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What a Naughty Girl…

Scarlett Johansson x Elizabeth Olsen

ScarLizzie x Fem!Reader

“WandaNat” x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Possessiveness, Invasion of Privacy, Kidnapping, Blood, SoftDark!!!(Roleplay). Legal, yet unspecified age gap (IE-Little One)

Smut: Little One/Naughty-Good Girl(R), Daddy(Scar), Mommy(Liz), Strap(L—S), Fingering(R—L), Face-Riding(S—R), Knife Play/Marking(R—L), Baton/Penetration(R—S) Nipple Stim., Slapping, Choking, Bulge Kink Squirting, Passing Out—Somnophilia(R—S)

18+ | Minors DNI!!!

Request: "now this with natasha and wanda would be <3" - @mushroomgayval on my Flo fic.

Fluffy until it's not 😳 ; I'm not partaking in Kinktober per se, but do enjoy this filth 💋

Scarlett and Lizzie had been rather worried when come time for dinner you'd been absent. The long filming days like today, when they'd have dinner catered to set were always your absolute favorite., "Maybe she left already.," Robert countered their perplexed expressions, and they skipped right over his silly reasoning., "She never leaves without saying goodbye to at least one of us, it's how we know she's safe."

Downey simply rolled his eyes at them, as if you weren't a grown adult capable of getting home. Then he gasped when his hand was slapped away from taking the last remaining Hawaiian roll., "That's for Y/N, paws off.," Lizzie warned, then she began to move around the craft tables to collect you a sizable plate. Scarlett collected drinks for the three of you, then she followed Lizzie to your trailer with their plates of food in hand.

Scarlett had offered to be the one to wake you, because as cute as you were, when your sleep was disturbed you were a monster and she was more equipped to handle your little outbursts. First thing she did was admire your body, the shirt you'd been wearing was raised so far that she could actually see the lace of your red bra. Your shorts were hilariously disheveled, your matching panties somewhat visible, then this sudden idea ran through her mind, and she found herself annoyed that you might be wearing them for someone in particular.

Before she could get too irrationally angry she finally noticed the way that your hand was partially dipped into your shorts, then she saw the lit up phone settled beside you on the mattress, the picture was slowly becoming more clear to her, and with her interest piqued she picked up the phone, eyes widening when she saw what was pulled up on your screen. Lizzie was impatiently staring at her girlfriend, the food having long run cold, so she stumbled right on over to see what was taking so long.

"Shh, look...," Scarlett hushed her girlfriend before she could accidentally disturb you, nimble fingers accepted your unlocked phone, and Liz had to cover her mouth to contain her gasp., "Holy shit...," Scarlett nodded., "Yeah." Lizzie's shock wore off, and she looked to her lover with a mischievous grin., "This is going to be fun, who knew she was so damn naughty."

Scarlett hummed as she pulled Lizzie in for a rough kiss, desperate for the contact as her mind now ran wild with filthy thoughts of you inspired by the dark contents on your phone. They both knew of your crushes on them, it wasn't something you could hide from them; you were just so sweet, and they had thought you were pure—but knowing that you got off to stories of their respective Marvel characters taking you in such twisted ways, well now they know just how wrong they were.

Thrilling didn't begin to explain just how great this information was for them, their need to fulfill your deepest, darkest fantasies now sat at the forefront of their mind, but for now they've got to play it cool. After they readjusted their appearances, as to not give themselves away, they returned to the original plan. Scarlett set your phone screen down beside you, then she sat down beside you, gently coaxing you from your deep slumber, and then she was giggling when you expectedly groaned., "Little one, you need to wake up and eat, none of that now."

Scarlett was extra attentive to your body now, so she watched the way you tensed the more your consciousness began to seep in, your eyes shot open, so she smiled warmly down at you, hopeful that you'd calm, to her luck you'd done just that when you saw your phone face down., "Good morning sunshine, we were worried.," Your brows furrowed adorably, followed up by your lip jutting out, and she just wanted to take you right then and there., "'M sorry.," and your raspy, fresh from your sleep voice didn't help.

"No need to apologize honey, just come eat.," Lizzie spoke up, announcing her presence, and her heart skipped when your head lifted, and your sleepy smile was now filling her vision., "Lizzieeeee.," she chuckled at the way you sang her name, beckoning you over, and she pulled you into her lap as soon as she could reach you. Scarlett huffed, she wakes you, and Lizzie gets the cute greeting., "Scar said you were a little monster, but look at you, such a good girl."

The women shared a knowing glance when you looked down and not so subtly shifted about in her lap., "Scar's the monster.," you grumbled., "Don't I know it.," Lizzie teased along with you, and that seemed to be enough to have you settling into her hold., "You two are always ganging up on me, I just can't catch a break.," You stuck your tongue out at the blonde, she smirked at your childish behavior, and then before you could stop it she stole your roll., "Might as well live up to the title of being a monster.," she shrugged, then she laughed when you menacingly—adorably—glared.

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After the couple finally left your trailer you had released a super shaky breath, being so close to them, and putting up with their merciless teasing is your norm, but after the earlier hours where you spent your time with your fingers buried deep within your cunt to their images, fingers bringing yourself over the edge as you read about their characters manhandling you, well it was beyond unbearable to say the least.

Scarlett and Lizzie were thriving upon their new discovery, so much so that they'd snuck back onto set to steal their suits, amongst a few other things: rope, handcuffs, a conveniently laid out burlap sack, and a few other props. They anxiously sat together in their Tesla, waiting for the lights in your trailer to go out, and for you to send them a 'Leaving ❤️,' text.

"Do you think she's going to handle this well?," Lizzie asked, the fear that this might be a bit too much settling deep within her, but she soon settled when Scarlett reached out for her hand., "Honey—Y/N, our sweet little one, wants this. You read the same stories I did, and saw just how much she was a flustered mess at dinner. Plus, if we get her to our hotel, and she seems unwilling we'll shut it all down.," Scarlett lifted her hand up to her lips., "Calm down honey.," then just as she kissed her knuckles your light was being shut off., "Looks like it's showtime."

Scarlett slipped out of the passenger seat with a wink to her getaway driver, then hiding in the dead of night she followed you to your vehicle. You were humming, completely oblivious to your surroundings, and though that was to her current benefit, she was still pretty annoyed at your total aloofness. Danger lurks around all corners, you need to be more prepared; I mean, look at you now as she throws a bag over your head and presses a prop gun into your back.

Your screams doing nothing to save you as you are drug across the empty lot, and tossed into a car that clearly wasn't yours., "Please, I-I, you don't want to do this... There will be people looking for me.," Lizzie looks back to see Scarlett smirk, knowing exactly what she's thinking—they're the people who'd be looking for you—Scarlett winks at her before swooping your keys up off the ground, then she's quick to drive your car off the lot, leading Lizzie to the sketchy motel on the outskirts of town that she booked under falsehoods earlier for this event.

Lizzie was gripping the steering wheel rather tightly, your sobs were slowly getting to her, because as much as she hated to admit she enjoyed them, she also worried you might bolt. That their long term goals of having you all to themselves will be out the door all because they got caught up in a moment and played upon your secret fantasies, and the prospect of that absolutely terrified her., "I don't want to die, please, I'll do anything...,"

Fuck...

Scarlett pulled into the dingy parking lot, and you could feel as the car you were in came to a stop, your entire life was replaying in your mind while you waited for the kidnapper to make their next move. Whomever drove you here had left the car, the clicking door telling you as much, and so you sobbed even louder. Dying wasn't really a fear for you, it was your lack of living that had terrified you, so focused on moving up in your career you had neglected the very life you'd always wanted to live.

Traveling the world was traded in for shooting a film in Venice, pretty as it was, your ability to explore was limited by the strenuous set hours. Creating that family you always wanted was replaced by the Marvel crew, and though you loved them with all your heart, it wasn't the same as your dreamed up life with a wife and kids, whether they'd be human or fur babies. Falling in love had also been ruined for you too, your infatuation with the kind women you've been fortunate enough to know ruined you for anyone else that ever came along.

Being forced into this backseat left you alone in the mind you were always so hesitant to be in. You're proud of where you've managed to get, but it doesn't make where you wanted to be any less a nagging thought, you just wanted to shut down at this point, your current misery was interrupted though when the door had opened. Fight or flight inevitably kicked in, and before the person could snatch you up you kicked them hard in the chest, a deep, yet feminine huff was heard as you took off running.

A sense of hope swirled deep in your gut, but in your haste to get away you'd failed to consider the handcuffs on your hands, the sack over your head—oh, and the potential accomplice. Your body was quickly snatched up from behind, legs kicking as you were mid run, an arm wrapped around your waist so tightly that you could barely breath. Then a lithe hand was placed firmly over your covered mouth to catch your breathless screams, fresh hot tears now getting caught on your upper lip as you cried over your inevitable demise.

You don't usually survive a kidnapping after attacking the perpetrators...

Scarlett was still recovering from the blow when Lizzie entered with your squirming form. In a moment of genuine rage Scarlett yanked you from her lovers hold, and began to tie you to the bed with such force that you gave in. Lizzie was in a state of total shock at the way it had all played out thus far, never did she think it would've resorted to such extremities, it was really only meant to be a 'playful' kidnapping.

She felt a twinge of guilt, but she also couldn't fight the way all of this made her feel, seeing Scarlett manhandle you after she'd just done the same had her panties beyond wrecked. Scarlett was nearly done with your bindings when you began to violently choke on your spit, and a sense of urgency to help filled her body. So without much thought she ripped the sack from your head, your shocked gasp only made the choking that much worse, and both women were truly too enamored with your mussed up face to help you anymore.

The way your eyes were bloodshot, and now swimming with a flurry of easily readable emotions: fear, betrayal, but mostly—arousal. Your cheeks were streaked with mascara, and your once plump lips were smeared red and beyond split open as you'd chewed them up. Scarlett couldn't stop herself when another tear fell from your eyes, she swiped the salty liquid over your lips with her thumb, smearing the dried blood around, and effectively making you wince as the liquid burned at the cracks.

"Wh-What...," Scarlett pressed her thumb down forcefully, gliding over your teeth on the way to stop the movement of your tongue, she smirked when your lips closed around her digit, you were sucking upon it to self soothe., "You've been a very naughty girl today Y/N.," your eyes somehow filled with even more tears when you saw the genuine disappointment that resided within both of their stares.

"First you nearly slept through dinner.," Lizzie tuts., "Then when we graciously brought your plate you'd left your door unlocked, any sort of danger could've walked right on in.," your eyes widen, because for all intents and purposes, it clearly had, and the returned look they give tells you they know it had., "Trained in basic combat, and Scarlett was able to snatch you up with ease. How many times do we have to say take care of yourself for you to listen, hmm?"

"We saw your phone too, the way your hand was in your pants, fuck Y/N, we think you did this all on purpose, it was a perfect set up...," you attempted to shake your head, they needed to know you didn't want them to find out, of course you didn't—this is embarrassing.

Scarlett removed her thumb from your mouth, and as you went to deny it the back of her hand made contact with your face., "No use in lying now slut.," your cheek stung with the tiniest of scratches forming as her rings grazed the skin., "Now...," Lizzie had started to get to the far less painful part, but the vibrating of your boob caught her off guard, her eyes looking to see it was nearly 9PM., "Who the fuck is calling you this late Y/N?!," both of them watched as your eyes widened fearfully, and they wasted no time grabbing the phone., "Who's Luna??"

"Oh, apparently it's cold, and getting late...," Scarlett read off., "Your reservations were given up, but she's still down to 'link up,' she wants the addy.," Scarlett scoffs, tossing your phone across the room with no care at all., "That's why your makeup was done up then? You got all dressed up for this whore, hm?," another slap to etch even more nicks into your skin is thrown down, and your lip trembled., "It was just a hookup... Dinner was her idea."

Lizzie gripped your cheeks, squishing them until your lips were pouting., "That is worse, you were going to whore yourself out to this random bimbo after getting off to us?," your eyes shut while an uncomfortable wave of embarrassment welled up within your chest., "No, open your fucking eyes and face us.," you reluctantly did, and when you truly looked you could see genuine hurt beneath all the anger.

"I'm sorry... I-I...," the women watch as you breakdown, a deep sorrow evident in your sobs, and they didn't know what had truly gotten into them, you weren't ever theirs, but fuck, the idea of you and that girl, or let alone any other person with you really had them seeing red., "If you're sorry, then prove it.," Scarlett growled, her face not even two inches from yours now, and before you could spout more apologies her lips were pressed to yours.

It was all too much, your mind was riddled with turmoil, on the one end this is all you'd ever wanted, to have these gorgeous creatures in your vicinity, with their hands all over you as they showed your body absolutely no mercy. On the other end of things this was just insane; your sweet little Elizabeth, and your charming as ever Scarlett have betrayed your trust, they took your private experiences where you let your fantasies run wild and recreated them. Without so much as a heads up it felt wrong, but the way her plump lips felt against yours, and the blinding pressure steadily building up from deep within you told you that your body and mind did not agree in the slightest here.

Her lips were soft, but she wasn't by any means as she shoved her tongue over your cracked lips, diving into your mouth to savor the taste that was so uniquely you, a bit of mint to complement the metallic taste of your blood, and she appreciates the way you give in to her. Those expert hands of hers wasted no time traveling down your body, groping you over the clothing before finding the barrier angering. Cold fingers slipping beneath your shirt had your back arching, the sensation against your heated skin offering the opposite of relief.

Lizzie was captivated, watching the way that her lover was slipping further into a headspace she'd never seen before; Scar had always been so incredibly soft with her, and she wonders if this had always been what she wanted to do, but maybe she was just worried it wouldn't have gotten her anywhere so she said nothing. Lizzie shifted, if that was the case, well boy she couldn't have been more wrong, the leather pants of her suit were sticky with her arousal, and every sound Scarlett was able to pull from you was making the actress that much dizzier. Then she'd unintentionally whined, her innate need for relief finally reaching its precipice.

