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captains-simp · 2 years

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Kate Bishop ~ A Little Push In The Right Direction

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dark!Kate X fem!Reader

Summary: after rejecting Kate time and time again, she's done being patient with you and decides to set you on a path that will lead you straight to her, even if you get a little hurt on the way

Warnings: drugging, memory loss, manipulation, gaslighting, isolation, hints of an innocence kink, strap on sex (r receiving), using a mirror for unholy things, praise, edging, degrading

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“If you wanted to show off to me Bishop you didn't have to ask me out to do it.” You quipped as the archer shot down the last target with a smug grin and placed the gun back down on the counter as the stand operator begrudgingly handed her the largest stuffed animal - a blue bear. She immediately turned to you and passed the obnoxious toy your way for you to take without any hesitation, unable to hide your glee at the present.

“I just wanted to make the most of this carnival before it packs up and leaves town.” She shrugged simply. “And I assumed winning you that would give me a good shot at a second date.” She stated less subtly, shooting you a small smirk as you made your way to the slushy stand to get your last fix of sugar for the night.

You hummed, eyes fixed in front of you to avoid her expecting ones. You had made it clear to Kate on numerous occasions that you didn’t want anything more than friendship with her. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Kate, you did. Quite a lot. But there had always been something about her that didn’t sit right with you. It was puzzling to you how she always got everything she wanted and you had an idea it had something to do with her entitled upbringing that you couldn’t help but envy. You were from two very different worlds and that intimidated you greatly. Not to mention her reputation as a player didn’t exactly assure you that she was girlfriend material. Kate was fun to be around and a good friend to have, but she wasn’t what you were looking for in a partner.

Kate herself had wondered if that was the reason she was bordering on infatuation with you. She got everything she wanted. Her money could buy her any materialistic thing she desired, no matter the legal limitations, her connections got her access to the majority of the things that money couldn’t and she had always been able to smooth-talk her way into any girl's pants. And there was you, rejecting her time and time again no matter how much easier she could make your life if you devoted it to her. She had tried to understand you and get to you from every angle, failing every time, so she was done doing things the traditional way.

Kate, of course, paid for the drinks despite your protests (one red and one blue) though just as she was filling up the last of your cup you heard an ear piercing shriek behind you and whipped around in a panic only to see a teenager running from her friend with a Michael Myers mask chasing her past the ghost train ride. You smiled at the site and turned back to Kate just in time for her to slip an unmarked empty packet back into her pocket and pass your drink to you with an innocent smile you soaked up.

You thanked her and the two of you began strolling through the large field, taking in your manic surroundings of the lively avent as you fell into easy conversation about Kate’s latest work as an Avenger, eventually letting details slip that you were pretty sure were confidential. It was entertaining to listen to the stories Kate told and you always looked forward to hearing the next but that night you found yourself suddenly drained of your energy and decided it was time to bring the date to its natural end having been out for a couple hours.

“Do you wanna come back to mine?” Kate asked as you arrived back at her car. “I could put on one of those cheesy rom-coms you love so much.” She suggested, though the easy smirk on her lips told you that movies weren’t the only thing on her mind. She took a bold step towards you and you backed yourself up against the car, letting her put a hand on the vehicle for support as she leant closer. You could smell the artificial blueberry drink on her breath from the proximity and it was undeniably tempting to see if she tasted just as strongly.

“I think I should go home.” You said with a teasing smile and placed a hand on the archer’s chest to push her away. She let you but the displeasure that flashed across her features unnerved you slightly.

“At least let me drive you.” Kate insisted, bringing back that dangerously easy smile that always kept you intrigued by the archer enough to entertain the idea of going on a date with her in the first place.

“It’s a ten minute walk.” You pointed out despite your growing weariness.

“It’s dark out, though. You never know what creeps could be lurking around.” She said as she opened the passenger door for you and stood behind it with an inviting grin.

“Right, whatever you say Bishop.” You chuckled dismissively but got into the open car anyway and was immediately engulfed by the warmth of the pre-set heated seat. You were glad the drive wouldn’t take long because you were in serious danger of falling asleep under such conditions. The drowsiness was quick to increase with the addition of a strange fuzziness clouding your mind and plummeting it into a haze. Kate was talking but she sounded so far away and muffled and you didn’t recognise your surroundings and everything was so dark but comfortable and sleep was so inviting and…

“Just go to sleep, baby.” Kate whispered. You never got the chance to hear her instruction or feel the hand gripping your thigh.

“You look so tempting when you’re asleep.” Kate thought aloud as she traced a path along your collarbone with her index finger, wishing more than anything that she could litter it with marks for you to wake up to. She reminded herself to refrain from it, to hold back for the time being. You would already be alarmed when you awoke, scared even, so she couldn’t overload you with too much information all at once. She had to be respectful of you and take it slow.

In contrast to you, Kate had barely slept that night, too excited at the fact that you were finally sleeping in her bed in one of her own oversized shirts. You looked so peaceful and content, as you should. You were where you were meant to be with the person you were meant to be with. Kate couldn’t stop imagining you waking to the realisation of how comfortable you were with the archer and finally let her win you over. She also couldn’t help but admire the new patches of skin she had yet been able to explore, taking her time in tracing the softness of your thighs and lower abdomen but holding off anywhere too intimate, she wanted to share that moment with you when the time came.

When you eventually started to come around, Kate watched on as you hummed in content at the warmth that surrounded you and the presence of someone next to you. It was only once the archer muttered a soft "Good morning" that you furrowed your brows and opened your eyes to meet her dull grey ones.

"I would ask if you slept okay but you were out cold all night." She chuckled as though she was sharing a joke with herself. You gave a weak smile in response but felt unnerved as you raked your brain for the most recent memory you could. You remembered getting to the carnival, going on a few rides, Kate winning you prizes and getting slushies but past that was blank. All you knew was that you were in Kate's bed wearing her shirt even though you were sure you would never end up there. What had happened after getting slushies that had apparently shifted your whole opinion of Kate?

"Are you okay?" She asked with more curiosity than concern.

"Yeah! Yeah…" You were quick to say. You weren't sure you wanted to admit that you didn't remember a significant chunk of the night before. Would she be upset?

"I really enjoyed last night." The raven haired woman admitted as she relaxed next to you and hugged the pillow close to her, looking at you like a love struck teenager. It made your own heart swell slightly.

"I enjoyed it too." You said honestly because what you could remember of the date you recalled fondly.

"We should do it again sometime." She offered hopefully. You bit your lip, unsure of how to respond. You didn’t know what had occurred that led you to be in Kate's bed or even what had happened in it but you did know that in that moment, your feelings towards Kate remained the same.

"We'll see." You chuckled awkwardly before sitting up to avoid the older woman's expecting gaze and searched the room for your clothes that you found to be neatly folded on a chair in the corner. You took that as a sign that you had done no more than sleep in Kate’s bed and headed into her bathroom to change, trying to ignore the heavy gaze on you as you did.

When you ventured from the bathroom you were met with an empty room and the enticing smell of pancakes coming from the kitchen. Your stomach groaned in recognition of the sweet food and you wandered towards the other end of the apartment to find Kate humming as she stood over the hob with the radio reporting the latest stories taking place in the city. Two plates had already been laid out on the desktop though Kate was only just starting on the first few pancakes when she turned around to the sound of your cautious footsteps.

“I made breakfast.” She pointed out with a grin. You wondered if she was this sweet to all of the women she chased only to leave them in the dirt a couple weeks later. That question alone was what kept you on the defensive (though the heavenly food was tempting).

“I’m not feeling too good and I have work in a couple hours so I should probably just…” You pointed towards the door with a rush of guilt once you saw Kate’s expression fall until the brief memory of her irritated features at your rejection the previous night flashed through your mind. It truly was a whiplash of emotions Kate brought up in you. One moment she was the sweetest most genuine soul you knew and the next she made you feel as though you needed to keep your guard up around her, never giving you a moment to fully chase after either instinct she ignited.

“Let me drive you!” Kate was quick to offer when you started towards the door with her hot on your heels, her eagerness only pushing you more towards it.

“I need the walk.” You were quick to say. Too quick. Kate narrowed her eyes at you for a second, trying to see how best to navigate the course that she had put you on. “I’ll call you.” Her face brightened at that and she nodded swiftly, stepping towards you again but you didn’t give her the chance to get much closer because you were slipping through the gap in the doorway.

Over the next few weeks the weird headspace that you had awoken to in Kate’s bed only got worse. You felt as though you were in a constant haze and that getting through each day was an impossible feat when you couldn’t find it in you to function like you usually could. Your routine felt foreign and uncomfortable, as though there were significant pieces of information that were always missing and depriving your days of any normality. You were forgetting things a lot too. Important things and whole chunks of your days. Some mornings you would wake up to messages from your concerned friends asking why you hadn’t shown up to an apparently long awaited night outs while other times they talked animatedly to you about events you just couldn’t remember happening. Your life had suddenly plummeted into a turmoil of moments you couldn’t connect and a constant anxiety regarding the sanity of your own mind that only seemed to only ease up around Kate Bishop.

Though you had asked for a raincheck on your next date, you had found yourself calling her late most nights of the week. You weren’t sure if it was the distraction of hearing all of her soon-to-be legendary stories and the excitable way that she recalled them or the way she seemed to just know if you’d had a particularly hard day, but Kate had become a significant part of getting you through the testing time. You almost wanted to open up to her about it. You just didn’t want to scare off the one person who provided you respite from your own mind.

It also surprised you how patient Kate was. The woman who had asked you out a handful of times before you had agreed and shamelessly flirted with you any chance she got had backed off to a respectful distance and as far as you could tell she hadn’t turned her attention elsewhere. You experienced a pang of guilt every time you innocently assumed you had greatly misjudged her character and that she was in fact pretty much perfect. The way you let your guard down with her and remained concerned for your mind made it so much easier for Kate to slip into your apartment at night to carry out the necessary tasks.

“Do you ever wonder if you’re going crazy?” You asked blatantly as your eyes stayed fixed on the TV a few metres away. It was the only source of light in the dim apartment and it was just enough to illuminate the distant look in your eye that Kate immediately connected to the empty beer bottle in your hand. She looked down at her own and took a swig in an effort to hide the knowing smile that threatened to slip before she answered you. You were breaking in just the way she expected you to.

“I think seeing what crazy really looks like every day keeps me pretty grounded.” The archer answered in what she believed was the truth. “Why?” She continued, trying to play off her excitement and pretend to be interested in the film that had auto-played though she wasn’t sure you were following along with the story either.

“Just wondered.” You were only a little tipsy but it was all it took to take away your ability to lie smoothly. Kate hummed and the two of you let the tv fill the space once more. “You’ve really never questioned your mind?” You asked suddenly, making Kate chuckle openly as she turned herself fully towards you.

“What’s going on with you?” She pushed, gentle and patient as ever.

“I think the stress of work’s just catching up to me.” You shrugged as you felt the familiar swarm of anxious thoughts arise. You were starting to miss deadlines and no matter how many notes you left around your apartment and office it didn’t seem to be enough.

“Then quit.” Your friend said plainly.

“I can’t just quit my job, Kate.” You huffed and rolled your eyes at the rich kid antics that seemingly never went away.

“Sure you can. You can come work for me.” She said so nonchalantly you were sure she was pulling your leg. The CEO started peeling the label on the bottle as though she handed out such exclusive job offers so often that it bored her.

“What?” You blinked.

“I’m serious, you could start Monday.” She continued like it was no big deal. You guessed in her world it really wasn’t. Kate stopped fiddling with the bottle and looked at you with soft eyes. “I’ll take care of you.” There was a strong underlying sincerity to her words as she placed her hand atop of yours and gave it a reassuring squeeze, as though she knew that was exactly what you needed. “I promise.” You exhaled heavily and turned your hand over so that your fingertips could lightly trace hers before slipping between them.

A small tug of your hand was all the encouragement you needed to not only close the small distance between you and Kate but to straddle her lap and bring both hands up to her neck. The archer barely had a chance to hold your waist before you were kissing her with almost bruising force that she matched in an instant and took control of easily. Her left hand swiftly snaked down to your ass that she squeezed without restraint, earning a small gasp from you. She slipped her tongue past your parted lips and hummed at the taste of you before you pulled away with a content smile.

“So you’ll work for me?” Kate asked as she rested her forehead against yours and cherished the feeling of your soft breath against her.

“No.” You chuckled. The raven haired woman paused, ready to object until you stopped her. “But I’ll go on that second date.” Kate smirked and gripped your ass harder to pull you as close to her as she could and pressed her lips firmly against yours again.

You were glad you had that jovial moment with Kate to cling onto, because from then on, it was one stroke of bad luck after another, if you could even call it luck. First it was your car refusing to start one Wednesday morning when you were trying to go to work but instead had to stay with your crappy vehicle until someone came to tow it to a garage only to tell you they had no idea what was wrong with it and that they would have to keep it for a while. It wasn’t an entirely cheap or old car so the issue wasn’t one you were prepared to face to any degree, especially not financially.

“I want to.” She replied immediately. So much. “It would make me happy to have you here and-” Kate bit her tongue to stop herself getting too carried away in telling you how she wanted you by her side as much as possible. There would be time for that. “Just stay.”

“I can’t.” You sighed heavily, feeling defeated and far too tired.

“Why not?” Kate pushed as she leant back and cupped your face gently to have your blurry eyes meet her.

“I think I’m going crazy, Katie.” You admitted as your voice broke. Everything’s just such a blur and it’s all too complicated and I…” You tried to steady yourself to remain as coherent as you could while Kate listened on patiently. “I can’t remember anything and it’s making things really fucking hard. The only moments that are clear are when I’m with you but I don’t know why and I know that sounds stupid but-” You rambled and panicked more when you realised how insane you sounded.

“That’s okay.” Kate said simply with a smile that was much too relaxed for the conversation.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“And we’ll fix this.” You stared at Kate, not understanding how she wasn’t at all phased by what you were saying. If you weren’t relying so heavily on her, you might have heard the alarm bells in the back of your mind. “Just stay here with me. We’ll get you new clothes and anything you need and you’ll come to work with me.” Kate explained as she wiped away the tears on your cheeks, staring down at you with such adoration that you easily followed everything she said. “Everything will be fine.” Kate said with such a sense of finality you could only nod in response.

“What about seeing a doctor?” You asked.

“Let's just wait and see.” You nodded again without argument and settled back into Kate’s arms when she kissed you softly and hummed a tune you didn’t recognise. The two of you were already in bed so she had no issue with letting the exhaustion of the day catch up to you until you were fast asleep in her arms and felt a jolt of excitement at the thought that the scene would soon be a familiar one.

Very soon, things started to improve. Kate never stopped drugging you like she had intended to. She had planned to slowly reduce the amounts she gave you over time but a week into having you so invested in her life she discovered that there was something about how pliable and desperate for Kate’s presence they made you. You grew scared in those vulnerable moments and you knew the archer was the only one who could help ease those worries so you seeked her out more. And Kate loved it. She thrived off it. She used it.

There were less blanks in your memory, only occurring a few times a week, though the haze over your mind came and went throughout each day and left you disorientated. Kate was understanding of that and let you take naps in her office on the sofa that was comfier than the one you had in your old apartment and more peaceful too although that may have just been down to being in Kate’s presence while you rested.

You were content with Kate, more content than you ever had been and you didn’t want that to ever change. Sure, she was quick to place a possessive hand on your waist anywhere you went and sometimes you wondered if she was a little patronising when restricting you from carrying out tasks that would take you too far away from her office. But she looked after you. She loved you. She showed it in the way she always wanted you close. She showed it in her insistence to ensure you never had to do anything for yourself. She showed it when she told you she was never letting you go. She showed it in the way she touched you every night.

“Such a fragile little thing.” Kate mused as she watched her strap disappear into your soaked cunt. She took her painstakingly slow time in admiring the way your muscles reacted to the toy and listening to the needy mewls it brought out from you. She grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head up to force you to look at yourself in the mirror on the wall in front of you. You moaned as you watched Kate, situated comfortably behind you, grip onto your waist with her other hand to keep you in place as she eased the toy out. “You see what I do to you?” She smirked as you registered your tear stained cheeks and utterly desperate look as evident from the hours prior she had spent playing with your body.

“Fuck.” Was all you managed as a response as you focused your energy on trying to keep yourself up on your forearms. You were getting so close again but Kate had already edged you countless times that night that you weren’t sure she was going to give you what you wanted just yet.

“I can tell you’re getting so close again.” She noted as she thrusts her hips wildly against your own to give you her full length each time. “Do you wanna cum, pretty baby?”

“Please!” You managed to beg with a cry as you attempted to grind back against her to reach your orgasm before she had the chance to deny you of it. But Kate knew your body and mind too well and slipped out of you with a mocking chuckle when you gave a cry of protest. She patted your tailbone as tears of frustration welled up in your eyes.

“Too bad I’m not ready to let you.” She chuckled and delivered a harsh smack to your ass. You lurched forward and your arms gave out under you in an instant. “Oh baby, you look so fucking pathetic like that.” Kate pouted in a bitterly condescending tone that raked your body with shivers.

She took that as her cue to flip your limp body onto your back before slipping her strap back between your legs with no resistance. You squirmed with how sensitive you already were but a firm hand on your torso kept you firmly planted against the mattress as Kate thrust into you without mercy, admiring how fucked out you became from her actions.

“Fuck, you love it when I fuck you with my cock, don’t you pretty baby?” You were unable to give a verbal response and thankfully Kate wasn’t expecting one, content to continue using your pussy how she pleased to gain the needy reactions she wanted. She always loved pushing you to the brink of your desperation, seeing your mind being filled with thoughts and need for her and her alone. You belonged to her, and in those moments you best understood that.

“Cum for me, princess. Let me see how good I make you feel.” She ordered as she thumbed at your throbbing clit. You bucked your hips up into her hand as incoherent pleas tumbled from your lips and you went crashing over the edge. Kate let you pull her close as you came and used her to anchor yourself onto the only thing you needed. “That’s my good girl. There you go, such a sweet baby for me.” She muttered words of praise and assurance for several minutes as you came down, your hold on her never loosening.

“Thank you.” You muttered weakly, always wanting to express your gratitude any moment you could. Kate’s lips turned up into a smile as she pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Of course. You know I’ll always take care of you.”

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caroldantops · 2 years

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such a fool to say no (part ii)

ship: dark!wanda maximoff x fem little!reader; dark!kate bishop x fem little!reader. dark!kate x dark!wanda x little!reader

summary/request: wanda returns from her mission, and it’s time to pay the babysitter. conclusion to such a fool to say no.

word count: 4.9k

warnings: dark smut (18+ ONLY), non/con and dub/con, heavy (implied to be forced) MD/LG age/play (mommy wanda/little reader), dark kate and wanda, manipulation, manhandling, slight impact play, threats of violence, degradation, dumbification, anal play, strap ons, cockwarming, blowjobs, nipple clamps, magic bondage, extreme edging/denial. wanda is mean and kate has mommy issues.

(read part i)

Exhausted from three days of patrolling and knocking around some pathetic crime ring, Wanda is happy to finally flop down onto her bed as the Quinjet prepares to take off. She takes her phone off of the wireless charging station, smiling to herself when she sees her lockscreen: a photo of you and her at the beach, your face slightly sunburnt because you refused to let her properly coat you in lotion. That was the first real outing she took you on after isolating you for so long, and you were so compliant, letting Wanda pick out a swimsuit for you, happily eating the fruit she sliced into tiny bites for you, and eventually falling asleep on her as she watched the waves crash against the shore.

The notifications on her phone are scarce, considering most of the people she talks to are currently on the jet with her. There are a few texts from Kate that catch Wanda's eye. A couple of updates on how you were doing well, but missing Wanda, and a few photos of the two of you on the couch watching movies or playing games. Wanda sends hearts as a response to the photos and a quick text as well.

hey! just finished, we're heading home now :) hope u two are behaving.

Kate replies back within a few seconds, her typing bubble popping up and going away at a rapid pace.

of course we are!!!

perfectly behaved, no need to worry.

everything under control.

Something about that was much less reassuring to Wanda's anxious brain. Of course, the worst trouble they could've gotten into would probably be breaking something, seeing as Kate would've immediately told Wanda if there was an emergency of some sort. But the thought of you even getting mildly hurt by a broken plate or spilling some of Kate's coffee and burning yourself makes Wanda's stomach churn.

Wanda opens the security app on her phone, angling her head up to unlock the facial recognition. It wasn’t often that she needed to use the monitors that Bruce helped her set up, considering you were almost always by her side. The only time that she really needs them is instances like this, when she’s missing you while on a mission.

Or, when she gets that feeling that something's not right.

Usually, that feeling that makes Wanda’s skin itch with anxiety is nothing more than her overthinking, obsessive nature. Whenever she’s suddenly felt the urgent need to check how you are on the cameras before, she usually just finds you watching cartoons or coloring, so she almost expects to find more of the same, but with this addition of Kate.

When she starts scrolling back through the recorded clips, that's about all she sees for the most part. Wanda almost lets out a sigh of relief and closes the app - until she sees a clip from last night that makes her body tense up. She holds her breath as she hits play, hoping that she's just misreading what she saw in the preview of the recording.

It wasn't unusual for you to drape yourself over Kate's lap. Both of you were very cuddly, and Wanda never had a reason to see a problem with it, considering it had been hammered into you over and over and over again that you belong to her and only her. Often, you would still even look to Wanda for her approval before you sat yourself in one of her teammate's laps, slight anxiety blooming in your eyes over what could happen if Wanda decided that the contact was too much. She usually appreciated Kate's presence when she was too caught up in training or meetings to give you proper attention.

However, what was unusual was catching Kate's hands trailing under your shorts. Wanda's thankful her powerset doesn't include enhanced strength, because the way her grip tightens on her phone would've surely snapped the device in half had she been Steve Rogers.

Her chest tightens as she watches Kate manhandle her precious, fragile angel. Wanda never treats you rough physically, so it's clear that you're caught completely off guard with the way you try to squirm away to no avail, unable to resist Kate shoving her fingers down your throat and flipping you over onto your stomach. Even through the slight grain of the camera, Wanda can see the muscles in Kate's arms flex as she pins your arms down behind your back.

To Wanda's surprise and disgust, she finds herself throbbing at the sight.

