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Castles Crumbling
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!R
Natasha x Wanda / Others
Valkyrie x F!R
Royal AU Request | Natasha never was a fan of rules, so when sets were placed upon her love she pushed against them… Now she wonders if it’s too late to make it right again. | WC: 7,550
Warning: “Unrequited” Love | Jealousy | Mean Fuckboy Natasha / Sad R | Abusive Parents / Fucked Systems | HE!
Smut: Virgins (In various ways) | Mommy (R) | Oral (R) | Strap (N) | Degradation | Unorthodox “BJ” (🤷🏼♀️)
Minors DNI | 18+
“Natalia, keep your chin up," Melina scolded her daughter who was too busy glaring across the ballroom to even acknowledge her mother fixing up her gown. The strap had suddenly tethered, if not for Melina's resourcefulness she'd have had to hold an apology in front of the kingdom for her daughter, the heiress to the throne's, albeit unintentional, lack of modesty.
Natasha's eyes stayed trained on you, who was giggling at a slightly older woman's words. You were her fiancée, yet there you stood enraptured by another's presence as if they hung the moon and stars for you.
———
The redhead had no throne to sit upon though, she very well knew that, this unbearable distance forged between soulmates was one she herself created half a decade ago. She'd regretted it from the start, living without your love was lonely, and in this moment she felt the regret double at the thought of losing you fully.
You were once hers, exclusively so...
The two of you were the best of friends until she found out the intense love she held for you wasn't meant to be organically woven. Instead, the two of you'd already been signed up for a life together, something she should have seen as a gift, but the idea that you were only ever going to be hers due to legalities broke her.
To think, had she and Yelena been born in reverse that it'd be a much different fate. The redhead loathed the idea that such a system would exist in the first place and vowed to never place that pressure on your kids.
The kids she now wondered if you'd still share...
Natasha, in her state of grief has been blinded to the familiar turmoil you'd also experienced. It had gutted you when your parents said you were in line to marry the Romanov's heir, to keep strong alliances between your Kingdoms. To have the Romanov name was a dream come true, but to have no say in it upset you just the same. Yet you were ready to live life the same, to continue to fall in love with your supposed destiny and to thank fate for guaranteeing your forever bond.
Natasha regrettably went the other route, letting her resentments fester, and in turn she pushed you away. It wasn't gradual either, you were really confused by the dynamic switch—it was like night to day, and for years you were faced with her venomous demeanor. Animosity that was rooted in falsehoods still hurt just the same, and now you two couldn't be further apart.
Just like the strap of her emerald gown, she worried that the tie between your confused hearts was near to severing. Natasha could actually feel her heart splitting at the thought, she never considered her horrid actions would lead to an eventual permanent loss of you.
But now that she sees the web she's sown she gets it.
For the last five years shortly after you hit puberty, you had to watch as the woman you wholeheartedly adored became a stranger that thrived on promiscuity. To hear about it too as the women of the kingdom never minced words about their nights with her, and with each rendezvous you lost more hope for a joyful forever with her. Natasha buried herself in other woman, and actually thought you'd just wait patiently for her to come back, but clearly you'd grown tired of it.
You once thought it was just a rebellious phase, many heirs to thrones go through them, and you knew Nat was a free spirit. You even understood her want to be free, to see whomever she wanted in her youth. It was a natural curiosity you didn't indulge in though, because your heart only beat for the redhead, but you never asked her not to have explored it. Especially because she was never going to listen if you did. Natasha was headstrong, a natural born leader, not so much a lover.
Well, at least not this version of Natasha. She'd lost her once sweet demeanor with you, every interaction turned tense and abrasive. Natasha used to hold doors open for you, now she was purposeful in closing them. As if she was letting you know that her heart was no longer in sync with yours. She'd shut you out entirely, it was the vindictive nature of it all that really broke you down over time, and lead you to this moment of despair. In your youth she was your greatest hope.
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"If he doesn't stop staring at you I will have to gouge his icy blue eye's right out of his skull," your best friend grumbled loud enough for the Barnes boy to hear as you both passed him by. "Natalia!" You shrieked, tiny hand flying to your mouth as you tried to hide your smirk of inappropriate amusement. The older princess smirked as she watched you losing your composure. "You can't just say those things!"
Natasha smirked, the gesture entirely teasing, "Why?"
"It's not ladylike." Natasha grinned even wider at the challenge of your words. "Fuck being ladylike."
Natasha threw her head back as she laughed at the sight of your shocked face. Your eyes wide and mouth comical agape. "Natty, we're royals!" The redhead shrugged, and rebutted lowly, her tone chillingly grave, "Yeah, as is he but he doesn't respect us like we are," then she walked further down to the murky body of running water, you followed her in a rush, but in your hurry you tripped over a rock and fell towards the creek with a fearful squeal.
"Careful now detka," Natasha teased as she caught you with ease, using her body to push you up against a tree to have you upright again, and for a second in time you thought—hoped—she might kiss you. But life was cruel in a way as all she did was assess your face for injury before she slid her clammy hand into yours and guided you over to the bundle of rocks. Careful as she helped you climb up first then she settled behind you and the two of you watched the sunset as you did every Sunday to mark the week's cruel end.
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Everything was hectic being the children of royalty, especially for you, but with Natasha at your side it was all okay. The redhead always used to sneak you away to the creek that connected the many kingdoms, to where she'd let you play freely, like a kid should. Then as preteens it just became your spot to get away together.
Now it was where you spent your nights alone, talking to the moon and asking her where it all went wrong.