Scarlett removed her tongue from residing down your throat, her hands groped your breasts harshly, pulling a languid moan from you as she pulled back, your lower lip caught between her teeth, and her eyes were on yours. Once she felt your stare matched hers in terms of cognition she'd bit down on the delicate muscle, dribbles of blood mixed with spit flickered over your chin as she relinquished her hold, and you slumped against the pillow with a new wave of tears in your eyes.

"So fucking beautiful.," Lizzie groans, her thumb collecting the bloody spit from your chin, eyes of emerald green, that upon closer observation now resemble that of the forest in the night stare through your glazed over pair. "Mm...," her thumb pressed passed her lips, grazing over her tongue she relished the taste, you watched, chest heaving as the arousal was swirling painfully in the pit of your stomach.

Scarlett pulled Lizzie in for a bruising kiss, the lovers making out over you was indeed a sight to marvel at, tongues decorated in crimson fighting for a dominance neither was willing to give up, you whimpered pitifully beneath them, and they broke away, chuckling tauntingly., "Oh, does our naughty girl have needs too?," you nod frantically, eyes glimmering with hope dull upon seeing the hardened glares in return.

"Too fucking bad.," Scarlett snarls, then her body lifts from the bed, leaving you alone with Lizzie who's look, though softer, is frightening., "What? Thought you could be a whore and just get your way.," she mocks, hands reaching into the pocket on her lower leg, your eyes widen when you see the handle of a dagger, the blade being the next to flood your eye line, and in a shocking turn of events you could feel the way you soaked right on through your panties, the evidence likely dripping onto the mattress as you were in a short skirt.

"Tell me detka...," she purrs the Russian pet name out like it was her mother tongue, the accent usually reserved for her character now being transferred into a new realm of her life., "Do you think Luna's still waiting for your answer?," the harsh glare tells you to remain silent., "I'm sure she is, a pretty one like you's hard to not think about...," her eyes never leave yours while her blade glides over the thin shirt, a firm pressure being felt as she leans closer to you, followed shortly by the ripping of fabric.

"Scar baby, check our naughty girls phone for me please.," she sweetly calls out to her lover, her dagger still laying against your sternum, and as she spoke her hands naturally moved; the little bow of your bra was torn to shreds, the skin beneath painfully nicked, and your pained groan has Lizzie looking to you again. Excited an understatement when she sees the disheveled cups of your bra, the small puddle of blood pooling beneath the tip of her dagger makes her feel accomplished; she drags it even lower, watching as your chest rises and falls in stutters, and your breaths grow shallow, the nerves clear as day on your furrowed face., "Looks like the bitch just won't give up!"

Lizzie's dagger digs into you at the shouted words, the feeling of your blood trailing down your side an afterthought to the way she looks. It's truly uncanny, the suit was clinging to her every curve, the auburn wig was still in pristine condition, and the way she tilted her head had you convinced Wanda Maximoff wasn't even a character at all but instead Lizzie's alter ego., "Bring the phone, it's important we set the girl straight.," Lizzie's words had you in a frenzy to have access to your limbs again, your squirms were put to an end though with a pointed glare, oh, and the feeling of the cold metal pressing over your bottoms, your skirt and lacy panties falling in tandem.

Scarlett smirked down at you, following instructions she photographed yours arms., "Seems she's a bit tied up, don't you think?," both women laughed manically after sending off the message, three bubbles formed, but soon faded, the bottom of the message spread now reading "Luna has unmatched you.," Scarlett smiled as she settled your phone on the nightstand, and Lizzie beamed just the same., "Now you're all ours kotenok, and we're going to fucking ruin you for anyone else..."

As if that wasn't already the case...

Lizzie hummed a happy tune while you sobbed, the perfectionist in her had her going over the pristine markings she'd been etching into you, "E.O." now residing between a set of your ribs. The only relief you got came when her tongue softly trailed over the open wound, collecting the bright red droplets of blood, her lips soft as they sealed the branding with a kiss. An "S.J." was soon to follow, mirrored on the right side., "Absolutely perfect, our precious little one.,"

Scarlett placed a kiss to the nape of her lovers neck, alerting to her that she was ready for her, lithe hands trace over her leather covered waist on their journey to hook onto her tight pants. Fingers hook around the waistband, and once she feels your eyes on them she slowly pulls them down her legs, Lizzie's muscular thighs are revealed to you, and you squirm in place when you see them glimmering with her slick. Just knowing that having you at their mercy did that to her fills you with a tainted pride; the new hope of having your face buried between them leaves you uncomfortably dripping.

Scarlett settles onto the chair that you now notice is at the end of the bed, her black widow suit is still perfectly clinging to her body, but she's slipped into a harness, on the outside of the black suit you see the shiny red faux cock, your desperate walls flutter, clinging onto nothing, and judging by their incredulous laughter you know they can see it happening., "Aww... Look at her detka, so desperate for our touch now...," she mocks you, even winking your way as you're forced to watch the strap slip into Lizzie's puffy cunt with relative ease, moaning as it fills her up so well, your body feels so incredibly uncomfortable, absolutely buzzing as you remain deprived of their touch.

It's truly a sight to see, all those fanfics you'd read thus far of the redheaded beauties now coming to life before you; you felt unworthy. "Wanda's" moans were even prettier, and far more sinful than you'd imagined, "Natasha's" grip on her hips just as rough as you'd expected it to be when she guided her over the strap, and her deep grunts left no room to question just how affected she was by all of this as well.

Leather shone with the drippings of the woman far too eager to climax, and Lizzie grew closer when she saw you ogling them, the sheer amount of want on top of the innate need in your eyes had her squeezing around the strap, and screaming., "Fuck! Y/N...," the shouting of your name as she came hard leaving you a whimpering mess in need of a good fuck on the bed before them. Scarlett kissed over the marks she'd left behind on the side of her lovers neck, helping her to come down from her high, all while watching you attempt to squirm about.

Lizzie, with the help of Scarlett, made her way onto the bed, her glistening cunt now pressing against your bare abdomen, you moaned as the warm slick gushed out and over your abdomen. Lizzie stares down at you, her smile wide as can be as your eyes plead with her for much more., "Daddy's going to ride your pretty little face, and mommy.," she pauses, wiggling her hands above your face much like her character does., "Well mommy's going to fill you up with these magic fingers of hers...," she laughed tauntingly when you huffed in obvious embarrassment, your eyes closing to hide, but a slap to your face undid your attempts to cower away.

"Mommy and daddy won't touch you anymore until we get a verbal okay.," you could see that under the facade that she truly wanted your express consent before anything progressed., "Mhm...," her displeased stare urged you on., "Yes mommy... I-I want your magic fingers.," Lizzie beamed, then in a briefly soft moment she pecked your nose., "Good fucking girl."

Scarlett approached the bed as Lizzie slowly moved down your body, your nostrils the first to catch her presence; the smell of her arousal causing your mouth to salivate, and then as you shifted to gaze at her you had felt lightheaded. Her shaven pussy was a marvel for sure, but it only got more heavenly as you trailed your eyes up, her taut skin looked so damn soft, and her rounded breasts looked incredibly delectable., "My eyes are up here kotenok.," Scarlett taunts as your eyes lingered on her pert nipples; soft, deceivingly so, fingers gripped you by the chin, yanking your gaze up to catch her smug smirk.

"Tell me printsessa, do you think you deserve mommy's fingers...," your eyes downcast as soon as she hints to leaving you unresolved., "What about daddy's pussy hmm?," the threat of not being able to taste her actually hits you harder than the other, you're desperate and you don't care how pathetic you look begging., "No... But please, fuck! Daddy I'll be so good for you guys, I promise to be your good girl.," Scarlett's eyes only darken further, any trace of green that had once remained was subjected to the clutch of the void now, your pleads and promises enough for the redhead, evident as she carefully slots herself over your face.

"Daddy, please, I want to touch you...," you whined, hands tugging at their restraints, and the woman looks down to you in amusement., "You have only one job here detka, so open your mouth, and use it to make me cum.," she lowers herself onto you without allowing another word to leave your mouth, she sighs happily when she feels your tongue glide through her folds, a loud moan then leaving her when you swirl it over her throbbing clit., "Just like that detka, don't fucking stop.," she groans, a hand flying to your head to wrap up in your hair, holding you properly against her.

Lizzie places a firm kiss to your clit, giggling when your body jolts, and Scarlett screams., "So reactive...," she taunts the both of you, then without much more than a swirling around your entrance does she thrust two fingers in., "Shit, you're so fucking tight dorogoy.," Lizzie grunts as she is met with your resistant walls right away, but they are no match for her will. Slowly but surely she sets a steady rhythm, her fingers separating inside of you, the cold metal of her rings tenderly brush against your velvety walls—shocking you, your consequent mewls making a fire of blinding pleasure spread throughout the beauty atop of you's body.

Scarlett was close, she almost felt embarrassed at how quickly she was going to fly over the edge of bliss, but with just how talented she deemed your mouth to be the shame settled. Her hips never faltered in their efforts to meet your tongues thrusts, and when Lizzie kept the same energy with her fingers in your tight cunt it wasn't long until you fell over together. Your strangled moans reverberated throughout her cunt, and you were rewarded with the glorious feeling that was her arousal sliding over your tongue, and slowly trickling down your throat.

Lizzie slowly pulled out of you, careful to ensure your greedy pussy didn't swallow her jewelry up, and with her free arm she helped Scar off of your face, laying her against the bed she hovers her fingers over her mouth, and while you work to catch your breath you find it very difficult at the sight of their soft moment. Lizzie's patient with her, fingers gently tapping your arousal onto her lips until she parts them, hungrily sucking them into her warm mouth. Lizzie groans when her tongue expertly works to clean your remnants from her digits, and to prolong the moment she keeps the eye contact with her steady as she fucks her throat.

Scar's gags reignite the fire in the pit of your stomach, and you whimper like the bitch in heat that you are; Lizzie rolls her eyes at your expressive neediness, but as a woman who aims to please she gives in to your calls. Fingers glimmer with the spit of the dazed woman as she pulls them out, then she leans down to gently peck her lips, dipping into her mouth just to gather a taste of you, then she pulls back and refocuses her attention on you. Fingers dance over your tense thighs, beyond sore muscles twitch beneath her touch, and she almost feels bad when you groan as she kneads into the flesh, offering only the barest of relief.

Her fingers trailed back down to your wet cunt, the heat radiating off you was rather palpable, and she slips back into you with a pleased hum. "So warm, mommy could used to this detka.," she smiles when you look at her with hopeful eyes., "Don't worry, you're all ours now.," she muses with a wink, then she picks the pace up while her lips find purchase upon your body, licking and nibbling at your skin to hold true to her promises—you're theirs, and you'll surely wake up with the marks to prove it.

Lizzie had long since removed her top, but as she fucked into you she realized the gloves had remained on, the rough fabric rubbing against your clit every single time she slams her fingers back into you, the pain proving welcome as you did everything you could to meet her thrusts while being tied up, and painfully wide open., "Fuck, you're taking my fingers so well detka, you're going to do so well with daddy's toy.," your walls flutter at the mysterious promise for more, and as you're nearing another orgasm Lizzie wraps her hand around your throat and slams her lips to yours for a sloppy kiss.

The all too familiar taste of her lover lingers, and she moans as it transfers over to her, slim fingers reflexively tighten around your neck; the corners of your eyes fill with tears as the supply to oxygen runs short, and Lizzie pulls back to watch you come undone up close as your walls now have her fingers in a deadlock. Her hold on your neck releases, then all at once you gasp for air, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you thrash about, your orgasm harshly floods right on out—drenching her completely; finger's absolutely glistening as she pulls them out of you, her glove beyond fucking ruined, and she is genuinely shocked.

While Scarlett pulls her end together Lizzie decides to be a moment of calm for you, you pay no mind to her at first while you try to return to your body. She reaches for the blade, and your eyes fly open as the metal scrapes against the table, her eyes remain impassive, because though she only intends to cut the rope from around your hands, she isn't that opposed to making you at least squirm a bit., "Sweetest little one, what do you say to your mommy?," you blink up at her in confusion, "Try out those manners for me detka.," she muses, the blade slowly cutting right through the bindings on your hands.

"Thank you mommy..." you groan as a dull ache travels throughout your arms when they collide with the mattress, but that familiar, soft smile she flashes you makes your heart melt, and suddenly the ache is but a memory. She lays a delicate kiss to your wrists., “You're most welcome.," you flinched as her lips pressed to the rope burns., "Shhh, you're okay.," she coos while swiftly slipping behind you leaving you rather confused. Scarlett quickly approaches with a devious smirk, hands hidden behind her back, you shudder at the endless possibilities for what's likely to come., "We read one of your little fics Y/N/N, while we waited for you to get ready, and oh boy was it full of great ideas.," Scarlett chuckles, her hands slowly reveal themselves to be holding one of the Black Widow batons, and you dryly gulp.

"Don't worry detka, I'll be gentle.," she teases with a smirk that promises the exact opposite. Leaving your legs tied up was a strategic move, because the way your torso was moving about she just knew your legs would be thrashing. The cool metal presses against your entrance, once you release a shaky breath she pushes in, the first notch of the tool now inside of you, you whimper at the painful feeling, and Lizzie allows you to link your fingers with her own.

Scarlett slips another two notches into you, your back instantly arches off the bed when the rough ridges glide across your innermost sensitive parts, but Lizzie is quick to use your combined hands to push you back down, then she’s throwing a leg over you to hold you firmly against the mattress., “Stay still detka, it’ll hurt less if you don’t resist.,” she gently whispers the cringey reassurance to you while her lips begin to travel over the side of your neck.

As cringey as it was it was also the case here, the pain subsided the calmer you became, deep breaths were your best friend, and when Lizzie began to grope at your breasts you were putty in their hands. Scarlett pulled all the way out of you, then she began to piston the baton into your cunt without relent, and you were a mess. Moans came out in between your short gasps, something about the unorthodox, makeshift dildo being used on you by the smirking actress imitating her best character had you turned on.

