ Maria thought, wondering where her old friend had been.

“Do you need anything before we leave?” Maria heard as she walked to, and sat in her seat. Watching as the girl closed up the door and walked to her, she thought for a moment, “Oh! It’s be great if you had a Bobby pin!” Maria flashed a smile, causing the attendant to grin back, pulling a pin out of her pocket, Maria looked carefully at her name tag as she was taking the pin, ‘Robin’ she read, making a mental note.

She watched as Robin walked to the front into the drivers seat, sitting down, and putting her seatbelt on carefully. Maria examined her rings, then she began thinking about Natasha and her rings, oh how she missed playing with them while holding her hands. As much as she loved her big bad superhero, she missed her soft girlfriend. Robin cleared her throat and Maria looked up, raising her eyebrows, “Ready to head to Tokyo ma’am?” Robin asked, flipping some switched and grabbing the wheel. Maria pushed one of her eyebrows down into a confused look.

“Tokyo? Jesus fuck Nat..” Maria mumbled, Tokyo was so far and Nat knew her girlfriend gets sick on long rides, “would you like to stay?” The older girl asked looking in the rear view. Maria moved her head left and right, “No, Natalia would kill me if I skipped.” Robin chucked , Maria tried not to look at the window, pulling the shade down. When she did she felt her phone ring, picking it up and answering the FaceTime from Natasha.

“Hold on Honey, I’ve gotta pin my hair.”Maria said, grabbing the pin and focusing on herself being mirrored on the phone. Holding the phone with her knees, trying to keep it pointed at her as she pulled the side of her hea I’d back and pinned it. “Thank you Robin!!” Maria said when she finished. Grabbing the phone with her hands, and checking her hair. She nodded and finally looked at Natasha, “I’m mad at you. Tokyo?! You know I get sick..” she said, frowning a bit looking away. Natasha giggled, she called Maria’s name so she could look at her. “Mommy’s so sorry honey, I’ll make it up to you.” Natasha husked out, Maria pouted and her face heated up; becoming a red color. “Fuck you Natalia.” She mumbled.

Natasha raised her eyebrows and fluffed her ginger locks, clicking her tongue. “I’ll get you for that one baby.” She whispered, Maria looked down, and stuttered, “Where- Ugh Where’s Patricia?” She asked making a knowing look at Natasha, she truly was sad, her and Patty were good friends! Natasha stared at Maria for a moment, smiled, and began to talk, “she..wanted something that was mine. I had to get rid of her.” Natasha shrugged and looked to the side and answered a question, someone who Maria assumed to be Wanda. She looked at Natashas side profile, god, that jaw line, those lips, her piercings? Maria thought it was so totally hot. If she wasn’t turned on before she definitely was now, Nats many earrings made her hotter, Ria loved her more each time a new one was added.

Natasha turned back to Maria, smiling, having caught the Raven in a Lustful trance, Snapping out of it, she smiled, awkwardly. “You start going up yet?” Natasha asked, Maria looked out her window the best she could with the shade down, “Holy Fuck!” She yelled, looking away as soon as possible, Natasha distracted her so much that she didn’t notice the jet was moving..let alone flying? “It’s okay Ria, I’ll buy you whatever you want as an apology.” The redhead smiled, blowing a kiss. Maria giggled, trying to forget about the plane and the whole flying thing.

Maria watched as her girlfriends phone was snatched and a brunette and blonde came to screen, Wanda and Carol, they always teased Maria. “Awh! Is your sugar mommy gonna buy you whatever you want?? Sweet little babyyyyy!!” Carol taunted as Wanda made disturbing kissy faces in the background, along with a ‘Mwah!’ Here and there.

“Natalia, if you don’t control them I’m hanging up.” Maria said, hiding her red face, she head Wanda laugh, out of the corner of her eye she saw the phone move, looking back to see Natasha, “she’s a fucking Strawberry!” Maria heard one of the girls from a distance. Natasha shook her head, grinning, her idiotic friends were so mean, as Maria says anyway.

Maria yawned, she tried hiding it from a very caring redhead, but obviously failed. She was a Russian spy after all. When Maria yawned again, Natasha knew she was tired, knowing her, she probably hasn’t slept 8 hours in the past week combined. “Baby, take a nap, it’ll be good for you, there’s about an hour til you arrive.”

“I’m not a fucking child, you can’t tell me what to do.” She barked, Natasha only looked at her. They sat there for a few moments, just making direct eye contact, before Maria broke and took her eyes away, looking at her lap in shame. Why would she say that? ‘The punishment is gonna be so bad,’ she thought, keeping tears at bay. Just the thought of a punishment, she could feel it. She could feel her face all hot and her ass all red and pained, her skin all cut.