The redhead used to afford you the space to be your true, wild-child self unlike your parents who were far more strict in comparison to hers. Melina and Alexei held their children to high standards, of course, but they also never prevented them from being children.
Your parents were more akin to royal traditionalists in many ways, they believed children were meant to be seen, never heard. To be flaunted like assets, but never loved by anything outside of the hired help, who did their very best, but it's not like they were treated much better than you. To be given away like chattel, and never acknowledged as a person with free will like the commoners were. To never exist outside of the castle's bounds, a prisoner of the most bleak circumstances.
Natasha was your beacon of peace, she had always cherished your friendship, and held you in the highest of regards. Her biggest goal used to be to make you laugh, she'd tell you stories of Yelena's chaos, and on rare occasions she'd even let the blonde tag along so you could feel true joy. Then all of a sudden she cast you away too, you were obviously hurt by her choices, but even with her sudden animosity towards you you'd never shown her anything but respect and kindness.
Fellow royals called you a pushover, others a hopeless case, but truth be told, there were small cracks in her resolve at times that told you she must've still loved you. It was in the glances she'd cast your way when you were usually preoccupied. You'd always look up just in time to catch the traces of longing before her steely composure returned. She also was insanely protective of your womanhood, as if she had any right to claim it.
Like when the older Stark brother tried to get you to follow him to his quarters one night months back when his family was visiting. The redhead followed your naive form, then just as he went to escort you into his room she'd punched him so hard that his nose cracked, and his once white polo was soaked in crimson.
Before you could question anything she spat, "Don't ever try to sleep with my girl again Tony!" Then before you could savor the warmth of her claim to you she swiftly added her hypocrisy: "It ruins the appearance we must keep up for the public." She was gone in a flash, and you apologized to the man before running off to your quarters to sob over the loss of warmth.
It was a consistent cycle too, every time someone like Danvers, or Barnes tried to court you she was there, dauntingly lingering like a viper prepared to snap. Her gaze was always piercing, and they'd learned quickly to run to avoid needing to be physically removed.
Natasha's promiscuity obviously flourished, while your potential was always curbed at every turn. Not only did you hear the women whispering her praises, but just last week, after a pre-nuptials celebratory dinner with all the neighboring kingdoms you watched her leave the follow up gala with Wanda Maximoff, the gorgeous princess of Sokovia, in a fit of drunken giggles. Her brother, Pietro, was the heir marrying your brother.
You've now reasoned that you two would be entering a loveless marriage (on her end), just like your brother. All in the name of diplomacy you'd reminded yourself this morning, so you believed you'd both have your own partners. Which is why you were finally indulging the vivacious soul of Valkyrie, the shockingly single King from the neighboring kingdom of Asgard. She was beautiful in her own right, incomparable to your hearts muse, but undeniably gorgeous nonetheless.
It never once crossed your mind that Natasha would be fuming, and even if you'd maybe known she would be, you didn't really care anymore. This was the game she started, and you're fed up, so you'll gladly play along.
Why should she get to have all the fun?
Melina gripped her daughter's clenched jaw softly, and sighed in annoyance as she had to forcefully bring her gaze down to face her instead of you. "You did this to yourself Natalia, woman up and face the ugly truth that you alonenpushed your beloved into another's arms."
"Mama," Natasha whimpered pitifully, she always hated how serious and practical her mother could be. Never seeing between the lines, or trying to understand the reasons why. "No, there will be no pity from me, your father might coddle you girls, but you broke Y/N too many times for me to sympathize with you. Now fix your face, and go mingle with your people, Queen."
For the next ten minutes the redhead held her head up high, and conversed with the elders in the crowded room. It was the night before you were to be wed, so of course there was a pre-nuptials party. "Where is your fiancée?" Natasha cast her gaze to the corner you were in moments prior only to find it empty. Her body was actively panicking at the prospect of you slipping out, but she kept her voice steady. "I'm sorry, but please do excuse me. I actually need to go find her, she is really good at getting lost in the ballroom after a drink."
The man nodded sympathetically, and Natasha practically sprinted away from him as she frantically looked around. She nearly tripped over the gowns of the attendees as she haphazardly made her way over to you. Her blood boiled as Valkyrie's hands were holding you close by the hips, your gorgeous, genuine smile on display for a woman who held no claim to you.
Natasha was genuinely near to tears when she saw the way the suave woman whispered something humorous into your ear, making you laugh aloud so freely, with your head thrown back and a hand on her shoulder.
Her heart ached at the memories of all the times it was her making you laugh until you cried. She yearned to go back in time with every step she took to get to you, if she could undo her mistakes she would. Oh would she.
"Sweetheart, we've got incoming," the beautiful woman spun you out, and you saw a flash of red before you were back against her chest. Natasha's jaw clenched just the same as yours, how dare she even consider ruining your moment to move on from her once again.
"Y/N, we need to go mingle with the crowd," Natasha tried to grab your arm to pull you away from Valkyrie, but you roughly shrugged her off. "I'm having fun here Romanov, so you can speak for the both of us, you've done well enough at it so far. Feel free to continue on."
Valkyrie leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your cheek and Natasha quietly growled, "Unhand my fiancée Brunnhilde," to which the older woman merely rolled her eyes before she was whispering in your ear again, "Just go and talk to her Y/N, I'll be right here if you need me sweetheart, but don't let her upset you enough that you cause a scene in front of your parents."
You suddenly remembered your place, and silently parted from the woman with a sad smile that actually broke Natasha's resolve. Valkyrie scoffed as pools of brown met hers of green, "You're wasting a good woman," she shook her head and walked off towards the bar leaving the redhead to stew in her shame.