“Shit, detka you’re soaking the fucking bed.,” you clenched tightly around the metal when her raspy voice called you out, the waves of pleasure rolled right through you, Lizzie’s lips on your pulse point the final straw as she bit into your skin your back arched against the pressure of her leg; you screamed a set of curses as you came hard on the baton, body absolutely trembling, but Scarlett didn’t stop her ministrations, even if her arm was burning, and you were actively trying to wriggle away.

The sight of your pussy devouring the weapon just had her transfixed, then she was a goner when she noticed the way that your stomach lifted up whenever she slammed into you. An almost childlike amusement flashed across her face when it would lift up, then drop back down based on her movements alone., “Too much.,” you slurred, but she shushed you with a harsh thrust, a pained moan clawing from the depths of your throat came out, and you softly cried.

Like a cat drawn to a glass on the edge of a table the wigged up blonde was slamming her hand over the bulge, and that was it for you. The women were speechless, your body was convulsing at a nearly inhumane rate, your arousal literally drenching the bed, your raised thighs, it even sprayed out over the redheads abdomen., “Holy shit, that was fucking hot.,” she groaned, and Lizzie just continued to stare at the delicious mess you made, her eyes only finally realizing you’d passed out., “Shit, Scar you put her to sleep.,” the woman smirked smugly, then she shrugged her shoulders and dropped to her knees., “Can’t let all this go to waste.,” she muses as she discarded the baton then dove right on into your drenched folds.

Lizzie giggles at your state, your body blanketed by a deep slumber still convulses atop of hers while her girlfriend eats you out like a woman starved, your sleeping face the furthest from peaceful as your brows twitch at the overstimulating pleasure your body is being subjected to., "Such a perfect, good girl... All fucked out in her mommy's arms...," she sets a contradictory sweet kiss to your temple, her hands returning to your breasts, chuckling even further as you sleepily gasp when she grazes over your nipples...

Scarlett pulls away from your abused cunt with a dopey smile when she meets her lovers gaze. The sight of you sleeping against her shoulder warms her heart, the previous devilish phase fading from her mind., "Share the wealth.," Lizzie teases, a finger curling brings Scarlett to hover over your body, her plump lips dripping with your sweet arousal press to Lizzie's, the latter moans upon tasting you upon the other., "She did so good... Such a sweet little thing...," Scarlett coos as she pulls back to look down at you, her lips then peck your roughed up set.

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Lizzie ran a warm washcloth over your skin, fabrics that were once white now stained red, she admires the marks they'd left behind, lips gently press into her initials over your ribcage. When your unconscious body shivers she smiles, eyes continue their perusing of your body, taking in every new line etched into you. Thin, angry lines mark the skin over the column of your throat where her hand once was, previously squeezing the life out of you, the memory of you briefly flashes behind her eyelids, but she shakes the dizzying image from her mind before she gets all worked up again., "Our perfect little one, you look so pretty all marked up like this.," she whispers, but very reluctantly she layers ointment over the many marks littering your entire body so that they can properly begin to heal.

It's not like they can't just do it all again, if anything she's just repurposing their canvas...

"So, apparently the Russo's want all of us back on set tomorrow for a reshoot.," Scarlett chuckles in disbelief over the nimble fingers in her mouth that were working a string of floss through her teeth., "That's not happening.," Lizzie easily concludes, no amount of makeup will help to cover the damage they've done to you, and if either women were being honest they weren't exactly interested in sharing you just yet., "Yeah, I'll just tell them she fell ill, and she needed us.," Lizzie hums a silent agreement, then after sharing a minty fresh kiss with her girlfriend her eyes are back to your sleep fallen features.

Lizzie taps her fingers against your forehead, then your cheeks, repeating the soothing action until your eyes began to trace beneath the lids., "Sweetheart, open those beautiful eyes please.," and by the grace of some deity you managed to. "There you are, Scar and I need you to eat, and drink some water, then we can all sleep love.," She pulls your weakened body up and into her chest, you groan as your achey muscles are made to move, eyes struggling to remain open but when a granola bars laid to your lips you tiredly accepted the treat into your mouth.

"Good girl...," she coos, then she replaces the bar with a water bottle that you graciously accept., "Are you doing okay Y/N?" Lizzie anxiously awaits your answer, a residual fear settled in her gut telling her that soon enough you'll come to your senses and be screaming., "I'm always perfect with you two Lizzie." You reply, and it was the last thing she expected, she expected you to be repulsed, maybe hurt, but not content, even if Scar told her you'd be.

"Really?," the disbelief in her tone worried you, so with soft hands you cupped her cheeks, "Lizzie, I'm fine, I promise this was all okay.," you pressed a kiss to her cheek to aide your message along, then you whined once her lips touched to your sore pair, a soft dance taking place as you lazily made out with one another., "I love you Lizzie.," she smiled against your lips., "Oh sweet girl, I love you most.," and before you could rebut her asinine claim a throat clearing pulled the both of you apart.

Scarlett found the sight of you two perfect—domestic even, their once seemingly forbidden dreams were becoming their very reality, and she certainly was all for it., "It's my turn now!," she proclaims, Lizzie rolls her eyes, then she places a collection of kisses over the entirety of your face, your strained giggles making her reluctant to hand you over, but with a final peck to your lips she slips off to the bathroom.

Sitting on the edge of the bed you look to the blonde for instruction, an excitement fills the woman at your clear, obedient devotions., "Open up sweet one.," she instructs, then in a gentle manner she brushes your teeth for you, offering you a cup to spit into, then she settles behind you with a brush, slightly wetting the bristles before running it through the mess that became of your soft locks, you hum gratefully at the immense care being shown to you.

Scarlett moves around the room while you wait patiently for her next instruction., "Arms up.," An oversized T-shirt is thrown over your body, the layers of perfume settled deep within the fabric bring you a sense of comfort, you fall against the mattress with an exaggerated sigh, and the blonde looks down at you chuckling., "Make some room for me honey.," you scoot to the center of the mattress and reach up for her, and her heart absolutely soars at the clinginess.

"Goodnight little one.," Scarlett coos with a kiss to your cheek, your sleepy smile as you nuzzled even further into her nearly making her heart explode., "Night Scar... I love you...," she smiles "I love you too.," she watches the way the muscles in your face relax, and how your lips adorably pout as you fall into a deep slumber; she wishes for this to be a nightly occurrence., "We're keeping her.," Scarlett murmurs to her lover as she climbs into the space behind you., "Well yeah, that was never even a question.," Lizzie tiredly concurs, her arm protectively flying over you, and settling on Scar's hip.

"She's always been our little one, and now she'll never be able to forget again..."

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Don’t Be So Cocky 18+

Wanda/Reader (one shot)

Summary: teasing Wanda the night before a neighbourhood barbecue was not in your best interests. Wanda has no shame.

Tw: smutty smut smut, mommy wanda, strap on, wanda being a cocky little shit, poor reader being a dumb baby x (my not proofread words that I wrote after a terrible sleep)

Thank you @moonlightkiara37 for the delicious prompt 😌🤌🏼 and for forcing me to write something after about 10 years.

Also now that I’m not shadow banned- my requests are open 💋

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Every time you took a bite of the cookie in your hand, it was like everyone in the room stopped to look at you as you crunched. Your cheeks were bright red, so far in your anxiety filled mind that you couldn’t register the fact that there was only one person in the room with their eyes fixed on you.

Wanda Maximoff stood at the other side of the garden, dozens of people separating the two of you; yet her eyes burned into the side of your head. You tried and failed to ignore her, getting so flustered that you dropped the last bite of your cookie onto the artificial grass. You could basically hear her laughing at your pout.

A neighbourhood barbecue in the plastic suburbs was enough to have anyone scratching at the back of their neck, but that coupled with having an affair in a street where everyone knows what you had for breakfast; bone crushing anxiety.

Wanda Maximoff had tiptoed her way into your daily routine, casually coming by with homemade pies and cupcakes that she just happened to have made way too many of. From daily coffee dates to eventual wine nights together; the two of you were inseparable.

There was one issue though, quite a substantial one at that. You were both married, in fact the reason you could have so many wine nights where the two of you wound up a little too close, was because your husbands’ happened to be very good friends.

The amount of golfing trips they went on together seemed too good to be true. One time you had thought about it too much, with your head buried under Wanda’s skirt getting so distracted wondering whether or not Wanda set up those trips just to get you to herself. Your tongue had been swirling aimlessly around her clit for what felt like hours before she snapped, grabbing you by the hair so she could look into your glazed eyes. “Are you too dumb to fuck me properly, do I have to do everything myself?”

You lay your questions to rest and got straight back to work, she came in your mouth within 2 minutes, but slapped the smug look right off of your face.

Despite Wanda’s obvious success at getting rid of your husbands’ whenever she wanted, it seemed it had not worked for the barbecue. That or she wanted the excitement of them being present. She was a little dramatic that way.

She had gotten pretty good at acting like the best of friends in front of other people, you on the other hand were hopeless. A stuttering mess if she so much as told you she liked the dress you were wearing. And who could blame you when the last time she said that to you in that dress, you had been bent over the dining room table with her fingers inside you.

Your inability to act casual with her was worsened by the previous night. Wanda had been missing you, telling you how much she wanted to see you wet for her over the phone. Husband in bed asleep just to her left. She had broken your resolve down and before you knew it, you were sending her videos of you trying and failing to make yourself come. A whining mess in your own guest room, as your husband snored away next door.

Wanda had mocked you for not being able to finish yourself off, claiming how badly you needed her and how you were just a “dumb little baby who can’t do anything without mommy’s help”. She was right of course, but the disappointment of not being able to come had you in a petulant mood. You had text her back saying you were thinking about asking your husband for help, and then went to sleep and ignored the incessant vibrations coming from your phone.

You knew you would regret it, and regret it you did. Wanda had come to the barbecue in red slacks and a sheer black blouse, black heels that were a little too high for a casual get together. No one else batted an eye at her attire, but you had come to know Wanda to only wear slacks when she had a surprise with your name on it.

It seemed impatience had gotten the better of the redhead and she marched towards you, whispering into your ear to meet her in the bathroom in 5. You knew not to push her further, so you got there 4 minutes later.

She was leaning against the sink, legs spread and arms crossed as she watched you fumble to lock the door, eyes cast downward.

She tutted at your guilty posture and moved towards you to grab your face in one of her hands. Fingers squishing your cheeks together and forcing your eyes to meet hers.

“Not so cocky now are you baby? What’s the matter, can’t look at mommy after you’ve been bad hmm?” You fixed her with your best doe eyes, hoping to dilute some of her rage.

But it did nothing as she grabbed you by the throat and forced you to your knees. Your arms dangled at your sides, not daring to touch without her permission. “Go on slut, I’m sure you know exactly what to do; what with all your experience“. You were eating your words from last night when you pulled at her slacks and eyed up the size of the strap she had chosen.

Way bigger than anything she had given you before, your eyes watered at the sight of it. Throat closing up involuntarily. “Mommy I- it’s. I don’t think I can” she looked at you with a condescending pout, hand raking through your hair. “Don’t worry baby, I think you can” chuckling lightly at your worried face before pulling you forward by the hair.

You tried to ease the strap into your mouth, widening your lips to accommodate it- but Wanda was not in a patient mood. Pushing your head down further until you were gagging around the silicone, spit dribbling down your chin. “Fuck see, I know what you can take. I know exactly what you need bunny, better than anyone else”.

Her words had you mewling, nuzzling closer to the base the more you thought about her stretching you open. She fucked your mouth for a few more minutes and you listened intently to her laboured breaths, knowing she was getting closer with every press against her clit.

Just as you heard the telltale sounds of her orgasm approaching, she pulled you off with a pop. Groaning as she watched the spit pool around your mouth. “Up” she ordered, but it was pointless as she had already grabbed you by your underarms anyway. Swivelling around and lifting you to rest on the sink.

You winced as your bare ass touched the cold porcelain, but it was nothing compared to your gasp as she thrust the strap inside you in one motion. Gritting your teeth, nails digging into her shoulders as you attempted to adjust to the size. She allowed you a second, meeting your eyes to silently check in with you.

At your first slight nod, she started pounding into you at an unforgiving pace. Your head bouncing off the mirror behind you every time she slammed back inside you.

“Such a good little slut, not so cocky today are you baby?” She grunted into your ear. You could feel the jealousy pulsing through her, punctuated by the bruising force she was using to fuck you. “Who do you belong to hmm?” She breathed into your ear, gripping the lobe between her teeth and biting down when you failed to reply. “You- fuck. Only you mommy”.

“That’s right, no one else can make you come like this. No one else is allowed to touch you like this, right bunny?” You agreed with her with babbles of “yes mommy” in between deep moans. You were so so close, more than making up for your frustrating night, the feel of Wanda had you intoxicated.

Completely oblivious to the sounds you were making, it was enough to make any one of your nosy neighbours come to investigate the relentless banging noises. But as fate would have it, the one nosy neighbour that decided to check; was your own husband.

Naivety and his own ego had him imagining you in distress, needing a brave man to come and save you. He pushed open the door to the bathroom; the creak had you realising that your earlier fumbling was fruitless. “Honey are you- oh my god. Wanda?” Your head snapped round to see his wide eyed face. Cheeks flush with a cocktail of rage and embarrassment. You were at a loss for words.

Unluckily for both of you, Wanda had it covered. Not stopping her thrusts for a mere second, she flipped her hair over to the side and met your husband’s eyes. “Oh hi Ted, y/n will be done in a minute” she fixed him a wink and looked back over to you; cockiness oozing from her.

You closed your eyes and accepted your fate.

#wanda maximoff #mommy wanda #wanda fanfic #wanda x reader #fanfiction #wanda smut #wanda x y/n #fanfics #mcu fic #wanda mcu #wanda maximoff x reader

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widowbitessting · 9 months

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Hair pulling

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💋Sugar Mommies Spicy Hour - A One Off Drabble🌶💋 18+ Only. Minors shoo. 18+ Only. Minors shoo.

Screw it you all deserve something.

All.

Three.

Of.

Them.

Including Baby.