Even though Wanda's done everything in her power to keep you from ever being tainted by anybody else's touch, threatening (and perhaps occasionally causing) bodily harm to anyone who dared look at you with any semblance of desire, she couldn't even think about tearing her eyes away from the screen.

There's no sound in the video, but Wanda can see from the tears on your face and your legs kicking uselessly under the stronger woman that you're whining at Kate to stop. Kate is anything but gentle with you, poking and groping and fucking you with a dark desperation in her eyes.

Ironically, it was Kate's roughness that has Wanda watching the entire clip of Kate edging you. Wanda can tell your body has more than betrayed you based on the way you’re not so subtly bucking your hips against Kate's fingers.

It should infuriate Wanda, seeing you give yourself up to Kate like this. And to a degree, it does. But the heat erupting through her body cannot purely be written off as rage. It's almost...satisfying how easily you were overpowered by Kate. Sure, Kate is an active Avenger, and even before being subjected to world-saving level training sessions, she was very athletic.

But it's not just the way you physically are no match for Kate. Wanda can see the way your eyes just give up.

It feels like so long since she first got to see her your mind break as you realized that it was useless resisting Wanda's perfectly crafted plans for you. That fluttering of your eyes closing, the deep breath you take as your body prepares itself for what's to come, your reservations leaving with an exhale, leaving you as pliable as wet clay for Wanda to mold into her precious baby.

Watching Kate manipulate you leaves Wanda with that same satisfaction, knowing that you're just so dumb and weak and helpless. A new feeling tugs at Wanda's rolling emotions too. It's clear from how easily Kate's fingers fuck into your cunt that you're soaked from her uncaring roughness, a realization that makes Wanda's body twitch with desire. She's never, ever handled you aggressively like that. Soft touches and harsh words were her personal favorites, so she never would have guessed that it would turn you on so much to be thrown around like a pathetic ragdoll. This discovery has Wanda's mind running a mile a minute with possibilities.

As Kate denies your orgasm with a sharp slap to your cunt, Wanda snaps back to reality. It’s hard to ignore the slick that’s grown in her underwear, but she refuses to stoop so low as to get off to Kate taking advantage of you. Guilt begins to seep through Wanda's skin as she quickly closes the app, not even realizing how hard she's breathing and the light sheen of sweat that dampens her skin until her focus is pulled away from the video.

What kind of mommy is she? Getting turned on from her teammate, her fellow Avenger, your best friend who you both trust pinning you down and using you like you were nothing more than a cute new toy to play with.

And who the fuck did Kate Bishop think she was? Did she think that Wanda wouldn't find out? Did she think Wanda couldn't peek into that thick skull of hers and see all those memories of how you felt around her fingers racing around?

Maybe that was Kate's plan all along. Wanda thought.

Wanda, phone still in a vice grip, gets up and steps out of her room for a second, calling up to where Sam and Natasha are chatting about something Bucky did earlier.

"How much longer until we're home?" Wanda asks with an eerie calmness.

"Only a couple more hours," Sam answers, not noticing the odd tone of Wanda's voice. Natasha, of course, picks up on it, looking over her shoulder and raising an eyebrow at her. Wanda doesn't acknowledge her.

"Perfect, thanks."

Mind games are always Wanda's favorite. Nothing in the world satisfied her more than to lure someone into a false sense of security, all honey-sweet words to draw her prey in, make them open and vulnerable, only for the realization to dawn on them that they had no choice in the matter. But it's too late for them now. Wanda always gets her way.

That's how she got you, anyway. You were already prime for the taking when Wanda met you. Soft. Submissive. Eager to please. Desperate for some direction in your life. Maybe that's what drew her to you in the first place. Maybe you're the reason that she is the way she is. How could she have helped it after she saw your sparkling eyes already looking at her like you'd dive headfirst into the Marana's Trench if she asked?

So, Wanda was more than happy to play the long game when she finally got home. As soon as she stepped in the door of her home, you bounded into her arms, clutching onto her as if she'd just returned from years at war. Wanda could immediately tell that something was off with you - understandably so, considering the way you were violated the night before. Normally, after spending time away from Wanda, you'd immediately start babbling away about all the things you did. But you simply clung tight to her, hiding your face in her neck as she scoops you up into her arms.

"Hi, my sweet girl," Wanda coos, peppering your face with kisses.

"Hi, mommy. I missed you," you mutter into her cheek as you plant a wet kiss there.

"Hello, Kate," Wanda looks over to the young woman who was very clearly avoiding eye contact with her. All that cockiness that Wanda saw over the camera seemed to disappear now that Kate was faced with potential consequences. "Did you two behave while I was gone?"

The question makes you tense slightly in her arms, and Kate's eyes cut to you, so sure that she's been caught wet-handed. But Wanda doesn't give any indication that she knows, just tilts her head at Kate's non-response. "Is there something I should know about, Kate?"

"No!" Kate says far too quickly. "Well, we might have eaten an extra cookie or two."

"Ah, so that's why my little one is all shy, hm?" Wanda pokes your tummy, and you relax slightly against her.

"Well, I guess I should be heading out!" Kate moves to grab her bag from the living room. Wanda puts you down, and you watch as she grabs Kate gently by the shoulder.

"It's getting late though, and it's a bit of a ways back to your apartment, isn't it?" Wanda asks with faux concern. "You should stay another night. I wouldn't want you to be walking the streets in the dark."

"It's really fine, I don't wanna be a burden."

"Not a burden at all. I insist, Kate."

Kate chews on her lip, stomach twisting with anxiety, but she finally agrees to stay. You ignore the two chatting about their mission as you wander into the living room, plopping yourself down on the soft rug and going back to the coloring you were doing.

You're almost positive that Wanda knows what Kate did. But, you were expecting Wanda to blow up at Kate right away, and she seemed as calm as ever. Maybe Kate was allowed to play with you like mommy does. The shame in your chest eased off, and you poked your head over the couch to ask, "Mommy? Can we have pizza for dinner?"

By the time the three of you were stuffed full of pizza, Kate had relaxed as well, sprawling across the loveseat as you curled up in Wanda's lap on the couch. Kate wanted to watch a movie, so she was flipping through just about every streaming service Wanda had, occasionally pausing on something to read the description and then moving on to something else. Now that Kate was under the impression that she got away with it, Wanda was finally ready to have some fun of her own.

"Kate, honey," Wanda pulls her attention away from the list of movies. "Why don't I pick something, if you can't choose?"

"Okay," Kate shrugs, tossing the remote over to Wanda. It barely misses your head, and you flinch before you realize that Wanda's caught it with her magic. "Sorry."

Wanda's expression doesn't shift as she exits Hulu and opens an app that Kate doesn't recognize. You do, though. You open your mouth to protest, but Wanda shushes you with a firm grip on your thigh. Panicked, you look over at Kate, trying to get her attention and warn her, but Kate's eyes are glued to the screen, eyes widening as a list of monitor camera footage loads.

"Do you see something you'd like to watch?" Wanda can barely hide her satisfied smirk as Kate whips her head to meet her eyes, shimmering with red.

"Actually, I think I forgot I told Yelena I would help her with something." Kate tries to get up, but she's flung back into the chair by tendrils of red magic, looping over her arms and chest, even wrapping up around her throat. You whimper hopelessly, knowing that protesting will do nothing. Besides, you'd be lying if seeing Kate helpless against Wanda wasn't some delicious revenge.

"I'm sure Yelena will be fine without you. Now, I think I saw something that I wanted to watch earlier when I was flying back." Wanda selects the same video she watched earlier. You close your eyes, humiliated by the sight of Kate pulling you over her lap. Kate tries to look away as well, but Wanda doesn't allow that. You're dumped onto the couch as Wanda stands up to grip Kate by her jaw, roughly forcing her to look at the television. "Don't close those pretty eyes, Kate. After all, you worked so hard to make this video for me. That must've been what you wanted, hm? Or are you really such a stupid bitch that you thought you could get away with touching my property?"

"N-no, Wanda. I swear, I--I'm sorry I don't know what came over me," Kate cries, squirming against Wanda's grasp. You quietly watch from the couch, thoughts racing as Wanda's fingers twist ropes of scarlet across Kate's temple.

"Don't know what came over you, hm?" Wanda growls. She'd long since sworn off peeking into the minds of her teammates without permission or in emergency situations, but now she's regretting that kindness. Kate's mind was filled with fantasies of you. Which now wasn't shocking, but Wanda grins as she finds daydreams of her taking Kate as well. "Then why's your empty skull filled with so many dirty thoughts about my baby?"

Wanda releases the grip on Kate's thoughts, and she gasps as she's shoved to the floor. You try to move to see if she's okay, but Wanda shoots you a warning look. "Go get my favorite. And the special box."

"The one I'm not supposed to touch?"

"That's the one."

Kate watches as you just barely hesitate, but then rush off to the bedroom. Now that you're out of the room, Wanda leans down to wrap her hand around Kate's throat. A whimper gets caught there, and Wanda laughs at how pathetic Kate looks compared to how she acted with you.

"You're lucky that I like you, you know that? If it had been anyone else, I would've been hiding the body by now," Wanda hums, core throbbing at the way Kate's panicked breaths feel against her grip. "Don't get too comfortable though. That option is still on the table if you don't do as I say. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am," Kate sobs.

"Mommy?" Your voice is a relief for Kate as it causes Wanda to pull her hand away. You're holding a small, black mahogany box in one hand and a harness with a thick red dildo in the other. Kate gulps.

Too impatient to fumble around with clothes, Wanda strips you and Kate with a snap of her fingers. Kate silently wonders why you're completely nude while she was left in her panties, but is too terrified to question the witch. Wanda whispers instructions to you, telling you in a low voice to sit on the couch. You obey, watching as Wanda kneels next to Kate, opening the forbidden box. Wanda's always told you that those toys are for big girls who can "take a little pain." It never made sense to you why she had such things if she didn't intend to use them on you, but maybe she was secretly waiting for a moment like this.

Wanda's skilled hands glide up Kate's torso, squeezing her tits and tugging roughly on her nipples. Kate groans, leaning into Wanda's touch. Lost in the sensations of Wanda's hands against her, Kate doesn't notice the clamps until the cool metal pinches down on her nipples, yanking a screech from her throat.

"Be quiet," Wanda hisses, shoving Kate's head to the ground, positioning her ass upwards and tugging her panties to the side so that the cool lube she grabbed from the box can slide down Kate's holes. Kate tries to remain composed, but it's difficult as a thick toy is shoved unceremoniously into her (embarrassingly soaked) cunt. She moans into the plush rug as Wanda gives the toy a couple of pumps for good measure. Moans of pleasure turn into uncomfortable whining as Wanda stuffs her fingers into Kate's ass without any further prepping. The stretch hurts like hell, but Wanda's surprised at how Kate seems to be in less pain than expected. "Dirty slut, you probably play with this tight hole of yours all the time, huh? Is that why your little ass is just pulling my fingers in? Do you love having your filthy hole stretched?"

"Y-yes," Kate cries, tears now flowing freely down her face.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Yes, ma'am, what?" Wanda delivers a sharp slap on Kate's ass, grabbing the biggest metal plug in her collection.

"Yes, ma'am! I love having my filthy hole stretched!" Kate finally answers. Cool metal quickly replaces Wanda's fingers, and Kate is beginning to wonder if this is a punishment or reward because she's never felt more pleasure and pain at the same time as her ass is stretched open with the girth of the plug. Wanda holds the plug at the widest point for a moment, letting Kate feel the full effects of it. "Please."

"Aw, you do have some manners when it's your holes getting fucked, huh?" Wanda coos, releasing the plug and watching with deep satisfaction as it gets tugged the full way into Kate's ass. She glances over her shoulder to check on you, and is more than happy with how visibly aroused you are. She can see your hands quivering beside you because you're just itching to touch yourself so badly, slick coating the insides of your thighs as you watch your mommy ruin your best friend. "Are you enjoying yourself, baby?"

"Yes, mommy," you answer quietly, ashamed of how much you love watching the scene in front of you. Wanda slides Kate's underwear back into place, the fabric barely strong enough to keep the dildo snugly in Kate's cunt, but with some help from Wanda's magic, it's pushed back fully into her, causing her to jerk forward.

"Good, I bet you want me to take care of that wet little pussy, don't you?" Wanda asks, standing up to put the harness on. You nod dumbly, ready to crawl into Wanda’s lap as soon as she sits down. You’re stopped by a gentle hand pushing you to sit beside her, however, and you look at her in confusion. “Not yet. Katie here is going to put on a show for us first. Don’t you think that sounds fair?”

“Yes, mommy,” you practically moan. Wanda snaps her fingers to get Kate’s attention. Kate, who hasn’t moved a single inch from her position pressed into the ground, terrified of moving without Wanda’s permission, finally sits up on her heels, hands in her lap like a perfect submissive. She tries to avoid staring at Wanda’s strap standing at attention between her thighs, but she can’t help eyeing the cock and clenching around the toys stuffing her. Her underwear was soaked, practically dripping.

A surge of pain jolts through Kate’s body as Wanda grabs the chain dangling from the clamps, using them to tug Kate forwards between her spread legs. Kate’s hands twitch, needing to feel some sort of contact with either of you soon or she was going to explode.

“Sitting pretty for me, huh? So eager,” Wanda runs her hand softly through Kate’s hair, allowing her to lean into the touch before gripping her tight at the roots and tugging her face forward Wanda’s cock pressed against her cheek. “You’re going to get my cock nice and wet for my baby, okay?”

As Kate opens her mouth to answer, Wanda slaps the toy against her tongue, laughing at the way Kate’s tongue lolls out automatically. You press yourself against Wanda’s side, finding a better angle to watch Wanda’s cock slip between Kate’s lips. Both you and Wanda groan at the sight of Kate taking the toy deeper, Wanda’s hand pushing her down further with no remorse.

She gags, gripping the base of Wanda’s cock, pushing the harness against her clit. Wanda gasps, releasing Kate’s hair from her grip and allowing her to move on her own. Kate uses the opportunity to take a breath, panting and staring up at Wanda with dazed eyes. A string of spit connects her to the strap.

“You gag on this cock like you were born for it, Kate,” Wanda says, admiring the way Kate spits the excess drool onto the toy, stroking it for a moment as she swirls her tongue around the tip, simply humming in response. She takes the length into her mouth again, sloppy noises filling the room as she goes as deep as she can. “I bet you’re the most popular girl around with a mouth like this. Bet you eat pussy the same way too. So fucking messy.”

Wanda's pretty sure she could spend all night like this - watching Kate suck on her strap like her life depended on it (it kind of did), with you curled up into her side, soft moans escaping from your lips each time Kate gags. As much as she'd like to see just how long Kate would willingly stay on her knees for her, not so subtly squeezing her thighs together to feel the fullness of the toys inside her, Wanda has other plans.

"Off."

Kate releases the toy from her mouth with a wet sound, licking one final stripe up the shaft. Wanda's hips twitch, aching for stimulation of her own.

"C'mere, baby," Wanda says to you, shifting so she can guide you to sit in her lap, facing Kate. She takes her cock in her hand, and both of you moan at just how drenched Kate left it as Wanda glides it through your folds. There's zero resistance as you sink down onto the toy, mouth hanging open in a gasp as you're able to take the entire thing in one go. Kate groans, eyes fixated on your cunt swallowing Wanda's cock, shifting on her knees and clenching around the toys. "You like when Kate watches you take mommy's cock, little one?"

"Yes, mommy!" You shout as Wanda gives you a hard thrust. She plants her feet hard on the ground, grabbing your hips so she can fuck up into you, using you like nothing more than a pretty fleshlight.

"My sweet, empty headed baby," Wanda coos in your ear. "There's just no brain in there once that pussy of yours gets wet. It all melts away like cotton candy. That's how Kate got you, huh? Big, mean Kate took advantage of how soft and dumb you are? Well, she's not so big and mean now, is she? No, she's just as little and needy as you are, darling. Maybe even more."

You're far too focused on your hole getting ruined to notice Wanda's eyes glow red. Scarlet waves of magic wrap around Kate, pulling her hands behind her back. You think that's all that Wanda does to her, until you hear wet noises coming from somewhere other than between your own legs. Kate practically falls over at the sudden movement of the dildo inside of her, thrusting at the same pace that she's watching you get fucked. Her moans mix with yours, and Wanda feels practically drunk with power.

"You like that, don't you?" Wanda addresses Kate, who nods furiously, trying her best to meet the thrusts of the toy. Her eyes are completely glazed over with pleasure, mouth hanging open, drool coating her lips and threatening to dribble down her chest. You're not far behind her either, leaning yourself fully back against Wanda, trying desperately not to lose yourself to the sensations and let your eyes fall closed, not wanting to miss a single moment of Kate getting ruined. "I bet this is what you wanted all along isn't it? Just wanted me to abuse those pretty holes of yours?"

All Wanda receives as a response is a broken whine, the heat in Kate's center building rapidly.

"You can cum whenever you need, little one," Wanda whispers to you. Kate assumes that means she's not going to be allowed to cum, unless she wants to face consequences. But the dildo thrusting harder into her is making it harder and harder to hold back. "What an attention whore you are, Katie. That rich bitch mother of yours not give you enough attention? Is that why you came crawling to me, acting like the biggest brat I've ever seen? Needed a mommy instead?"

"Y-y-fuck!" The response is cut off as Kate feels an intense buzzing on her clit. The sight of Kate's body trembling so intensely combined with Wanda's hands on your own clit send you over the edge, throwing your head back against Wanda's shoulder as your cunt clenches so hard around the strap that Wanda has to hold you in place to make sure you don't push it out of you.

The combination of sensations plus the sight of you coming has Kate forgetting she's supposed to hold back, and she's expecting the release of the tension in her core any second, ready to feel herself gush between her thighs...

But nothing happens.

"Wh-why..?" Kate mumbles pathetically. She can feel how close she is, like there's a little rubber band inside her that's stretched to the point of snapping. Except instead of that, it just keeps stretching further and further, the tension uncomfortable to the point of hurting.

"What's wrong?" Wanda tilts her head, a coy smile playing on her lips. You've stopped bouncing on her strap, but it still remains stuffed in your hole, Wanda's hands moving away from your clit and rubbing small circles into your thigh. Breathing heavy, you puzzle at Kate's panicked expression, not understanding why she looks so uncomfortable.

"What did you do, Wanda, why can't I..." Kate sobs as the pain of being held teetering on the edge makes her whole body jerk, almost as if it's trying to escape itself. It's like she's just being held over a cliff, not allowed to fall, but not allowed to jump backwards either. And there's only one person who can do either right now. She looks up at Wanda through watery eyes, chest heaving as the toys continue to shift inside of her.

"It's so cute that you thought I'd let you cum!" Wanda says in a saccharine tone. She moves you off of her strap, shushing the quiet whine you let out at being left empty and gaping. You're too dazed to care about Wanda jostling you around rather carelessly, holding you tight in her lap as she manages to slip the harness off of her and tug her leggings off. Wanda pulls you back against her chest, spreading your legs with her own. Kate's distracted momentarily from her struggling as she realizes just how soaked Wanda is. "Clean both of us up, Kate. Maybe after that I'll consider letting you cum."

Kate had a feeling that Wanda had no such intentions, but your tender folds were calling to her, so she wasted no time shoving her face between your thighs, moaning at the taste of your cum. She drifts down, not wanting to leave Wanda hanging, and laps just as eagerly through her folds.

"I was right. You do eat pussy just as well." Wanda gasps as Kate flicks her clit. "Keep that up, and I'll make you a regular babysitter, Kate."

Even though Wanda's still keeping her on edge, hips thrusting mindlessly as she silently begs for any sort of relief, the thought of being invited back sends Kate burying herself even deeper between Wanda's thighs.

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Summary: A stolen moment for a stolen soul

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Word Count: 4.3k ish

Warnings: Dark Fic Vibes (slight Stockholm?), Dark ArchDemon Deity Kate, dub non con, slight blood kink, size kink, Innocence and Corruption Kink!!!, degradation, Daddy kink, fisting, overstimulation, talks a lot about religion (hell vs heaven) but it pulls gods from all different denominations and religions.

*As usual let me know if I missed anything important*

***Minors DNI*** ***18+***

A/N: I actually really like this entire concept. Nothing i ever write is "perfect" in my eyes but this is truly one of the first things in a long time that I've written that I can honestly say that I love. The darkness hopefully lingers throughout, in all the subtle details. Hopefully you guys fall in love with this cute lil Kate variant as much as I did.

Main Master list // Kitmoas | Occult

Kneeling on the steps leading to the seven thrones, the girl listens as each of her peers receive their assignment. Her focus stays on the foot of the throne directly in front of her, the largest one, as she awaits her turn. She cracks her neck as light chatter breaks out behind her, a pause in the line-up stirs up attention as her turn is next. The entire realm knew that she was the next coming, blessed by Ayin herself as the most perfect masterpiece ever crafted by her.

A booming yell silences the crowd, “Kolvunek, daughter of Lucifer and Nyx.” The girl raises her head, deep black iris focusing on the Demon Lord. “Rise and show your blessings from The Supreme Decreator.”

Chancing a quick glance to her father, who sits to the left of Satan, before standing proudly. Her wings flaring out behind her, each covered in six hundred and sixty-six dark purple stygian iron feathers, a glow of hell fire gleaming around. Most of her peers fall to their knees around her, even those on the thrones sink into themselves, as her presence radiates across the Great Hall. A looming shadow sweeps across the floor, racing towards the girl and almost leaving her completely concealed within the darkness. With her head held high, the young archdemon deity allowed an arrogant smirk to spread across her face as she felt her malevolence surge.

Those around her whispering, strained and low, exalting Hell’s first risen Arch-Angel. The hellfire lining the walls burns brighter as it feeds off of the young girl’s energy, a vibrant purple igniting within. She watches as her father’s head rises, jaw setting as he regains his composure–followed quickly by his fellow six leaders.

Letting her wings settle at her sides, curled around her like armor, she can feel her power sinking back into her body almost vibrating within her. She stands at attention, eyes respectfully downcast as she waits for her instructions from the Devil. Silence hangs in the air as her father and their leader murmur together, discussing the final details as privately as possible. In her prefial vision she can see a few of her peers squirming, uncomfortable with the tense air that now fills the area.