“You wanna be a big girl and make your own decisions?” Natasha says, eyes hooded, not even looking at Maria. Maria knew she wasn’t angry “angry”. She did know that Natasha snapped when Maria didn’t listen like she’s supposed to. Maria knows that she has no power, she loves it, yes, but she also forgets sometimes. Maria sighed. “Maybe I should find a baby who listens..” Natasha mumbled, hoping, as well as succeeding to catch Marias attention.

Maria’s head snapped up, tears falling from her eyes. “No mommy ‘m sorry! I’ll be good..promise..” Maria said, wiping away a few tears with her wrist. She didn’t want Nat to leave, knowing she won’t, she just, can’t stand even humoring it. Mommy is her everything. Natasha looked at her baby, and smiled, “take a nap sweetheart, I’ll be here when you wake up.” Maria nodded, pulling out a small food table and setting up her phone, making sure Natasha could see her, Maria got comfy and snuggled into her seat, Natasha began to hum as her girlfriend closed her eyes. Maria absolutely loved when Russian lullabies were sung to her. Especially when she understood her girlfriend every once and awhile.

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As time passed, Natasha sat there, talking to Wanda, and looking at her beautiful, sleeping, girlfriend. That is until Maria started letting tears fall from her eyes as she woke up. Nat immediately went to hush her. Telling her that it’s okay.

“Natty?” Maria choked on her sobs, Natasha replied with a few, ‘I’m here,’ as well as ‘Shh it’s okay baby.’ Maria nodded and tried to calm herself down rubbing her arms and taking deep breaths. “You okay honey?” Natasha whispered, shushing Wanda and Carol, Maria mustered out a small noise. Smiling a bit to show her girlfriend she’s okay.

“Plane crash..” Maria whispered, wiping tears with her hands. Natasha nodded, “Miss Hill! We’ve landed.” Robin said, from upfront. Maria stood up, dusted off her dress, and grabbed her purse, as well as her phone, waving off Natasha due to the fact she’s going to see her in a few. She watched as Robin pressed a button to open the jet door, walking to the door, she waved the pilot off, walking out and seeing Natasha outside. Running and jumping into her arms, she rubbed her head into her neck, smiling. “Missed you lots.” She mumbled, Natasha kissed Maria’s neck, speaking into it, “Missed you too Maria.”

Maria let go of Natasha’s neck, as Nat held her things around her own waist tightly, they stared into each others eyes, Maria doesn’t think she could ever get tired of Natasha’s green eyes, they’re the most beautiful. She cupped Natasha’s face and brought her in for a kiss, she was happy to feel the warmth of the redheads soft pink lips again. Two weeks felt like forever and Now they were actually face-to-face. Maria giggled into the kiss as she thought about it. Despite being an agent, she was still a kid at heart and giggled at the thought of kissing the girl of her dreams. Even as she was doing it.

When Natasha put her down, She grabbed The Raven girls hand and pulled her inside, smiling as the fact her girl was actually here and not on the other side of her screen. Though the videos were ever so cute and hot, Natasha wanted to hold, cuddle, kiss, and laugh with her in person. As they walked into the building, Maria began ranting about Tokyo and It’s origins. Natasha loved her little nerd, smiling, and playfully pushing away, she said, “you fucking dork.” With a big grin on her face. She pulled her close the second she finished her sentence, wrapping her arm around Maria’s waist as Maria wrapped her own around Natasha’s shoulders.

When they made it to their room, Wanda and Carol (And carols cat.) we’re sitting in one of the two beds, laughing, probably talking about something stupid. “Heyyyy it’s the sugar baby!!!” Maria huffed, crossing her arms and looking away. Setting her bag down, and laying on a separate bed from the two. “They’re not wrong babe. You are kinda my sugar baby.” Natasha whispered, leaning down to kiss Maria’s cheek, Maria groaned and turned away playfully. Natasha noticed this fake attitude and immediately began to ‘tickle it out of her’ she liked to say, pinching at her sides and her thighs, smiling as Maria tried to push her away as she giggled loudly.

“Don’t you have a party to get ready for?” Maria asked, finally getting Natasha off her. The girl nodded, pulling Maria up and dragging her to the bathroom. “Why do I have to be here.” Maria asked, sitting on the bathroom sink. Nat shrugged as she pulled off her T-shirt, and grabbing a white button up and a red blazer. Maria reached out and grabbed Natasha’s bicep, squeezing it a bit. Moaning at the touch, Natasha chuckled, taking Marias hand off so she could put her shirt on.