There is just something so..primal...that each of the Trio! (and Baby) just adore about it.

Natasha, Carol and Wanda adore to be the ones pulling and yanking their darling's hair - be it in the bedroom (or anywhere they have you) during sex or at random parts throughout the day...just to cause a reaction...the sweet gasp…

Natasha loves to have you bent on all fours before her, strap burrowed into your tight pussy as she pounds into you - hands clenched into tight fists in your hair for leverage.

Carol loves to yank your head back, when she's spanking your ass red after being a brat for the better part of her day off work. Your body over her lap, ass adorned in expensive underwear, ass cheek adorned red from her hand. Your hair a mess around her fingers.

Wanda loves both, for obvious reasons. She loves that you're her first submissive that trusts her enough to explore her more dominant side; and one of her firm favourites is hair pulling. Now don't get me wrong - Wanda loves to pull your hair when she's fucking you or discipling you - but her favourite way is teasing. She sits you down for a film night, just the two of you; all cosy under a blanket with snacks and wine (and water) on the coffee table, a film of her choosing playing on the screen before you when suddenly, things in the film get a little more...steamy. And this is when her interest falls to you...watching you intently as you take in what's happening...the moans and the way a hand curls around someone's throat...you're mesmerised and unable to look away; even as your cheeks blush a lovely colour of red and your teeth sink their way into your bottom lip. When someone has their ponytail yanked, you all but stop breathing, and this is what makes Wanda smile. She twirls her hair casually, moving her other hand to rest on your lap which causes you to jerk. After a quick and meek apology, you find it hard to go back into the trance of the film. Wanda would wait though, until things cool down enough for you to let your guard down before her hand slips up into your hair and she pulls you close to her, grinning a toothy smile when you let out a incomprehensible stream of words as the shock overcomes you. "Enjoying the film, pet?"

But Wanda also loves to have her hair grabbed too...loves it when Natasha man handles her so roughly with only one hand in her hair and exposes her neck, just for the red head's teeth to sink into and mark it up. Or when Carol snatches her ponytail when she saunters past and slams her into the wall, whispering dirty secrets in Wanda’s ear. Wanda adores it, but she loves pulling your hair too.

Baby loves to have her hair pulled. It really isn’t a secret by the point. A small tug here; a painful yank there. She. Loves. It. But she also likes to pull hair. To get a reaction from her beloved girlfriends. Wanda is always 50/50; either a delayed reaction with fluttering eyes before she pounces or straight up trouble the second Baby tries. Carol will often goad Baby into trying to grab her hair, taunting her until her precious little sub snaps. And when she does? Oh Carol enjoys reminding her who is in charge. Now Natasha, Baby has only ever tried to pull her hair once. The second her fingers gave the slightest tug in the silky red locks, Natasha’s hand is on her wrist and she glowers at Baby; watching as the panic fills her eyes. Natasha’s fingers latch into your hair (or maybe around your neck, seeing as you pissed her off enough) before growling out; “You’re gonna regret that.”

#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #carol danvers #reader insert #sugar mommies #natasha x wanda x carol x reader #smu #sugar mommies!asks #sugar mommies spicy hour #sugar mommies spicy hour 🌶#spiderbites #no minors allowed #18 plus only

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Valentine’s Grinch

I actually don’t care for Valentine’s Day funny enough. But I think I more so don’t like traditional valentines. I don’t like most traditional American things cuz my brain is different idk. Anyway here is my double sided brains opinion on valentines put into a story I guess. Please enjoy and if you like Valentine’s Day then happy 14th to you!!! 💋🫶💋🫶💋🫶💋🫶 Minors DNI 18+

No warnings just more fluff with a sprinkle of spice with gorgeous Wanda Maximoff

2.8k words Enjoy!

February 7th

“What are you watching?”

I plopped down next to my girlfriend on the free spot of the couch. The other seats being taken by Natasha, Yelena, Steve and Peter.

“The Proposal.” Was the answer given causing me to get up and attempt to leave, but being stopped by a hand around my wrist before Wanda’s voice sounded. “Where you going?”

“I don’t know. To watch a different movie.”

“But you love this movie.” She counters.

“Not around Valentine’s Day.” I hear a voice ring out. Precisely the one of my best friend. I quickly give Yelena a cold glance that tells her to shut up.

“What does she mean? What do you mean?” She directs toward me then Yelena and me again. “You don’t like Valentine’s Day?”

“I mean it’s alright.” I shrug trying to avoid the topic.

If there’s one thing about Wanda, it’s her love for almost all holidays. Even the past few years since she’s been recruited she’d make cards and specialized goodie bags for the whole tower. She didn’t have a specific valentine so she gave the title to every Avenger. Her love for love is one of the reasons I fell for her.

And now Yelena is spoiling it by telling my girlfriend - who loves February 14th - that I despise the day.

“How do you not like Valentine’s Day?” She wonders.

“I don’t NOT like it, it’s just not my favorite.” I shrug.

“Oh please. You’re basically the Grinch of Valentine.”

“Yelena.” I grit out.

She puts her hands up in surrender but continues to push the subject. “What, I’m just saying how do you hate the day when you have a reason to celebrate.”

“Because I don’t think couples should need a reason to celebrate. If you love someone, show it, love them everyday. Valentine’s Day feels materialistic and is an excuse for high schoolers to practice their prom-posals” I explain myself.

“Hey!” Peter shouts offended.

“How did I not know this about you?” Wanda cuts in. And just as Yelena felt the need to before, she answers for me again. “Because she knows you love romantic stuff so she was hiding the part of her heart that’s three sizes too small.”

“Are you going to keep making Grinch jokes?” I rolled my eyes annoyed with her antics.

“Do you prefer Cupid ones?”

“You know what-“

“Ok! Calm down.” I’m sat in Wanda’s lap with her arms around me. Stopping me from jumping on my best friend. The laughter that sounds out was mocking enough as my glare burned with a playful hatred while I settled into the warm embrace of my girlfriend.

“Am I the only one who didn’t know you didn’t like Valentine’s Day?”

“Yeah.” Everyone else who was watching between the conversation and movie sounded in at the same time. Answering Wanda’s question in a heartbeat.

I felt her arms tighten around me, but I didn’t know what was going through her head at this news.

February 10th

“I figured it out!”

Wanda came running into our room, startling me in the process. Her shouting followed by a jump onto the bed before she climbed on top of me, straddling my thighs.

“I figured it out.”

“Figured what out?”

“Why you don’t like Valentine’s Day.” She said as if it was obvious.

“I already told you why I don’t like it.”

She shakes her head. “No no, that was the surface reason. I know the real reason.”

“Please enlighten me.” I gave my full attention and put my hands on her thighs, desiring to hear what she had to say.

“You haven’t had me as your Valentine.”

I stayed silent with a raised brow urging her to continue.

“I talked to Yelena-“

“Oh god.”

“Hear me out. I talked to Yelena and she told me about your past relationships. The bears, the chocolate, the balloons. They had no thought behind them. No love. So I’ve come to the conclusion that you haven’t been loved right.” She brings her cool hands to my face and holds me gently in her palms. Leaning forward and whispering to effortlessly create a more intimate atmosphere. “But not to worry, now you have me. I’m going to show you how Valentine’s Day is suppose to be. I’m going to show you how you’re supposed to be loved.”

It was the softness of her voice that carried its way to my ears. Or the way her thumbs rubbed a sense of comfort into my cheeks. Maybe, just maybe it was the firmness of her kiss that solidified my belief in the witch herself. But if I had to choose one thing it was the sureness in her eyes before she leaned in. It wasn’t just a look of love and determination to prove me wrong. It was a slight smirk that was barely noticeable that said she knew she had me even if I tried to resist.

And she wasn’t wrong. I didn’t know it yet as I kissed her with a desperate need to feel her closer. Pulling her from my thighs to my hips, hugging her small frame with the same intensity she held me around my neck.

It didn’t matter how long I could go without oxygen because once her lips meld with mine it was clear the only thing that was even keeping me breathing before this point was Wanda’s desire to want me how I wanted her.

February 14th

9:30am

An alarm sounded in the room causing me to stir. I wasn’t prepared to get up so I had no clue why a brutal sound would break my prefect sleep. The sheets moved to let in a cold draft which caused me to cuddle into myself more, knowing Wanda got out of bed.

I checked the time to see that it’s later than we usually get out of bed but still choosing to stay. Before closing my eyes, I heard the shower turn on. Soon followed by the feel of the bed dipping as a warm body leans over and cuddles further into me from behind. The calming presence of my girlfriend sure to lull me back to sleep.

That is, till I feel her lips press to my shoulder. Then another and another and another. She moves from behind me and pushes me to shift onto my back. Continuing whatever desire she has to kiss anywhere from my neck to my chest. Her finger drawing slow mindless shapes along my sides. The sensation waking me up enough to lazily wrap my arms around her shoulders.

“Are you going to open those pretty eyes for me?” Her soft voice and the warmth of her breath against my neck slowly bringing my senses alive.

Feeling her remove herself from the crook of my neck I do as she requests and meet the tenderness of her emeralds glowing in the bit of light that peeks through the curtains. A smile immediately finds its way to my face at the look of her messy locks. Somehow they compliment her features as the brunette hair falls to one side of her shoulders. The more of her morning features I notice the more I feel the need to tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her closer for a loving kiss.

9:57am

The air was thick, perhaps from the steam of the shower. The heat of the water coating the glass into a translucent state.

From the outside the pattering of the water is sounded through the room hitting two bodies. The sight of condensation falling down the glass at the bottom of a fading hand print. The feeling of humidity, threatening the summer heat itself.

But just beyond the veil of a this morning shower was yours and Wanda’s form of innocence. The sounds of soft shuttering breaths and whispered I love you’s. The sight of lips painting a memory, telling foreign bodies that yours belongs to someone. The feeling of hands committing to hold each other close. Remembering every inch of skin.

Fingers never dipped lower than they needed to but it didn’t feel teasing. There was no rush for more, no rush to move on, no rush to leave each other’s embrace. It built a tension of wanting more but it was innocenct, it was loving, it was sensual, and that’s all you two wanted it to be right now.

11:17am

The music blast through the kitchen tower as you and Wanda obnoxiously sang the lyrics to your favorite song.

The sight of her hips swaying while she scrambled eggs on the stove catching your eye. A smirk played on your lips when you go to hold her so you can sway together. Her body leaning into you as she cut off the fire and plated the last of the food you made together.

Eating in silence with the only sounds coming from the lowered music, and silverware clanking against plates. Although no words were spoken constant glances were shared and even the cliché of feeding the other. Your smile impossible to hide while Wanda watches your lips gracefully take a bite of her food.

6:35pm

The day consisted of laughter from constant jokes and nostalgic memories of years gone by with the team.

We dressed in “disguise” as we walked around the park hand and hand. Sometimes taking moments on a bench or under a tree to people watch and dream about our future together. It was peaceful as the sun shied away from the day.

“Cmon.” Wanda pulls me up to my feet, pulling me along through the day once again. Guiding me to the truck we’ve been using for the day.

“Where to this time my love.” I opened the driver door for her.

“Get in and find out.” She quickly gave me a kiss before opening the passenger door from the inside.

Dates like these weren’t rare. I was proud to sport a healthy relationship with Wanda. Over the course of 8 months I’ve learned a lot about her love language.

Acts of service. Quality time. Words of affirmation. She didn’t shy from any of them really.

But of course physical touch was never one to fade. I couldn’t help my mind wandering as her hand rests itself upon my thigh taking a comforting yet strong hold on the muscle as she drove up a hill.

After parking she got out and opened the door for me, her hand never leaving mine. When walking to the back I see a quick flash of red causing the cover on the bed of the truck to disappear. There hidden all day were too many blankets to count and pillows to support the feel of a bed.

“Wanda.” The only thing I could say after being speechless.

“Wait this isn’t the whole surprise.”

She lifts me onto the back and floats in next to me. We get comfortable in each others embrace. Her arms wrapped around me while I lay on her chest looking at the darkening sky. Her magic flashes again and covers the entire truck in a dome-like structure.

A soundtrack began to play till I heard my own voice before seeing a video of me projected above us. Soon Wanda appeared.

“Is this…the first time we met?” I asked stunned.

“It is.”

As the video continued more and more memories projected in the sky. From the times we’d stay up and talk till the sun rose. To her teaching me how to cook. To the times where her tears soaked my shirt while my arms held her closer than I’ve held anyone before. To our first kiss. And ending on our first argument which happened to also be the first time we confessed our feelings.

“What are you so afraid of Y/n!” Wanda’s voice strained as you threatened to leave the room.

“Time!” You rushed back in front of her. “I’m afraid there isn’t enough time to love you the way you deserve. I’m afraid there’s not enough time to learn your heart, your mind, your body, your soul. Everything that makes me fall in love with you more and more by the second.” The words were heavy in the air.

After trying to distance yourself from Wanda for weeks. Scared to lose more people you loved. That certain time as an Avenger was hard for you. Dealing with the blame of innocents dying and shaming yourself for not being able to save names you hold close to heart.

“You love me?”

“I’m afraid I can’t stop loving you, Wanda.” I cup her face in my hands gently.

“Then don’t.” A single tear falls down her face. “I love you too.” It was an intimate whisper but the sound shattered my heart and rebuilt it in her image.

The knot in my throat tightened as tears fell to the side. I propped myself up on my elbow to look down at her, seeing she was already admiring me.

“How did you did that?” My voice cracked with the question.

“Not how detka, why?” Before I could ask she answered, paired with the swipe of her thumb to clear my tears. “Because I wanted to show you how easy it is for me to love you. How you’re my strength and my weakness. And having you reciprocate the love I feel is the best gift and every reason to celebrate being with you.”

I could try to express how I feel in words but it wouldn’t be enough. So I stay quiet and kiss her with all the passion I have. I kiss her with all the love I hold. I kiss her with all the fear that has faded since then, with all the hopelessness of opening my eyes and reality being anything other than experiencing Wanda.

11:52pm

Her lips never left mine and when I couldn’t kiss her back she’d immediately whisper sweet nothings into my ear.