When the two finally look over the crowd, it’s almost as though the entire underworld slips into a trance readying themselves to listen to their leaders. “As many of you know, Kolvunek is the prophet that The Great Ancient Damned foresaw to finally lead our army to victory against Michael and his vexatious soldiers.” The crowd cheers, rambunctious and energetic at the thought of finally ruling over the realm that tossed out their great leaders. “Though against mine and the Morning Star’s wishes, it seems as though your assignment is to go after a soul that the Right hand himself is after. It is a mortal, not very notable but the angels are raving about them. Your goal is to beat them to it. It doesn’t matter in what way, all we need is their soul. The being must be alive when you drag them here, the Commander must know just how badly he lost. He must understand just how dangerous you are.”

Standing taller, the young deity straightens as she allows her bow to materialize in her hand–dark energy vibrating against her calloused palm. Bending slightly at the waist as she nods, firm and confident as she gazes between the two. “I will not fail you.” Brandishing the weapon as it permeates a coldness that chills even the farthest of demons.

It’s Lucifer who stands next, stepping down to stand just a few steps above his daughter, to speak directly to her. “You do not want to see what will happen to you if you fail, Kolvunek.” The snarl is quick, a flash of his razor fangs, a reminder of the underlying threat to not only Hell but to her own existence if she were to fail her father. “Now, my child, you will need an Earthly name. One that will not raise any suspicion as you travel and entice this soul back with you.”

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Leaning against the table, the girl downs the last sip of her drink as she watches you cross the floor. After years of planting the right seeds, she knew it was time. She could feel the aura of Micheal, he was close and advancing with each minute. The high angels wanting you made sense, daughter of a millionaire who spends her days fighting against all the immoral acts that your father commits. Everything the Heavenly Host could ever want in a future warrior, but tonight ends the dispute. The young girl had grown bored of the tedious fights she’s had with the Saint, missing being home where she could be her true self.

Straightening as she took confident strides across the room, buttoning the black suit jacket she was wearing, towards where you stood talking to a few colleagues. Swiping two cocktails from a passing waiter, she clears her throat when she finds herself directly behind you. “Can I steal you, just for a moment of course.”

Twirling around, your face stretches into a wide smile when you see the object of your infatuation as of late. “Kate! Hi! I didn’t realize you were here already!” She’s handing you a drink, a charming smile as she leans closer to you. “Of course you can, excuse me.” You wrap your hand around her arm as she leads you away, nodding politely at the group. Unable to stop yourself from staring as she guides you around different tables and people, you’re stunned when she starts leaving the building.

The brunette only shushes you, slipping off her jacket to wrap it around your shoulders. Keeping you close as she walks along the sidewalks of New York City, she hums and occasionally points some things out. In the distance there’s an extremely bright blue-white light that starts to spread across the city, slowly but surely overtaking. Trying to not rush you, she starts walking just a bit quicker claiming that she was starting to get cold. It didn’t take much longer before she was ushering you into a building, dark and seemingly empty.

Your gut starts to yell at you, poking at you to leave but Kate just points up to a sky roof where you could see the full moon. She mumbles out that she just wanted to dance with you somewhere more private, and before you can even argue with her she’s spinning you gently. Leaning your head against her shoulder, you let your mind wander. The warmth of her body sinking into your bones, and your brain starts questioning how she felt cold if she’s always so warm.

The brunette wants to take her time, attempting to calm your thoughts with some sweet dancing, but she knows she needs to hurry. It wouldn’t be long before he would be able to find you and she needed to tarnish your perfect aurora. Deep down she knew you had a secret, one that she knew was easily exploited–one that would tarnish your soul for good. “My sweet love, keep your eyes on me, yes?” She’s pulling away from you, calloused hand cupping your cheek, as she smiles at your naive obedience. Stepping back, she unbuttons her white dress shirt to reveal her abs and black bra.

Your eyes are stuck on her torso, a shameful wet feeling grows quickly between your thighs. The two of you have been dancing around the tension between you, and truthfully you never thought you would actually see the day where thoughts became actions. Forcing your hand to stay at your side so that you don’t reach out to trace along her stomach, your breath hitches as she begins to grow wings. They’re large, almost double her size, dark and shiny. Your brain is starting to panic, sending shivers down your spine as fear starts to sink into your body. Goosebumps spread like a wildfire as a chill settles in the room, a whimper tumbles from your lips as Kate looks up at you through her lashes. You should be terrified but you’re clenching around nothing and desperately trying to ignore the throbbing.

She’s pushing into your space, now obsidian eyes looking into yours–almost like looking into a black hole. “Can I steal you, Dulcia?” The reiterated question is simple, but held so much more than your pretty little mind could truly comprehend and that’s what the demon was counting on. Enchanted, it’s the whispered yes that prompts the brunette into movement as she seals your lips together. Her hands reach up, one cupping your jaw while the other tangles in your hair, guiding you where she wants you. The kiss isn’t like anything you’ve ever experienced, it’s slow but burning. It leaves your entire body heating up, squirming as much as you can in her grasp. It’s almost as though she’s sucking the soul out of you as she takes control of the kiss, running her tongue slowly across your bottom lip.

Letting go of your chin, she trails her hand down your torso and you can feel her sharp nails through the flimsy dress just barely clinging to your frame. She pulls away from you, letting her lips ghost against your jaw as she whispers into your ear. “I want to see you.” Her wing stretches out, slicing at the fabric covering you. You want to whine about how expensive the dress was, how you had to give it back but your protest seems to die in your throat.

She’s moving before you can even process it, slamming you into the ground before your dress can even touch the floor. “What I want, I get.” Kate hovers over you, an arrogant smirk quirking her lips as she takes in your heaving chest and flushed body. Her eyes linger along your breasts, her tongue slipping out to leave a shiny wet spot along her bottom lip. Her thumb swipes over your pebbling nipple, chuckling when she lets her pointed nail stab into the tender skin.

Her touch is rough, palming at your breast, as she lets her gaze wander. With each passing moment you notice new things about her, and you feel the next change before you truly see it. The raven haired girl is leaning down, tongue flicking at your hardened bud before she sucks it into her mouth. The moan you let out is entirely too desperate, despite just starting, but you can’t help it as you had been waiting for this for too long now. The razor tips of her extended fangs sink in the tender skin, marking you as hers. She licks at the weak stream of blood that runs down the curve of your breast, relishing in the copper taste filling her mouth.

The smooth skin of her finger tip leaves a blazing line in their wake up your inner thigh, a mocking breathy gasp against your ear. “Oh? I just knew you were a little slut. Absolutely nothing under that dress, not even a flimsy little thong for you to soak through. Who were you hoping for tonight? Hmm?” The hiss that tears through your teeth is sharp as her jagged nail catches on your throbbing clit, neglected and begging for attention the moment she finally slips off her shirt. “Such a good little girl wouldn’t be this desperate for someone like me, now would you?”

Her touch is exhilarating and it blurs your mind, your hips raising trying to get her to touch you where you needed her most. Instead she just lets her body move against yours, almost painfully squeezing you just right to irritate every single nerve in your body–putting every sense into overdrive. It’s entirely too effortless how she manipulates you, dragging you to the brink of tears before she even touches your dripping cunt. A sob rips from your mouth, startling you, and breaking your self control. Your eyes are rolling back, cheeks wet, and the coil in your stomach is cracking but it all just seems to humor the other girl.

Her mouth is biting marks all over your torso as her wings flutter behind her, tiny metallic taps as the forged feathers happily react to the demon’s actions. The hand along your thigh starts heating up, almost unbearable. “Fall into the abyss little one, let go of your soul. Let Daddy catch it.” A flash of hell fire ignites across your clit, traveling up your body and forcing you over the edge. Your entire being feels like it’s on fire, every nerve flaring, and you’re clenching tightly around nothing– a pathetic wail at the emptiness.

Burning from the inside out, your mind is filled with smoke and your eyes are completely hazy. Still in your high, muscles entirely tensed, Kate shoves three fingers into your pussy. It’s too tight, and it stretches you violently; the searing pain only adds to the scalding heat throughout your body. Miserably weeping, begging for the girl to stop but she just giggles. “Oh Koritsáki, you poor thing. Your body is just so perfect. I have to do this, I just have to fuck you. Something so angelic just has to be ruined.” Slipping a fourth finger into you, her wings gleefully shake at your pained shrieks.

Thrashing about you try to find some relief from the pain, but you’re no match for her strength. Just the sheer force of her body, moving against yours keeps you solidly in your place below the demon. The longer she hovers above you, a maniacal grin plastered on her face as she beams down at you, her thrusts get harder. Your head lulls to the side, letting you look down your torso as your entire body scraps against the coarse concrete floor. The scrapes bleed, leaving splatters along the gray floor; a stain that will forever stand as an Earthly reminder the day that the high heavens lost.

The filthy distressed sounds falling from your mouth are uncontrollable as Kate fucks into you, never letting you adjust properly and just forcing you to take what she gives you. The shaking from your first orgasm has yet to subside, your muscles just tremble from fatigue as you work to try and keep up with the girl above you. She leans down, close to your face, and licks a stripe up your face. “You look so pretty when you cry for me, paulo amores.” Each time she speaks, her voice seemingly gets raspier and deeper.

Long fingers slip out of you for a moment, and relief floods your system. As your body finally begins to relax, the burning sensation of pain becomes overwhelming. The archer spits on your puffy cunt, a cooling drop that runs against the used redness between your thighs. Tears are still streaming down your face and you’re hyperventilating, but even with the edging you are grateful for the breather.

Working on your ragged breathing you weren’t ready for the bulky fist to ram itself into your raw cunt. Anguish is all you can feel as your body vibrates in pain, but Kate is just cooing down at you. “Did I hurt you? I must have misunderstood how you’re drenching Daddy’s hand.” She casually looks around, taunting you as she thrusts into you. She almost looks bored, as if the way your tender throat scratches as you scream isn’t entertainment enough. “If you weren’t enjoying yourself then you wouldn’t be squeezing my fist so tightly. Your pathetic pussy wouldn’t be about to cum.”

It’s almost as though she’s punching you, taking whatever anger she feels out on you. She takes your safety and your enjoyment at little regard, only using it against you as she bares her fangs at you. Each slam into you takes the breath out of your lungs, and it almost feels like your heart stops each time she rams her fist back into you.

Even with the pain, something about the way she looks at you makes the shattered coil in your stomach come back to life; tightening quickly. She doesn’t try to stop you from squirming, only snickering as you move about, her free hand pinching and pulling at your nipples. They feel raw and extremely sensitive so the moment that she stabs her pointed nail the stream of tears down your cheek floods. Kate scrunches her face, cooing at you, as she abandons your breast in lue of your pulsating clit. “Is this not enough for you? Do you seriously need more to get off? Going to be a fun toy for me to break.” Her voice becomes muffled as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.

You shake your head, screaming for her to stop–that you hate it but you knew it was a lie. The coil in your stomach was on the verge of breaking once more, the heat overwhelming as you dangling over the edge for the second time. “A beauty like you destined to be in the high heavens dragged into the pits of hell for being a disgusting little whore. How tragic.” A joyous smile stretched across the winged girl’s face as she spoke, jet black eyes as soft as possible as her gaze bores into you. A high pitched giggle falling into the air. “Letting a pretty demon steal your soul just so that you can cum, damning yourself for the chance to be played with. Such a sinful act that you could only want to be mine.” The ocean blue eyes that you had come to know flash for a moment, drawing you in and cracking the coil in your stomach. “Say your mine, and you can be my good little meretrix until the end of time.”

Blubbering as you fight everything in your mind to try and find a way out of this. This isn’t what you wanted, you knew you were good and you didn’t want to go to hell. Her sparkling fangs, catching in the moonlight above makes your sobbing catch in your throat, and you know deep down that she has ruined you. No one would be able to touch you the way she is and it broke your heart to go against your moral code, the beginning of the corruption. Kate can barely hear you mutter out “yours Daddy”, a chant garbled in the messy noises being forced from your body, but when she does her thrusts turn brutal. The moment she leans down, her tongue just barely licking at the slick covered clit your entire body convulses. The coil in your stomach shatters and your orgasm rips through you.

The moans for the first time are louder than your sobs and Kate smirks against your clit when it becomes apparent that you truly are enjoying this. She continues to rut into you, dragging you into another orgasm. It’s all too much and your body is overheated, your entire torso soaked with sweat and your thighs slick to the touch. You try to raise your hand, a silent plea to stop, but you have no energy or strength and you’re forced to take everything that she gives you. Ripples of arduous pleasure sweep across your skin, leaving your muscles in an excruciating tense state. Your body breaks before her stamina does, darkness overtakes you as she shoves you over the edge again.

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The portal opened just as you stood on your shaky feet, legs still unstable and barely able to hold your weight. You’re barely supported by Kate who is helping you step over the burning circle when you hear someone land behind you. The archer tugs you the rest of the way into the portal, rolling her eyes as you collapse at her feet. Her wings unfurl, looming over the both of you as she stands tall. “Are we really going to do this now?” You watch as a bow materializes in her hand, it’s smokey and the same dark purple as her wings.

The bright figure steps towards the portal, kneeling to be closer to your level as he reaches out to you. He doesn’t even flinch when Kate snarls at him, her fangs prominent as she lunges forward as a warning. “Come with me, The Holy Father will save your soul. He loves you as you are, take my hand for I can carry you to him. Our father cares for us very much and will protect you from the corruption that is the bastard demon.” The archangel crawls a bit closer to you forcing you to squint against the bright light he emulates.

An arrow with dark energy streaming out of it shoots directly through one of the angel’s wings causing some white feathers to flutter towards the ground, sizzling as they burn. The man stumbles, a pained grunt falling from his lips as he looks up at the source. “Mikey boy, c’mon. I really don’t want to do this, I’ve been beating your ass for the past few decades. I just want to take her home and truly ruin her soul. Don’t make me waste precious energy when we both know this is going to end with you limping back to Daddy, crying about the big bully who beat you up again.” You watch as Kate sighs, rolling her eyes as the man stands on his feet.

She looks down at you, a smug look on her face as she leans down to run her thumb across your lip. “Pay close attention, μικρός θνητός. Daddy know you’ll love this.” Your gaze was stuck on the mass that ended up being a fight. The two immortals clashing at supernatural speed made it difficult for you to actually see what was happening, only catching glimpses of the brunette whenever she stopped moving. It felt like only a few minutes had passed when a blinding light exploded from the middle of the blurry blob, causing you to curl up to shield your eyes.

When you finally could look up, Kate is dragging one of the large gold-white wings dripping with Ichor. You could see the man in the distance, erratically flying upward. The brunette steps back through the portal, stopping directly in front of you. She’s covered in splatters of shining gold glitter and cuts leaking what looks like steaming molasses. A cocky smirk is across her face as she grips you on the back of your neck, using her hold on you to yank you up onto your feet.

She’s directing you down a hallway, shushing you as you whine trying to lick at the liquid along her skin. “Shut the fuck up dumbass, can’t have you dead yet over some blood.” The demon rolls her eyes, chastising you again when you whine over not being able to lick at the liquid dripping down her biceps. You can see her starting to transform even more as the two of you walk, no longer just wings and fangs but her entire body seemingly loses its color. A ghastly hue falling over her and smoke emanates from her, hanging in the air almost precariously. Her eyes sink in, large dark circles almost completely enveloping her completely jet black irises.

Kate rolls her eyes as your head moves around, trying to see the top of her own head. “I don’t have horns yet, they…haven’t grown in yet.” She’s grumbling, a grumpy put out look adorning her face for a moment. A shadow falls along her cheeks, and the corner of lips quirk up into a small grin when you realize it’s her way of blushing. This huge, seemingly invincible, demon is embarrassed by her lack of horns and you found it absolutely adorable. You can see her struggle to compose herself in front of you, and suddenly it hits you that here alone she seems young.

Just as she was on Earth, sitting in your living room laughing over movies and tossing snacks to each other, the vulnerability is different here but it feels almost the same. A single moment hanging heavy in the dense silence, the fear you felt since you stepped into the abandoned building melts to the floor. It’s foolish but you can’t help it as you slip your hand up to her hair, once again trying to see if you can feel the start of horns. Kate snaps her teeth at you, her fangs just barely grazing the inside of your wrist before the stoic mask falls back in place as the two of you approach a grand looking entrance.

Two creatures push open large doors to a hall where the moment that the raven haired girl comes into view rambunctious cheers erupt. You struggle standing as the sheer amount of emmentating evil threatens to stop your entire body’s functionality, but it’s almost as though a darkness wrapped around you protects you. Fuzzy brained and blurry vision, you’re shoved on your knees in front of thrones.

“Today we welcome home our princess, Kolvunek! Victorious and with a war medal! Take the mortal to the pits, we no longer need her.” Several bodies are swarming you, your body unable to fight them off when a familiar dark purple wing impales all of them.

The second comforting wing pushes you backwards, protecting you as you cower behind the girl’s legs. “She’s mine. Ayin says we can keep playthings, this one is mine.”

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“my pussy has taken me places I wouldn’t go with a gun”

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ronin!kate x reader

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warnings: marvel canon injuries, blood loss, alcohol consumption, break ins, guns, (empty) death threats, power imbalance, clothed/unclothed sex, fingering, oral, praise, strap on mention

You yawned as you trudged through your dim apartment with your arms full of your latest grocery shop you had forced yourself to pick up just after your shift. It had been one of the most hectic nights you had experienced ever since moving to the city, something you were quickly learning you needed to adjust to because your shifts were far more intense than they were when you lived in a rural town and it didn’t help that it happened to be a friday night. You wanted nothing more than to change into your pjs and fall asleep to whatever animated show appeared on your laptop first.

Once you finished putting your groceries away, you made your way to your bathroom but froze when you spotted the splatter of blood in the doorway. You took a tentative step back and noticed that drops of blood led, or came from, the door to your apartment that you had failed to notice in your overworked state. You put your brain into gear as your mind raced at the literal countless possibilities of what could be behind your bathroom door. Why the hell did you move to the city?

“If you're that unobservant I’m not sure I want your help,” a voice called from the other side of the door. You pushed it open slightly, enough to see a covered figure slumped against your bathtub in a mess of blood. Your first aid kit was by their side and had clearly been torn into and disregarded by the stranger who you suddenly recognised.

“You’re the ronin,” you stated, unsure whether to call the police or ambulance first.

“Yep,” the voice grunted as they gripped their side. You couldn’t see any injuries through the thick suit but you could gather that that was where the most pressing one was situated. “And you’re a paramedic,” they stated. “Do your job,” they ordered, their grey eyes locking on yours with a silent threat.

“You need an ambulance,” you told them, taking a cautious step back but halting immediately when the masked stranger pulled a handgun out from behind their back and pointed it straight at you.

“No ambulance,” they spat.

“Okay,” you swallowed as you raised your hands and gradually moved to kneel down next to them in the cramped bathroom. They watched your every move as you opened your bathroom cabinet and grabbed everything you needed. In your experience, you had witnessed enough home accidents that you were prepared for any kind of injury you could endure in your flat, luckily for the stranger. “I need to see it,” you told them as you held up the sterilising wipes. They nodded, pulling at the gap in their suit to display the deep incision in their side.

Though you had many questions about the injury before you, you didn’t dare ask them as you worked silently in cleaning the area. “You need to take the suit off, I can’t see what I’m doing,” you told them honestly.

“No,” they countered immediately. You paused for a second when you heard the feminine undertone in their voice peek through, apparently in too much pain to continue to try and disguise it.

“But I need-” you didn’t finish your request because she cocked her gun as she continued to keep it in line with you. Your heart thrummed in your chest, never having been so close to an actual gun before. You eyed the weapon as you brought several fresh wipes up the slash and ran them gently over the top, producing a sharp hiss from the stranger. “Sorry,” you muttered without any actual sympathy. She glared at you and used her free hand to pull at her suit from the neck, dragging it down until it pooled at her waist and gave you full access to the slash you now realised to be far bigger than you had anticipated and bleeding heavily. You cursed, pressing your nearest towel to the gash with a calculated amount of pressure.

“Can you hold it?” You asked. Her head tilted to the side as she assessed you, most likely sure that you were trying to trick her. “I need to prepare the stitches,” you told her seriously, recognising that the vigilante’s life was very much in your hands. She agreed and held the rough fabric with her free hand as she watched you swiftly sterilise and prep the equipment needed with a practised efficiency that pushed your fight or flight to the back of your mind so you could focus on the task at hand.

“How long ago did this happen?” You questioned as you brought the needle up to her exposed flesh. You needed to keep her talking but the information was crucial as well, even if you were limited as to what you could do with it on your own.

“An hour,” she guessed, grunting when you began to push the needle in. “Fuckers,” she cursed.

“More than one?” You enquired as you worked steadily.

“That’s the norm,” she told you openly, perhaps feeling the need to distract herself. “They just don’t usually manage to hit me back,” she chuckled through the pain.

“So I’ve heard,” you muttered, feeling the woman shoot you a look that you didn’t acknowledge. “Why did you come to me?” You continued.

“You were…closest,” she told you, her breathing growing heavier by the second. You were half way through and she was still losing too much blood.

“Yeah? You know where all the paramedics live?” You half joked.

“Only the pretty ones,” she couldn’t help but quip. You glanced up, noticing the sparks of mischief that were struggling to get through the fog of pain. You didn’t entertain her remark, even if you were fully aware of how her abs were tensing as you stitched her up.

“No one knows who you are, why didn’t you just take the suit off and call for an ambulance?” You questioned as you started to finish up.

“And pay thousands for something I can get you to do for free?” She struggled to laugh again.

“It’s not the same,” you were quick to interject. “I’ve stopped the bleeding but I have no idea what kind of damage you’ve sustained,” you pointed out in hopes that the stranger would understand how limited you were as to what you could do for her.

“Figure it out,” she countered as though it was that simple, pushing the gun further towards you.

“If you kill me you’ll probably die too,” you told her. “And I thought you only went after the bad guys,” you challenged, letting your adrenaline talk for you.

“I go after people who cause me problems,” she replied, returning your challenging gaze with more intensity. You were the first to avert your eyes. “I’ll sleep on your couch,” she announced.