“Can you help me with my tie?” Natasha mumbled out. She’s always been embarrassed that she couldn’t do it alone. Maria laughed and hopped off the counter, tying it around her girlfriend and tucking it into the blazer. Maria was caught off guard by her girlfriend pulling her by her hips, pressing their fronts together, Maria tried getting out of her grip, never forgetting how strong her redhead was, she didn’t even humor the idea of succeeding. “Get in here! We gotta go you horny fucks.” Carol yelled, knocking in the restroom door aggressively.

Natasha let go and Maria went to open the door, walking out and fluffing her hair. Winking at Natasha who caught up to her. “Don’t forget who’s in charge pup.” Natasha whispered, slapping Maria’s ass. Just the reaction Maria wanted. She loved when Natasha touched her, the slightest touch sets her off and makes her feel so loved. Reminding her that she’s loved by a beautiful woman.

“Soooo Natty. I was wondering if you could get me these shoes? They’re not expensive! Probably like 20 bucks..you don’t have too! I just know you like to and I don’t wa-.” Natasha brought a finger to her lips. Getting Maria to quiet down, pulling her wallet out she handed Maria a card. “Get whatever you want.” She said, grabbing Maria’s hand as well, the Raven haired girl furrowed her eyebrows.

“I don’t- I don’t want your card Natalia. I just wanted a 20..” she said, trying to give it back. Shoving it to Natasha. “Did you even read it? It’s got your name on it baby. Use it for anything.” Maria sighed. There’s no getting by Natasha and her need to pay for everything Maria wants. Maria shoved it in her boot, along with her pocket knife that she kept for safety measures. “Charges you. Right?” She rolled her eyes when Natasha nodded. They walked down stairs into the basement where the party was.

When they walked in, all eyes fell on the two, Maria grew anxious and clung to Natasha’s arm. She didn’t like a lot of people around. It made her insecure. Are they looking at her or Nat? Why are they looking? Is something wrong with her hair? Is her face in a bitch expression and people think she’s a rude person? “Baby it’s okay. I’m here.” Natasha whispered. Kissing Maria’s hand as they went to find an empty seat with the other avengers. When they sat down, Maria sat next to Kate and Nat. Holding her girlfriends hand, she begun to make conversation with Kate.

“I’m gonna go get some drinks, Mmk?” Natasha said, pulling away. Maria’s eyes widened. Tears threatened to form and fall, “mommy don’t go..” she whispered. Making sure Kate can’t hear her. Natasha shook her head and reassured Maria she’d be back. When Maria looked back over, Kate smiled, waving a bit, “So, uh Mrs.Hill..Is Nat like, your sugar mommy?” Kate asked, rubbing her neck, afraid she crossed a line.

“I guess so..? I don’t want her to pay but I don’t really have a choice. She gave me a card and everything.” Maria sighed, rolling her eyes a bit, “and it’s Miss.” she mumbled, almost inaudible. Kate nodded in an understanding matter. Maria looked over to see some girl trying to run on Natasha. Instantly jealousy washed over her, who is this girl? Why is she on Natasha? She watched as Natasha pushed her off and walked away quickly. Maria’s eyes followed, when Natasha finally made it to her she smiled and took her cup. She swished it as Nat began talking, “I know you don’t drink much and I really need you to be sober tonight.” She said as Maria took a sip, recognizing the drink as Big red. “Can we dance?” Maria asked, setting her cup on the ground. Natasha laughed, wondering why Maria would ask and not just drag her onto the dance floor. She grabbed arias hand and drug her out there, putting her hand on her waist and flipping her so she could grind her back on Natasha’s front, embarrassed Maria slowly began grinding, “Come on baby. You’ve got it.” Natasha whispered in her ear, setting Maria off, she started to grind and dance more confidently.

They were like that til’ near the end of the song when a voice came from the crowd, yelling the words, ‘Holy fuck, that shit’s hot, come fuck with me!’ the phrase went unheard by Maria, but definitely not by Natasha, leaving Maria confused when she was pulled and close up by her girlfriend. Opening her mouth to speak, not being allowed, due to Natasha kissing her, staring the man directly in the eyes. She stared daggers. Daggers that dared him to try again, as if she wasn’t a deadly assassin. When Maria pulled away, not being able to breathe; She laughed, pushing Natasha’s hair away. She could stare at her for ages. Never would she get tired of looking at the giver beauty. Her beautiful, emerald green eyes. Who could even say no to them? Natasha stared back. Smiling when Maria laughed. Each word spoken by the taller girl gave her butterflies. Butterflies that lasted for hours. No one was more perfect than Maria Hill. Natasha thought Maria deserved everything in the world. So she gave her everything. She gave her the best money could buy, anything for her beautiful girl. Natasha gave Maria a card so she’d be happy, so she never had to worry about it declining if Natasha somehow forgot the payment. She wanted Maria to live without a care in the world. Everything she needs can just be handed to her because she shouldn’t have to bend over backwards for it. She’s too perfect for that.