“I love you.”

“You were made for me.”

“I’m right here, detka, I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re so perfect.”

Her words only increased my need for her. Her be surrounded by everything that was Wanda. Her scent, her feel, just her. And she provided that with slow strokes of the length between her legs. My own legs wrapping around her hips holding her close. Her rhythm never faulted. Just like our shower there was no rush. Feeling every inch of her that sunk me further into divinity.

My hands clawing her back. Shuttering moans that paired with quick gasps. My hips meeting hers in the deep and slow grind she set herself in. Our heads pressed together while our breaths mixed. One hand holding mine and the other caressing me causing a mixture of fire and ice to cleanse my skin. Not knowing if it’s too much or not enough.

But it becomes clear that what she gives me is everything I need. In this moment and all the ones before. She’s everything I need and she knows that. Every time her hips meet mine an uncontrollable shake quakes its way from my spine to my legs. Her silky rasp guiding me to the edge.

“Right there, baby? Yeah?”

“Don’t force it, cum when you’re ready.”

“Look at me. Stay with me.”

“Just like that, breathe for me.”

“You’re doing so good for me.”

Safely. In her arms the top of the cliff leaves from under me. I couldn’t tell if I was falling or flying. I only knew I didn’t want to let go of her. The suddenness having my breath caught in my lungs and my body to stiffen. The divinity I was feeling before now a bubble of bliss and perfection.

Somewhere in the high I finally came down. Feeling a protective hold with my eyes closed. And when she brought me back to Earth I was able to open them only to drown in a love as deep as hers.

It took a moment to regain any thought but when I did I understood one thing.

She didn’t ask. She didn’t ask for me to be her valentine. Because it made sense she didn’t have to. I’m already hers.

She didn’t buy me anything. Because that wasn’t what would prove her love. It was in the way she held me at the end of the night.

Valentine’s Day wasn’t about having an excuse to show someone you care. It was about seizing the opportunity to remind that special someone you love them. To not only love them in the way you know how but to show that you know how to love them in the way that they need.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”

#wanda maximoff #mommy wanda #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda x you #natasha romanoff #valentines day

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mrsnancywheeler · 1 day

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Do you ever think about how when Finnick would have his clients in the Capitol he probably would be thinking about his sweet girl to make it easier. Then feeling so much guilt about it cause he knows what it’s like to be sexualized? Or is just me

-🌾anon

in a sweet girl mood rn

okay so I don't think he necessarily would think of her in that position with himvbut he would imagine her beside him while he's trying to disassociate, if that makes sense? like she's sitting right there, holding his hand, smiling at him, stroking his hair, reading a book to him, singing a lullaby.

but the guilt kicks in when he finds himself wishing she was here too, to be with him, his common sense knows what when she is it isn't really any better, most of the time it's worse. yet in the moment and thoughts of just laying with her he aches for her to just be there too, to not be alone.

I think he's either putting on a performance or completely lost in the thoughts of just being with his sweet girl and that the way these people talk, move, act just doesn't lend itself to even imagining that it's someone else, let alone her.

sorry this took me so long to get to pookie, I've been in and out of dry spells in writing and hopping around my inbox, forgive me, ily 🥺❤️

#wanda 💋#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x y/n #the lakes #the river #finnick odair angst #🌾 anon

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wandasaura · 2 months

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If feel like mommy would tell me to do something and daddy would make me do something. And idk why but that’s a difference 💋

no no no! you've got it all wrong! daddy nat would ask you to do something, mommy wanda would expect it to be done before she's even had to tell you .

#a: 💋#answered.#𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 ꔫ #mommy wanda #daddy natasha

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gulnarsultan · 1 year

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Hello honey, me again.

I have an interesting idea for you about Yandere Superman. This Superman is from Justice League: Injustice, where he's bad and all that, but instead of him killing Lois and her baby, it's us and our baby, and since we had no powers there we couldn't defend ourselves.

We arrive in our universe, where we are anti-heroes but we get along with both sides, here we do have powers (they look like Wanda's but they can be different) and we live normally until Batman calls us to help him save our world (since Superman wants to enslave save other Earths) and at some point he notices us and wants to take us with him, but our Clark has feelings for us and he tries to fight, but they end up taking us to his universe.

After that you are free to finish it, I hope you like it honey, many kisses!

Hello chocolate. I think it's a good scenario. I'm sending you a lot of kisses too. 💋💋💋

Yandere Superman can't save me and our unborn baby. We have no power in this universe. We are anti-heroes in the other universe. We have powers similar to Wanda. Batman from the other universe comes to our universe and asks us for help to save the world. Because yandere Superman wants revenge. We, with Batman, are going into their universe to stop Superman. In our own universe, Clark is in love with us. This Clark is normal and not Superman. Did I understand your question correctly? Along with Batman and other heroes, you face Superman and the heroes on his side. When Superman sees you, he hugs you in tears and apologizes. You want an announcement. Supermna tells everything that happens in this universe. You don't know what to steal. Superman promises to end this conflict if you choose to stay with him. The truth is, Batman, they say they didn't force you to choose. You choose to be Superman's wife. Superman is very happy. I don't think the other Clark can do anything. If he tries to take you back, he must fight Superman. Either one will win.

#yandere dc #yandere dc x reader #yandere superman x reader #yandere superman #dark superman #other universe #yandere male

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knowsvaluemoved · 2 years

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❝ here, let me hold you. you look cold. ❞ | @ofdarkhold

westview new jersey isn’t that far from new york city , but it seems colder than the city ever cold . maybe it’s the lack of tall buildings to keep the city’s sidewalks warm . a shiver runs through peggy as she stands in the doorway of wanda’s home . things between them are still new , as the christmas tree in the corner of the room signifies , but peggy already doesn’t want to go home to the city . there’s nothing there for her anymore . she’s certain she could find work in this town , perhaps with the activism wanda does or opening her own firm .

red lips form into a small smile as she sheds her snow covered coat . “ the city is only a two hours away , but i don’t believe it’s ever been this cold there .” once the brown fabric is hanging off the rack , she crossing over to where wanda sits on the couch . legs get thrown across her lap , cuddling in close to the red head . “ you look rather cozy here . i’m certain you’ll have no problem warming me up .”

#ofdarkhold #💋 : i know what it’s like to have every door slammed in your face * ( answered )#💋 : partner before thirty * ( v 006 )#💋 : you are the one i've been waiting for ( peggy x wanda >> ofdarkhold )

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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You Belong…

Wanda Maximoff x FemPlusSize!Reader

Wanda Maximoff x Vision

Natasha x Reader x Yelena (Sisters)

Warnings: Red Room/Dreykov mentioned, alluded to past homelessness, Insecurities/Nervous stutter, unwanted male advances, Violence!!, Jealousy.

Chubby/Round Belly/Stretch Marks(non offensive, but warning anyways in case it’s not a positive for you 💋)

The insecurity warning isn’t really drawn upon by the reader’s size. Words like “chubby” were used as a descriptor, and I hope that’s not taken negatively because personally I find no shame in the term.

This one was a test of writers block for me, thank Halsey for being able to focus me 😂. I reread this one like 5 times in fear that parts seemed lazily strung together, I hope you all enjoy ❤️💋

10.6k words

Fluff times infinity, with the briefest moments of angst. Wanda’s heavily riding the simp train 💋.

Minors DNI! | 18 +

Smut: Choking, Teasing, Fingering(With rings 😉), Oral, Nipple stimulation/Food play, Strap-Penetration/Riding, Overstimulation/Hyperventilation (W) Nipple/Clit Stimulation, Magic: Phantom penetration, Daddy(R)

"Yelena, this is the last time I'm helping you with Valentina, you know how much I do not approve of your endeavors.," the blonde snorts, "Y/N Y/L/N, I do not need your help, I only acquire it because if I didn't you'd stay in our damn apartment all day long, and that's just not healthy, you need the fresh air too." You roll your eyes because the blonde literally set you up in an enclosed, abandoned building., "Yelena, I do all my hacking from home, it's called efficiency, and my work doesn't usually involve violence and death.," Yelena scoffs., "Well mine gets bad guys off the streets, a bit unconventional sure, but just as efficient."

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"Yeah, yeah... I found your target, he's at a restaurant just up the street, and if these texts are correct he'll be headed to the Avengers compound next..." You pause, going over the information you'd pulled up, and find yourself confused., "Yel, are you sure he's a bad guy? If my sources are correct, which they are, he's —." The clearing of one's throat cuts your findings off., "A former shield agent turned well known Avenger who's now on track to retiring, he's a husband and father of three, oh, and the best friend of the one and only Natasha Romanoff."

You smile at the sound of the familiar voice, "Natty!," she chuckles as she catches you, and to your forever shock she spins you around., "Privet moy dragotsennyy angel.," she greets then settles you down with a kiss to your forehead, followed up by a glare sent Yelena's way., "Privet moy malen'kiy zasranets."

(Hello my: precious angel / little shit)

"What are you doing here sestra? It's such a pleasure." Yelena condescends, plopping down into your spinny chair as she flips her off., "Well, I'd been celebrating at my dear friends retirement dinner when I got news that a pair of assassins had been hired to take him out. You groan, "Natasha, I'm not an assassin..." and she deadpans., "You were raised with us in the redroom, and you're helping Yelena to find her hits, so really, you are one by all accounts." You sigh, then move over to help Yelena glare at her., "Why do you help her anyways?"

"Because, she needs to get out of the house!" You scoff, "Because Yelena is a codependent little shit, and can do nothing without me!" Natasha smirks at your correction., "Am not!," Yelena shrieks as she swiftly jumps up to her feet, her finger now pressing into your chest., "Are too! I'd actually leave the house on my own if not for all of your messes left behind."

Natasha humors your little bickering session, honestly, she misses being involved in them. Which is why she's a bit excited to talk to you., "Fine! I will prove it that I can be independent! I'm going home all by myself, and don't worry Natasha your precious Clint Barton is safe.," You hold back your laugh, knowing her truth is simply because you'd just wiped your findings.

"She went the wrong way, huh?" Natasha jests, and you turn to her with a smirk., "Good, I need to talk to you both, but to you first..."

—

Natasha stares over at you with wide eyes, wondering if you'll ever stop pacing around., "Y/N, I'm really sorry, but it's truly the best I could do." You stop pacing, pizza slice dangling from your hand as you stare back at your found sister. "Natty, I know, it's just, I don't see how I'd fit in with the whole Avengers squad, you're all so incredibly fit, and are amazing fighter's, and I'm just a half baked assassin with decent hacking abilities."

Sure, you grew up in the red-room, but as soon as your body began to defy the expectations of a widow you'd been tossed aside by Dreykov, the irony of the situation never lost on you. Had it not been for Natasha and Yelena you're certain he would've killed you, but having been drugged and thrown onto the cold streets of Russia with nothing to your name, well, or a name to even begin with, wasn't much better.

Hacking had been your primary focus in the program, you were always at the top of your class, and that was all that kept you alive throughout the rest of your formative years, and therefore most of your early twenties. Eventually, after many years alone, you had managed to track down both of your sisters; it was a bad time when you found them, but after all the fighting it was a joyous reunion for all.

Natasha went back to her life as an Avenger, and you took a freshly free'd Yelena under your wing, allowing her to stay in your spare room, and over time you somehow got dragged into her illegal workings, which had all lead you into this unfavorable moment.

"You're a skilled enough fighter, and really you'd just be our incredibly smart eye candy." Natasha teases with that stupid smirk, and you roll your eyes exaggeratedly as you plop down beside her with a heavy sigh., "Natty, it's just not a good fit, I don't think you've thought this all through.," Natasha sighs, shifting to face you with a much softer gaze, her hand lifting to cup your chubby cheek, and her thumb gently caresses your skin., "I promise I thought it all through angel, I'm bringing Lena on too, and you must know that required a lot of thought."

Natasha settles into the couch as you laugh so freely., "You just need to trust me angel, have I ever led you astray?," you instantly deadpan., "Okay, besides that one time at the bar, you really need to let that go." Natasha sinks into the couch at the resurfaced memory of your psychotic ex that she might've encouraged, or better yet drunkenly shoved at you.

Your incredulous laughter fills the space., "Natty, that psycho still calls me to this day, and I can't keep changing my damn number.," "What's wrong then? You're just that good! Now please, just say yes so I don't have to throw you guys in the slammer.,"

"You're lucky I love you Natalia.," Natasha cheers at your indirect yes, pulling you in for a bear hug that leads into a snuggle session., "See, when you stay at the compound on the rare occasion we'll be able to cuddle!," you giggle, then as you went to tease her for being a softy your apartment door slams into the wall.

"Oh my God! Y/N/N! Did you move the apartment again?!" Natasha looks down at you with furrowed brows and a growing smirk., "No Lena, you just got lost once again.," The blonde scoffs., "I am a spy, I do not get lost." You roll your eyes at the blatant lies, and Natasha clears her throat., "Lena, you have two options, go to jail, or become an Avenger."

Yelena laughs wildly, "Your jail can not hold me Natalia.," her spoon settles into the pot of mac and cheese you made for her, and she then douses it in so much hot sauce that it leaves the redhead holding you beyond speechless., "Yelena, we are Avengers now.," the blonde looks to you with suspicious eyes., "If Y/N is in, then so am I, she kinda needs me to survive."

"Yay! It's settled then my dearest sestras, you'll report to the compound with me tomorrow." Natasha instantly cheers, cutting off the fight before it could pick up, and you give her the satisfaction by taking the higher road, for now anyways...

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Ten months into being an honorary Avenger and you couldn't be settling in any better, the team welcomed you both with open arms, and your wild stories about the normally private redhead had you quickly becoming everyone's favorite. Natasha had a massive soft spot for you so she'd let it slide, especially with how nervous you had been about joining the team.

Tony and you got along the best, he loved the new ammo given to use against Natasha, but even more so he really enjoyed setting up unnecessary barriers for you to crack through. He was in awe to have finally met someone on his intellectual level; he'd make something as simple as making coffee a task for you, so in retaliation one day you'd hacked into Friday.