Seeing you so sad to be left alone with her was jarring, then she saw the evil glare of your fathers and wondered if things had gotten worse since she no longer really knew. She'd left you alone, and if she was right, he likely blamed you for her own promiscuity.
She could hear his morose voice clear as day, "Well, if you were more inclined to put out, she'd have stayed." He was always blunt, and degrading—never kind, and to think she'd given him a reason to hurt your feelings devastated her. She'll never really forgive herself.
But for some reason she hoped you still would as she calmly exited the ballroom, her feet moved faster as soon as the doors blocked the patrons view though. All the redhead wanted was to reach you, and apologize.
"What was that Natasha?" You inquired just as soon as she entered your soon to be shared room. "I mean honestly, you have some nerve staking your claim to me as if you even mean it. I am my own person, and quite frankly Romanov I have needs you don't satisfy!"
It was insane what she said next, the woman should be begging on her knees for your forgiveness, like she had planned, but instead she put her foot in her mouth.
"Please tell me you're still a virgin..." Your eyes went wide, and you rightfully scoffed, "And what if I wasn't? Is that a dealbreaker for you Miss Chastity Belt?"
Natasha's eyes welled with genuine tears that made you melt ever so slightly, apparently the idea that you'd given yourself to another devastated her, even if she was a bit of a hypocrite. You too were reacting like you were unwell, feeling warmth at her weak show of love.
"Y/N, please just answer me..." You rolled your eyes, and shrugged nonchalantly. "No, I am not a virgin."
"Fuck!" Natasha collapsed to her knees, her gown layered around her beautifully yet tragic. This was her worst fear. "With who? I-I, please just tell me now."
You rolled your eyes at the dramatics, as if she had any right to question you like this. Still, seeing her broken hurt you, it was truly unfair to you, and even if it would be embarrassing you reached into your bedside table, and threw a worn down painting, and a strap at her.
Natasha's jaw clenched at the sight of the plastic, wondering who took your innocence with the device, picturing their demise, but then she lost her breath as the painting flipped over to reveal her obvious likeness.
"I-I don't understand Y/N," she spoke softly, her head tilted up and you bit back a smile at seeing the confused, adorable little pout that she wore. "It's called steadfast loyalty Natasha, plus, it's not like you didn't run off every prospect I've ever had over the years."
"Y/N, I," she cut her apology off as she sobbed even harder. You wanted to remain furious, but you could feel her pain reflecting in your heart, so you gently caressed her glistening cheek, and weakly smiled. "Get off the floor Nat." The redhead jumped to her feet in seconds and clumsily crashed into you, making your body stumble backwards until you were flat on the bed with the breathtaking woman hovering. The beautiful image of karma unfolded before you, it hurt your heart to see her sad, but you couldn't deny that the flushed skin and glimmering eyes added a layer of palpable attraction to her overall perfection.
The moment was the perfect time for her to finally kiss you, to break that distance, but she once again missed it as she collapsed and cried against your chest," I-I hear the people talk about me like I'm a monster." Natasha paused as she did her best to contain her devastation, but it was no use as she continued to speak in a cracked voice, "They used to chant my name, but now they all hate me, and I deserve it..."
You sighed, reluctant yet ready to console her, but she just kept going, "I hurt the one person I always vowed to protect." Natasha sobbed, but this one caught in her throat as she choked on the brutal honesty. "Oh God," her position shifted and she pressed her forehead against yours. "I never wanted you to hate me!"
"I do—."
"My love..."
"Natasha..."
"What have I done to us?!"
You groaned in frustration, "Are you done with the dramatics? May I speak now?" Natasha froze then squeaked out an mhm. Seeing her submit so easily nearly made you laugh, but this wasn't the time to tease. This was a time to fix what she recklessly broke, and to ensure she knew that to mend this took effort on her part. "Our foundation is undeniably cracked Natasha, but that doesn't mean we can't rebuild to a place of total equity. Remember that I am your partner, and not some consolation prize you can flaunt. You own my heart, yes, but not my mind or body."
"You still want me?" She asked in shock, and flinched as you sadly met her gaze and sighed, "I'm cursed with the inability to love another." Natasha smiled like a kid who just got out of time out, "So we'll rebuild?" You rolled your eyes and nodded, "Our castles very well crumbled but with time we'll build it even stronger."
"I'm so sorry," she tried, but you hushed her with a finger over her lip, tired of the words and more so ready for the action. "I forgive you, it is enough for me that you sobbed on the floor. What a filthy girl..."
Natasha's cheeks flushed and you once again found yourself amused, she was incredibly shy, and not at all like you'd pictured her to be from all the rumors.
"C-can I kiss you then?" You giggled, then allowed her to do so after a moment of recomposing. It was a bit sloppy, but you didn't mind, because she tasted like heaven. With how tentative she was to deepen the gesture you were under the impression that she wanted to slow down, maybe even wait for the wedding night.
After a moment of reprieve was taken you moved to sit you both up, her body forced to straddle yours so as to not fall off the bed. "Wait, please don't stop," Natasha pleaded, her hands connected behind your neck and suddenly she was that same nervous teen again, the one who ran from her feelings. "You're the one with all the experience here Nat." Natasha gnawed on her lip, and bowed her head in a mix of shame, and sadness. "I never kissed their lips, or let them touch me."
"Wait," you momentarily paused to process, "Are you?"
"I'm a virgin in the ways that count," she admitted with her gaze cast down at your lap to avoid your potential expression of judgement. "Look at me Natalia."