“Nat!” Maria yelled, snapping Natasha out of her mindset. Staring up at Maria. She smiled. When her attention was caught, Maria spoke again, “I need you..please.” Eyebrows raised, Eyes lit up, lips turned into a smirk, pulling Maria across the room, Giggling as she almost tripped a number of times. Maria let herself be dragged away, making sure to be there if Natasha fell. It was no secret that Natasha didn’t know how to handle her clumsiness.

The stairs are way tripped her, having Maria catch her when she fell backwards. “Be careful mommy. You could’ve been hurt.” Hearing herself being called mommy set off something in Natasha; Because this time, it wasn’t innocent, her baby said it with a full smile on her face. Maria knew what she was doing. Natasha hurried up the stairs and threw herself and Maria into a dark corner. Pushing herself up against the wanna and pulling Maria close in by her hips. She began to kiss, bite, and suck, at Maria’s chest. Going on her toes to kiss at her upper neck, leaving blue, red, and purple marks just about anywhere she could reach. Just when she had enough she pushed Maria down by her shoulders.

“Down on the floor you mutt. Make mommy happy and eat my pussy.” Natasha spat out, without question, Maria got in a more comfortable position and pulled at Natasha’s dress pants. Pulling her boxers to the side, she stared at Natasha’s beautiful, wet, pink pussy. Thinking of all the ways to please her mommy, she got lost in her own mind, only to have her head pulled back by her hair, she opened her mouth to speak, but instead, she got a mouth full of her partners spit. “Swallow. Be faster bitch.” Maria nodded as she swallowed Natasha’s saliva, immediately going to lick at her clit, teasing with her tongue, smiling up at Natasha. Licking her slit, up and down.she softly sucked at her clit, smiling when Natasha grabbed her hair and pulled her closer.

“Right there slut, yeah just like that.” Grinding down on her face, and moaning each time Maria’s nose brushed her clit. Maria sped up, she was rather impatient. The wetness between her legs was beginning to ache, and her heel just wasn’t enough. She tried grinding on Natasha’s boot, only to be scolded, and kicked away.

“Disgusting slut. You can’t even get mommy off before you get greedy.” Maria laid on the ground, looking up at Natasha, she whined, when Natasha’s pants were pulled back to her waist, she grabbed a chunk of Maria’s hair, picking her up and throwing her against the wall. “Wanna be a slut baby? I’ll treat you like one.” She smiled, and with a quick movement, she slapped Maria’s, wet, aching, throbbing count through her panties. Lifting her dress, Natasha smiled at the wet patch on Maria’s underwear. She slapped it once more as Maria moaned, in pleaser and pain. “Mommy..please.” She begged. Natasha laughed in her face. Natasha got down to her knees,

When Natasha’s hands wrapped around Maria’s ankles, Natasha sighed. Pulling out Maria’s pocket knife. She put on a fake Frown. “Why do you have this? Is mommy not,” she paused, putting the knife down, and grabbing the end of Maria’s dress, “Strong enough?” She whispered, as she tore a slit up the beautiful black gown. A loud whimper came from the girl above her.

“No- mommy’s so, so strong I- Oh my god!” She elicited, as Natasha cut open her panties. Grinning at the cut she’s made, she grabbed each side and ripped them enough to see Maria’s whole slit. Running her fingers along it. Maria’s hips jump, only to be pushed against the wall, grabbing the knife, Natasha pulls it against Maria’s inner thigh. Marking the letter, N, into the soft, delicate, meat. Tears formed in Maria’s eyes, she knew not to let them slip. Mommy hated crybaby’s. She breathed carefully, watching the stairs to make sure no one is coming up them. “Oh my Jesus!” She practically screamed, realizing a pair of fingers pushed into her entrance.

“Oh shut up.” Maria tried to be quite. Truly. But when Natasha’s soft, long, pale fingers came in and out she couldn’t help but whine. Maria felt that she was just going to explode. She knew asking to cum would make it so much worse. Feeling her blood run down her thigh, she was in so much pain and pleasure.