For an entire week the men of the compound, excusing Bucky, were stunted when the AI was only able to speak in and understand Russian. Tony would manage to crack through a firewall just for another to keep him blocked long enough for you to reinstate the previously broken down one. Had it not been for Fury needing you for a mission one day it would've likely lasted for an indefinite amount of time. He still finds ways to mess with you, but he learned not to mess with your morning coffee, which saved him in the long run, and you too.

Like now, you were currently stood at the machine preparing a handful of thermos's. Today was your first on sight mission since their system was far too advanced for a long distanced hacking. This missions team had included both of your sisters, the Captain, and unfortunately for you, the witch who always left you a stumbling mess whenever she so much as greeted you in the compound kitchen.

Wanda Maximoff, she was the most beautiful woman you'd had the fortune of laying your eyes upon, but you being you made everything beyond awkward, plus she was dating Vision. The first time you'd met her, she introduced herself and shook your hand as was the polite thing to do. In return you stuttered her name back in place of your own, barely managing to meet her hand; she'd chuckled at your state, and offered a smile with eyes that appeared to be filled with pity, it was absolutely mortifying. Over time though the two of you had become good friends, she'd come to your girls nights with your sisters, unfairly worming her way into your heart, leaving you a hopeless mess.

Natasha entered the kitchen to make herself coffee, but then she smiled when she saw you already had, using the bedazzled thermos you made for her with her name and widow logo., "Good morning moy dragotsennyy angel.," she gleefully greets, then quickly spins you around to pull you in for a quick hug before releasing you to jump onto the counter across from you.

"Good morning sestra, did you sleep well?" You ask, then lift the bonus mug full of coffee up to her eye line, and she gratefully takes it., "Yes.," She hums in total satisfaction as the first sip of the preferred bitter drink warms her throat., "Are you ready for the mission?," you nod with a tight lipped smile to accompany, so she settles her now empty mug down to cup your soft cheeks, transferring over the warmth from her hands and you sigh at the simple affection.

"You'll do just fine.," she coos, and you look up to her with eyes full of worry "I know Natty, I'm just worried about all of you, also I'm kind of dead weight if anything were to go wrong." You whine when she pinches your cheeks, her eyes hardening., "Don't start, you're just as capable, shut it down, and be on the jet in ten."

Natasha then leaves the kitchen with her full thermos, running back in just to wink at you, and as soon as she's gone Wanda's entering. "Good morning Y/N/N!!," her smile was as bright as ever when she saw you stood there, and it only grew when you passed her over a new grey thermos covered in dark red glitter., "I-It's supposed to resemble your powers, that's why it's covered in beautiful swirls." you nervously rambled off, avoiding her soft eyes.

Wanda's heart skips a beat when she hears how you utter the word beautiful in comparison to her powers, nobody's ever said something so pure to her, and she's kinda glad it was you. Then when she realizes you made her tea instead of coffee she's near to crumbling, you were just incredibly thoughtful and attentive. Flipping the script she kisses your cheek in thanks, relishing in the warmth of your skin, and your nervous, spluttering thoughts.

"Thank you krasivaya.," She smirks as your eyes widen, and she takes a sip of her drink like nothing had happened., "Care to accompany me to the jet before we're late, and end up receiving the Captain's dreadfully long speech about time management?," you giggle and link your arm with hers, ignoring the way being so close to her makes you feel, and doing your best to keep the doomed butterflies at bay.

Natasha smirks when she hears you and Wanda entering the jet in fits of giggles, then Yelena ruins the moment with her screams as she receives her coffee, the koozie cut into a matching vest a beyond exciting sight for her. When you hand Steve his thermos covered in patriotic peaches he looks to you confused. Yelena's sudden cackling, and the others smirks a sign to him that there was indeed a hidden message, but he overlooks it as he's in mission mode. He thanks you then joins Natasha in the cockpit to get the jet flying.

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"Stay safe!" You shout as they all exit the jet, heading off to raid the Hydra base you just disarmed, and you return to your setup to keep an eye on them through the cameras, helpfully offering them tips through the coms when you see something ahead that they can't.

They'd been doing relatively well, evading the guards, collecting all that they needed; it was honestly beyond your previous expectations, so when Yelena had deviated from the route and found herself cornered you had gasped., "Hello everybody, I'm in a bit of a cucumber.," she whispered into the comms, and you saw her getting thrown around right after.

"Yelena, what are you talking about?" Natasha grunted into her coms, the other three now engaged in a fight of their own, and even if they were available they were a floor up on the East side of the building, and so you were left with only one choice., "Nat, she meant a pickle, and don't you worry, I-I'm on my way right now." Wanda's heart skips and she gasps "What?," Natasha swiftly knocks the man before her down, then shouts into the coms., "Y/N no, stay on the jet, just tell us where she is!"

"I'm capable Nat, remember?," You awkwardly pant into the coms as you'd just been running, kicking the door in you make the short jaunt to your sister, finding her still upright but the clear staggering had you worried., "Yel, move." Hydra men stop to get a look at you, all of them sharing looks before their obnoxious, booming laughter fills the tiny space as Yelena hobbles behind you., "What is this? Your backup?" Yelena sneers, "No! She is just my beautiful sestra! She doesn't believe in violence."

The men smile deviously as your not so smart sister portrays you as incapable, and honestly, that might've been to your benefit as their egos doubled., "Look boys, now we have two woman to take back to the boss man, he'll be thrilled.," You grimace at the underlying meaning in his overtly lust ridden tone, and as they make a move towards you both you get into a fighting stance., "How cute, she thinks she can win.,"

You chuckle, patience having run thin ages ago, and just as one nears you lay him out with a simple kick to his manly hood, but he'd still managed to mar your face., "How rude...," Then you whip out your secret weapon, a loud whirring noise follows, and you vaguely hear Natasha scoff., "Hey, are those my batons?!," In quick succession you slam the electrified sticks into the sides of the other twos necks, then again into their backs and they crumble., "Give me your pistol." Yelena just giggles, you groan but make a quick move to snatch it from her, muscle memory kicks in and you shoot the remaining goon straight through the head without even glancing his way, then for good measure you off the other three.

Yelena looks at you wide eyed, and mouth agape, and you just smirk at her shocked face., "You-You just...," her spluttering is cut off by your cocky response., "Yes Lena, I saved you.," Yelena's face drops into an offended scowl., "Psh! I was just faking them out, I'm so fine." You shrug, "Okay, I'll see you on the jet then."

Yelena freezes, her pride leaving her stuck, because the truth is her legs felt like jello., "Wait! Come back!" She shouts into the coms, you giggle., "Say the words, and I'm yours.," Yelena whispers curses to herself in Russian, "Y/N Y/L/N, please come back, I need you.," She regrets it as soon as she says it, Natasha's inappropriate laughter crosses through the coms., "Ladies! Focus up, and get to the jet!"

The Captain's commands make you groan in annoyance, but you listen and scoop the blonde up, and she happily snuggles into your chest., "I'm sorry you had to leave the jet Y/N/N.," You shush her tired apologies, then cautiously make your way to the jet in relative silence.

You lay her down onto the medical bed, and give her an ice pack as that's all you could really offer her., "You're hurt...," you look over to see your blonde sister pouting over at you. It warms your heart to see her concern, but it's unnecessary, so you wipe her unshed tears., "I'm fine, you though, not so much, get some rest Lena..." and after another minute of her grumbling she gives into the exhaustion.

Once you'd settled down yourself, and your eyes had momentarily closed Natasha was rushing onto the jet in hysterics., "Y/N, oh my gosh, thank God you're okay... Wait, your face, what were you thinking?!" You caught her hands that were slapping at your chest., "Natalia! Knock it off, I was thinking our idiot of a sister was in trouble, and that all of you were too far away to get to her. It's a couple scratches, I got worse from the alley cats on the streets of Russia, stop being such a mom!"

The former assassins face drops at the mention of your time on the streets, but then she's beaming over your outburst., "Well, I guess I was right then, moy dragotsennyy angel was capable.," she then pinches your cheeks for emphasis, laughing boisterously when you shove her away right after. With a quick look back to the witch she turns to subtly wink at you, and you're far too tired to decipher what she's trying to say, especially when you look back to see that Wanda's menacing glare aimed at you. Your eyes were quick to close again, and the shaking of the jet lulls you to sleep.

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Everyone else already left the jet, but Wanda graciously agreed to stay behind to wake you. She decided to sit and watch you sleep for a bit because the sight of you so peaceful made her incredibly happy. Then she saw the marks on your face, a reminder that you went into the Hydra base, and all the fear it filled her with, so all too suddenly she was making her way over to you without much control.

"Ow...," you groaned, hand flying up to rub at your forehead, your eyes slowly fluttered open to see the beautiful Sokovian woman who you were beyond smitten with staring back at you as if you'd killed her cat, causing you to gulp., "Wands, wh-where's everybody else?"

Ignoring you the woman heads to the back of the jet, magic preventing you from following, so you just sat there rather perplexed until she returned with the first aid kit, and then you couldn't breathe when she straddled your lap. Wanda's lips briefly quirked up when your breath hitched, and just to be a bit bratty she ground herself into you while seeming to be readjusting, and it took everything in you not to moan at the more than welcome sensation.

When she finally looked at you her gaze was back to impassive as she had silently began to clean up your eyebrow with some antiseptic. "Wa-Wands, did I-I do something wrong?," Her resolve was crumbling when your stutter began to resurface, it's not like you did this maliciously, hurting her precious detka and all.

Wanda sighs, her soft breath fanning across your face, and your lips tingle with a want., "You should've stayed on the jet Y/N/N, I could've flown to her you know...," then it hits you, she was clearly just worried about you, and that alone has you falling harder for her., "Oh, I'm fine Wands, I promise." Your attempt to convince her with a soft smile is futile when the next dab of antiseptic has you wincing, and tightly closing your eyes.

Wanda frowns, and the uncomfortable silence falls over the both of you once again, and it makes your entire body feel itchy, the idea that you'd upset the woman, and the corresponding anxiety entirely consumes you, and as per usual you find a way to say the wrong thing., "So, how's life? Vision treating you well?" When her entire body tenses above yours you're mentally cursing yourself for making her uncomfortable again., "Um, I'm so-sorry, I was just trying to cut through the silence, I-I didn't mean to make you more uncomfortable."

Wanda sighs., "I'm moving down to your lips.," Shockingly soft fingers trace over your busted lip, and you do your very best just to keep your breathing regulated., "Vis and I broke up.," Your eyes pop open, and Wanda's orbs actively avoided meeting yours, because truth be told she didn't want the sympathy they'd offer her, the anticlimactic break up was all her doing.

Her reservations about her relationship had actually started after she first met you, she'd felt this electric shock run through her body when she shook your hand, and so she tried avoiding you at first, but it was rather fruitless. Everything about you was far too alluring, the wit to rival that of the insufferable billionaires, that goofy smile that always made her own lips curl, your adorable laughter that never failed to make her stomach flutter and heart skip beats, then there were those lonely nights where your not so innocent thoughts would reach her and they simply drove her up the wall.

The robot just couldn't give her everything she'd needed, the love she held for him slowly transcended from romantic to simple nostalgia. Vision was sweet, and an overall good 'person', but so were you, and you just offered so much more, and she's been dying to explore it all too. But she also knew she had to be cautious with you, you'd been burned quite a lot in the past; you deserved to be loved properly, and she'd be damned if she didn't make sure to woo you.

Wanda finally met your eyes when she finished staring at your perfect, kissable lips, and as expected she saw your soft eyes, and her heart was a pile of mush, then she saw as a glint of mischief spark in them., "Do you need me to hack into his mainframe? I'm pretty sure I could make him punch himself at the party Stark will inevitably throw for us tonight?," Wanda threw her head back in a fit of bellyaching laughter, and you were quick to wrap an arm tightly around her waist, your hand settling on her lower back to keep her from falling off your lap, and if not for your spy training you would've missed the deep blush that spread up her neck, and onto her cheeks.

"No Y/N/N, it was actually pretty amicable...," She genuinely confessed, your warm smile had her swooning, and craving to keep you close., "However, I wouldn't mind one of your famous cuddle sessions to lift my lowered spirits, you kinda owe me anyways for scaring me today.," You chuckle at her finesse, as if she hadn't been near to cuddling you already, you hum in faux contemplation, and Wanda squeals excitedly when you wrap both of your arms around her in a silent confirmation of her devious plans.

"Tell me Wands, your bed or mine?," You lowly tease, and the beautiful, overtly flustered woman giggles into your chest,., "Mine is fine.," With the confirmation you're standing up, your arms adjusting to scoop under Wanda's thighs to prevent her legs from being left to dangle, her arms settle over your plush waist, and she takes advantage of this perfect moment to rest her head against your chest while you make the short trek to her room on the second floor.

Wanda reluctantly separates from your body when you reach beyond the door she'd flicked open, she looks away from you, cursing herself for having forgotten how messy it'd become., "Sorry for the mess.," Wanda moves quickly to brush everything off the bed and to the floor., "Psh, this is nothing, honestly, your room being like this is rather comforting. Perfect little miss Wanda Maximoff, the one who yells at us for not using a coaster is a secret slob, I can't wait to tell all the guys." Wanda glares over at you, the subtle tilting of her head makes you freeze, no words are said, they don't even have to be as you nod in complete understanding.

"Good girl.," She beams, then she throws back her covers, patting her bed and as soon as you touch down she's clinging to you like a koala., "Hope you live up to my expectations detka.," They were high too, based on word of mouth, but seeing as how you could actually do no wrong in her eyes you could probably just lay there like a brick and she'd be content.

Which is the current case as your brain works over time, continuously analyzing the use of the Russian pet name, because she has just called you baby, and you've been dreaming of this moment for months, but now you're lost. On the one hand, if she asked you out you'd say yes in a heartbeat, on the other hand, she's only just become single and you're almost certain your hope has you reading into the last hour; the last thing you'd want is to be a rebound. Her obvious displeased shuffling pulled you out of your spiral, and you pulled her even closer, and she groaned when your hand began to rub perfect, gentle circles into her back, working out the knots from the mission.