There was no room for disobedience, she knew that she was lucky enough to even have your forgiveness, she wouldn't dare try to test your patience as well. It was difficult, but she lifted her head, and her heart skipped at the sight of your soft expression. She felt silly for ever doubting you'd be kind—of course you would be.
Meanwhile in your chest you could feel the way your heart danced with excitement. Not only did you have a leg up on her with experience—thanks to Maria Hill, who made out with you for hours last fall after you'd drunkenly cried about never being kissed, but you also just found out she'd never been pleased by another. It stung less to know you'd be her one and only lover.
In the ways that count of course...
"I can lead," you smirked at the flash of understanding in her eyes, it was only fair that she knew, and honestly it served her right to not be your first everything. The same way you wouldn't be her first encounter, the way her nails dug into the skin of your neck said she got the message. "Who was it with?" The disappointment laced her tone heavily, even with as many times as she'd laid with another, she regarded a kiss more intimately.
"Why ask a question that will only hurt you Nat?" Natasha's jaw clenched, but she kept her temper at bay, not wanting to sound off like a hypocrite would. "It's important to me detka, I deserve this pain."
You contemplated answering her, but were too smart to fall for the bait. You realized that sweet old Maria deserved protection from your stewing bride to be.
"She is irrelevant, just a maid father had hired," you facetiously admitted, "Said that maybe if I learned how to clean from her that maybe I'd be a good wife... I am honestly not sure how he ever bagged my mother. In what world does a Queen clean the fucking castle?"
Natasha gasped, "Y/N, that's not very ladylike..."
"Fuck being ladylike," you mirrored a fond memory, and she couldn't help but to smile, but her eyes grew sad the longer the silence dwelled. "You've changed."
You nodded. "I had no choice. I had to grow up, and when I did I realized life is nothing short of cruel." Natasha hummed and nuzzled her nose to yours. "Does that bother you Nat, that I'm not the same innocent person? I always thought that was why you left..."
"No," she frantically spoke, "I was just being an idiot, too rebellious for my own good, and your heart being caught in the crossfire is my biggest regret to date."
"Biggest regret, hm?" She nodded. "Any others?" Natasha smiled bashfully, her cheeks turning redder than they already were from the current proximity of your bodies. "Not kissing you before the nth hour."
"I'm that good, huh?" Natasha laughed nervously, and you watched as the woman nibbled on her bottom lip. "It's okay to admit it Natasha, it's just you and me."
The redhead surged forward, her forehead collided with yours but you hadn't the time to care about the pain when her lips sought to devour your very own. You once again found your body pressed into the mattress, but this time her tongue took a calculated risk entering your mouth. Once she passed your lips she froze, the feeling and taste of you absolutely drove her mad, and she felt her underwear growing sticky.
Following a natural flow you found your naked bodies were soon pressed together, with your back against the queen sized mattress. Natasha's mind went blank at the feel of you, so she let you take over the kiss that had divulged more so into your collective sharing of breaths as you ground her pelvis down into your own with two firm hands on her silky smooth hips.
Natasha pulled away from your lips with a groan, her back arched and pressed her wetness into yours as she desperately craved more friction against her core. You were ready to grind her hips at a more brutal pace, but then she pressed your hands into the bed and kissed you roughly instead. There was no way she'd be selfish enough to take pleasure before giving you some first.
Her lips naturally traveled down your body, and with each nip of her teeth, or suckle to your bare skin she managed to pull the sweetest of moans from you. It drove her even crazier, her arousal literally dripped onto the sheets beneath her body but she kept her focus solely on you. To taste you was a dream that she had never let go of, and she'd no longer squander.
"Holy shit," you cried as her deft tongue lapped up the moisture that had collected along the slit of your core, it was the softest of stimulation but you still writhed. Having her mouth on your pussy just felt prophetic, her name dripping from your lips like a stolen prayer as she proceeded to dive her muscle deep within you.
Explore as you have, you'd never made yourself feel half as good as her animalistic tongue was doing, which was a bittersweet notion since this was where her obvious experience became a lingering thought.
The sadness dissipated fast though as she tipped your body into a state of unnerving pleasure, your body felt both hot and cold at the same time. The chill in the air had highlighted the beads of sweat on your skin, and sent a sharp shiver down to the base of your spine. It was all too much, and yet, somehow it was not enough.
Natasha greedily slurped up your cum, it was like she couldn't leave her place between your legs until you had stopped spilling for her, which consequently never happened because she continued to overstimulate you. It was only when your hand fought to slip from her weakened grasp to shove her bobbing head away that you were finally able to shakily intake some oxygen.
"I need more," she groaned, her wild eyes bore into your own as she hovered over you in a split second. Even with the overstimulation your thigh clenched at the sight of her hunger. "Please, I need you."
In a moment inspired by pure adrenaline you flipped your bodies and jumped off the bed onto wobbly legs. Natasha grunted as her back hit the mattress, her body was soon propped up onto her elbows so she could find out where you'd gone to in the blink of an eye. Only for her to be met with the glorious sight of you slipping a side of the strap between your puffy, cream coated lips.
Natasha fell back on the bed with a raspy groan being torn from her throat as the deliciously sinful image was permanently etching itself into her mind. Her entrance pulsed with need, warm slick trailed down between the plump cheeks of her ass and she whimpered for you. You clumsily climbed above her, and pressed your lips to hers, feeling this strong urge to take control, but not knowing exactly how to do that, all you could really do was slip your tongue into her mouth and kiss her into a state of desperation. Her tongue was velvety, and tasted like a mix of something sweet and bitter.