“Not in those bloody clothes,” you objected. “You can wear some of mine,” you told her adamantly. She stared back at you as you got up off of the bloody floor that you knew you were going to need to clean as soon as she was out of the bathroom. “You can keep the mask on,” you told her as you left, rolling your eyes to yourself.

You brought back some grey sweatpants and navy blue sweatshirt, assuming it would be best to give the stranger the darkest shirt you had in case she stained it. “Let me help,” you offered when she grimaced at the stretch of lifting the shirt up.

“No,” she objected at once. You huffed at her stubbornness, hoping that you weren’t going to have to have her as a houseguest for too long.

“If you pull your stitches out I’m not putting them back in,” you told her as you shut the door to give her some privacy. That was a lie, you would put them back in, but you wouldn’t be happy about it.

You walked to your kitchen with a shaky exhale, feeling your adrenaline wear off by the minute but also finding yourself becoming less unnerved by the ronin. You didn’t believe she was going to hurt you and you could see her threats were entirely empty, but you did want to help her. It was inconvenient to say the least to have someone of her character laying in your bathroom and her demeanour was beginning to get on your nerves, but your blind (and probably reckless) need to help her was the exact reason you became a paramedic. The only thing you needed to consider was whether or not to call an ambulance once she no doubt passed out on your sofa. You predicted it wouldn’t take long in her condition.

You brought a pan of water to the boil and added enough pasta for two with the intention of trying to encourage your guest to eat but you paused when you heard a dull thud from the bathroom. You left the pasta to cook as you knocked on the door and called out. “Everything okay in there?” You asked. You didn’t get a response for a few seconds.

“No,” she admitted. You opened the door to her gripping onto your bathtub with a frustrated might as she attempted to haul herself to her feet. You quickly got to her side and put your hand around her waist to help her to her feet with some difficulty. She didn’t thank you once she was standing but continued to use your assistance to go the short distance to your sofa where she ungracefully collapsed down with a groan. You took in her outfit with some amusement, wondering if she felt as ridiculous as she looked to be wearing the ronin hood and balaclava with your clothes. She glared at you when you caught her eye and you knew she could tell what your opinion on her attire was.

“You gonna sleep in that?” You asked with a small smile.

“I don’t think you’re one to judge fashion choices,” she quipped irritably. You looked down at your outfit with a frown. What the hell?

“I just got off a twelve hour shift,” you exclaimed. “It’s this or have everyone on the subway ask me to look at their foot funguses,” you told her defensively, remembering the day you had forgotten to bring a change of clothes and went home in your uniform.

“Fungi,” she corrected. You chewed the inside of your cheek as you went back to the kitchen to prepare a few more ingredients in silence, glaring at the stranger every so often but also checking that she was still conscious…or even alive.

Once everything was left to simmer, you returned to the bathroom to begrudgingly clear up only to notice that the handgun was laying abandoned on the floor. You wondered if the ronin realised, assuming she wouldn’t have pointed it out or asked you to retrieve it for her under the assumption that you would refuse or even use it against her but you didn’t entertain the idea for a second, instead moving it to the side with your foot as you began to clean the floor and reorganise your cabinet.

The stranger was watching you when you stepped out of the bathroom, gun in hand. She stared at you warily, eyes darting down to her weapon and shifting when you started in her direction slowly. “To be honest with you,” you started as you glanced down at the gun. “It’s probably smarter if you keep ahold of this,” you told her, holding the barrel as you extended the weapon towards her that she swiftly grabbed ahold of. Following the possibility that anyone had followed her to your apartment, it was easy to conclude she would be far more useful with the weapon. “Please don’t make me regret that,” you winced at her abruptness.

To your surprise, she emptied the ammo out of the handgun into her lap and placed them all on the table next to her along with the gun. “Thanks,” you muttered. “You should eat,” you told her as you went to dish up your own plate. She didn’t reply so you put the rest of the meal onto another plate and handed it to her with cutlery and didn’t leave much room for her to protest. “I’d rather not have you die in my flat, my landlord already hates me,” you told her as you sat down on the chair opposite the tv and switched it on.

“Why?” She asked out of sheer curiosity.

“He hates everyone,” you shrugged, glancing over at the stranger and noticing she was making no move to start eating. “If you take the mask off I promise not to look,” you assured with complete honesty, even if you were curious as to what kind of face lay underneath. She looked back at you for a few moments before pulling the mask and hood off in front of you.

You blinked, now that was not what you were expecting. The raven haired woman stared back at you blankly until a small smirk flickered across her lips upon the recognition that you were accidentally checking her out. Despite being ghostly pale from the blood loss and looking entirely dishevelled, you couldn’t deny that the woman sitting in your living room was hot. Your eyes flickered to hers and you quickly looked away when you saw her smirk and forced your attention onto the tv that was playing one of the Transformers films. You didn’t turn it off, instead beginning to eat and seeing the ronin do the same out of the corner of your eye.

You sat in silence until you both finished your meal, content on letting the overly animated action scenes fill the room. You could feel the raven haired woman’s gaze settling on you from time to time and you tried not to acknowledge it but it proved difficult once you had seen her green eyes more clearly. “Thank you,” she said once she finished.

“No problem,” you muttered as you took both your plates into the kitchen and began washing up. “I noticed you helped yourself to some painkillers,” you called from the sink.

“They didn’t do shit,” the woman grumbled. “I need something stronger,” she told you.

“You’ll need a prescription for that,” you said, already knowing what she was getting at.

“Can’t you get me some?” She questioned as she peered at you.

“No, and you’re not the first to ask me that,” you told her. “If you want something stronger you’ll have to go to-”

“Yeah, yeah I get it thanks,” she waved. You smiled to yourself as you watched her grumble, finding it kind of unfair that she was able to look that attractive when she was bleeding out and pissed off.

“What’s your name?” You asked when the ads began to play on the tv. The woman turned to you with a raised brow.

“You really think I’d tell you that?” She questioned.

“I generally like to know the names of the people who sleep over,” you said. She began to smirk again and shifted herself slightly so that she had a better view of you from her spot on the sofa.

“And do you get a lot of people sleeping over?” She enquired with an interested grin.

“Not when there’s someone bleeding out on my sofa. Tends to put them off,” you teased right back, earning a more genuine smile from her. “Come on, I’m not gonna tell anyone. Who would even believe me? Which is what you must have been thinking when you took the mask off,” you pushed, strolling back into the living room where you settled on the arm of the sofa. “I’m y/n,” you greeted.

“I know,” she said simply as she repositioned again with a firm hand to her stomach.

“Well now it really is only fair that I know your name,” you pointed out. She hummed, looking you up and down as though she was trying to decide if she could truly trust you or not. She already did - to an extent. She knew she could trust you to save her life and she knew she could trust you to provide refuge for a couple days, she just wasn’t sure if she was willing to extend it any further until she caught sight of her gun still placed next to her.

“Kate,” she said simply.

Kate, that suited her, you thought.

“Nice to meet you, Kate,” you offered.

“Really?”

“Well, no to be honest, I planned on having a quiet night but I guess the company could be worse,” you replied transparently though the smile teasing your lips simply made Kate hum in understanding.

“I’ll be out of your hair soon,” she told you sincerely.

“It’s alright…honestly,” you assured, not wanting her to push herself too suddenly and ending up causing more damage. She nodded and you noticed the exhaustion suddenly hit Kate full on as she settled herself into the sofa. You grabbed her a water bottle, more painkillers and a couple blankets from your room and by the time you returned to her she was out cold. You walked towards her tentatively and placed two fingers to her wrist as you watched the steady rise and fall of her chest. Surprisingly, her pulse was steady so you turned the main light off and put on a nearby lamp so that you would be able to come and check on her throughout the night.

As you lay in your bed that night, you heavily contemplated making a call to your fellow first responders. Although Kate’s condition was stable each time you checked on her and she had seemed to be coping surprisingly well with it when she was awake, you couldn't say for sure that she would stay that way. More so, if she didn’t make it through the night, that would be on you for not getting her the help she needed. Yet remembering how adamant she had been about you not calling anyone, you complied with her wish and instead checked on her periodically until the morning came.

“You’re awake,” you stated when you ventured into the main space to find Kate sat up.

“Did you come in here last night?” She questioned with a slight frown.

“A couple times,” you admitted. “To check on you,” you added. You felt Kate’s gaze on you as you poured some water into the kettle. “Coffee?”

“No thanks,” she replied, apparently not wanting to enquire further about your visits. You let the appliance boil as you turned back to her and chewed the inside of your cheek, trying to see if her shirt was soaked through across her torso.

“I should check that,” you told her.

“Hurts like a bitch,” she muttered as she lifted her sweatshirt up for you to assess.

During the night it had crossed your mind that Kate might have some kind of advanced healing, but as you examined her wound you noticed that she definitely didn’t have such abilities and had to make do with a normal healing factor. The slash had weeped slightly around the edges but it also wasn’t looking any worse which was the best realistic result you could have hoped for.

“Just needs a bit of cleaning,” you informed her.

“I’ll do it, just leave the stuff with me,” she said without looking at you.

“Sure,” you nodded and brought the cleaning wipes to her. You tried to be subtle as you watched Kate while you made yourself a drink, stopping yourself from jumping in everytime she winced from the contact she inflicted. You guessed she had woken up to a bruised pride and decided it would be best to leave her to it for a while as you jumped in the shower and got ready for the day.

When you came back out, Kate was asleep again. She was far more peaceful when she slept, even if it was her body’s way of providing her brief relief from her injuries. Very brief. She awoke when you picked up your keys from the kitchen island, meeting your sheepish smile. “I have a few errands to run and I should pick up some things for you,” you told her. “Do you want anything?” She shook her head. “Try and get some rest,” you prompted because it seemed as though she was reluctant to.

You closed the apartment door and lingered for a moment in the hallway as you considered whether or not you should really be leaving Kate alone. But it wasn’t something you could put off. You needed more supplies for her. With that in mind, you set off, leaving Kate to entertain herself inside your apartment for the next hour.

Though you came back to the tv playing, you were convinced Kate spent the entire time sleeping by the way the blankets were wrapped around her. She inevitably startled awake when the door opened but you had been able to catch a glimpse at the image of her with the blankets pulled up to her chin. “Good nap?” You couldn’t help but comment despite her irritable mood before you left. She didn’t respond so you pulled some fresh wipes and pain relief out your bag, Kate’s eyes widening at the later.

“Are these stronger?” She asked as she examined the pack.

“Supposedly, they’re a new brand,” you explained, which seemed to be enough for Kate because she downed the maximum dosage at once. “And I got you some soup,” you added.

“Thanks grandma,” Kate chuckled.

“Or I can just have it myself,” you pointed out with a huff.

“You wouldn’t,” Kate tested.

“No, and you’re lucky for that.” The raven haired woman hummed with a smile as you warmed up the meal dutifully.

The rest of the day went by with relative ease because Kate spent the majority of it sleeping. It seemed she needed it though every time she woke up she denied it with a swift disregard that always made you roll your eyes. You supposed someone so used to having the physical highground had a hard time admitting she had human weaknesses because she could never afford to show them, making you wonder what Kate’s life was like beyond her vigilante pastime. Did she work? Did she have a family? Friends? You knew that she wasn’t going to give you an answer to those questions but you still couldn’t help but ponder them when you caught a glance of her flicking through the tv channels.

“You’re very indecisive,” you said when you glanced up from your phone to see Kate still flicking through ten minutes later.

“When did tv get so bad?” She grumbled.

“You don’t watch it much?” You pried.

“I never have the time,” she told you absently before tossing the remote back to you to pick something out.

“Too many criminals to kill?” You continued.

“This is New York,” she shrugged.

“But that’s like, not all you do, right?” You pushed gently, waiting for the raven haired woman to pull a wall up at a moment’s notice.

“Of course not,” she said instead.

“So what do you do? Apart from crash on stranger’s sofas?” You smiled.

“Things I need to get back to,” she answered.

Damn.

“Can I check it?” You asked when you noticed Kate shift uncomfortably. She didn’t hesitate to nod, lifting her shirt up before you were even standing. You crouched down in front of the sofa and inspected the wound under Kate’s gaze. “How’s the pain?”

“Bearable,” she muttered as she watched you examine her. “Do you treat a lot of people with injuries like this?” She asked seemingly at random.

“It’s not as common as people think, but I’ve dealt with my fair share,” you explained. “In my old job a lot of the calls we got were false alarms,” you recalled. “I kinda miss that.”

“So why are you here?”

“I wanted a new challenge I suppose,” you told her.

“I get that,” Kate agreed.

“Evidently,” you quipped as you pulled her shirt back down, the tips of your fingers grazing her toned stomach as they went. “Is that what you have to get back too as well?”

“Yep,” she huffed, switching her attention back to the tv as you willed yourself not to think about how her abs had flexed under your touch and how her other muscles would feel under your fingertips.

“Me too, I’ll be up at six tomorrow morning for work and I won’t be back until nine,” you told her as you sat back down. “You gonna be okay?” You asked as casually as you could, having learnt that Kate didn’t respond well to sympathy.

“I’ll be waiting patiently to hear about all the other people who have been stabbed that you heal,” she replied simply, placing a hand over her bandage. You hummed in amusement.

“I’ll make sure to get some good stories,” you quipped.

“Then you should probably go to bed,” Kate responded as she glanced at the clock on the wall.

“Are you trying to get rid of me in my own home, Kate?” You smiled and your guest tried to conceal her own grin at your comment.

“Perhaps,” was all she said as she pretended to be interested in the tv.

“Don’t worry, I can take a hint,” you insisted, standing up from your armchair. “Just shout if you need me, okay?” Kate nodded unconvincingly but given her current state you knew you were going to end up checking on her at least a couple times anyway.

“Thank you,” she muttered once your back was to her. It carried a sincerity you hadn’t heard from Kate before and shocked you momentarily.

“No problem,” you shrugged, not sure what else to say so you carried on through the small apartment to your bedroom.

You stared down at the note with an etch of confusion that you knew you knew you shouldn’t really have felt. From what you had learnt about the vigilante, this hardly seemed out of character. Kate was gone and the only trace she had left that she had ever stayed on your sofa was the note on your coffee table where her gun had been. You had anticipated that when she eventually left you wouldn’t get a goodbye, but you hadn’t expected it to be so soon. Sure, she was stable and yes she was a less than convenient house guest, but you were undeniably concerned for the vigilante.

Thanks for patching me up, doc. See you around ;) -K

You wondered if she really did have the intention to come and see you again but quickly dismissed that thought, knowing that if Kate did come back to your apartment, it would be with another injury for you to deal with and not just for the pleasure of your company. You were entirely right. It was almost two months later when you found Kate in your apartment again.

“I thought you said you had other paramedics to bother,” you huffed as you shut your apartment door and threw your bag to the side, missing your coat rack by a metre.

“Are you drunk?” Kate interrogated with a frown as she watched you make your unsteady way towards her.

“It’s friday night,” you shrugged. “I do have a life you know,” you mumbled as you knelt before where Kate was sitting on your sofa to see the wound of her calf she had exposed. Gunshot wound.

“Miraculously. How did you not freeze to death in that getup?” She quipped as she took in your band tee and ripped jeans.

“After everything I do for you, you always have something to say about my clothes,” you grumbled. Kate smirked as she watched you sort through everything she had raided your bathroom of, half considering leaving to find a paramedic that was sober. “You don’t need stitches this time,” you commented so Kate decided to stay and entertain herself. “And you’re lucky I didn’t bring that girl home,” you continued as you began to clean her calf.

“Oh yeah?” Kate pushed with interest.

“Oh yeah, there could be someone else on this sofa right now,” you said somewhat proudly.

“Then how come there’s not?” She asked as she watched you work, thinking to herself that she could grow used to the sight of you kneeling in front of her.

“My friend got wasted so I wanted to make sure she got home okay,” you recalled. “So now I won’t be getting laid tonight.” Kate hummed.

“Ask nicely and we’ll see,” the raven haired woman shrugged. You scoffed as you finished up, ignoring the unfairly attractive smirk playing on Kate’s lips.

“You’re funny,” you disregarded as you felt your blood rush to your cheeks.

When you emerged from the bathroom to put everything back where Kate had grabbed it from, you noticed her lacing her boots back on, apparently ready to leave. “There’s no need to stay the night this time,” she shrugged. That was true and she was the single most irritating guest you had ever had, but you had somewhat wished she would stick around a bit longer. Kate was annoying as hell, but also had her moments of being amusing to be around. Not to mention she was certainly easy on the eyes and you wouldn’t object to seeing a glimpse of her muscles again. You definitely just needed to get laid.

“Do you want me to turn around so you can sneak out again?” You quipped.

“I thought I’d be generous and let you watch me go,” she replied with a wink as stood.

“Generous would be wearing a tighter fitting outfit,” you fired back just as easily before turning back to your room. “Until next time, Kate,” you waved over your shoulder, missing how her eyes watched your figure go.

The next time you saw Kate, it wasn’t in your apartment, it was while you were working. It certainly wasn’t a situationship you had ever visualised playing out and if you had it would have been through a nightmare instead of one of the occasional daydreams you had of her.

“Fuck, maybe if we just offer this guy to them they’ll go,” your coworker called out from the opposite side of the room where he hid behind an upturned sofa.

“Absolutely not,” you snapped as you continued to attempt to stop the bleeding of the man lying unconscious by you.

“L/n, this guy might be just as bad as them. It’s him or us,” your coworker continued until another rain of bullets fired across the apartment. It wouldn’t be long before they finally broke into the house and realistically, you predicated it would happen before the cops showed up. You cursed to yourself, weighing the options that you should never have had to. “I didn’t sign up for this,” he continued to groan.

More demands came from outside the house in a language you couldn’t identify or hope to understand. You didn’t have much more time to ponder it though, because the door burst open and three men charged inside. You squeezed your eyes shut at the sight of the heavy guns just a couple feet from you, waiting for the inevitable. However, instead of feeling the bullets tear through your body, you heard the yelling turn into distressed cries and the striking sound of a blade piercing the air then flesh.

You peered up, relieved at the sight of Kate, or the ronin, cutting the intruders down with impressive ease and precision. Her skills were enchanting to witness, even if they did cause a bloody end to those she fought but you had little sympathy for them. In a matter of moments, the intruders lay dead at Kate’s feet just as the sirens came into proximity. Kate glanced back at you briefly, reading the thank you from your lips, before leaving with swift haste.

“You’re welcome,” Kate said as you stepped through your main door. You barely glanced in the direction of where she stood in the kitchen, helping herself to the beer from your fridge.

“That was crazy,” you sighed as you sauntered to the kitchen and took the beer out of Kate’s hands to take a swig.

“Hey, I earned that,” she told you so you placed it back in her hands. “And now we’re even. You saved my life and I saved yours.” She told you matter of factly.

“I also dealt with your leg,” you pointed out as you grabbed one of the microwaveable meals you kept for the days like that where you couldn’t be bothered to cook. “And bought extra supplies for you, let you stay the night, eat my food and drink,” you continued as you punched in the numbers and let the appliance start cooking.

“Want me to buy you flowers?” Kate asked with a raised brow as she leant back on the counter. You rolled your eyes with a poorly concealed smile.

“I want to destress after that shit show,” you said simply.

“I could help with that,” she suggested lowly, taking a step towards you with that mischievous look in her eye.

“Yeah? You wanna go run me a bath?” You questioned as you watched Kate draw closer.

“I had the bedroom in mind,” she said far too slyly as she stepped into your space and placed a hand on the counter behind you to trap you in place.

“You seem comfortable here,” you whispered. No need to shout when your lips were an inch away from hers.

“So do you,” she bit back, adamant on having the last word as she cupped your chin and closed the gap between you.

She tasted of the beer she had stolen but also something that was uniquely and indescribably Kate. You didn’t know her very well. You didn’t know her body, her scent or her taste, but at that moment of contact you swore you would learn every inch of her and judging by the way her free hand gripped your waist, Kate felt that same need.

“You want this?” She asked between breathless kisses. You merely moaned in approval when she slipped her tongue between your lips and gripped onto her collar to immerse yourself deeper.

“Fuck me,” you told her as you took the hand on your waist and guided it to the waistband of your trousers. She watched you with darkened eyes as you pushed her hand past the fabric to feel the thin cloth between her skin and yours. Kate groaned lowly as she met the damp material, pushing you further into the kitchen counter as you withdrew your hand to let her do as she pleased.

“Eyes on me, pretty girl,” the vigilante demanded as she teased your covered lips. “You’re so wet. You know, if you wanted me to fuck you this bad, all you had to do was ask,” she smirked, You had just enough defiance left in you to retort but never got the chance because Kate slipped two fingers inside yu without another word, admiring the shock and lust in your locked eyes as she did so.

“Kate,” you whined as she wasted no time in pumping her digits steadily into you.

“You feel so good wrapped around me,” she told you with a smirk that only made you wetter. She didn’t miss your body’s response, feeling you clench as she fingered you faster and delved into your depths deep enough to make your head spin. She was working your body with an eager haste as she watched carefully for what made you react in the ways she searched for.

“So responsive,” she muttered to herself more than you. You didn’t respond, too focused on how perfectly her fingers fit inside you and how she was suddenly able to find that hidden gem that made you cry out.

“Don’t stop,” you pleaded, clinging to Kate tighter as she happily complied.

“Open up a bit more, baby,” Kate coached. You did and the wet sounds from between your legs were amplified next to your moans. “So good,” the older woman praised as she began to toy with your neglected clit. You bucked into her hand at the contact, unable to stop yourself until Kate placed you firmly back down with a strong hold. The simple display of power was easy to submit to.

“M’gonna cum,” you told the archer as you constricted on her digits you wanted to keep inside. Unfortunately, Kate had other ideas and withdrew her fingers from your soaked cunt as abruptly as she had begun.

“Bedroom,” she simply ordered before you could object and delivered a firm smack to your ass as you stumbled through the apartment and landed on your bed when Kate pushed your back.

“You’ve got too many clothes on,” she said with an etch of frustration as you turned onto your back.

“So have you,” you countered as you gazed at the dark leather suit. She did look hot in it, but you wanted to see all of her. Kate smiled in response as though you had made an endearing request and pulled your trousers and underwear off. She positioned you up the bed comfortably as she began to plant wet kisses across your legs, biting on the sensitive skin of your thighs with a grin.