The warmth, and immense comfort having you close brought her was making the already tired woman slip in between levels of consciousness, and it was the most adorable thing you'd seen. Every time she'd close her eyes it would take her that much longer to reopen them, her lips would pucker, and nose would scrunch when she was obviously fighting the exhaustion, then her face would smooth back out, her plump lips would part, soft breaths tickling at your skin as she had slowly made her way on top of you.

Once Wanda had truly fallen asleep you still remained, holding onto her for a few minutes, and admiring her soft features; allowing her to reach a deeper state of slumber before you slip out—rather elegantly if you might add, you then covered her up before rushing off to find the trouble maker that is your eldest sister.

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"You knew!" Natasha flinches at your sudden accusatory tone, but her lips quirk at the truth of your words as she flips the page of her book., "Shhh, Lena's recovering, use your inside—.," She squeals, effectively cutting her sentence off, then she's whining like a petulant child as you drag her out of the secluded room, and into the medbay hallway.

"Fine, I knew, but what is it you're referencing? That Wanda's finally single, or that you two are a literal match made in smitten kitten heaven?" Her smug smile made you scowl., "So, this is why you were being so sketchy then? All the looks, and the winking, what's your point?" Natasha smirks., "My point was you needed to make your move, and it seems to me you did."

With a confused mind you follow her eyes, you then use your phone to see that your neck has a smear of vibrant red lipstick, and your eyes widen., "No-o, Natty, it's not what you think.," Natasha deadpans., "Trust me, I know, but that doesn't mean it won't be happening tonight after the party though.," she teases with a wink.

"What's your fascination with getting me laid?" Natasha chortles rather boisterously, then she's cupping your plush cheeks, and settling her forehead against yours., "Angel, this time it's not about that, it's a bonus sure, but this is about you finally getting the love you fucking deserve, and I know the little witch will offer.,"

At the sound of your sniffling the big, scary assassin pulls you in for a tight hug, swaying the both of you in place until you're no longer wetting her shirt with your appreciative tears., "You better be right Natty, I won't survive if you're wrong here.," Natasha scoffs., "I'm never wrong—don't even start with the ex—just stop being a scaredy-cat, and ask her out."

With a final, tight squeeze she lets you go, using her thumbs she wipes away the residual tears, "I'll do it, or at least I promise to try.," Natasha nods with an encouraging smile, she knows you're being honest, and it's far better than you just shrugging her off altogether.

"After tonight I'm taking a much needed week off, then it's onto Yelena and the goofy archer." You shake your head as you head for the door.,

"Oh Natalia, vsegda tak effektiven v vashem vmeshatel'stve." Natasha shouts out after you., "It's my duty as the oldest sister, and just as soon as you're both settled down I'll finally ask Maria out." quietly mumbling the last part before shouting once more., "Go get em tiger!!"

(Always so effective with your meddling)

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Wanda was disappointed when she woke up without you, but she also knew you'd be gone. Your thoughts were rather loud; detka might've been a bit rushed, but she just couldn't help to utter it when she was cuddled up close to you. Having you for the brief stint made her realize tonight was the night she had to make a move. Seeing as how you're the 'reason for the party,' she knew you'd be here, Tony would drag you here kicking and screaming to make sure of it. Even after ten months you still didn't like to go to the parties, staying in the shadows was your preferred mode of existence, and she never usually minded because she'd been able slip off to watch movies with you.

While she awaits your arrival she rushes over to the bar, her back to those working as her stool is turned to let her know you're here., "Wands, what's your mode of liquid courage?," Wanda turns to see the smirking redhead, an array of alcohol bottles in her hand, and two empty shot glasses waiting to be filled., "Is it really that obvious?," She grumbles while pointing to the expensive bottle of vodka, Nat offers her a reassuring smile while pouring. "Oh Wands, you two are disgustingly obvious. Y/N could hardly string a sentence together whenever you use to enter a room, and she still hardly can after all this time, plus she's never laughed so hard like she does with you.,"

Natasha pauses, handing over the booze, and they throw the shot glasses back with ease., "Then there's you, following her around like a smitten kitten, and ending a three year long relationship a few months after her arrival.," Natasha refills the glasses, and they clink in early celebration., "Why is she so oblivious Nat? Because I'm in deep and she just doesn't seem to get it, she didn't even know we broke up, she asked how we were doing as a couple as I was literally straddling her lap, and then I called her detka before quite literally laying on top of her as we cuddled."

Natasha hums thoughtfully as the next shot slides down her throat with a delicious burn., "Well, it's not enough to be an obvious flirt with Y/N, she requires a more blunt approach. To you the cuddling is a clear sign of your infatuation, to her it was a sweet moment with the unobtainable girl of her dreams.," Wanda frowns at the comment., "Her brain moves a mile a minute, and if Y/N's always been one thing it's an over thinker. Even if she gets to the conclusion that you're into her she's likely talked herself out of the thought a second later, as a mind reader I'm sure you've heard her."

Wanda's brows furrow at the insinuation., "Natasha, I don't intentionally read anyones thoughts.," Natasha throws a quick hand up., "I'm aware, but I also know from your training that you can't block everything out, and Y/N's thoughts are probably more like loud alarms.," Wanda cheers to that, because it's a correct inference., "Just promise me this one thing.," Wanda, though tipsy, straightens herself up and maintains a respectable eye contact., "Don't break her heart, I really don't want to have to fight you, but I will for my angel."

"No, I'd never do that Nat! I've felt more with her in ten months then I ever did with Vis, she is like my wildest dream come true, I love her." Natasha beams at the obvious confession, then she peers over her shoulder just in time to see you nervously stopped before the doorway, your hands fidgeting, and as if you were a conductor of a freight train Wanda's all aboard.

*If you turn around now, then you don't have to face any of the judgmental shield agents.*

*No! I belong here just as much as they do, I even proved it today.*

*Wanda's definitely there, probably looking beautiful in a pretty little dress... Maybe she's even waiting for me to show up...*

*Or Natty's just a deluded little freak, and I'm about to make a total fool of myself.*

*No, I-I need to at least try... Right?*

Wanda smiled endearingly at the way your nervous stutter transcends the verbal, she watched you step into the party with baited breath, and fucking hell did you look stunning. Wearing a pair of black flare pants with thin golden stripes running up the legs, paired with a silky, golden button up crop top that gave her the perfect view of your visibly softened skin. Your hands were adorned with stacked golden rings, and she was close to squirming at the thought of the cold metal digging into her skin with your fingers wrapped around her throat. She quickly frowned when the metal armed nitwit blocked her delicious view of you.

"Hiya doll, well don't you look ravishing.," Bucky greets, and your whole body tenses, the super soldier has been relentless with his advances, and though he's normally a nice guy you just can't respect his inability to read the room, or hear you when you turn him down., "Hey Bucky." You greet with a tight smile, and he pulls you in for a hug, his hand on your exposed skin makes you unnaturally nauseous, the glares casted upon you from various Shield women only makes your anxiety peak more.

*Nope, I'm out.*

Wanda rushes after you before Nat could even warn her that you were going to flee, stumbling as she was she still made quick work to reach you, and in a tipsy state of desperation she pounces on you, causing you to stumble into a cramped closet, she winced when you groaned as a broomstick plunged into your plush belly.

"Y/N/N, I'm sorry..." Wanda illuminates the closet in hues of red, her gaze falling to your clutched abdomen and without much thought her hands replace yours, her surprisingly cold fingers work wonders on the irritated skin,. "No worries Wands, I-I'm okay.," your hands settled over hers, and it was truly electrifying, but your warm smile is what really did her in.

Nerves wracked your body the longer you stood there in silence just staring at one another., "Wands, why are we in the closet? I've been out for awhile now, I never planned to return.," Wanda playfully rolls her eyes at your humor, but really she appreciates the way you had the courage to cut through the tense silence, all her planned words having died on her tongue once she touched you., "You belong here."

Your entire face scrunches in pure confusion., "Um... You think I belong in a janitors closet?," Wanda internally groans at her misconstrued message., "Noooo, I-I, you belong with me.," Your breath hitches, her words loaded, but not quite as dizzying as her feather soft touches. Lithe fingers slowly run across your stomach, tracing delicate lines over your stretch marks until her hands are softly gripping at your hips.

"I-It's a good song, really, but Red's her best album, have you heard Sad Beautiful Tragic?," Wanda's heart cracks, using humor to mask your fears doing nothing as your thoughts are screaming at you not to fall for this., "Y/N....," she whispers your name, her voice cracking, and it breaks your heart to know you're the reason for her slightly trembling lip., "Please, can you believe me when I say that I love you.," her head falls to hide the tears burning at the corner of her eyes, you can hear the sniffle, but the fear still overruled your heart.

"Wands, please don't say it if you don't...," Wanda's lips are incredibly soft as they land on yours in an attempt to cut your words off, using actions to convince your stubborn mind of the truth since her words just continue to fail her., "I love you, every single thing about you, you are perfect to me.. for me.. So stop running!" Her grip on you'd somehow managed to get even tighter, and your hands dropped to grab hers, pulling them off you, and her face fell.

Wanda was surely about to cry, but then your hands were interlocking with hers, and the sight of your warm smile filled her with hope., "Wanda, dorogoy, you know I don't run...," Joking aside she could see you were genuinely in when she looked into your eyes, and those loud doubts of yours had ceased to exist., "Fucking asshole...," She groaned, and you chuckled before pulling her back in for a sweet kiss that turned heated rather quickly, her hands traveling beneath your loose top telling you just exactly where this night was headed.

A shiver runs down her spine when your soft, near breathless chuckles fan across her neck., "Wanda, I will not be having my way with you in a stuffy janitors closet.," Wanda whined, her need to be touched by you had her impatient, so with her heels in her hand, and yours in her other she hurriedly pulled you out of the closet. With a clear determination on her face she was hurriedly pulling you off towards the elevator. Her foot was tapping impatiently against the carpet, the ding of the elevator doors failing to ring out, she had a mind about her to use her magic to speed the machine along. Luckily it was only a few moments later that the doors were opening and she was flinging you into the rig, leaving you to wonder where exactly it is that she stored all that strength.

Without any warning, much like before, she was pouncing on you, but this time you had managed to see it coming and caught her, your hands garnering a rough grip upon her lush ass. A pained groan leaving you as your back hit the hard wall of the elevator, only to then be swallowed by the Sokovian as her plump lips slammed into yours with an unbridled passion. Wanda's lithe hands found purchase in your locks, roughly tangling into your soft hair, and keeping her steady as you tenderly massaged the thinly covered flesh of her bottom.

Breathy moans a direct response to your touch leaving way for you to slip your tongue right into her mouth, making you successful in your need to deepen the kiss; to get a taste of her. Wanda hadn't thought she could feel more desperate, but every move you make proves her wrong, her hips now involuntarily grinding her against you as her need for friction had steadily increased., "Shit... Detka, are you packing?," she groaned, and you nearly lost the rhythm of the kiss as the urge to smirk overwhelmed you. Wordlessly though you had answered her, using your strong hold on her ass you slowly pushed her practically bare core flush against the clothed bulge as her dress had become bunched up at her hips at some point,. "Fuck!"

Wanda was thanking the stars that the elevator doors were finally opening, never in her life had traveling to the second floor taken so long, and she was even more thankful that you'd resolved to carry her to the room, because she's not sure she could've managed the walk alone. On the short journey to her room your lips had made a path of marks on their journey to her pulse point, biting into the skin you heard her suck in a harsh breath, swiping your tongue over the deep mark in an attempt to soothe her all the while one of your hands was wildly searching for the doorknob.

Wanda was beyond desperate for you, but when you went to open the door she began to panic about the pace of the night, she didn't want you to think she was trying to use you. Your hand was quickly encased by swirls of red, you pulled back for clarification., "Wait!," Wanda's eyes closed, and her nose scrunched up adorably, the sounds of shuffling from behind her bedroom door leaving you rather intrigued, then those beautiful green eyes of hers opened up, swirls of red still ever present. Noticing your lust blown eyes staring at her she smiled shyly with tinted cheeks., "Go ahead."

Wanda watched your face with rapt attention as you slowly allowed the door to creak open. Soft music was lowly playing in the room, the lights were dim, rose petals in the shape of a heart covered the once messy bed, and there was a fondue station set up beside the bed. Wanda's hands slid from behind your neck to cup your cheeks when you started to tear up., "Don't get me wrong detka, I want you to have your way with me, but I also want to woo you.," You shook your head while lightly laughing., "Consider me woo'd then milaya devushka., Wanda beamed, pulling you in for a quick kiss as she lowered her feet back to the ground, pulling you over to her bed she sits you down.

It was all so absolutely heartwarming, the soft humming in correspondence with the music, hips delicately swaying as she worked to get the chocolate warmed up with her back to you; it did wonders in reaffirming her earlier words, she loved you, she wanted you, and boy did it make your once doomed butterflies swarm. However, you were beyond aroused, and if you're being honest, you were ready to fuck her senseless, all the wooing could come after.

Quietly you rose up from the bed, fingers tracing over the sensitive marks you'd just left behind as you began to move her hair from behind her neck until it was draped over her shoulders., "You're so sweet Wands..." you coo, placing a gentle kiss to the nape of her neck that spurs on an adorable, surprised giggle, "Really, this is all so beautiful.," one of your hands that had been resting on her hip slowly rises up as you praise the woman until your fingers hovering over the zipper of her dress., "But fuck Wands, I'd be a fool if I didn't tell you how much I want to take this little red dress right off of you, to be able to make love to you until the sun rises, to finally get a taste you, because Wands, I've been waiting so damn long for you to actually be mine."

Wanda's hands were holding so tightly to the metal tray as you whispered your desires into her ear, the skin of her knuckles turning white, and her thighs were positively dripping with her never ending arousal., "Take it off then...," You lightheartedly chuckle, "Your wish is my command krasivaya...," taking the zipper in between your fingers you playfully twist it around before slowly pulling it down along with the fabric clinging onto her shoulders.