"I-I want to taste you too Nat," you confessed, a bit too intrigued by the taste of you on her tongue to hold any patience, but the redhead also couldn't wait. "After, please, I need you inside now detka, I'm dripping!"
You chuckled softly, "That's a virgin hole angel," your eyes sparkled as you watched her skin flush even more, you would've happily waited the rest of the decade for this if you knew she was going to be so easily flustered. "You have to let me build you up to the stretch," you teased her hole with just the tip and she winced, but before you could pull away she firmly gripped your shoulders and gulped down her fear. "I can take it detka, I've been waiting for so damn long, fuck me."
"Beg," you flatly said, an air of confidence to you that the redhead found alarmingly attractive. "Tell me what you want baby, let mommy give you what you need."
Natasha's entire mind blanked, her eyes frozen in place as she stared up at your smirking face. Something inside of her was clicking, and she didn't know if it was her own desires or seeing you living out yours that got her so hot right now, but she didn't care. The sudden confidence radiated off of you and oozed out of her cunt, her pussy slick enough to push your strap out.
"Mommy please," her nails dug into your flesh and she angrily yanked your face down to hers, the tip and then some of your strap nestled back inside of her and she moaned her own interruption against your cheek. "I, fuck, mommy I need to be full, please, I need it so —."
Natasha's breath hitched as you delicately circled your fingers around her clit, then she huffed the air against your smirk as she sucked even more of you in. It was messy, and loud as her cunt sobbed joyously and her moans echoed throughout the master bedroom. In only five seconds did you have the ability to slip the rest of it inside of her, your lips sloppily landed on her chin as the strap perfectly curved against your walls. A gasp of joy left you both as your slippery cunts kissed, flaps rubbing as the both of your hips jolted in need.
Natasha's eyes rolled as your clit brushed hers, and a low rumble sounded in her chest as the swollen nub was electrified by the merest of grazes. The redhead appreciated the way your hips stilled, allowing her to feel out the stretch of her walls, but then you didn't move and her eyes fluttered open to ponder why.
You were nervous... Her heart absolutely melted.
"Just do what feels natural," she rasped, hands raising to cup your cheeks and pull you in for a needy kiss, her fingers slipped into the base of your hair and tugged, you could feel the urgency rolling off of her as her hips canted off the mattress. You both moaned into the other's mouth, it took you a second to recover from the stimulation; to build your confidence back up so you could properly fuck her like no one ever had before.
All it took was one involuntary twitch of your own hips, she moaned and you suddenly knew how to make this the best night of your lives. Natasha whined as you slid out of her, but then she squealed as you yanked her to the edge of the bed and thrusted right back into her.
"Oh god," Natasha cried, "Mommy it feels so good."
"I know baby," you panted, "Mommy loves feeling you, so wet I didn't even need to prep you for my cock."
Natasha's eyes rolled and slammed shut as she thought of what created the glorious mess between her legs; you—the way you moaned her name, how you tasted and what she wouldn't do to live between your thighs.
"I-I," Natasha couldn't speak, the pleasure building inside of her was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Something she knew she'd only ever feel with you, heat spread from the depths of her pelvis to her heart as she imagined getting a second chance to love you, fairly.
You'd been here before, on the precipice of a release you weren't expecting. Your first time, when you used your strap with her portrait was a tad bit messy.
It felt like you were on fire, and like you needed to pee, but even with the potential of such a thing you couldn't stop the thrust of your desperate hips. It was heavenly. You wanted to see her wait, but not as much as you needed to be the reason she thinks she's dying. So you knew by the confused look on her face that she needed to be given permission. "You need to let go baby."
Natasha whimpered, but her body turned down the offer, it wasn't ready, something was missing.
Your hands firmly gripped the skin of her thigh and used your unexpected strength to push them up and into her chest. The new angle was optimal in bringing you both insurmountable amounts of pleasure. You had hardly any warning as her cum drenched your thighs, her walls held the strap still and caused your end to press even deeper into your sensitive spot.
The moan that left Natasha's throat was carnal, anyone within a hundred feet of the room would know that she just had her soul cleansed. Yours directly followed as your pussy spluttered against hers. They were short, and breathy, the heat of them fanned over her racing pulse point and her body shivered with aftershocks.
For a moment you both panted out of sync, yours were far less refined in comparison with the athletes. It'd made you insecure to think about, but the way her hands roamed over your curves was affirming. When she squeezed your hips and soft skin rippled between her fingers you could feel the way she loved you.
Her lips were on yours the entire time she'd been feeling you up. You nearly busted again just because her lips touched yours, there was not much urgency down below as you devoured her whole up above. Then your hips started rocking slowly, a natural rhythm of the game at hand, but then she whimpered softly and you pulled out of her puffy, glistening core. Tears fell from her eyes and you apologized as she thanked you.
Thanked you for fucking her so well that she could barely remember her own name, but she promised she'd never forget how to scream yours. She was overstimulated, but pushing you anyways, so you silenced her with the side of the strap that was once stretching out your tight, hollowed walls. Her eyes glazed as they rolled back, and you felt liberated.
A hoarse, “Oh fuck,” vibrated around the silicone and you chuckled devilishly, reveling in the foreign power, “Such a slut for a little taste of me, aren’t you kitten?”
Her eyes muddled even further and you felt godly. “Tomorrow you'll be sworn in as the leader of our merging kingdoms," you chuckled, "but look at how quickly you submit to me baby, that's concerning."