Just as she neared where you needed her the most, she hauled you up and immediately strippedyou of your shirt and bra. In all honesty, you weren’t sure how to get Kate’s suit off and it didn’t seem like she was about to share. Instead, as she left light bruises in the valley between your breasts, you reached under her suit to scratch at her abs. They flexed under your touch and Kate made a noise deep in her throat. Your eyes were entrapped in her own as she made her way back down your body and settled between your legs, still fully clothed while you lay naked and desperate beneath her.

Tangling your fingers through her dark locks, you gazed down at the beautiful vigilante as she kissed your pussy, eager and open mouthed. “You taste so good, sweetheart,” she told you, flattening her tongue to truly savour the wetness she had caused. She moaned with you, sending sweet vibrations through every buzzing nerve in your system as she sought to make you come undone with her mouth. The sight alone of her face buried between your legs and peering up at you was enough to drive you wild.

Kate was arrogant about it, smirking against you as you called her name like a prayer, more than ready to tease you about it the next time you met.

She was insatiable in the way she fucked you, barely giving herself a chance to breathe as if your taste was more important. When she did pause briefly, it was to spit directly on your pussy as she watched you, like she wanted to add to the mess you had become.

“Good fucking girl,” Kate hummed and slipped her tongue inside you. “You look so precious when you squirm,” she commented as she noted your desperation as you became increasingly submerged in the pleasure. Kate gripped your thighs as she buried her tongue deep in your cunt, flexing the muscle as best she could to explore you.

You throbbed in Kate’s mouth, all too immersed in what she was doing to your body and the way she coached you to your climax again, this time with a more generous intent. “Cum for me, baby,” she ordered. You didn’t need more encouragement than that and yet Kate’s moans grew louder with your own as you came.

“Kate,” you whined as your entire body pulsed and shuddered.

“I know,” she replied as she let you ride out your orgasm with her tongue cleaning you up until you became too sensitive and pushed Kate away weakly.

With your eyes shut with exhaustion, you missed Kate working to pull down her suit trousers until she was making her way back towards you. “I’m gonna ride your face,” she told you matter of factly when you noticed her glistening cunt. You didn’t object and gripped what was uncovered of her thighs to bring her down to your awaiting mouth. She tasted heavenly. You barely noticed the rough material of her suit against your neck as you sucked on her throbbing clit. She was quieter than you, most likely wanting to keep her composure, but her arousal was clear with how she was practically dripping down your chin.

“That’s it,” she told you when she began to grind against your tongue and gave little consideration for your ability to breathe. Kate was so immersed in her pleasure that it felt as though she was merely using your body for that sole purpose and the thought drove you to suck on her harsher, needing Kate to get that relief from you.

The raven haired woman gripped onto the headboard like a lifeline as her hips moved wildly against your tongue, uttering the occasional breathy praise and flushing at the sight of your eagerness. “So willing to please, aren’t you?” She asked as if you could respond coherently.

You ignored the distant ache in your jaw when Kate’s moans became more erratic and doubled your efforts to provide her with the same bliss she had given you. “Yes, don’t stop,” she called out several times as she grinded against your face as though it was one of her own personal toys, cumming with a hitch to her breath and a sharp cry. The sight was one that would keep you up at night for the foreseeable future, envisaging the moment you made the vigilante fall apart.

Kate took her time riding out her high and peered down at you with an excited grin. “I wish I had my strap,” she muttered as moved to straddle your waist and run her hands down your torso before flipping you over.

You were about to tell her about what you had hidden in your closet when she offered something better. “But seeing how much you’ve been drooling over my abs,” she started with a well placed cockiness, “you can ride them instead,” Kate instructed as she pulled the suit up enough to expose her lower stomach and pulled you flush against her.

#marvel #dark!marvel #kate bishop #kate bishop smut #kate bishop imagine #kate bishop x reader #gxg marvel

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domripley · 4 months

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Taking a few requests for the following:

Dom Natasha

Dark Natasha

Dom Yelena

Dark Yelena

Dom Kate

Dark Kate

Dom Carol

Dark Carol

#I’ll take a few requests #dom carol danvers #dark Carol danvers #dom natasha romanoff #dark natasha romanoff #dark yelena belova #dom yelena belova #dark kate bishop #dom kate bishop #kate bishop x reader #carol danvers x reader #Natasha romanoff x reader #yelena belova x reader

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ghostofthedarkhold · 7 months

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symbiotic daydream

pairing: venom!kate bishop x fem!reader

she/her pronouns are used, and mentions of the reader wearing a dress.

word count: 3.4k (3428)

warnings: dark kate, venom forcing kate to think dark thoughts, obsession, stalking, kinda dub-con kissing but not really, no actual smut, groping, suggestive content/language.

a/n: I was going to include smut but this fic really got away from me so if yous like it then I’ll probably do a pt.2 at some point with smut :)

so yeah, surprise, i am doing kinktober this year. however i done absolutely horrible at completing my masterlist last year so this time around im just going to post monster fucking fics as i please with no official masterlist. enjoy!

Symbiotes in the modern world are few and far between, but it’s no secret that some people have the parasitic creatures leeching on their brain, a passenger in their mind. Most people avoid the people that are bonded to the inky creatures that cause cities to run red with blood and pleasure, others hunt them out after an initial encounter with them, obsessed with the ecstasy they had only been given a crumb of. Rumours of the symbiotes' destruction are nothing new to Kate, something her mother had warned her of for her whole life, their wants corrupting the minds of those they inhibit, but she’d never come across one herself, and while part of her was always curious to see them other than on the news, she was mostly thankful for it. That was, until one latched onto her.

Venom made himself known almost immediately after latching onto the young college student, plaguing her mind with thoughts of sadism, of having girls under her, begging her for mercy that she would never grant. Pushing those thoughts out of her mind, Venom began trying to persuade her with other things. Pleasure. Overwhelming amounts of pleasure brought upon her victims, making them beg and scream for her. These thoughts were much more difficult for the young archer to shake off. A young, hormonal, and, quite frankly, already insatiable Kate Bishop with never-ending thoughts of sex? She was done for long before she ever accepted, or even realised, it. But she was capable of holding back. Until she saw you.

She first saw you walking out of the movie theatre with some friends. You were tugging down your dress that had ridden up your thighs from sitting in the theatre chair for the past few hours, and Venom was practically screaming at her, trying to force her limbs forward, to stride over to you and pull your dress up your hips instead of allowing you to move it further down. She was able to stop herself, just barely. But without even knowing it, from that moment forward, you had Kate Bishop in your trap.

She was sly, following behind wherever you went without you even knowing it. Stalking behind you in the street, swinging from rooftop to rooftop with the help of Venom’s neverending slick webs of ink, watching you from across the street while you danced and drank in bars, went from store to store on your weekly shopping trip, snuggled in comfortably for the night in the assumed safety of your own bed. You had completely, wholly taken over Kate’s life without ever having met her. Every time she sat down to study she couldn’t do anything but scribble down your name and draw sketches of you from memory in her, admittedly amature and flawed, art style, every time she drew her bow she couldn’t help but picture her arrow sinking into the flesh and piercing the heart of whoever she saw you with last, a crush, a friend, even a stranger you may had just been giving directions to, they were all the same to Kate, undeserving of even being in the same vicinity as you. When she finally cracked and leaned into her new role as your very own, personal stalker and did some idle snooping online, finding out that you were enrolled at the same college as her, everything became much, much worse. Finding out which classes you took, Kate mangled and stretched her schedule out as much as she was able to until she finally managed to land herself a spot in three out of five of your classes, which was honestly more than the brunette had hoped for when she sent out her email, requesting, practically begging for, her new classes.

Kate sat a few rows directly behind you in the partially empty lecture halls, at first content to watch the back of your head and the way you furiously scribbled down notes in attempt to keet up with your various professors ramblings, but eventually that no longer satisfied her need to be near you, she needed to know you. So, with her heart thudding out of chest like that time she tried to ask her crush in middle school to the winter dance, and Venom’s crazed and incessant cheering clattering around in her brain, instead of taking her usual seat, she stopped a few rows ahead than she normally would in Professor Maximoff’s class and slid in the seat beside you, nearly sending your normal seat partner tumbling to the floor. But when your eyes found hers and you gave her that sweet smile she had watched you give others, for months pleading with the universe for it to be directed at her, followed by a shy greeting, Kate no longer worried about the boy she had practically rugby-tackled to the ground. Honestly, the entire world could have imploded at that very second, and as long as you were in a protective bubble and gave her that same smile again, Kate would die happier than she ever had been, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold Venom back any longer.

She let him take the lead in her obsession, looking into every part of your life that the internet had to offer. She found where you grew up, details of your family, your favourite books and movies, anything she could squeeze out. Kate was sure that the universe wanted you to be hers when she got the notification that you had accepted her request to your private instagram, the one away from the prying eyes of your parents. Abandoning any shred of reason or dignity she had left, Kate got about an hour of sleep that night due to her endless scrolling of your instagram and any photos you were tagged in, Venom getting particularly rowdy when she came by a picture of you in a bikini on one of your friends accounts.

Kate’s plan to have you was set in motion the very next day, innocently asking you questions about yourself, ignoring the lecture and Professor Romanoff’s harsh warning glares. She learned a lot more about you than the internet ever could have given her, and you in turn learned some facts about Kate. You talked about your famile lives, Kate telling you that she was an only child who was raised by her mother, about hobbies, music, anything and everything Kate could absorb about you, and she cursed how the time flew by when Professor Romanoff informed the class that the lecture was over. Kate begrudgingly packed up her things, trying to take in as much of you as possible, as if she wouldn’t see you the very next morning. She slowly stood up when she noticed you had finished cramming your things into your backpack, and stood up to leave, but her footsteps came to an abrupt stop when you spat out a hurried invite to go to a bar with you and your friends that night. Kate spun around slowly, sure that she couldn’t have possibly heard you right, and she watched for a moment as you chewed on your lower lip, fighting over if you had made the right decision. But before you could retract the invitation in a hurried apology about how you hardly knew each other, ignoring the fact that you were ceratin you had told Kate every note-worthy thing about yourself in the last hour, Kate agreed. Her hands were shoved into her jacket pockets to prevent her from pumping her first in victory as you quickly scribbled down the address and time on a discarded piece of paper from a random students desk. Kate quickly made a grab for it as soon as your pencil had left the page, looking at it as if it were the Holy Grail, and to Kate, it was. She promised you that she would be there, the brunette already imagining seeing you that night, away from the stuffiness of the lecure halls, before sending you one last longing look and leaving you standing alone by your desk, watching her leave.

What Kate was unaware of was that you had your eye on her for weeks. Not nearly to the degree that Kate wanted you, but the second that you heard Professor Maximoff call out her name, you were looking her up on the schools website on your phone under the desk, intrigued by the new face showing up halfway through the semester. Your eyes nearly buldged out of their sockets when one of the first things you saw, aside from her grinning student ID picture, was Kate with a bow in her hands, looking as it was the most natural thing for the weapon to be there, with muscles straining against her long, fitted sleeves as she drew back her arrow, the headline under it detailing that she had brought another archery trophy home to the college. After that, your deep dive down the rabbit hole that was Kate Bishop was long and thorough, scouring through every mention in the schools website and news article - after ashemedly staring at her arms and hands on every picture for a good five minutes before eventually managing to tear yourself away. After weeks of pining after the star athlete, clinging to her every word when she answered a question or commented on the syllabus, or really anything she said, you could hardly believe your luck when she sat down next to you, your tunnel vision focused on the object of your latest fantasies not allowing you to feel worry for the boy that she elbowed away.

Kate was ecstatic that night as she pushed her way through the door of the bar, nervously tugging on the tie hung loosely around her neck. Venom had been berating her all night over her nerves, Kate rolling her eyes like a petulant child every time. He was right, of course. The deck was completely stacked in Kate’s favour, knowing every detail about you to make you putty in her hands, Still, she couldn’t help the anxiety nagging away at the back of her mind, as if she was about to go on a first date, worrying about impressions and the way she was dressed.

Kate could swear that all of the oxygen was sucked out of the room the second she saw you. You were dressed to the nine’s, especially for the dingy bar that you so regularly frequented, and there was a small bloom of hope within Kate that you had dressed up just for her. You certainly had never put so much effort in any other night you went out, and as far as Kate could see, she was the only change to your night.

Newfound confidence overtook Kate as she strode over to where you and your friends were clustered at the bar, unable to fight off her smirk as you immediately pulled your arm away from where it was slung around one of your friends shoulders, pulling the taller woman into a tight hug.

“You came!” You cheered, overjoyed at Kate’s arrival before pulling away from her, much to Kate’s disappointment, with a blush staining your cheeks, embarrassed at your sudden outburst of affection towards the girl you had only first talked to that afternoon, and Venom was quick to fill Kate’s thoughts of all the other things she could do to bring that redness to your face in other ways.

“Told you I would,” she smiled down at you instead.

It’s a miracle that Kate heard you ask her if she wanted a drink over the 80’s rock music playing from a corner somewhere, the conversations of different patrons that had all blended into one another, and the depraved thoughts clouding her mind. She stuttered out her usual drink order and you skipped off to find a bartender to make it for her, leaving Kate alone with your friends. She knew who they all were, of course, having fantised about watching the light leave most of their eyes after getting too close to you for Kate’s liking. Some looked at her with curiosity, while others with disdain, and Kate wondered why exactly it was that you invited her there.

“We could kill them all before anyone in here could even blink.”

Internally hissing at Venom to shut up, Kate turned her attention back to you. She spun around, completely ignoring the question one of your friends had finally voiced to her. She watched as you leaned over the bar, giggling at something the server had said to you, completely oblivious to the way the angle allowed Kate’s stare to hungrily devour the inches of cleavage that there exposed, angling herself to see down your dress as far as she could. Venom was screaming at her, screeching that now was the time to make their move. And for once, she listened to him.

You weren’t even aware of Kate’s determined gaze set on you, or the heavy foot falls of her boots against the wooden floor, until her hand wrapped around your bicep in a vice grip, dragging you away from whatever conversation that apparently was so hilarious the bartender was clutching his side. Kate promised Venom that they would see his blood before the night was over.

You made a sound of protest as you looked up to see that it was Kate who was dragging you across the bar, making a beeline for the exit. “Wh- Kate, what are you doing?” You questioned, tugging on your arm to try and free it from her bruising grip.

“I need to talk to you,” Kate all but growled out, dragging you through the door to the bar and into the cold New York night air, your short romper doing nothing to protect you from the bitter frost of the oncoming winter.

It was difficult enough having to watch you drape yourself over your friends from afar, watching through windows or scrolling through social media, sure that at least three of them wanted you, or at the very least wanted to fuck you, but watching it mere feet away from her was harder than Kate had predicted, Venom bringing out her baser instincts until all she wanted to do was press you against the nearest surface and claim you as hers and the symbiote’s marking you in front of everyone, anyone who had ever just layed eyes on you. She needed all of New York to know who you belonged to. But, despite Venom egging her on, even trying to take front seat and force her body into the movements, Kate couldn’t bring herself to do it. So, she settled for the next best thing, dragging you into the alley that was cracked between the bar and the next building.

Your questions didn’t cease until your back collided with the hard stone wall of the alley, Kate’s hard body caging you in, and she wasted no time crashing her mouth to yours.

It took a second for you to react, for your mind to process the sudden changes, but as soon as you did you were pressing yourself against Kate as much as you were able to, your hands coming up to her hair and tangling in her raven locks.

The kiss was a fight for dominance that Kate quickly won, slamming your arched back against the wall again, using your surprised and slightly pained yelp to allow her tongue to invade your mouth. You let her taste you, let her consume all of you, and it was the first time within your presence that Kate let her dams break and venom to slip through. She felt the slickness of his ‘flesh’ run down her arm, coating it, looking as if she had dipped it in a vat of tar. Kate’s hair moulded itself in your hands, although you were too preoccupied to notice, the already black locks flowing freely around her. It was only when you both pulled apart, the need for air separating you, that your eyes met hers and you saw that Kate’s were taken over by white.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Kate whispered to you, drawing circles where her hand had landed on you hip in an attempt to soothe you, feeling that Venom was breaking free and that you could clearly see that, but her voice was warped. The words were all Kate, Venom’s eagerly encouraging her to continue with the previous activities, but the voice that said them was broken and deeper, and it wasn’t the one you had swooned over a mere ten minutes ago.

“Kate, let go of me,” your voice was smaller, the cheerfulness replaced by fear. You had no idea what was wrong with Kate, but you had no intention of sticking around to find out.

“No,” the voice was harsher now, more deformed, as Kate and Venom both fought for the chance to speak, Kate’s biceps straining as she pushed you up against the wall more firmly, holding your hips in an unbreakable clamp. Any softness that was there before was gone in an instant. You watched as Kate allowed Venom to take the reigns and she ground up against you.

Closing in on you, her body caging you in and leaving nowhere for you to run, Kate moved one of her hands from your hip, up your body, until she got to the neckline of your romper, yanking it down and revealing the lace of your bra.

Kate pawed at your breasts over your bra, and even with her pupils and iris’ gone you could feel her eyes drinking you in.

“So fucking pretty,” you didn’t like the relief that coursed through you when it was purely Kate’s voice that reached your ears. Despite your desperation to run out of the alley and never see her again, her own voice much less terrifying that the distorted sound of Kate and Venom melding together

“All those people looking at you. Shit, baby, wanted to watch my arrows crack into their skull,” Kate’s tone was soft and tender, as if the words were meant to comfort and woo you, but they sent a shock of fear down your spine, the thought of Kate killing someone over you paralysing your every muscle, and Kate accentuated her point with roughly pulling your bra down, freeing your breasts, and you winced at the wire of your bra digging into the soft skin of your sides. “So, so pretty,” Kate repeated, her gaze devouring you whole. “And all mine.”

“Ours,” Venom immediately hissed in her ear, his screeching grating against her brain. “You would have never had her like this if it wasn’t for me.”

Kate just rolled her eyes, ignoring the symbiote, which most definitely didn’t rub him the right way, and you were sure the next words, in a different voice than the last two, came from someone other than Kate entirely.

“I could kill the archer and have you to all to myself.”

That voice was quickly crammed far in the back of Kate’s head, and any movement from her stopped entirely, her hands simply resting on your tits, her entire weight focused on smushing you against the wall behind you as a look of anger twisted its way onto Kate’s face. She was having a war inside her head that you were not privy to.

Minutes passed, and you began to wonder if Kate was going to keep you like this all night, pressed against the wall of an alleyway, breasts on display for any passerby who took a few steps into the shadows, with Kate towering silently above you.

You finally found it in yourself to try and wriggle out of Kate’s grasp, and this is what seemed to wake her from her stupor, her focus snapping back to you.

“Don’t listen to him, baby,” you fought back a cry of relief when Kate’s voice replaced the monstrous one that seemed to have dragged her into her subconscious. You weren’t exactly sure who he was, but you decided that you would much rather have Kate at the forefront than him. “He won’t take me away from you, not ever. No one’s gonna ever separate us again.”

Kate wasn’t sure when it was that she decided to keep you by her side from now on. As soon as she walked into the bar? When she saw you laughing with the bartender? When she felt your lips against hers for the first time? She really didn’t know, but she had decided, and, unbeknownst to you, a future without Kate by your side no longer existed.

#c: kate bishop #dark fic #dark kate bishop #my writing #mcu #kate bishop x reader #venom #dark venom #c: venom #s: venomkate #vemom x reader #sort of #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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crescent-witch · 2 years

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season of the witch

ship: soft!dark!wanda x reader x dark-ish!kate

summary: wanda gets kate every birthday present she could possibly ever think of, including you.

warnings: kidnapping, dub-con/non-con, degradation, praise, dark!dom!wanda, switch!kate, sub!reader, light pet play, pet names, magical restraints, magic use, manipulation via wanda’s magic, magic strap, magic cum, tentacle strap, mommy kink, magic gag ig | MINORS DNI

word count: 3.1k

a/n: this fic is so self indulgent im sorry 💀 this took my an embarrassingly long time to write

The smell of something cooking is what woke you from your heavy sleep. The smell was rich and heady. A stew, you hoped, as the aroma both made your stomach growl and your head dizzy while you struggled to fully open your eyes.

The world was a blur of colours and shapes, nothing going into focus as you tried to make out where you were. You noted that you could make out a lot of green, and brown. Perhaps somewhere in the forest, you thought, attempting to smell flowers or damp soil, anything past whatever was cooking nearby.

You groaned as your head lulled back, the dull ache fading but still present as you screwed your eyes shut, blocking out whatever dream you seemed to be having. You tried to lift your arms from the armrests of the chair you were sitting in to rub at your eyes, but they refused to budge, tied down by some kind of rope or strap. You didn’t have to try and move your feet to guess that they were the same.

The sound of heavy footsteps is what caused you to quickly open your eyes again, head shooting up as your vision suddenly cleared.

“Oh good, you’re awake!” A soft voice cheered, and you turned your head to the sound. The breath was knocked from your lungs when you saw the redhead standing before you. The woman’s face was framed with bright red hair, draping down to her waist in a stark contrast to the black dress and boots she wore. She was unlike any woman you had seen in your small town, dark clothes and satanic symbols adorning her jewellery aside, you had never witnessed someone levitate a bowl of stew, as she was doing now.

“Hello, dear,” she smiled softly at you. “I’m Wanda.”

“Hi,” you croaked out, words failing you. It was ridiculous, you thought at that moment. This woman, who had presumably kidnapped you, was rendering you speechless with a pretty face and kind smile.

“Mm,” Wanda hummed in appreciation and admiration as her hand reached out towards you, the other still glowing with wisps of red and keeping the hot bowl afloat in the air. Her hand landed on your cheek, fingers languidly stroking your cheek as her smile shifted, twisting into something more of a smirk.

“Go on sweetheart, eat up,” she encouraged as she moved away from you, and you missed her body's warmth before the bowl of stew landed in your lap, and you would’ve winced in pain from the heat if it wasn’t for the overwhelming draft flowing through the house she had brought you to. “You need all your strength for later,” Wanda reached for the small spoon sat in the bowl and lifted the spook of the rich brown sauce to your mouth.

You didn’t question what Wanda wanted from you, just allowing yourself to lean into the comfort of her caring for you. After all, incessant questions annoyed Wanda, so she allowed her magic to deep into your mind and steer you away from them.