Her entire body shivers as you leave a trail of soft kisses down the column of her spine as her back is slowly revealed to you, your hands settling on her hips for stability, and you take a moment to admire her physique from below. Taut shoulder blades telling you just how tense the witch is while she is forced to patiently await your next movements. Traveling back up you leave a more scattered pathway of kisses, her muscles tense under the light touch of your fingers that had followed the trail of your kisses until finally reaching the clasps of her bra.

Your lips were incredibly tender as they continuously pressed to her bare shoulder., "Tell me what is it that you want from me pretty girl?," Wanda's entire body was buzzing with need, and there you were taking your sweet time., "Please Y/N, can you just fuck me already? Take it all off, and have your fucking way with me damn it, I-I just, I need you so badly...," Her bra hit the floor only a few seconds later, your arm then snaked around her body, a soft hand wrapping around her neck from behind, "Oh no, because when you talk like that all it makes me think about is edging you for days.," her breath hitched and you could feel the way the muscles in her throat constricted under your hand when she so obviously gulped.

Everything about the moment had you feeling empowered, because here you stood, the chubby little ex spy with an affinity for hacking with your hand firmly wrapped around the most powerful witch in the world's neck. Having her vanity placed directly across from your standing forms was a bit too dangerous. There was this look in her glazed over eyes telling you she's completely at your mercy, and your heart was beating wildly out of your chest along with the mind coursing with sinful ideas.

Wanda’s eyebrows furrowed when you winked at her through the mirror, followed only by a gasp when you’d applied the perfect pressure to the sides of her neck, using your secure hold to spin her around, her knees nearly buckle at the dizzying move, and her strangled moans were subsequently swallowed by your pillow soft lips. The moment was exhilarating for the young witch, to hand over such control to you, it had the knot in her stomach tightening. Feeling as her life literally resided in your hands, her body slowly succumbing to the effects of your deprivations; her once strong pulse, the one that had been racing beneath your fingertips only a minute ago was now but a faint thump for you to vaguely feel.

The tears that had been pooling in the corner of her eyes were now steadily rolling down her cheeks as you continued to deliciously deprive her of oxygen, your lips still passionately moved against hers even when she couldn't keep up, and when you were sure she couldn't handle anymore you finally let up on your grip. Wanda then stole the air from your lungs, literally as she gasped against your parted lips, and then again once you saw the fruits of your labor; black mascara streaked over her deeply reddened cheeks, angry red lines covered the entirety of her neck, and her lips were nearly doubled in size.

She was a vision; a true fucking masterpiece.

To see her so physically wrecked after barely touching her had you desperate for more, so you slammed your lips to hers once more, hands gripping her by the hips and with brute force you were tossing her back onto the bed. She had landed perfectly in the center of the mattress, the force of your throw causing her to bounce, and the impact further knocked the wind from her aching lungs.

While she lied there, exposed chest heaving uncontrollably as she fought to breathe you took a moment to just admire the beauty who was officially yours now, the marks proving it, and your eyes unashamedly trailed freely over her every single curve until finally landing on her slick covered thighs, and ruined panties.

"Fuck honey, you weren't lying...," your hands slowly slid up her thighs, when her dazed eyes had finally locked on yours you winked at her, with a continued bout of eye contact, and a firm grip you ripped her lace panties to shreds. Wanda's eyes widened when she saw you toss the pieces of her favorite pair of underwear to the side, but the brute strength you displayed had her dripping onto the sheets., "Shit!"

Teasingly you took a finger and ran it through her folds, collecting her arousal, and ignoring her whines for more as you instead brought it up to your lips so you could finally get a taste., "Oh, you just gave a whole new meaning to being my sweet girl...," you groaned out as her taste coated your tongue, your need to tease having very well faded now as you looked into Wanda’s pleading eyes, and so you pulled her down the bed by her calves until they were dangling off the bed, dropping to your knees, and after a deep breath you dove right in.

Wanda was beyond relieved when your mouth had finally landed on her lower lips, her hips began to move in sync with you, your tongue now working wonders on her sensitive cunt. She whined however when you held her down by wrapping your arms around her soft thighs, but then she was screaming in pleasure when a finger was circling her entrance then before she could plead for more you plunged into her. Wanda’s mouth fell open at the odd stretch, and it dawned on her that your gold rings were still on, and the feel of the cold metal rubbing against her walls was fucking thrilling.

Her orgasm being near wasn’t hard to detect, the violently thrashing against your hold was the clearest sign, her babbling the next, and so you sucked her throbbing clit in between your lips, feeling how it pulsed erratically beneath the tip of your tongue as you swirled around it, that additional pressure mixed in with the curling of your fingers with every single thrust had her thrown over the edge of bliss, the pit in her abdomen having unraveled, your palm and fingers were absolutely drenched.

Once her cunt had released its iron grip on your fingers you eased yourself out of her, eyes zeroing in on the way she continued to clench around nothing, and you were in absolute awe. You stood up, looking down on the woman as you sucked your slick covered fingers into your mouth, Wanda’s legs rubbed together in need as you moaned around your fingers, her eyes consumed by lust fell to the bulge in your pants, but you were now focused elsewhere so she fell back against the mattress in a huff.

"Looks like the chocolate is done honey...," Wanda lifts her head up from to see you stood their topless, and the words you had said no longer even registered in her mind, the only thing she could even think of was having your strap buried deep inside of her while she played with your marvelous tits. Next thing she knew your pants were off, the sizable strap springing to life, and the witch was squirming around in obvious need, meanwhile you were dipping a finger into the melted chocolate.

"Mm," you moaned, then dipped a strawberry into the bowl, collecting a heaping dollop of chocolate, and Wanda was absolutely shocked, whimpering even as you had trailed the excess chocolate over her nipples, then her mouth opened when you laid the strawberry to her lip, moaning as the tart, and sweet refreshing treat lubricated her dry throat, then again as your mouth attached to hers for a brief taste of the fruit, she tried to chase your lips as you pulled away but you moved down. She watched on through hooded eyes as you sucked the skin of her breasts into your mouth, leaving love bites all over the unmarred skin before giving her exactly what she needs by taking her nipple into your mouth, swirling your tongue around to collect the chocolate before sucking harshly on the sensitive nub, and getting a bit more than you'd bargained for as her back arches off of the bed and more of her breast is pushed up and into your mouth. While showing her other nipple the same kind of attention you had began to line your strap up with her entrance, and just as you bit down on her nipple, pulling a dazed moan from her, you fully thrusted the strap into her.

Abused walls cling to the thick strap that’s stretching her out beyond anything she’d ever experienced before, her hands were holding onto your arms for what seemed to be dear life as you hovered over her, giving her all the necessary time needed to adjust to the sheer size, and placing an abundance of soft kisses to her face for comfort., “I’m ready detka…,” You lovingly smiled down at her, lips softly meeting hers as your hips began to pull out of her to then slam right back in, catching the pained groans until they’d faded into breathy moans, with a few new marks made to her skin, and a perfectly applied pressure to her clit she was already drenching your cock. You fucked her right through the pleasure, with one arm you scooped her up, lifting her entire body off the bed, and into a bruising kiss as you shifted to where you were lying flat on your back instead.

Wanda groaned as you had plopped down, causing the strap to hit her at a completely different angle, you chuckled as she fell into you., “No no dorogoy, you’re going to ride daddy’s cock now.,” Wanda’s eyes widened, then they darkened as your self proclaimed title resonated somewhere deep in her soul. With your help she was back upright, her hands happily took their place on your breasts, and she was bouncing atop of you with vigor.

As much as she wanted to fall apart again she was more interested in seeing you falling with her, so while bouncing without reprieve she closed her eyes, swirls of red flooded your vision, and within a seconds time you were a moaning mess beneath her. Everything she felt you did too, the massive stretch of her walls was mirrored in your own pussy, whenever the tip stroked over that special spot inside her you were also seeing stars, the both of you moaned in tandem as your orgasms built up., “Fuck, you look so fucking hot riding my cock detka.”You manage to pant, you thrusted up in time to meet her sloppy hips., “ ‘m close daddy…,” you hum., “Mm.. Me too baby… Cum with daddy.,” Wanda’s body shook wildly as her high coursed throughout her body, it was the hottest thing you’d ever fucking seen, her hands squeezed your breasts tightly as she continued to bounce and suddenly you were gasping for air, the pressure that had been steadily building up inside you finally snapped, your arousal now dripping down your backside and onto the bed sheets. Wanda then fell forward, lips moving against yours lazily, low moans were being transferred as you both worked to calm down, your hips continued to move involuntarily, and in one swift move you were going at it again.

Wanda had become your rag doll, any position you could roll her into she’d happily comply, your belly was currently flush against her ass, your strap buried deep inside her from behind, and the room reeked of sex as you worked the Sokovian into what would be her sixth orgasm. Wanda was absolutely spent, but her desire to be handled by you was outweighing her need to stop, as you brutally rutted into her you felt the hilt rubbing against your clit, your nipples brushing against her back with every thrust, and you were panting wildly against her as you were nearing a breaking point. Your hand found purchase on your lovers overworked bundle of nerves, “Come with daddy angel…,” both of you fell into your bliss at the same time, but for her it was edging more on the painful side of the pleasure.

Her body shook uncontrollably on the bed, and her short, pained gasps for air had you worried. Hyperventilating, that's what she was doing, so you immediately pulled out of her, ignoring the way she seemed displeased with your choices, and you lifted her from the bed, and cradled her close., "Dorogoy, shhh you're okay," you coo'd while her free flowing tears rolled down your skin, but your heart settled lightly when she pushed for you to lay down, and nuzzled her face into your breasts. You continued to soothe her, a soft hand scratching at her back., 'M okay...," she mumbled against your chest., you placed a few thankful kisses to her temple., "Did so good detka...," she quietly added as her breaths had slowly returned to a softer pattern, and all the festering guilt had faded when she placed a couple of soft kisses to your shoulder.

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Wanda's fingers that were mindlessly swirling over the skin of your shoulder comes to a stop, a long, drawn out sigh leaves the woman and then in the blink of an eye she's hovering above you., "I was thinking, and since you got to have your fun I think it's only fair I get my own chance.." You snort., "Oh, was that not fun for you?," Wanda blushes, looking away from you and that smug, ridiculously attractive smirk., "Stooop...," her whines only makes you laugh., "I'm serious Y/N/N, let me have my way with you.," just as she finally has your attention a loud set of unrelenting knocks on her bedroom door has both of you beyond perplexed.

"WANDA MAXIMOFF! Unhand moya sestra at once!!! There's a list of available days for her cuddling, and today was my day!" Wanda falls against you in a fit of embarrassed giggles, and you stifle your laughter into her bare shoulder., "I can hear the giggling! This isn't funny! Give her up or so help me God I will—."

Both of your curious gazes fall onto the door at the sudden silence., "Natasha! Put me down!," Natasha grunts, you can hear the clear struggle before she's shouting through the shut door., "Sorry, I don't know who exactly let her out of the medbay, but I will fill in for Y/N tonight.," Yelena groans, "No, you have absolutely no snuggle potential! Y/N, please, save me!!!" Yelena's dramatic cries for help fall upon your unreceptive ears; Wanda's loud, unrestrained laughter ends up being all you hear, and you can't fight the need to laugh along with her.

"What is this calendar, hm?," The underlying question isn't lost on you., "Just an organized system for my very popular cuddling services.," you offer up a vague answer, and she huffs., "Yeah? Whom exactly has booked a session?," In the most painfully slow way you fill her in., "Natasha..., Yelena... Tony...," you smirk., "Bucky's tried to book, but I always have a mission...," she rolls her eyes when you wink, and then you pause, enjoying the sight of her impatient glare, but also preparing yourself for her incoming reaction., "...Danvers has a booking for the end of the month..."

Wanda blinks a few times before chuckling., "Oh detka, that just won't do...," being smart you remain silent, staring up at her as she slowly lowers her body atop of yours, soft lips grazing over your cheek on their way to your ear., "I see the way Danvers looks at you Y/N, and there's no way in hell she or Barnes will ever have the luxury of cuddling up to you. Do I make myself clear?," your shaky breath and vigorous nod leaves her satisfied, "Good girl.," she faintly chuckles, her lips then briefly touch upon yours before moving on to explore.

Her lips were slow as they traveled down your body, her tongue graciously poking out to drag across the salty skin and enjoying how such simple touches could already have you so vocal. Hands gripped you tightly, your skin filling the gaps between her fingertips while she continued working you up until you were a squirming, panting mess, the same way she'd envisioned you to be in her mind countless times before. Painfully slow was the pace she settled on, her goal to cherish every last inch of you before giving in to the temptation to have you becoming a fucked out mess beneath her.

She smiled wildly when she settled between your legs, her cheek resting against your thigh, green eyes transfixed on the other while her finger mindlessly ran over the vast area of skin; a mind running wild with thoughts of how she'll have to dig her nails into your luscious thighs, forced into leaving behind deep crescent marks in an attempt to keep them spread open for her while she devours you because the pleasure will just be too much for you to bare, and in the end she imagines she will have to use her powers to hold you down.

She truly doesn't understand where her own patience is coming from, because once her eyes take in your slick covered core she has the urge to start now, to just forgo her other course of action, but she remains strong; leaning in she breathes your unique scent in, then she slips her tongue out, applying the slightest bit of pressure to your mound as her lips graze over, and a layer of your essence paints her lips., "Fucking hell detka, I can't believe you've left me deprived of such a sweet taste for so long..."

The pitiful whines leaving your lips as Wanda vacates the bed has her staring at you amused, with a awfully devious smirk to accompany. Your curious eyes follow her as she settles before her bedside drawers, hands discreetly sorting through the mystery contents for a bit. Wanda cheers when she finally finds what she's looking for, smirking over at you, your eyes fall to the red silk tie in her hands and then she's stalking back towards the bed with dark eyes., "Hands up moya lyubov', this is going to be a long night, the sun won't be up for hours...

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