Feeling her walks tighten, she cried. Tears fell from her eyes as she begged and begged to be able to cum. “Oh mommy, oh please! Please, I’ll be your best girl, I’ll do whatever you want, oh pretty please.” Screaming, she’d realize that she caught the attention of many avengers, just below them. “Cum Princess. Cum for mommy, you’ve got this.” Natasha was light and gentle. In reality, she wanted to get Maria out and into their room as soon as possible, so they can avoid any people who’d come to complain about the noise.

As Maria came, her legs shook, and she’d have fallen of it weren’t for Natasha. She was truly worried that she would be taunted for coming early, Natasha left her on the edge so many times while she was away. Instead, kind and Reassuring words fell from Natasha’s mouth. “Let me carry you baby. You’re too sore. It’s okay, mommy’s got you.” Picking up Maria, she walked calmly and slowly to the elevator.

Getting into they’re room, Maria got placed on the bed, removing her own dress and underwear. Covering herself with the blanket, she laid and stared at Natasha. Getting into bed, Natasha pulled a small black box from the nightstand. Putting on a small smile, she stared at a tired Maria.

“Ree. Will, uh, oh my god- okay. Will you marry me? I’ll give you a big proposal in fron-.” Maria cut her off with a kiss, a long one in fact. Pulling away, she nodded, smiling. Laughing, out of breathe. Natasha placed the ring on her now fiancés finger. Laying next to her and holding her waist.

#lesbian #mcu fluff #mcu smut #natasha marvel #maria hill #blackhill #riverthelesbian

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elizabethxolsenn · 2 years

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Jigsaw

Natasha x Reader

Warnings; Mentioned smut, sad Nat, Scars, brief sh, Red room.

Summery; Natasha Asks you to stop before you get anywhere.

Vv short and sweet :)

Sitting on top of your girlfriend, what a dream. Her hands were in your hair, scrunching it, trying to be careful, your hands moved around her jeans, looking for the button, finding it, you carefully and slowly move it through as means not to hurt Natasha.

You pulled away from the assassin and kissed her collar bone. Giggling into her, “No! Stop!” Natasha breathed, you’re glad you could hear her, you furrowed your eyebrows and pulled away. She attempted to steady her breathes, wanting to help, you reached to her your hand on her chest, something you’d read online.

“Please! Don’t touch me.” You pulled away and nodded. Losing all physical contact with Natasha. She sat there, you could here her breathing, almost like a panting dog, she couldn’t breathe, it was evident. Her pupils shrunk and you reached to her, pulling away, remembering her previous statement.

“Baby..do you need your inhaler?” She shook her head, that no, she didn’t. She held a hand up for you to wait. She could do this, you quietly praised her. “It’s okay, Tash. You’re doing so well.” Her breathing slowed, she looked up at you. Her eyes were glistening with tears, her cheeks and nose were red. “I’m sorry..I just..the r-”

“The bad place.”

Natasha nodded when you cut her off. That’s what you had called it. You knew Natasha never wanted to go back to a deep place in her emotions. She looked up and you and wiped a falling tear, “Can I touch you, Natty?” Your hands remained on your bed until the answer arrived, she slightly nodded, still looking at the bed. “Verbal, please.”

Verbal consent was always what you wanted, a nod was never enough.

“Yeah..you can touch me.”

You immediately grabbed her face, smiling to her. You pulled her onto your lap and laid back as she straddled you, she looked down on you, hesitant to put her entire weight on you. You softly buttoned her jeans back up, an kissed her tummy. Grabbing her hips you pulled her down onto you. She squealed lightly. Your hands were loosely in the bottom of her shirt. You ran your fingers over a scar above her hip.

“I don’t know what happened..I- we’ve done it before I just..” You sat up oh your elbows and pecked her lips lightly to reassure her it was okay. That you’d never judge her. She’s been through hard times and everything haunts her at one point, you leaned over and reached to switch the knob on your record player to play. You let Natashas favorite Taylor swift album play. Your hands ran up and down her thighs gently, you could hear her soft singing, as always she sounded angelic.

You hum along to the music, Natasha smiles, she knows she had no need to apologize. You always made Natasha feel safe. There was no place she’d rather be than with you and listening to ‘The very first night.’ Nothing compared to this. Nothing compared to you. You were forever a safe space. Someone she could talk to about anything.

You run your hands over her arms. Lights scars trickled along them. You bite your lip lightly and look up to her. Natasha, very unaware of what’s happening around her, looks to you and smiles, she’s finally happy, happy with her life, happy with herself. She frequently reminds you of how you got her there. How you held her each night as she cried and how you healed her each time a new wound arrived, the way you reminded her that none of it was her fault. For that she loved you. You overlooked her flaws and found a way for her to live with them.