“Such a good girl,” Wanda crooned at you. The words snapped you out of your haze, common sense finally taking over you as you realised the situation you were in.

“I-I don’t understand,” you stuttered out, fighting against the heavy fog settling in your mind. “I want to go home.”

“Oh, no detka,” Wanda pouted. “You’re going to stay here with me. Such a precious little thing can’t be left all alone.”

You knew fighting against the fuzziness in your head was futile, but you still struggled and refused to give in. You weren’t that weak, were you? This woman had kidnapped you, for fucks sake! You were sure you could resist her stunning smile and gentle words long enough to escape.

You were, of course, terribly wrong.

Wanda could feel your mind fighting against her and she increased her magic tenfold, drowning you in thoughts of her, of staying in the little cabin for the rest of your days.

“No,” you whimpered pathetically with a small shake of your head, looking up at Wanda with pleading eyes.

“Hush, little one,” she murmured to you, running a hand through your hair and you leaned into her touch, closing your eyes as you allowed Wanda’s magic to take hold of you. “Good girl malyshka, such a well behaved girl.”

You preened under Wanda’s praise as your eyes lazily opened, swirls of scarlet an evident sign of Wanda’s magic.

You and Wanda were broken out of your trance by a loud crash coming from upstairs, followed by a “shit!” and a set of footsteps thundering down the stairs.

“Wandaaa!” You heard a voice call, a second later a brunette swerved into the room, narrowly dodging a small table with a lamp on it before her eyes landed on you.

The girl’s eyes widened in shock as she spotted you, tied to one of the kitchen chairs, dopily smiling at Wanda as she fed you.

“Kate honey, please be careful. We don’t want another hospital visit, do we?” Wanda warned her, not sparing the girl, Kate, another glance as she held another spoonful of food out to you again, which you took gladly.

“Wanda..what the fuck,” Kate was well aware that the woman who had taken her under her wing wasn’t exactly the Patron Saint of Ethics. In the past two years being Wanda’s..well, Wanda’s pet, Kate had learned that the witch didn’t shy away from getting her hands a little bloody, especially for what she deemed was the greater good. Kate started off as Wanda’s mentee, until the redhead gave up on the hope of her husband, Vision, returning. And that’s when her and Kate’s relationship developed into what it was that day you were taken, one fueled by a twisted need for one another.

Wanda never loved Kate, not like that. And despite the void that Wanda and Kate filled for each other, Wanda could sense that her young apprentice was becoming lonely. And that's where she figured you could come in.

“Oh, Katie,” Wanda pouted, disappointed. “You’ve ruined your surprise! You weren't supposed to see her until your birthday.”

While Kate’s birthday was in a couple days, she didn’t expect a kidnapping to be on the agenda.

“What the fuck did you do?!”

“Watch your language,” Wanda scolded her, furrowing her eyebrows as she turned to Kate for the first time, who hung her head as a brief sense of guilt took over her.

“Sorry, mommy,” Kate whispered, still so confused and scared.

Wanda sighed as she stood up, wandering away from you as she reached out for Kate, taking Kate’s cold hands in hers.

“I thought you could use a little toy, you know, to have some fun with, take your stress out on,” Wanda smiled, happy with her plan as she moved behind Kate to rest her chin on the younger girl’s shoulder, moving her closer to you. “I know you miss being in control sometimes, puppy,” the name nearly made Kate stumble, her knees going weak. There were many things Wanda was proud of ingraining into Kate over their time together, but one of her favourite was the way she knew every corner of the archers mind, how to make her give in instantly.

It was true, Kate did sometimes long to be in control. Not of Wanda, but the brunette was slowly coming to terms with the fact that she wouldn’t be fully content to just sub for Wanda, no matter how much she denied it at first. But she had no clue Wanda would go this far.

“Go on, say hello,” Wanda encouraged Kate, grinning as she stumbled towards you. Kate’s toe caught the edge of a loose floorboard, sending her tumbling towards you. Throwing her arms out to catch herself, not looking where they landed. Kate prayed for the ground to swallow her up whole as she looked at her hands, one planted firmly just above your breast and the other gripping the arm of the chair. If you weren’t already trapped in the chair, you would be with Kate towering over you, her face inches away from yours.

“Oh, god…” Kate groaned, a blush staining her cheeks as she quickly removed her hands, looking down in embarrassment as she shuffled away from you.

“Aww, look at your little slut, Katie,” Wanda giggled happily, turning Kate’s chin up to see you. Kate nearly whined when she saw you in a similar state, blush spreading down to your neck as you struggled to not react to the ghost of the handprint left behind. “She loved it.”

Short-lived confidence taking over Kate, she moved towards you again, her movements more predatory as her boots thumped against the hardwood with every step. She tilted your chin up to look her in the eyes, and you desperately tried not to whimper at her hungry gaze.

You knew it was wrong, so completely wrong. These two women, strangers, taking control over your entire being. But you couldn’t stop it. Wanda’s magic had taken hold of you, wrapping around your mind and soul like vines, growing and poisoning, consuming you. And you didn’t want them to ever stop.

“She’s so pretty,” Kate murmured. “Such a pretty girl,” the attention from the brunette had your cheeks heating up, eyes cast down in an attempt to avoid Kate’s gaze.

No longer quiet, a noise that was damn near a moan ripped through you.

Kate was still unsure in her movements, her hand moving down from your chin, trailing past your neck until it once again landed on your breast. “Is this okay?” She asked, nervous as her hand dipped beneath your shirt, reaching towards your bra-covered tits.

“Uh huh,” you nodded, head thrown back as the pleasure of Kate’s hands on you overtook you so quickly. “Please.”

“Not yet,” Wanda told Kate as her hands ventured further up your torso, palming the sides of your breasts. With another flick of her wrist the roped fell away from your wrists and ankles slithering and writhing like snakes.

“Come on, pup. Let’s have some fun with your new little toy.”

You started to complain as you felt Kate’s hands leave your body briefly before encircling you in them, lifting you to her chest as she stood. Your legs quickly wrapped around her waist, the shorts you were wearing riding up in the process. Your arms quickly gripped Kate’s biceps, fighting to maintain balance, but the hard muscle underneath your fingertips assured you that you were in no danger of being dropped.

You hadn’t noticed Kate’s muscle at first, but with the way the muscles of her strong arms rippled and stained as she flexed them, her tank top leaving little to the imagination, you decided the title of daddy definitely suited her.

“You’re gripping me so tight, huh, baby? Don’t worry, I won’t drop you,” Kate cooed in your ear, sending a chill throughout your system. Your shudders didn’t go unnoticed by her, causing her to smirk as she kicked a door to a room and let you go as she walked into the room.

You screw your eyes shut, preparing for the impact of the fall, but instead being met by the softness of a mattress underneath you. You slowly opened your eyes to see Kate towering over you, tank top already removed to reveal her sports bra underneath, and watching the way her muscles contort with her every movement distracted you from the witch sneaking up to you from your other side until you felt Wanda’s hand land on your stomach, trailing downwards.

“Such a good whore,” Wanda said as her hand dipped into your shorts, smirking at the way your legs instinctively spread open and she stole your attention away from Kate momentarily. “You want mommy’s fingers inside you, honey?”

“Mommy,” you whined, bucking your hips up as Wanda’s fingers made contact with your covered clit and she began rubbing slow and harsh circles there.

Bucking your hips into Wanda’s hand, you could feel yourself leaking through your shorts. But, much to your dismay, Wanda removed her hand when loud moans began to leave your mouth.

Your hips lifted off the bed, trying to chase Wanda’s hand, but red wisps floated around you and were suddenly pinning you to the mattress.

“Patience, “ Wanda warned you, her harsh glare bore into you as her magic kept your head in place. “I want Kate to have the first turn with you.”

Your eyes flickered to Kate, unable to move your head with Wanda keeping you completely immobilised.

The brunette still leaned over you at the edge of the bed, unintentionally sending chills through you with her eyes staring into yours while she tried to avoid looking at your body, which Wanda was slowly unveiling, knowing all it would lead to is weak knees and blushing.

“Come on, Katie,” Wanda reached out for her hand, pulling Kate until she landed on the bed with a soft thud, laying sprawled across your stomach. She manoeuvred herself so her body was laying across yours, her face inches from yours.

Wanda’s fingers threaded through Kate’s hair, twisting the locks around her hand and yanking back, abruptly pulling Kate’s face away from yours.

Wanda’s hand trailed down Kate’s front, whispering soft words into her ear in another language that you could barely hear. The sentences were soothing, a lullaby of sorts, to you, and they had you relaxing into the soft cotton of the bed and sinking deeper into submission underneath the two women.

Wanda’s hand stopped short of where Kate was dripping from, red swirling from her fingertips as the magic entrapped Kate’s thighs in its strong hold, black material sewing itself under Wanda’s hand under nothing but a rather thick harness covered Kate’s body and something dangling from her which was obscured by Wanda’s hand, and you nearly cursed yourself for hoping it was something she would fill you up with. Although the intimate place it was didn’t leave much to the imagination.

You could see Kate’s nervous glances, thrown over her shoulder to Wanda who reassured her, smiling at Kate and guiding her hips towards yours, but by that point your too dumbed down brain couldn’t make much sense of anything until Kate’s strap was trialing through your folds.

The strap was flexible, the small ridges creating stimulation that made you want to beg for more within seconds, but as soon as your mouth opened Wanda’s magic was slithering inside, filling your mouth, gagging you and muffling any words or sounds.

“So pretty,” Wanda muttered as a string of drool trailed down your chin and small whimpers vibrated around her magic.

“Aw, I think the sweet thing’s trying to beg,” you nodded your head quickly, bucking your hips to emphasise your point.

“Go on then, pup. Give her what she wants,” Wanda encouraged.

Kate looked back at her with wide eyes as you whined for her.

“I-I don’t know how to-“

“Shh, it’s alright,” Wanda interrupted Kate’s whispers, gripping the brunette’s hips, surely leaving bruises for the next morning. “Just help your toy feel good.”

You moaned loudly as Kate held the end of her strap, directing the tip into your entrance.

“More, please,” your muffled begging filled Kate’s ears, and suddenly her entire strap was pushed inside you.

“Fuck,” Kate sighed, nearly falling against you if it wasn’t for Wanda’s hands on her.

“Can you feel that, Katie?” Wanda said in her ear, guiding Kate’s hips in rocking movements. “Did I forget to mention that little surprise?” Kate let out a strangled moan as you clenched around her. “It’s a magic strap, baby,” Wanda muttered against Kate as her mouth fell to Kate’s neck. “You can feel everything that your pretty little slut does to you.”

“Mommy,” Kate ground into you as she spoke to Wanda, nearly ignoring you completely aside from her strap inside your pussy.

“Shh, I have one more surprise for you both,” Wanda said, red coils floating from her and wrapping around Kate’s strap, seeping into the tentacle.

Kate wasn’t sure what Wanda had done until she heard your moans increase in volume, and saw her strap wiggling inside of you.

“The little princess will be cumming in no time.”

A blush stained Kate’s cheeks, knowing what the tentacle was doing inside of you as she rolled her hips, moving it in and out of you.

Stifled begging filled the room as a coil tightened in your stomach, the rush of your orgasm quickly approaching. Kate’s hips rocked faster, desperate for the feeling of your walls surrounding her.

“Come on, please, please,” Kate groaned, grunting as her thrusts picked up and her tentacle-like-cock slammed into you. “Cum, baby. Just cum. I need you, please.” Kate’s hand reached out, her fingers quickly finding your little ball of nerves, rubbing furiously, trying to draw your climax out of you.

“Fuck,” Kate moaned with you as the tentacle twisted inside your pussy with a mind of its own, filling every part of your core and hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. “Cum!”

And with a strangled scream your release washed over you, Wanda studying your face while Kate’s head was thrown back in pure ecstasy, reaching her peak seconds after you.

Hot cum spurted from crevices and holes in the tentacle and you tiredly sighed as it filled you up, cum leaking from both you and Kate as she collapsed against your chest, strap still buried in you, although it’s movements had stilled, and her hand had moved from your cliff to rest on your torso.

“Good girls,” Wanda whispered to you and Kate, dismounting from behind Kate to fall into bed beside you both, a sleepy look on Kate’s face while you were almost passed out. “You took it so well, angels.”

Kate hummed happily, shifting on top of you to get more comfortable, wet noises from where her strap was filling all of your ears, even from just that slight movement.

“Don’t wanna pull out,” Kate mumbled, burying her face in your neck as darkness lulled you towards sleep.

“It’s okay, detka. You don’t have to,” Wanda soothed her, hand coming up to stroke Kate’s hair, her fingers lightly scratching at her scalp. “Just relax and rest.”

Kate’s eyes fluttered in an attempt to stay awake, but she quickly succumbed to sleep and fell limp against you, Wanda gently shifting Kate’s body to stop her muscles from crushing you.

“Now everything is as it should be,” Wanda smiled at you, your eyelids illuminated with red as her magic did its work. Soon you would be just like Kate, if not worse. So obedient and dependent on her.

Just as Wanda wanted things to be.

#briar’s kinktober special 2022 #dark wanda maximoff #dark kate bishop #wanda x reader x kate #dark fic #c: wanda maximoff #c: kate bishop

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butterfly kisses | p.parker

[Warnings] dark!grey!peter parker x reader, innocent!little!reader, daddy!caregiver!peter, dominant x submissive, blackwidow!reader, avengers compound/young avengers au, ddlg, age regression, oral sex (female recieving), dubcon!! sex, mental manipulation, reader has ptsd, grooming?, unprotected sex, little editing

A/N: [model in banner is @/enchanted_noir, gif credit to @/defendingwarrior]

In which Peter finds out your little secret and takes advantage.

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Yelena was practically unstoppable, giving both Bucky and Sam a run for their money. She was faster than them, leaving them spinning whenever she rushed past them. They thought they had her at one point, Bucky’s vibranium arm wrapping around her neck. She was quick to bring her elbow back into his chest and then her fist to his groin. Bucky doubled over but Sam quickly approached with fists raised. She seemed to land all her punches but also take each one that Sam landed with the most grace you’d ever witnessed.

She tried to trip him, kicking her legs behind his own, but he brought her down with him. They rolled together before he had her pinned beneath him. She thrusted her lower body up, weakening his stance, before grabbing his own arm, pushing it against his chest and pushing him into the mat. As Sam’s head hit the ground hard, he’d clearly accepted defeat.

“The groin shots are cheap, Belova!” Bucky was still reeling in pain. She eyed you, a tired smirk on her face, as she took in her victory.

“It’s only fair. You’ve got a hundred pounds on me and I’ve got the ability to kick you in the balls,” You smiled at her words, watching as Yelena helped Sam off the ground.

You heard footsteps beside you and soon you were looking to your left as Peter Parker claimed the space beside you, “Did you see that?” The question became rhetorical as you noticed his wide eyes and the way he was staring at Yelena, “That was just the third round. So far Yelena’s in the lead.”

“Damn,” Peter cursed though it wasn’t very intimidating on his lips. You only really saw him as the kind, sweet guy who charitably helped you and Yelena adjust after moving to the new compound, “Are you gonna go next?”

You instantly shook your head although you realized your answer might seem strange considering the sports bra and leggings you were wearing. You’d put on workout clothes but hadn’t quite gotten the courage up to train yet, “Yelena is way better hand to hand than me,” It wasn’t a lie but you’d spent your entire life training hand to hand. You grew up in The Red Rom just like she had and were trained by the exact same people. You’d gone toe to toe with Yelena as well and you used to be able to hold your own with her.

The look on Peter’s face was curious, like he wanted to know more, but he didn’t press the specific topic, “I was gonna box and I’m in need of a sparring partner if you’d like to help me out,” That didn’t give you much room to turn him down so you nodded hesitantly.

You hadn’t told anyone, only Yelena vaguely knew how much you were frightened of the training room. This place wasn’t at all like the Red Room, you weren’t being beaten or mind controlled into submission. Despite all that, you were afraid of going into survival mode and never being able to escape it again.

“It’ll be low pressure, I’m way less intense than those guys,” Peter continued, placing a hand on your shoulder, as if he sensed your unease, “Plus, I need way more practice fighting without the webs. I get so used to being in the air sometimes that I forget how to manage on my feet.”

You followed him to the wall on the far right that held all the equipment. You eyed a set of white, 12 ounce fighting gloves but Peter stopped you before you could grab them, “First, jump rope,” He held two sets of jump rope in his hand. One set black and the other green, “What color?”

“I like green,” You admitted and that seemed to amuse him.

“Y/N!” You heard your name shouted across the room. You turned to see Yelena wrapping a towel around her neck, water bottle in hand, “I’m gonna go pass out but movie night later with Kate?”

You raised your thumb, “Enjoy your nap, I’ll see you later!”

“Enjoy Peter, I’ll see you later,” She winked very badly before she turned on her heel.

You turned back to Peter, your face warm with embarrassment, “She’s funny,” Peter commented.

“When she’s not being annoying,” You responded, taking both handles of the rope and stretching it out before you, “Annoyingly clever and annoyingly good at everything.”

Peter narrowed his eyes, “I heard Miss Nat recommended you both for positions in the new Avengers initiative.”

You shrugged, “So?”

“So, that means you’re probably annoyingly clever and good at everything too. You just haven’t shown everyone yet.”

“Maybe so,” Those words were all you’d give up to him. He probably had a point but this environment didn’t really allow for deep thinking for you. You thought you might turn around at any moment and see rows and rows of brainwashed agents behind you.

You followed his lead and his pace as he began to skip the rope. You weren’t in your best shape, you could feel it already, but you were keeping up. At first, you regretted choosing to stand directly in front of him but the eye contact slowly became less awkward, “This is kinda easy, Peter” You admitted.

“How. Are you. Speaking. So Easily?” Peter spoke through gasping breaths. Soon, you were increasing your pace as you felt you could go faster. You ended up going way faster than Peter, spinning in circles, as you tried cool tricks.

Peter was trying to keep up with your pace but eventually he had to stop, holding on to his knees as he tried to catch his breath. You slowed down soon after, not wanting to be any more of a show off, “So I was right,” He decided, “You’re good at that.”

You hated the work you used to do but you were reminded of how much you liked the adrenaline rush that came with being physically active. You were far from how you used to be but perhaps the world didn’t need another trained killer, just someone trying her best.

After your warm up, you and Peter went on to actual boxing. You went back and forth with one person holding the punching mitts while the other practiced combinations. This exercise reminded you of the time you lost to one of the other widows in a sparring match. You were taught the importance of being fast on your feet so your opponents blows can’t land effective blows as well as how to land an effective blow despite having a short reach. She made you chase her around the mat, exhausting you, so she could overtake you.

The punishment for the loser was always for every other widow to form a line and one by one land a punch to the loser’s stomach. You remembered the different colors of bruises that your stomach turned and how your mouth tasted like blood for days. The times when you were forced to hurt someone else were even more imprinted in your mind.

Peter realized you weren’t giving it your all, your mind clearly having gone elsewhere, “Hey, hey,” He put down his hands, closing the gap between you. As he came closer, and despite the kind look on his face, your anxiety went through your roof, “What’s wrong? That was good!”

You nodded, “Yeah, I-I just got distracted . . . sorry.”

“That’s okay. You wanna take a break?” You were already taking off your gloves.

“I think that’s enough for me today,” You spoke curtly, stepping away from him. You knew you’d start hyperventilating soon and you didn’t want anyone to see the person you turned into when you were stressed, “Thanks for this, P-Peter!”

His concerned eyes were on you as you walked, a little too fast, away from him.

“Yelena! I told you I didn’t want to watch this!” You pushed her shoulder as she maniacally giggled. After a jumpscare, you’d completely spilled your bowl of pretzels and M&M’s which Kate was now on the floor cleaning up.

“What? That wasn’t even scary!”

You didn’t understand how a movie about a party clown killing a bunch of school aged children wasn’t nightmare material. Kate clearly didn’t like the movie either but she wasn’t nearly as skittish as you, “I’m picking next time,” Kate announced, “Something we would all actually like.”

“No fun,” Yelena pouted, rolling herself off of your bed. You all rotated who would host movie nights and tonight it took place in your room. You were always an accommodating host, having crochet each of the girls their own special blankets, and lined your dresser with bowls of their favorite snacks. Fairly lights flicker above your bed but the cozy nature of your room served as a sharp contrast to the movie you watched on the screen mounted across the room.

“I want something romantic,” You argued, “Maybe a rom com or a historical romance like Pride and Prejudice.”

Yelena rolled her eyes.

“How about a romantic thriller?” Kate asked you, ignoring the blonde assassin’s usual behavior. You nodded eagerly, “Okay, cool. I’ll do some research!”

“I think it’s time for me to turn in,” Yelena faked a yawn.

Kate grabbed her arm, dragging her towards the door, “C’mon grumpy. Night, Y/N!”

You waved her goodbye, hearing Yelena shout as she was dragged out of the room, suddenly chipper again, “Night, Y/N!”

You enjoyed spending time with your friends especially now that you and Yelena had become so close to Kate. When they were gone, you missed their company but you knew you needed your nights to yourself. You began your nightly routine, switching the TV from the credits of a horror movie to the Disney logo.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.? Lock bedroom door, please,” After hearing the click of the lock, you released a deep breath, “And run a bath, please.”

You cleaned up any remnants of your friends, folding up their blankets and placing them inside the ottoman near your couch. You kept all the tools for your regression in a secret compartment of your closet. You knew it was unlikely that someone would go rummaging through your personal belongings but you liked the security of F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s system.

Picking out pajamas for yourself, you chose a pink, care bear onesie and pink socks. You laid it out on your bed before getting undressed. When you finally got to sink into the bath, you felt the stresses of the day melt away. It was a bubble bath, of course, and you loved the mindless task of constructing figures with them and giving yourself mustaches and crowns.

You were already slipping into your headspace. You’d desperately wanted to be here especially after training with Peter.

After your bath, you were now trying to practice your skin care in front of the mirror. For years, you barely looked at yourself in the mirror, thinking it would be easier to live with yourself if you dehumanized yourself as much as possible. It was rare that you’d let your eyes wander to your lower stomach where you could see the straight incision scar that traveled from beneath your belly button to your public area. Your own exposure therapy didn’t seem to be working as tears sprung in your eyes everytime.