Natasha whimpered around the strap, and you smiled broadly. "There, there honey," you coo'd mockingly, tongue flicking over the salty tears trailing down her rosy cheeks. "Mommy will take charge for now..."
You continued to fuck her throat with the strap, it was mesmerizing to see her cry, her eyes glistening, sorta reminding you of a lively leaf beneath a raindrop. It was as if you brought her back to life, you could see the love uncovering beneath her outwardly guarded eyes as they bore into yours. Your Natty was reviving…
But her Y/N not so much, there was an unfamiliar darkness that surrounded you. The love you held for her was there, burning bright, but she could see the unresolved pain trying to dim it, the darkness controlled you and the tenderness was broken, as if it was simply switched off. With every thrust the redhead now gagged, there was a bit of vengeance in your eyes as you drew the reaction from her. You were truly enamored by the experience, you watched as her drool trailed down the sides of her chin and coated the skin of her jawline, staining her with a mix of you and her.
The longer you watched the more interested in getting a taste of her essence you became. Without removing your gaze from hers you lowered your head, tongue flicking out to lick up what you could of her essence, but it had dried some under the rooms dry breeze. It only made sense for you to sink down, the redheads eyes widened in shock, or alarm—maybe it was both.
The warmth of your mouth did the trick in softening her slick, and you moaned at the taste as she gagged, her end being now pressed beyond her throats tight hole. She spluttered as she felt the painful stretch, one would think your goal was asphyxiation, but as she focused on your softer gaze she was able to mirror you as you breathed through your nose. Even in her hazy state it was clear to her that you’d done this before.
Envy gripped her heart as she realized you were the first person to drink from the well she deemed hers. Bittersweet solace wrapped around yours in the same blink of time, you were still so unsure about trusting her again, but you fought the temptation to run. If she was truly back, you could find it in you to stay as well.
Once your lips met you stayed still, the air was charged with a need for more, her green eyes begged for you to kiss her truly, but you made her wait a breath longer. Then you slowly pulled back, your own mess of drool slid down the strap and into the hollows of her cheek. As much as the redhead wanted reprieve, and you, she also found some comfort in the suckling of the plastic.
Once you reached the tip you gripped it with your teeth and abruptly pulled it from her mouth, trails of spit, cum and blood followed and your eyes widened some. But Natasha’s were unwavering as she pulled you down and into a kiss that gave way to her every single fear.
The redhead flipped your positions and pressed even further into you, her lips firmly kept their rightful spot against your own, and the two of you made out like there was no plans for tomorrow. Her love and your pesky frustration bled together as your tongues met.
Natasha wanted to keep going, but it was too much to ask of either of your bodies, so she pulled away after her lungs gave her no choice, and fell on top of you. Silence followed, aside from the soft, labored pants of a job well done. It was eventually Natasha that broke it.
"We've done everything backwards," she whispered against the skin of your throat, you'd barely heard her from where she'd burrowed, but you fortunately did. "That's the price to pay for all other parties decisions."
"I-I was just so mad," she morosely admitted, "they made decisions for us that only we should have."
"I know," you acknowledged with an edge to your tone, discussing this was likely going to be charged with the anger that only just began to settle down in your heart.
"I was upset too Natasha, because I dreamed of the same thing but they tainted it with their diplomatic nonsense. It felt spiteful, as if they knew what I was only just discovering. Using my feelings against me, and then, what I didn’t expect was the next day when I woke up to find you suddenly didn’t want me around.”
“That’s not—, Y/N, of course I wanted you around…”
“Your actions said otherwise, and they only left me shattered and then the foreseen inevitably, alone."
"I am so sorry," she softly cried and you hummed, “I know,” your hand was rubbing her back gently in a soothing manner, your tone a little less on edge now, "I'm trying to forgive you Natty," you admitted, a bit of a fall back from your earlier spoken sentiments. In that prior heated moment it felt resolved, but the more you thought it over, the more you felt she'd need to work towards making this destiny work out harmoniously.
Natasha ached at the realization, no matter the way she preserved herself for you, it obviously wasn't enough. A juvenile thought coming back to bite her in the ass she supposed, but she didn't care about the consequences just as long as she had the chance to make it right. She would do anything to, no matter the cost, whether it be monetary, or her soul; she’d even kill another for you.
"Can I take you somewhere?" Natasha meekly asked after another bout of silence, you’d honestly thought she fell asleep, but she was stewing just the same.
The gala likely ended an hour ago, with your collective parents, yours most certainly begrudgingly, dismissing the crowds in your place, with some excuse, like your need for sleep as the wedding of the century occurs tomorrow. Yet you weren't sleeping, instead you were accepting the invitation from your fiancée, allowing her a chance to get started on fixing your relationship.
Which started with a sweet shower, she washed your body with care, the rag slid over your curves and the love you'd been missing was back as if it never left. A truth of sorts as Natasha only hid her abundant love.
Once the both of you were clean, she guided you over to her tub, and left you to soak your aching muscles for a bit longer in a bubble bath while she set off to plan.
Natasha rummaged through her wardrobe and pulled out a few of her fleece sleep linens. You walked out of the bathroom with only a towel for your hair and the redhead shamelessly stared at your gorgeous body.
"My eyes are up here Natasha," you reminded and she carelessly shrugged, "I know. I'm starting at your tits."
"If you're not ready for my hand in marriage," you began to scold in jest but the redhead swooped you off of your feet and into a silencing kiss instead. She softly laid you onto the fresh sheets and just as gently kissed down your body, her tongue ran through your folds as a tease and you choked on your breath. Natasha just wanted to taste you over the mint of her toothpaste. “I’m ready for everything the world will throw our way just as long as I get to taste your divinity, my queen.”