“Y/n, baby, I love you” She adjusted herself and laid on your body, her arms around you protectively, you mirrored her and held her in your warm arms. She sighed and kissed your neck gently.

“Thank you.”

#natasha romonova #natasha x reader #red room #lesbian #wlw #taylor swift #jigsaw #conan gray #Fluff #natasha fluff #lesbian fluff #riverthelesbian

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elizabethxolsenn · 2 years

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Strange: Y/N ! Pay attention!

Y/N: Sorry, she’s just so *sighs*

Strange: You can’t love her! She’s our enemy !!

Wanda: Come here, sweet girl.

Y/N: oh..uhm, yeah! Okay!

Strange: Jesus FUCK.

#wanda maximoff #lesbian #incorrect marvel quotes #wanda x y/n #mommy wanda #wanda mcu #riverthelesbian #L strange

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elizabethxolsenn · 2 years

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How they react to you calling them Mommy/Daddy during sex.

Spitting, Strap-on, Knife, Bondage.

Wanda Maximoff

Wanda goes absolutely quiet. She stops taking you from behind, and leans over your back. She’s flustered, truly.

“What did you just call me?” “Mommy.” She’s definitely surprised by your confidence, she’ll make you repeat it again and again just because it makes her so happy.

Natasha Romanoff

Mommy Nat would be so sweet, pushing you to say it again. “C’mon baby. Call me mommy again.” She says while spreading your thighs.

Daddy Nat though, it would probably happen while she’s spitting in your mouth, after you swallow you mumble a quick, “Thank you daddy.” And she just grabs your hair and throws you on the bed. “Daddy eh? I like that, a lot..”

Tiffany Valentine

She’s got your legs tied and she’s in the middle of carving her name into your skin, “Mommy! Please!” She’ll laugh and kiss your thighs. “That’s right Princess, I’m your mommy. Don’t you forget it.” Honestly she just owns it.

#wanda maximoff #mommy wanda #wanda mcu #riverthelesbian #natasha marvel #tiffany valentine

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elizabethxolsenn · 1 year

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She feels at home in this place. Nica Pierce X Tiffany Valentine.

Warnings; Pre-Season 1 Finale, Kidnapping, Chucky possessing Nica, Chucky slapping his wife, baby shaming, Chucky’s bitch ass is a warning itself, Stockholm syndrome, praise, pet names

Summary; Tiffany throws away everything to make Nica happy.

2.2k words

Plopping down on his ass as he always does, Chucky sat across from the TV, flipping through channels carelessly. Distracted, he’d not hear his wife yelling at him from the bedroom. He never noticed Tiffany unless she wore something rather slutty that showed off her tits. Tiffany was aware, she wasn’t happy about the toxicity, but attention was attention. She craved attention. She felt wanted and that’s what she needed. Feeling like she was the only girl in the world.

Stepping in front of the TV, she frantically waved her arms. Groaning, Chucky got up and walked to her, he hated when she did this, blocking what he was doing to get attention. It annoyed him to a peak and it was like she didn’t realize he had more important things to do. Soon he’d become inches away from her face. “Can you please just clean- '' Her face went to the side, as a sound echoed off the walls, red burning quickly on Tiffany’s pale skin. She looked back at Chucky, astonished. He’s never hit her, not when they weren’t having sex. “How about your fat ass cleans.” She gasps and raises her eyebrows. She’d thought she’d grown rather skinny, then her husband tells her this? She quickly began looking down at her legs and stomach, making sure she was still fit, he’d just hit a big insecurity of hers, that wasn’t something she took lightly.

She can’t think, she can’t talk, when she does think, it’s when she makes eye contact with the body, Nica. Sure, she’s talking to Chucky, but she’s looking at Nica. Despite Nica hating her and everything, she’d never been outrageously rude or obnoxious. Nica was..nicer than Chucky? Tiffany loved everything about Nica, from her hair to her legs, even if they didn’t work.. Tripping over her words, she shoved him a bit, “Nica- She- She wouldn’t treat me like this!”

Chucky laughed, and laughed, and laughed. Raising his eyes in sarcastic surprise. “She’s fuckin’ scared of you Tiff! But if you love her so much, go ahead then! Short your fuckin’ shot red.” Smiling as he walked back towards her, his voice raspy, poking at her chest with each word that came next, “She hates you.” Tiffany shuddered at his cold voice. He walked around her in a circle, throwing his hands up in the air. Smiling with Nicas big white pearly teeth, a smile Tiffany deemed the brightest in the world.