You left the bathroom, deciding that you’d braid your hair into a protective style without a mirror. You dressed in your pajamas, grabbing your favorite stuffed animal, a green frog, and burrowing yourself into your sheets. Tinkerbell was playing on the television and at the end of the movie, when Tinkerbell helps bring spring to the mainland, almost always helped sink you into your headspace even deeper.

It was the middle of the night and you should’ve been sleeping but you had a craving for ice cream. You’d set a rule that you’d always stay in your room when you were in little space but little you often had a mind of her own. You padded to the door, softly asking Friday to open the door, before you checked if the coast was clear. In your pink socks, you tiptoed to the kitchen, holding Prince Naveen close to your chest.

The compound was quiet and you assumed each of the other Avengers were either fast asleep or keeping to themselves. You never knew Tony Stark but you were quite grateful for his technology … and his money. You weren’t sure what kind of life you’d be able to make for yourself if you didn’t have this opportunity.

You rummaged through the freezer, finding a half-eaten container of sherbert ice cream. The color was pink like your onesie so it was a no brainer that you’d choose this to dig into. You shut the freezer before finding a big spoon in one of the drawers. You climbed onto the kitchen counter, making yourself comfortable, as you began to dig in.

“Y/N?” You perked up to see a brown eyed boy staring at you from across the kitchen. He was dressed in a compression shirt and sweatpants, the former highlighting an extremely muscular chest and arms. His figure was even more exaggerated as he crossed his arms. He grinned at you, taking in your appearance, “Is this something Yelena made you wear?”

You frowned, confused, “I’m Love-a-lot Bear.”

Peter looked even more confused than you, “Oh . . . and who’s this guy?” He came closer and you felt a bit annoyed that he was interrupting your ice cream eating. You scooped a bite into your mouth, kicking your legs in happiness as you tasted the deliciousness.

You looked down at the frog stuffie sitting beside you, “Prince Naveen. He got turned into a frog but I’m taking care of him.”

“Like in that movie …” He raised an eyebrow.

You nodded, “Princess and the Frog. Have you seen it?”

“Once, I think.”

“I’ve seen it about …” You calculated it in your mind, “Fifty-four times. I can quote it word by word. Do you want to hear? The Evening Star is shining bright, so make a wish and hold on tight, there's magic in the air tonight-” You began to sing but Peter shushed you as your voice got louder.

“You’re gonna wake everyone up,” He whispered and you looked down, cross eyed at the finger that was now pressed against your lips. You nodded and he slowly removed it.

“Oops,” You whispered, “Why is everyone sleeping when there’s ice cream to eat?”

“Y/N … did something happen to you?”

You shrugged, other more pressing things occupying your thoughts, “I don’t think so … I just wanted ice cream. I better get going because I left all my other stuffies and they can get into trouble when I’m not watching them. Plus, I’m watching all the Tinker Bell movies.”

You hopped off the counter, “Do you want to come?” You felt like you could trust him and that’s why you wrapped one of your hands in his. He didn’t answer with words but he followed you, grabbing your frog that you almost left behind, as you led him to your room, “What’s your name?”

“You don’t remember?” You looked at him with innocent eyes, “Peter, my name’s Peter.”

“Like Peter Pan?” You smiled.

“Yeah, like Peter Pan.”

Peter paid close attention as you introduced him to each one of your stuffed animals. Each one had a name and a short backstory. You told him how you liked to get a new one every time you were in the city. Before he saw your room, Peter never would’ve guessed you’d like any of this stuff. You were quieter and more humble than Yelena but Peter knew you were just as strong. He wasn’t sure why you were acting this way but he wouldn’t deny a chance to get closer to you.

You also explained the entire Tinker Bell franchise to him, introducing him to every character and the politics of Pixie Hollow, “Did you grow up watching these movies?”

You shook your head, yawning, before you rested your head on his shoulder. The two of you sat closely on the couch, your legs sprawled over Peter’s lap, “I didn’t get to be smaller… for a long time. I like being like this, Peter.” Of course you weren’t watching Disney movies growing up as a little girl in the Red Room, Peter suddenly realized. Peter’s mind was reeling, not truly understanding how you seemed to be a completely different person.

You fell asleep soon and Peter knew he couldn’t spend the night here. He couldn’t risk someone seeing him coming out of your room and he certainly didn’t want the other version of you waking up with him in the bed. This version of you didn’t seem to recognize him so would you even remember he was here?

Peter carried you to your bed, tucking you in, and placing your favorite frog in your arms. He held your cheek in his hands, feeling the soft skin there, and admired the features on your face. He liked you before he’d known just how innocent you could be. He imagined your hand in his again, he could still feel the softness of your hands and the warmness in his heart.

Peter wanted to grow to love you.

The next morning, Peter was working in the lab with Bruce. He’d skipped breakfast, not sure if he was ready to face you after what happened last night. You’d gone from sparring partners to cuddle buddies so quickly that Peter was worried he’d imagined the entire thing last night, “Mr. Banner, sir?”

The man looked up from his laptop, “Yeah, Peter?”

“What do you know about trauma responses?”

“I’m not a psychologist, Peter,” He folded his arms, his eyebrows scrunched on his forehead.

“But you’re a genius, right?”

Bruce gave him an amused look, “Why are you thinking about trauma responses?”

“Well … would it make sense for someone who went through a traumatic event … or had a traumatic life, for them to sort of revert back to a younger age.”

“Age regression?” Peter nodded as Bruce caught on, “I’d consider it a coping mechanism maybe for illnesses like PTSD. I’ve seen it used as a therapy technique. It allows the person to go back to an earlier state that may have been less traumatizing for them. I imagine this could be voluntary or involuntary depending on the case.”

Peter sat with his words for a moment, “And how do you think someone could . . . help another person that’s age regressing.”

“If it’s a good coping mechanism that’s working for them, I imagine any kind of support would be good. Being there for that person, however they need. Hopefully they get outside support from a mental health specialist for whatever is causing the regression,” Peter nodded, “You’ve met someone like this.”

“Uhm . . . yeah,” Peter answered, “Someone I met in the city while playing Spiderman. It’s not a big deal. I’m just curious.”

Bruce didn’t push the subject further.

Your work was interrupted by Kate knocking on the glass door that led into the room. Both you and Yelena were standing behind her and you seemed to be laughing and talking together, “Pete, we’re going to the city! You coming?” Kate shouted through the glass.

“You all have got a big mission tomorrow,” Bruce warned, not looking up from his laptop.

“We’ll probably be back before late,” Peter stood from his seat, a mischievous look on his face, “No worries.”

Bruce hummed as if he wasn’t sure that he believed the young Avenger.

“I’m sorry I ran out of training so fast,” Peter was shocked to hear you say. You were sitting beside each other on the train, an awkward situation that Yelena and Kate had arranged themselves, “I get overwhelmed sometimes.”

“Right,” Peter nodded nervously, “It’s okay. I get overwhelmed sometimes too, you know.”

“Really?”

It really seemed that you hadn’t remembered him being with you last night. Peter half expected to see you in a onesie again, chatting away about Disney movies and desserts again. Instead, you were dressed like a normal, twenty-something who was going to the city with her friends.

“Yeah, sometimes I’ll see something or hear something that reminds me of my Aunt … or Mr. Stark, and it doesn’t matter what I’m doing, I just feel like I’m gonna hyperventilate. Like I can’t get air properly into my lungs and I start sweating … and I just get irritable and not fun to be around. And when it’s over, I just feel embarrassed.”

Something flickered in your eyes, something like understanding, “I get embarrassed too. I suppose it’s just a chemical thing. Fight or flight, I mean. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“You’re probably right,” Peter’s smile was weak, “It’s just hard losing people.”

You nodded in agreement, “It’s hard not having anyone to lose.”

Peter wondered if you remembered the family that you were taken from. Peter even wondered if you considered looking for them, “Friends are just as important as family sometimes. It’s good that you have Yelena and Kate.”

“That’s true. Maybe we should be better friends, Peter,” Peter’s eyes turned to you quickly, a bit of wonderment on his face, “If you want, I mean.”

“Hell yeah,” Peter spoke a little quickly but he was encouraged by the warm smile that grew on your face, “I have places around Queens I want to show you guys.”

Peter showed you all where he grew up and the four of you enjoyed sandwiches from Delmar’s for lunch. Next, Peter wanted to show you guys his favorite part of Queens. The museums. Initially, Yelena took a hard stance that going to museums would be boring but even she was entertained by the cool exhibits at the science museum Peter showed you around.

You and Peter talked so much. Much more than either of you expected. You were practically glued to his lip just the same way Kate was always glued to Yelena.

You went to an art museum next, joining an already established tour group in the middle of their own tour. Peter watched you walking around the gift shop in wonderment at all the handmade knick knacks that were for sale in order to support the museum. Peter approached you, a gift bag in hand, “I got you something.”

“What?” You blurted out, confusion evident in your features, “You don’t need to-”

“Just look,” Peter pulled out the miniature figurine he’d just purchased. It was of a small green frog sitting underneath a red mushroom for shade.

Your eyes widened, “Oh, Peter!” You took the figurine carefully in your hands, your voice going up several octaves as excitement filled you, “It’s so beautiful! Look at the little mushroom! How did you know I loved frogs?”

Peter lied, “I just thought you’d like it.”

“You really didn’t have to. I don’t deserve-”

“You do,” Peter assured you, “Keep it, please. It’s for you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you hugged him, “Thank you,” The way his hand pressed into your back sent shivers through you.

“Are you gonna take good care of it?” Peter knew his words came out slightly patronizing and he could tell he might’ve embarrassed you slightly but you nodded shyly in response.

“I will, I promise.”

When Peter knocked on your door a few nights later, the compound was quiet. All that he could see in the dark hallway were sparkling lights shining beneath your doorway. When the door opened, he was glad to see Smaller you, “Peter Pan,” You greeted him, your voice soft and sleepy, “Hi.”

“Hello, little one,” You looked pleased with the nickname, “Or should I call you princess?”

Peter closed the door behind him, taking in the fact that you were only in a white t-shirt, pale blue panties and fuzzy socks, “Both,” You angled your head at him, “But I’d like to be a fairy princess.”

“I should’ve known.” There was something so alluring about being with you in this state. It was like being with you at your most vulnerable state and Peter liked being the only one who knew about Smaller you, “What have you been doing up so late?”

There was no Disney movie playing tonight but F.R.I.D.A.Y. was playing a soft melody of classical music. Peter wondered why you’d made that choice. You grabbed his hand, bringing him over to your own desk to show him what you’d been working on, “Drawing,” You answered, showing him the array of papers, pushing the scatter crayons out of the way, “Look at these, Petey. Look.”

Two of the photos were quite familiar. One was a drawing of a small frog sitting beneath a mushroom and the other was two people standing together near what he assumed was an art exhibit. The girl was wearing a plaid shirt just like she had the other day and the boy was wearing a black jacket.

“It’s me and you,” Peter said.

“It is?” Your doe eyes looking up at him threatened to make him melt there on the spot, “Will you take me there?”

“Of course,” Peter agreed, “We’d look so cute together.”

“Yeah,” You beamed, “But I’d wear a pretty dress.”

“And I’d look like a frog in comparison. It would be perfect.”

“Don’t say that, Petey,” You squeezed his hand, “You look like . . . can I tell you a secret?”

Peter nodded and you motioned for him to lean down so you could whisper in his ear, “I think you like a handsome Prince.”

Peter chuckled at that, “Do you?” You nodded and Peter whispered into your ear next, “I won’t tell anyone your secret.”

You looked away shyly. You showed him the rest of the pictures and Peter encouraged you to put all the crayons back in the proper spot back in the carton.

“Are you ready for bed yet?” Peter asked you, “It’s getting really late.”

You frowned, “I don’t like sleep. Can we stay up? Maybe we can play pretend?”

“Why don’t you like to sleep?”

You just shook your head, letting go of Peter’s hand, so you could rummage through your closet and find something else to do, “We could play a card game!”

Peter faked a yawn, walking over to your bed, “I’m really tired, Y/N. Maybe tomorrow.”

“Or a board game!”

“I’ll just sleep and you can play a game. I have some special sleepy dust I got from a fairy friend of mine. It’s gonna help me sleep,” Peter climbed into the fluffy white sheets of your bed, knowing your words had definitely caught your attention, “I guess you won’t need any, princess.”

Peter heard your feet pad over to the bed, “You have a fairy friend?”

“Yeah. I went to outer space once and I met one,” Peter shrugged, “On their planet, lots of princesses and princes have trouble sleeping because they have nightmares.”

“Oh,” The look on your face was doleful, “I get bad dreams like all the time. Would it work on me?”

“C’mere and I’ll show you,” Peter patted the spot next to you. You were hesitant as you climbed in the bed with him, “Lay down on your back for me.”

You did as he said, laying on your back with your head resting against a pillow, “And close your eyes for me, little one.”

“But I’m scared-” Peter pressed his hand to your waist, looking up and down your body. Being so close to you with so little clothing … Peter’s idea turned darker than he originally intended it to be. He was helping you, that meant he could help himself a little too.

“I’m here, don’t worry,” As you slowly close your eyes, Peter took the opportunity to let his hands wander even further, “I’m going to sprinkle the dust over you now. Keep your eyes closed.”

Peter could feel you growing slightly impatient, “Petey, I don’t feel anything yet-”

“Of course you can’t feel anything yet, silly. I haven’t activated it yet,” Peter parted your legs, climbing over your body and settling between your legs, “I want you to call me something, okay? To help the fairy dust work.”

“What is it?”

“Call me Daddy.”

“But you’re not-”

“I am, I’m taking care of you, right?” You nodded, “Then that’s what you have to call me. Especially for the dust to work. Understand?”

“Okay … okay, Daddy,” The word couldn’t have sounded any better on your lips. Peter’s hard-on was already pressing against the fabric of his boxers. His fingers travel beneath your panties, softly feeling your folds. Before you could say another word, Peter’s lips were pressed to yours, swallowing your concerns and then eventually your whimpers.

Peter made his way down to your breasts, pulling your shirt up so they were exposed. He attacked the sensitive buds with his tongue, which seemed to bring you even more pleasure than the gentle fingering of your clit. He could feel you growing wetter, leading him to his fingers traveling to your sensitive hole.

“You’re so beautiful, princess,” Peter said as he kissed over your stomach, including the scar that brought you so much anguish, “Daddy’s gonna take care of you. Make you real sleepy.”

When Peter first slid your panties to the side and pressed his mouth to your hole, your eyes shot open, “Stay still, little one,” Peter spoke with his mouthful. You tried your best not to squirm as the touch brought you an overwhelming new feeling of pleasure.

You wanted to smile, to laugh, and to scream all the same time. It was his softness and wetness pressed against your own softness and wetness. He kissed you down there in a way that was difficult to describe but you could feel a slow build starting in your toes till it all completely rushed to your head. Your body was experiencing waves of pleasure and you were glad when he removed his mouth so you weren’t tortured further.

Peter watched you ride at the orgasm. He pulled down his sweatpants and boxers with urgencies before grabbing your arms and pinning them above your head. He pressed his tip against your interest, his eyes looking darkly into yours as he slowly pushed inside, “Daddy,” You winced, “P-Peter – Daddy, it hurts!”

“I know, princess,” Peter grunted, “You can take it all, I know you can.”

Peter was right, you somehow stretched around him and that feeling of tearing soon subsided. Now, all you felt was completely full and completely at his mercy. You were trapped beneath him which meant he could set the pace for how fast he wanted to go. You started to only think of him inside you, of that primal pleasure that he was unlocking and the complete warmness that filled your skin.

“Oh, you feel fucking amazing,” Peter pressed his forehead to yours so he was as close to your as possible. You felt his own eyelashes fluttering against yours, “You feel so good. Tell Daddy you love it.”

“I–” A hard thrust, “Love it, Daddy. I-I love it.”

You were so tight. Impossibly tight. He had to remind himself to not spill over to fast and he slowed his pace but fucked you even harder. When he felt you tightening around him, he felt safe in releasing inside of you.

Your eyes closed as you tried to catch your breath. Peter fell beside you, and just like he’d promised, you felt like you could sleep for the next few days. Peter pulled the comforter over your body, pressing himself into your tired figure. He admired you closely, his nose rubbing against yours as his lips hovered above your own.

“I sleepy … Daddy …”

“Goodnight, little one.”

Peter laid there until dawn and all he could think about was how pretty you looked when you came.

#Dark Fic #dark fics #dark peter parker #dark!peter parker x reader #peter parker x black!reader #black!reader #little space #yelena belova #kate bishop #peter parker #dark!spiderman #mcu smut #peter parker smut #avengers smut

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Some very gay thoughts I’ve had recently below the cut.

18+, minors DNI!

Kate Bishop/Yelena Belova

dom!Reader & dom!Yelena dressing Kate up in a playboy bunny outfit and making her deep throat your orange strap ons

Yelena tying Kate to the bed and making her watch as she fucks you, using lots of toys, taunting Kate who’s squirming and wailing from the lack of attention

trying to have quiet sex with Kate while you’re both staying with Clint over the holidays

dark!Yelena breaking into your house and fucking you with her mask on

Nancy Wheeler

stepmom!Reader fucking Nancy every time your wife, Karen is out, including punishing Nance any time she sees Jonathan

bending intern!Nancy over your desk and fucking her in promises of a good reference

making Nancy warm your strap as you work/watch TV where she gets really agitated and achy

Nancy wearing a really pretty baby pink/lilac lacy lingerie set and sitting on your lap, pouting at you until you pull it off her !!

Alicent Hightower/Rhaenyra Targaryen

every so often just grabbing young!Alicent and pulling her into her room, putting your hand up her dress and playing with her until she cums, having to put your hand over her mouth because she gets really loud

tying young!Alicent’s wrists and ankles to the bed then taking it in turns with young!Rhaenyra to fuck her

waking up young!Rhaenyra with your head between her thighs

older!Alicent using you as her personal stress relief and using your face as a throne - in fact, just major power bottom vibes from her in general

older!Alicent selecting an open minded Dornish husband for you so she can keep fucking you without him caring

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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The Aftermath: Our Pretty Princess

Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader (Brief/Established)

Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff(Widowed)

Queen!Wanda x King!Valkyrie

DarkQueen!Wanda x Fem!Reader x SoftDarkKing!Valkyrie

18+ | Minors DNI | Smut!!! 🥵

TA: Stickier Situation(Next)

Requested by the lovely @simplysimping999 I hope this lives up to your expectations my friend. 🥹❤️

Warnings:

Protected sex/Dick riding (W Receiving, V Giving), Non-Con, Somnophilia(R Receiving, W Giving), Masturbation(Val), Panty sniffing(Val), Blood(R's), Breeding/Penetration(R Receiving, V Giving), Oral (W Receiving, R Giving), Mommy/Daddy, Degradation, punishment (face slap), Fucked to sleep(R)

Mentions of endgame, kidnapping, sprinkle of Stockholm, manipulation, mind erasing

Wanda Maximoff had a lot to consider after the whole Thanos debacle, after being forced into killing her best friend, then to still lose, and be forced to return to a world that no longer included the love of her life.

Natasha Romanoff—feared by most, but was literally a teddy bear behind closed doors; she gave her life to a world that never deserved her to begin with, and Wanda was beyond furious. No more were the days of loss she thought after losing her family, but boy was she wrong.

Valkyrie also had a lot to consider, seeing as how she'd spent most of her days drunk, waking up on the beds of the women who's hearts she'd toyed with, too afraid to commit after the battle where she'd been made to lose. Being given the throne of New Asgard was the least she'd expected, but when a broken down, exhausted Thor approached her she wasn't going to just say no to him.

———

She now has this title to live up to, something about "honor," and "nobility," and if it wasn't for Thor she'd be long gone. Now she's faced with this concept of needing a person worthy of settling down with, someone to pose as her right hand—her Queen.

Apparently, the women decided to spend their time considering their options wrapped up beneath the sheets together after a grueling battle in which they'd only just met.

When on the battlefield Valk had been instantly drawn to Wanda, the rage behind her eyes being something she'd been all too familiar with. She recognized the loss behind her fury immediately, and her heart attempted to crack open with memories of her own. Shoving them down she did what she did best, she fought side by side with the field full of strangers all with a need to avenge something.

Wanda had always been able to split her focus, it came with the territory of hearing others thoughts, because if not she'd never be able to get anything done. So while absolutely ripping the mad titan to shreds, she could hear all of Valkyrie's sinful thoughts about her. She'd also heard the curious ones, where she worked to find out what exactly had happened, but those quickly subsided as it appeared her attraction to the witch grew tenfold.

Though she didn't want the pity stares, almost everyone approached her with one as the battle had ended. The only one she welcomed from the archer who's well overdue for retirement. They held each other close, both quietly sobbing before he was off to reunite with his family, with requests that Wanda would eventually be by to do the same.

Upon meeting the warrior though, she was fortunately met with eyes free of judgement, free of expectation, and being that she wanted to just forget, she was quick to give in to the lusty undertones in her gaze. Valkyrie had intended to be soft at first, but Wanda was having none of it, so she threw her down onto the hotel's bed and used her to get off.

Valkyrie watched in aroused bewilderment as the witch took control, only seeming to care about herself in the moment, and to finally be on the receiving end of that had the Asgardian hooked. Knowing that the witches loss must be fresh she didn't want to overwhelm her, but the question she was about to ask really had no other implications, so she used the redheads brief moment of fatigue to ask.

"Be my queen?" She asks while slowly pumping into the women, Wanda's ability to process, let alone reply cut off as both women's orgasms overtake them.

Wanda's eyes shot open as soon as the pleasure faded and the unbearable pain had returned. As soon as she was peering into the women's eyes that were hovering above her she felt dirty. The immense guilt overcame her for a brief moment as she realized the dirt on her wife's grave isn't even settled, she's actually not even sure if it's placed.

Silently she left the hotel room, leaving Valkyrie stunned, but not at all discouraged. She's not clueless, it's obvious this was a moment of necessary release, she'd know since she'd been doing the exact same thing for literal centuries. Shall the witch deem her questions of interest, then she'll be able to find her, and based on the lost gaze she's certain she'd show at some point.