“Natasha,” you whined and pulled her up so that she could meet your glare, she chuckled as her lips gently pecked your own. “We’ll continue this tomorrow.” She winked, then made quick work to dress you in her navy blue pjs, kissing the skin of your stomach and under boob as she settled the fabric against your skin. Then she slid into her crimson set and guided you into a pair of boots before she helped you sneak out of the castle.
The two of you were hand in hand as you ran across the massive courtyard, nearly tripping over the wet grass while giggling like little kids as you approached the creek that held your fondest memories. The moonlight was beautifully shining off of the murky water and illuminating your face just right. Natasha tripped as she was stepping over a root, and just as she came to terms with the incoming impact she was fine. Just when she was about to hit the dead shrubbery you hooked your arms beneath her armpits and yanked up.
"I'm already yours Natasha, there's no need to fall." You pushed her petite, muscular frame against the tree and she smiled as the memory of a lost opportunity passed through her mind. Part of her regrets not kissing you back then, but most of her thinks the path that led her to you was just as it should be.
Her lips lovingly met yours, the both of you smiled as you felt the dynamic changing, it was as if all the stars and planets had finally aligned; destiny sealed shut.
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infidelity | futile devices pt. 1
pairings: fuckboy!natasha romanoff x fem!reader
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summary: you and wanda have been best friends ever since you were little babies, and you’ve went through a lot with her. in august 2019 when you met wanda’s girlfriend, natasha, you completely fell in love with her. what happens when the three of you create a love triangle that could possibly ruin everything?
warnings: intense staring, infidelity, and nothing much since it’s only the start of the story.
author’s note: enjoy the first part of the story! what do you want to happen in the next part? let me know!
Years ago, before I knew what futile devices were, I met Wanda at kindergarten in our small town in New England. She started out as a bully, but after we ate lunch together, I knew we would become more than just a bully and a victim. Since then, she has protected me, especially from those who didn't like me very much. I may have had a crush on her at first, but I was aware that if I said anything inappropriate, our friendship would end. I couldn't stop myself from having a crush on Wanda Maximoff at the time. She was a tall brunette with big green eyes who always tried to protect me. We've been through so much together as best friends, and we even shared our first kiss because no one would dare to kiss me. Wanda, on the other hand, always saved her first mind-blowing kiss for me, and it was surprisingly good when we did it. I recall her saying, "There you go, now you can kiss anyone in this room," but that never happened. I was too afraid to be in a relationship after witnessing Wanda's, which was not particularly good.
She told me the meaning of futile devices while we were in the park together. “Beyond words,” she says. “Futile means vain, pointless. In other words, if you want to say your love for them, you can’t. It’s just too much.”
“Is that supposed to be romantic?” I asked, she only lets out a controlled chuckle before drinking from her flask.
“Sure, if you want it to be.”
Since then, I knew that I could never describe my love for Wanda – because it was too much, too impotent, and vain. If I say it out loud, what would she do? Perhaps she would leave me in the air, possibly never speaking to me again. But knowing her so well, I knew she wouldn’t do that to me. It was still scary to say it out loud, and I’m sure that I could never say how much I love her – no matter how painful it could be.
We stayed friends until we graduated from high school together. Wanda had a boyfriend named Chucky, and I was with Brandon, my date because he was the only boy I could find. Brandon was with me the majority of the time because I didn't want to be alone this summer. I suppose you could say he was my first boyfriend with whom I never lost my virginity. We split up when our first semester began. When he left me, I didn't feel too much emotion; in fact, I was relieved that he did. Wanda asked why I was always smiling when she brought me chocolates after my breakup.
“Aren’t you sad that Brandon left you?” I shook my head, eating the last piece of chocolate bar in the wrapper. “You’re so weird, you know that?”
“Yeah, but I’m your weirdo.”
She only laughs, agreeing with a nod.
“Yes you are,” she said. “Let’s just watch a movie, yeah? We still have to study tomorrow.”
Months later, I was working at a bakery shop while Wanda was trying to learn to be a bartender since it’s always been her first dream job. I did like my life for a little while, working at a bakery shop was the best thing that ever happened to me. Wanda did like hers since she came home with a drunk look on her face. When August came along, we started to become distant from each other. I don’t know why. Maybe because I’ve gotten so busy with my job and my school work, and she was always out since she has a new girlfriend. I never expected that from her, dating a girl. I mean, I always knew that she was bisexual, but it was unexpected when she told me that she was truly in love with this college girl from a different university.
I was a little jealous because Wanda had been spending too much time with her instead of with me, and if I had to lie to myself, I'd say I was happy for her - but I wasn't. How could you choose someone you met two months ago and decide to leave me hanging? What happened to both of us? This isn't going to last, I tell myself. That was something I had to tell myself in order not to get hurt. But every time she comes home, I get the impression that I'm no longer number one in her heart.
In the third week of September, Wanda decided to bring her girlfriend over to our apartment, with our two friends from the university. While I was preparing for dinner, our friend Peter and Kate was at the door. I opened it slowly and gave them a big smile on my face since I don’t know what other emotions I should use.
“Did you only invite us because Wanda has this amazing hot girlfriend?” Kate giggled, which I nodded in response. She knew that I was joking, I never thought I have humor.
“Are you also excited to meet her?”
“Hey, maybe she’s nice!” Peter exclaimed happily, walking towards the dining area as he sits beside Kate. “It’s only the right time for Wanda, I mean she always has this boyfriend or girlfriend until she’ll break up with them two weeks later.”