“Hit me, Valentine! Get your sweet little Nica out!” Rage filled Tiffany. She was not to be taunted, shamed, or hit. Her eyes watching him prance around her, she couldn’t hold herself back, clenching her fist, she breathed in and out before throwing a hit at his Jaw, falling to the ground, with a loud huff, Tiffany looked at the body, seeing the jaw redden. “Nica..?” She asked, slowly reaching for the girl.

“Don’t touch me, please.” Nica winced, using her hands to scoot her body against the couch best she could. She looked up at Tiffany, who was completely distracted. Did she have to hit so goddamn hard? She rubbed her jaw, which ached harshly, watching as Tiffany paced back and forth, pulling at her hair. Tiffany was never worried, this was odd behavior.

“Nica, honey, do you need ice?” Tiffany was breathing rather loud, and honestly it has been annoying Nica. “I want to leave.” She complained, slouching, she hung her head down, Tiffany laughed, almost as if it had calmed her worry. Starting to walk to the kitchen to grab her "lover" an ice pack, Nica took this as a chance to make her way to the phone, moving herself with her arms as best she could. She was breathless, this is a struggle, she thought, almost there… she pulled herself up with the table, and reached for the phone, idiotically, she used both her hands, causing her to fall backwards.

“Fuck!” She yelled, she’d hit her head on the hardwood. Almost immediately, she saw Tiffany by her side, had she always been this beautiful? Surely it was a possible concussion. She was very dizzy, her world spun, and Tiffany, Tiffany seemed to spin as she picked her up and walked to the door, noticing the pink room, Nica sighed. She hated, absolutely hated her room. It was all pink and prissy and it pissed her off. Being laid down on her stomach, Nica folded her arms and used them as a head rest. "There’s a bit of blood, doll, close your eyes." Nica scoffed at this, almost turning to Tiffany to see the blood. "Maybe he’ll kill you, then we’d both be free."

Tiffany could only smile at Nicas’ false plan, Nica knew that would never work, unless she was just to dumb too understand, perhaps she was running from her truth. Nica needed Tiffany just as much as Tiffany needed Nica. Parting Nicas hair, she found a small wound that would scab up, digging through her drawer for the first aid kit, she found pictures she meant to throw away, tossing them across the room, she could see the way Nicas eyes followed, she sighed as she finally found the kit, grabbing gauze and antibiotics.

Honestly, Nica, even if she denied it, was deep down in her huge heart, in love with Tiffany. Maybe it was the attention she lacked, or the kind words from the older woman.

Nica began to speak as Tiffany cleaned the blood, attempting to keep her hair clean. “You know, if you weren’t like..a murder, I feel like we’d have a nice life. Together, I mean.” She closed her eyes in pain when Tiffany accidentally pressed down a bit too hard in excitement. Quickly apologizing, Tiffany internally panicked.

A nice life? With Nica? That’s all she seemed to want, the only thing keeping her from getting it, was Chucky, and how Nica was his little trophy.

Eventually she pulled up Nicas hair into a ponytail, kissing her cheek gently. “I’ll change..” She mumbled, almost inaudible for the brunette to hear. Nica bit her lower lip, flipping herself to her side.

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Nica likes to see the best in everyone, even when there is no best. With Tiffany, she has faith.

“Tiffany, you can’t keep watching Jennifer Tilly’s movies, you’re not her.” This was the 5th Jennifer Tilly movie being watched. Tiffany sighed and got up from the couch, with Nica, she’d never have to yell to prove a point. She stood above Nicas wheelchair, cupping her face.

“Nica, Sweetie, see the ball be the ball. I look like Jennifer, so if I wanted, I could be Jennifer, got it?”

She sighed, but nodded. No matter how much hate was pent up, she had manners, “Yes ma’am,” she said quietly. Tiffany patted her face and smiled, playing the movie and smiling at her success. Leaving a small kiss on Nicas forehead, she sat back down, Oddly enough, Nica hated the loss of contact.

She groaned, Tiffany’s head looking over, a slight curve of her lips.

“What’s wrong, my sweet Nica?” She leaned on the arm rest of the couch, propping her perky breast, Nica shook her head, trying her best to not stare, “Nothing, Tiffany.” A pink hue covered her cheeks, as she looked to her hands over the pink dress she’d been put in.

Tiffany grinned and leaned over, kissing Nicas cheek, she wasn’t stupid. Well..not that stupid.

“The Twins are coming over tomorrow, now, you can be good, or you can be gagged and trapped in your room.” Tiffany said, smiling at the girl in front of her, her elbows on the arm rest, her hands on her face. Nica looked over, thinking about her choices.

Could she really, truly, keep her mouth shut if she had free roam with the twins?

She nods, “I’ll be good, not a word about it to them.” She smiles, because with good, comes rewards, like seeing the sun, or picking her own clothes.