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On a hot Summer's day, when Valkyrie was in her attire deemed for hard labor she began working with the townspeople to build up New Asgard. It was coming along rather beautifully, and she was more than excited for the finishing touches to be in place so she could relax.

Every day she spent working she was encouraged to stop, being King and all, but she always used the "nobility" angle to keep pushing. Really though, the labor had helped her to be too tired for sinful one night stands in the nighttime with the alluring townsfolk.

Valkyrie was set on being a changed woman, but holding out was surely becoming difficult. That night she returned home as the sun began to set, changing into a loose fitting tank, and a pair of boxers she settled before her TV with a microwave dinner. A knock on her door shook her from her beer induced slumber, and in her dazed state she'd opened the door without considering changing.

"Hello your royal highness, mind putting your friend away? I'm here to conduct business."

The Sokovian's raspy voice rang through the space between them, nearly knocking the sex deprived King to her knees as she was overcome by unbearable need. Quickly she stepped to the side though, allowing the witch into her humble abode, and situated herself on the couch with a pillow over her crotch.

"So.." Wanda began her long winded speech, Valkyrie nodding from time to time in a sort of agreement.

Though deep down they both hope for love, the guarded women accepted this agreement of sharing in the power together. Valkyrie would allocate Wanda with the duties of engaging with the town, and any and all things media related as she obviously had the kinder approach. Valkyrie would maintain a strong line of defense, help in maintaining a sense of peace as well as remain a strong figure head in place to remind the towns sparing groups of scaly wags to remain in line.

Together they worked perfectly to maintain, the sex being an added bonus that both were able to appreciate in time, neither would fully admit it, but love had indeed blossomed. Wanda was only there part time though, as she still remained a part time Avenger whenever the world had grown too grim.

Wanda was weary of remaining on Earth, having grown rather accustomed to her life elsewhere, and if she was honest being away from her King became harder each time she left. She'd done more than her share for those on Earth, the same people so willing to lock her up all those years prior, so she was actually prepared to resign.

One thing, or more specifically one person, had been her main reason for remaining on Earth. You'd assume it would be Clint, or even Yelena, but it was neither, it was actually a newer face walking around the compound.

You were no Avenger, but instead a simple young woman, quite literally with the physical strength of a mouse, but that just made you all the more adorable. A college student studying Environmental Science at NYU, with your girlfriend Kate Bishop right by your side. After a run in with her "friends" at one eventful Christmas gala you quickly found yourself immersed in the world of the Avengers. Though it was intimidating, you would've done anything for Kate, even live a life full of danger.

Wanda was infatuated with you, somehow you were completely unscathed by the darkness of the world. There was no denying you were perfect, so whenever she was on Earth she found anyway to be close to you, which usually meant impromptu snuggles while watching movies, or dancing together at the compound parties thrown in honor of Stark, the same ones Wanda wouldn't be caught dead at before you had arrived.

Even if it did always rub Kate the wrong way, she'd say nothing knowing that you would never cheat on her, and that all you wanted was to make people feel loved. After hearing about Wanda's late wife all you wanted was to aide her through her grief, offering her your shoulder to cry on. Your intentions were of the purest intent, but sadly all you did was further the witches insatiable need for you.

Wanda didn't like your willingness to be in danger for someone like Kate, who clearly lacked the ability to actually protect you. If you were to be hers, and by proxy her King's, then you'd be safe. You'd never want for anything, no hair would be out of place. You'd be their perfect princess, tending to the household while they're out maintaining the town, and you'd be their perfect means of stress relief.

Wanda decided after the last time she visited that you were going to be theirs, so while taking care of her King's needs she mentioned bringing someone else into the relationship. Valkyrie's heart had been close to shattering, feelings of inadequacy bubbling to the surface, but Wanda was quick to quell her concerns.

"Oh, my sweet, sweet Val—My King—insecurity isn't a cute look on you.." She taunts her wife beneath her, hands squeezing her breasts in the same time that she's slowly rising, and falling back down her cock, pulling a deep moan from the woman.

"If I wanted to leave you, I would've already... It's just, we're both too busy to maintain the castle we've built, and if we're ever going to have kids it's best we find a docile princess who can handle it all. To chase the kids around while we ensure the town stays a safe place for them to grow up"

Wanda briefly kissed her lips while grinding against her, bringing the both of them that much closer to their releases.

"Someone to suck you off while we enjoy a fresh hot meal after a hard day of work together."

Her pace increased, lips nibbling at her jawline before dropping near her ear, hot breaths fanning across the expanse of her neck, lips inching to whisper into her ear.

"An innocent thing for us to break and mold into our perfect little printsessa.. To fuck our frustrations out on, and to breed."

Valkyrie's head was dizzying the more Wanda spoke of this mystery girl—you. Rather suddenly she wrapped her arm around Wanda's waist, taking the control while flipping them rather aggressively, slamming Wanda into the mattress and thrusting so deeply that her bulge was visible through the witches stomach. Wanda pressed down firmly on her abdomen, causing the both of them to scream out in blinding pleasure as their releases came flooding out of them. Wanda's arousal drenching the latex, while Valkyrie's abundant load filled the condom.

"Fuck, Wanda... You speak of her as if she already exists..." She pants out while collapsing into her lovers equally as sweaty body, head perfectly nestled between her breasts, and strong arms wrapping around Wanda's tiny waist.

"That's because she does my sweet girl..." Wanda lightly chuckles out, placing a sweet kiss to her forehead while running her hands up and down her back, lulling her to sleep before also falling asleep to thoughts of you.

Valkyrie was hesitant at first, but the more Wanda described you, the more willing she was becoming to welcoming you into their relationship. For someone who'd spent most of her later life playing the field, adding a pretty young thing into her established relationship was just what she needed, so her hesitancy was quickly replaced with excitement.

Plans were set in motion, Wanda had been called to earth by the one and only Stephen Strange who'd been in over his head for what could only be considered the zillionth time. While Wanda was sorting out Peter's problems, she actually found a solution to her own, a spell to use once she was ready.

When at the compound Wanda had been purposefully telling everyone of the news. Apparently New Asgard was open to others now, a portal of sorts created to bridge the two worlds together, and once you heard her announcement you were extremely ecstatic.

"Katy-Kat! Did you hear her? Looks like we have our perfect summer trip in order."

Kate had shared your enthusiasm, catching your body when you came running at her, giggling along with you before kissing you tenderly.

Wanda's jaw momentarily clenched at your excited squeals being directed at your underserving girlfriend, but she reminded herself that in due time you'll be theirs, and all your delicious sounds will be for them.

All she had to do was to make sure you arrived without Kate. Which was easy enough, because as the both of you approached the portal Kate's phone went off.

"Clint! Slow down, okay, I understand, I'm on my way..."

Your heart broke as her rushed words came together to form an image you'd slowly grown used to. Avenging always came first, you fully understood, but it never got easier for you.

"My love.."

"I heard.." You deflate, and she quickly wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you in and pecking the entirety of your face to cheer you up.

"Katy, stop... You have to go, it's okay... I'll just go ho—."

"No, baby, keep our bed warm in the hotel. Promise I'll be here before the night ends."

Kate pulled back from you, handing over her suitcase, then in one swift motion her outfit is ripped off to reveal her suit.

"Like my party trick?" She teases, and your giggles help to settle the guilt in her heart.

"Yeah, but party tricks won't save the world, so go, then come back to me... I have a trick of my own planned for the night." You tease, winking oh so subtly as you do.

Kate smirks at your innuendo, then kisses your cheek before running off, leaving you to enter through the portal. Unbeknownst to either of you though was the permanency of the portal, seeing as how as soon as you walked through it, it closed.

Now it was Valkyrie's time to shine, watching closely as you enter her town, and adjusting her pants to conceal how excited she'd become. The trap was set in motion, all you had to do was step into it, and with your lack of perception on direction it was almost too easy.

While searching for signs to get to your hotel—that didn't exist—you saw an ice cream shop. Wanda knew you well enough to know that would grab your attention, and Valkyrie watches in amusement as you run in to collect a triple scooped cone.

As soon as you exited with the cone a child ran by, knocking the cone into your clothes, leaving you covered in the sticky goodness. Then as if the day couldn't get worse, before you could walk across the way to the public restrooms another group of kids came barreling through. Both yours, and Kate's bags were thrown into the ocean, and on instinct you went to jump in.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around you, the smell of the woman's cologne had you reeling as she gently twirled you around until you were facing her.

"Honey, that was a close call there... Those waters are unforgiving territory, did you miss the signs?"

Her smooth accented voice works to calm your nerves, and the friendly smile finishes the job.

"Sorry, it's just, some kids kinda ruined my clothes, then knocked the rest of them into the water."

"No need to apologize little dove, how about you come with me?"

Your body language shifted, and Valkyrie picked up on the hesitancy instantly.

"How bold of me, please let my introduce myself first. I'm Valkyrie, technically the King of the land, but the titles not really necessary out here. All of our shops are closed for the day, so the only clothes I can offer you belong to my wife—Wanda Maximoff."

Your face lights up at the sound of your familiar friends name being uttered, and you're hardly able to contain your little dance, your day is starting to look up.

"Oh my gosh! Hi! I'm Y/N, and I've heard so much about you."

Valkyrie chuckles at your statement, uttering the same back, then helping you to mount her Pegasus before following suit to take you back to the castle.

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Wanda was still on Earth, helping the group to fight the sudden influx of monsters attacking the city of New York.

"Where the hell did these devils come from?" Kate shrieks, standing back to back with Clint, shooting her trick arrow off at the same time as him, hitting the octopus inspired monster directly in its eye for a takedown.

"It's unclear, but according to my knowledge, and their markings they seem to have been sent here by a witch of sorts." Strange relays before being propelled into a nearby shop.

"Wanda! Can you trace it back to anyone?" Clint shouts through his comms, but she's quick to feign ignorance.

"Listen, I have magic, but I'm not a spell casting witch, so no, I have no idea how to do so." She replies annoyedly, but is able to pass off said annoyance as she's wrestling with another one of her creatures.

Once the fight seems to end all too suddenly everyone returns to the compound to get patched up, Wanda's quick to slip out unnoticed, leaving to enter the basement of the sanctorum, casting the same spell that Strange had recently fucked up to absolute perfection.

"Oh printsessa... How sad is it that nobody's going to remember you..." She darkly coos preparing to leave before the incoming steps can catch sight of her.

With the snap of her fingers she's back in Asgard, placing your contained spell into a safe in her secret basement in the castle before setting off to see if Valkyrie completed her end. Walking into the room to see you in her creme shaded camisole, and a pair of red, lacy panties she sees she obviously did. She can't help but to stare, wondering what it is you're thinking about, but she's quick to reroute your mind.

Red wisps travel over to your relaxed form, entering your mind, and filling it with filthy thoughts of the witch, and her warrior. Valkyrie's arms suddenly wrap around her from behind, settling her head on her shoulder she peers over at your body as well.

"I returned to find all your pants in the wash." Valkyrie chuckles into her wife's ear, and the witch giggles along.

"Oh no, how inconvenient..."

"She's beautiful..."

"Yeah, and she's all ours..." Wanda confirms, placing her hands over her lovers and before she can turn to initiate anything your whimpers pull her attention back to you.

The newfound wet patch on your panties brings the witch so much joy, and she feels as your sounds do the same to her wife.

Wanda's first to move towards the bed, using her magic she removes your panties, and throws them over to the woman behind her before climbing onto the bed and leveling herself with your drenched pussy. Your unique scent suddenly fills her nostrils, leaving her practically drooling as thoughts of ravishing you steadily consume her.

Taking it slow she lightly blows your cunt, watching the way your body jolts at the sudden rush of cold air. Still you remain asleep, which is honestly her preference in the moment. Languidly she runs her tongue through your folds, moaning as your slick travels across her tastebuds, and as she becomes consumed with your taste she no longer feels the need to hold back as she dives right in.

Valkyrie was sat in a corner chair, watching as Wanda ate you out, the sight alone causes her cock to ache with a need for release. With one hand she begins to stroke her cock, starting slowly to build herself up at a decent pace. Using the other she lifts your panties to her face, deeply inhaling your scent, which in turn leaves her desperate for you, and within a matter of moments she's increasing her pace and prematurely releasing at the same moment Wanda's ministrations seemed to wake you up.

"What's going on... ? Wanda, I-I.."

"Shh printsessa... Mommy's just taking care of your needs, your loud whines led us in here to find your panties beyond drenched..."

"Wanda, I have a girlfriend..."

Wanda slaps your cheek the moment those words leave your lips, leaving you completely shocked, but it's honestly more than enough to silence you.

"No, you actually don't, and that's not my name!" She growls out, then viciously her lips attach to yours.

Moving against your still lips, she becomes rather angry at your lack of reciprocation, so she pulls your lower lip back and harshly bites it, drawing blood. Her thumb tenderly runs across your cheek to wipe away your tears, then it slowly travels down. Mixing your tears with the blood that now stains your chin, then she's lifting her coated thumb up to her lips to suck upon the mixture—giving you whiplash.

"Tell me honey, what were you dreaming about?" Wanda asks, feigning cluelessness.

You run hot with embarrassment at the vivid imagery that once again consumes your mind, unwilling to divulge said information, which if you were thinking clearly you'd know is pointless since she can literally hear every thought you've ever had.

"What did you do to Kate?" You ask fiercely, ignoring her question, and preparing for another round of slapping.

"Oh don't you worry, Kate's more than fine, actually without you there to hold her back she's doing extremely well."

"I didn't hold her back." You meekly state, tears ferociously running down your cheeks, but the witch ignores them, and continues to dig the knife in further.

"Oh, but you did. Kate was distracted by you, now that for her you never existed, she's doing amazingly. Clint was able to leave her to take over his mantle, and she graduated a whole year early."

"What do you mean I never existed?"

"Let's not break that pretty brain of yours..." Wanda taunts, face feigning sympathy.

"Wanda, please explain..."

Your inconsolable sobs gnaw at her heart in the slightest bit, so in a simple way she explains.

"Nobody on Earth knows who you are..."

She pauses to place a kiss to your wet cheeks.

"...There's also no way back to Earth for you..."

Pausing once more to see you processing her words, a fresh set of tears falling as you do.

"You're officially our pretty little princess, so it's best you get used to it honey..."

Your tears don't stop, but your resistance seems to, lazily you meet her lips efforts as she kisses you with immense passion.

"Now, what were your dreams about honey?"

You're more than aware now that she knows, that she definitely planted them there, but your arousal was quick to out how much you wanted it on at least some level. Truth be told, Wanda didn't actually orchestrate what happened in your mind, just planted the seeds, and let your imagination run wild with it.

Her glare tells you there isn't really much of a choice here, it's expected of you to answer, and you're not really a fan of the mean version of your "friend" so through your sobs you manage to speak.

"Mommy was laying on the bed..."

Wanda hums against your skin, allowing you to speak your truth while she toys with your breasts, taking a nipple between her fingers, while taking the other into her mouth, enjoying the way you stutter as she tweaks and sucks.

"and Daddy was fucking me from behind while I ate you out..."

Valkyrie's quick to tune in at the title, jumping up to be able to lock eyes with you as you continue on, and your eyes go wide at the sight of her sizable dick that's stood at attention.

"Fuck..."

"Go on.." Wanda commands, lightly biting into your soft skin as a warning.

"Da-addy and you just kept using me, the rest is kinda fuzzy, I'm sorry..."

"Oh little dove, that's fine... I promise we can make your dreams a reality, then fill in the blanks as we go..." Valkyrie coos before Wanda can speak, her free hand going up to cup your cheek, and allowing you the millisecond of comfort before Wanda begins to speak.

"Listen honey, I don't like to be mean to you, but you have to promise to be our good girl... We'll take such good care of you, give you a life full of riches, all you have to do is promise."

Her words are sickeningly sweet, but—truth be told, in the moment Wanda's enjoying the fear that resides beneath your gaze. You've seen Wanda's powers up close, so the idea of fighting seems futile, especially seeing as how you've no longer got a life to return to, so you settle for the easier rode—giving in.

"I promise!"

Wanda smirks at your inner turmoil, then your subsequently logically drawn conclusions fill her with glee—you were perfect, easy to mold.

"Well, first, mommy's got to punish you."

"My queen, maybe this time we let her off the hook..."

"I don't know, she wasn't..."

Valkyrie pulls Wanda in for a kiss, cutting her off then whispering something into her ear, which shockingly seems to convince the witch otherwise.

"Seems like your daddy here wants to show you some mercy printsessa, but just be warned, in the future mommy won't be so nice."

At this point you were just embarrassed, your puffy cunt dripping onto the mattress, and no matter how much you willed your body to stop the arousal was just flowing out. Valkyrie's slender fingers teasingly trailed through your folds, collecting your arousal just to get a taste while Wanda was off to the side making quick work of her own clothing.

Valkyrie's strong arms wrapped around you for the second time today, effortlessly lifting you off the bed; dragging your wet cunt down her abdomen, and as she lowered you to the ground her erect cock nudged through your folds. Needy moans were caught by her lips suddenly, yet gently, pressing against your own.

The sound of the bed creaking announced that Wanda was ready, Valkyrie reluctantly pulled away from you, then with arousal inducing brute force she spun you around, lightly shoving you towards the bed.

"Face down, ass up." Wanda instructs, leaving little to no room for interpretation leading you to crawl up the bed and settle yourself between her parted thighs.

"Honey, don't leave mommy waiting, this was your dream after all..." She taunts, leaving you to consider teasing her back, but you quickly decide it's a bad idea and with a shocking bit of excitement you get acquainted with her body.

Wanda's breathing becomes uneven as you work your tongue through her folds, and with the wave of her hand she gives Valkyrie the necessary permission to ravish you. All of a sudden you're moaning against her core, sending the most perfect of vibrations through her as Valkyrie fills you to the brim.

"Fuck... Princess, you feel so good around me." Valkyrie says, accent deepening as arousal laces her tone, and her hips begin to move at an unforgiving pace.

The room smells of sex, as the three of you work each other up to your releases. Wanda's hand is tangled in your hair, holding you firmly against her, while her hips move erratically to fuck your face. It's almost like a game of tug of war is taking place, Valkyrie's hold on your hips is firm, bruising even as she thrusts into your from behind, using her hold to pull you back to meet her every thrust. One thing's definitely clear, both women are close to their release with you present between them.

Even though you're clearly struggling to retain cognition, you're able to bring yourself to slip two fingers into Wanda as her hold on your head falters. Wanda cries out as soon as your fingers begin rhythmically pumping into her, tongue teasingly tracing over her bundle, then in reciprocation her powers travel down to play with your clit.

The sudden pressure has your moves faltering for half a second, and the way your walls clench has Valkyrie nearing her end. Valkyrie's hips never stop their motions, clearly her stamina was top tier; your jaw however was growing tired, so in an attempt to throw the witch over you wrapped your lips around her clit, sucking fervently.

Within a minutes time, after a few perfectly crafted curls of your fingers, and the delicious pressure against her you're rewarded with her pornographic moans and abundant release. Her thighs had tightened around your head though, as she rolled her hips against you in hopes of keeping her high going, leaving you without air. The dizziness clouding your mind as your lungs pleaded for relief had spurred your body on; walls fluttering around her twitching cock.

Wanda's release of your head had you gasping for air, and the sudden re-emergence of oxygen in your lungs had been what finally sent you crashing over into your state of bliss. Valkyrie was close as well, but she'd desperately wanted to see you coming undone before she lets go.

In a quick succession she's pulling out of you, allowing your previous orgasm to drip out of you as she manhandles you onto your back. Thrusting back into you with a sense of urgency, and with strong arms holding you up by your thighs her thrusts somehow hit deeper. Staring down you watch as her length manages to push your abdomen out repeatedly. Curiosity takes you over, and you reach down to poke at the unusual bulge, then after a moment you're forcefully pushing down on it. Her wide tip pushes against your spongey wall just right, an aggressive moan flies out of you, as your body trembles from beneath her.

Val watches your face as it scrunches up from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you, your walls simultaneously work to choke her cock, and at that she can no longer hold on. A choked moan falls from the woman above you as she quickly becomes overwhelmed by the sensations. The way her cock twitches inside you is the warning you get before the white, sticky hot fluids spew from her dick, painting the entirety of your walls.

"God, you're just so fucking hot." She groans, then her lips are meeting yours for a teeth clashing kiss that you do your best to keep up with.

A soft whine falls from your lips, and is transferred into her mouth as she continues to kiss you and slowly moves her hips, picking back up as if she hadn't just came seconds ago.

Wanda took some time to recuperate from her high, having been reveling in the fact that she finally had you where she wanted you. Being so far gone in her mind she'd failed to even take notice of the change in position. She watches in awe as her wife continues to destroy you with no end in sight, eyes tightly shut as her hips continue to thrust you into the bed, and having apparently turned you into a babbling mess roughly two orgasms ago.

Wanda eventually has to slap her in the face just to get her back down to Asgard, her hips slowly come to a stop before she's looking up to meet her lovers gaze.

"My King, you did so good, but it's time to let her rest now..." She coos, then leans forward to kiss her lips while she is very much still inside of you.

Valkyrie finally looks down at you, taking in your tear stricken face, admiring the way your bruised lips are parted, and loving the sounds of your adorable snoring.

"I didn't even realize she passed out..." She guiltily murmurs.

"Yeah, I noticed." The witch giggles, reaching out to push the hair out of your face, leaning down to place a tender kiss to your parted lips.

"She'll be okay... There's definitely no way you didn't get her pregnant though.."

"I don't want to pullout..." She whimpers, and Wanda smirks deviously at her.

"Then don't, let our little princess here get used to cock warming..." Wanda muses before kissing her once more in a silent goodnight.

Valkyrie didn't have to be told twice, gently she laid her body atop of yours, making sure you're still able to breathe as she's definitely bulky enough to crush you. Once she feels the rise and fall of your chest consistently, and without struggle, she settles her face in the crook of your neck and falls asleep.

Wanda lays beside the both of your sleeping bodies, fingers lightly tracing the sides of your abdomen, and smiling when she finally picks up on another energy in the room.

"Goodnight princess... Goodnight little pea..."

She falls asleep with a rather full heart, though this had been a dream she once shared with Natasha, she's glad she was able to pull it together with her newfound love.

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