The toxicity of this was slowly becoming overlooked. Covered by kisses, or laughs. Nica slowly found herself consumed by this darkness Tiffany raidiated. “Weird,” she thought.

The feeling was new, never had she felt like this. Her heart would beat when she merely heard the voice of her captor. Her face would turn a shade of pink when a soft laugh came from Tiffany.

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As heels calmly walked into the house Nica called home, she sat calmly in a sweater with the last name, “Tilly,” on the back of it, and a pair of jeans.

One of the twins looked at this slightly familiar woman, truly, in search of their mother.

“I’m sorry, aren't there 2 of you?” Nica asked the long haired redhead. They shook their head and sighed.

“Well- there is, but Glenda didn’t want to come. Something about mom being a maniac..” Glen looked around the house, assuming their mother was fond of the color pink.

Tiffany came through with an apron over her dress. Smiling and immediately hugging her child. “Glen, sweet face, how are you!” There came a smile on the teens face. A smile only a mother could bring. Happy for Glen, though, upset she never got to feel this love because of the child’s dad. How she felt hatred for that man. Something that could never be forgiven.

Shaking her thoughts when the voice she loved said her name. She smiled brightly and turned her wheelchair to them. “Yes?” She asks softly, her aim was to please, to not upset Tiffany, and to not think about Chucky. So instead, she focused on the child in front of her, and the woman she fell for more each passing minute.

Nica was being..off, Tiffany thought. She smiled awkwardly as she brought her child forth. “I was telling Glen how you’re their new step mother, isn’t that right?” There’s a hint of evil behind Tiffany’s eyes, a hint of manipulation. Nica opened her mouth to talk, but instead, interrupted.

“Oh my god, you’re the girl who supposedly went bat shit and killed all those people!” Glen said, cocking their head to the side.

“You don’t look dangerous.” Nica shook her head. Rubbing her temple. Oh how sensitive this topic was. She thought on how to address it for a second.

“I’m..not.” She breathed calmly. Smiling, but truly upset on the inside.

“Your dad is..very tricky, baby.” Tiffany said, putting a hand on Glen's shoulder.

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Nica lays on her side in Tiffany’s California king as previous events run through her head, did Glen really not know it was their father?

The bed dips and Tiffany sighs, laying on her back, making sure not to touch her. “It’s just for the weekend, then you can go back to your room.” She says with a smile.

When she fails to earn a reply, she turns to face Nica, a small frown on her lips. “Nica? What’s wrong?” She says with a look of care.

She looks at Tiffany’s lips, but back to her eyes. “I guess..I just forgot everyone thinks I’m a mass murderer until today.” Tears fall from the side of her face, but are quickly wiped away. “Hey, shh, it’s okay, it’s not your fault, Nica.” Tiffany whispered to her. A small hint of gloss in her eyes.

Nica begins to cry more, hugging onto Tiffany more, burying herself in the blonde's chest. “I just. I don’t wanna be seen as the monster, Tiffany. I don’t want everyone to be so scared of me.” She sobs. Nica is the sweetest girl anyone could know. But with the virus known as Chucky in the back of her mind, nothing could be separated anymore.

The voice in the back of her head, itching to kill, haunts her everyday. She swears if she could shed curb stomp the fucking doll.

The calming sensation of someone scratching her scalp and whispering soft nothingness to her snaps her out of whatever she was thinking and her head becomes empty. She looks up with wide eyes and bites her lips. She reaches up and kisses Tiffany softly, slowly, and thoroughly.

Surely shocked, but Tiffany doesn’t hesitate to kiss her back. It’s sweet and passionate. Everything disappears for a moment, like it’s just the two of them in the world, Tiffany’s hands on Nicas face, and Nicas on Tiffany’s hips.

Nica pulls away slightly, looking up again.

“This is wrong..” she whispers, but not an ounce of guilt behind her eyes.

Tiffany searched her face before answering, “Then why does it feel so good?” She leaned in again, pressing their cold lips together. Nica immediately pulled away this time.

“Tiff..I hate that I love you.”

“Then don’t love me.”

If only it were so easy. Nica shook her head. “I can’t.” She lays her head on Tiffany’s chest, her home, her everything. But she didn’t need to know that.

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Tiffany lays in bed, the early birds sing, the sun shines bright through her window, a rather fine Saturday morning.

Nica lays next to her, hair messy, face covered. So god damn pretty.

Tiffany moved hair from Nicas face, smiling at her freckles, kissing her nose softly. Not killing, not feeding her addiction is hard, but it’s all for the woman beside her.

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