“She seems like a green flag,” Kate said. “Aren’t you happy for her? You guys have been best friends ever since you came out from your mother’s vagina.”
I chuckled, “We met at kindergarten.”
“The point is, you should be happy for her. I know you’re still in love with her–”
“We don’t talk about that.”
“-But maybe you should start moving on,” she finishes herself, sighing deeply. “I have a dude for you, his name is Steve. He’s in my class.”
Will this guy help me move on from Wanda Maximoff?
“Oh yeah? What does he do?”
“He’s apparently taking medicine, which means he’s also not available. People who take medicine are always busy, like extremely busy.”
I turned around, shrugging my shoulders. “So what’s the point of me dating this guy then if he’s not available?”
She mimicked my shrug, playing with her fingers. “I don’t know, I was just suggesting–”
“Thanks for the suggestion but, I’m good being on my own.”
I’ve always been on my own, even though Wanda was always around.
30 minutes later, I heard murmuring from the other room, and I realized Wanda had brought her girlfriend, who had caught my eye. She was tall - but not too tall - and had her hair tied in the back of her head; she also had green eyes like Wanda, but hers were darker, so I couldn't see the details of her pupils. When the woman caught my eye, I turned away and hugged Wanda briefly, asking, "So this is her?"
“Yeah,” she replied. “This is Natasha, my girlfriend for a month.”
I cast a quick glance at Natasha and shook her hand; it was calloused but not too rough on my skin. She smiled warmly and said, "It's nice to meet you, Y/n. Wanda has told me lots of stories about you.”
“Like how I’m such a bad friend?” I said in a joking matter, watching as Wanda playfully rolls her eyes. “I’m glad you can make it, how about you sit down? The food is ready.”
I returned to my table and sat beside Wanda while Natasha was in the opposite direction, her eyes roaming all over the place. I assumed that she was enticed by our home since it was full of framed paintings and a telephone from the corner of the room – it wasn’t working, we just decided that it looked nice in our apartment.
“So where do you study, Romanoff?” Kate asked while drinking from the wine glass that I bought from a dollar store. Natasha sighed and placed her fork on the plate, slowly chewing the food.
“I study at Columbia,” she responded quietly. “I met Wanda at my university, and we hit it off right away.”
“But aren’t you from NYU, Wanda?”
“I just had a quick visit at the university, to see if I still had other options.”
“Were you ever going to tell me that you’ll be studying at Columbia?” I asked, trying my best not to show defectiveness about this conversation. “I thought we agreed to study together and graduate in the same school together.”
“That was the plan, and I want to study with you,” Wanda said, sighing through her nose. “I was just looking at my options. If I didn’t end up studying at NYU, then I’d study at Columbia.”
“But if you ever did study in Columbia, were you going to tell me?”
I was hurt by this information since Wanda knows that she was my only friend, and will always be my best friend. Before we even started college, we both agreed that attending the same school was the best option. I guess she changed her mind after meeting Natasha, who appears to be my nemesis. It’s not like I didn’t want the best for her, but her going to the same school as I made me feel like I was important to her. I would say I’m a little self-centered.
“Of course,” said Wanda with a small smile on her face, holding hands with Natasha. “We still live together, you know? What would be a harm studying in at another university?”
She was right, she has always been right.
I caught Natasha's gaze while we were eating and talking about physics, which I dislike talking about because I despise science. Her eyes appeared... hungry. But I couldn't assume she wanted me that way because she had Wanda, so I shifted my gaze to Kate's. But I could still feel her eyes on me as if they were glued to me only. When I returned my gaze to her, she was staring at Wanda. As strange as it may sound, I liked how she gave me those stares in her eyes because no one would ever stare at me like that.
“What do you study, Y/n?” Natasha asked, eating a forkful of meat that I had just baked in the oven.
“Literature,” I replied quietly, placing my foot on top of the other since I feel like I’m having anxiety talking to this woman who looks like a senior. “You? You seem like a person who doesn’t study.”
“And she speaks,” Wanda giggled, causing everyone to laugh too. “Who taught you how to talk back, missy?”
I shrugged, “Just myself.”
"Photography, in case you were wondering," the redhead replied, wiping her mouth with a tissue as she drank a bottle of beer that I had opened for her. "I photograph places, people, and a variety of other subjects. That’s why me and Wanda are a match, she likes photography.”
There was no way I'd ever match this obnoxious, self-centered, narcissistic individual. I wouldn't call her a narcissist, but she certainly has the appearance of one. Plus, why am I thinking that I could ever get with her? She clearly has those lovey-dovey eyes on Wanda; not me.
“What year are you in?” Kate chimes in, looking at Natasha with curiosity in her eyes.
“Fourth year,” she said. “This is my last year, actually. After that, I might move back to Ohio.”
“Why Ohio?” Peter suddenly asked. Natasha only sighs in response and takes another drink from her beer, smacking her lips together, as if she doesn’t know what to say next or do. Yet, she still replies in that husk tone.
“I have a family there,” she slowly responded, looking briefly at Wanda and then towards me. “Wanda says you’re from Ohio too, that’s where you two met.”
“That’s true,” I said. “But we moved to New York shortly after high school, I’m not technically from here.”
“It seems like it, you don’t have that New Yorker accent.”
"But Peter does," Wanda laughs as she pours herself another cheap red wine and swirls it in her glass. "How do you like living in New York?" It's as if we're in our thirties, but half of us are only in our twenties, and Natasha is almost in her late twenties because Wanda told me her age.
“It’s great,” he says in a positive tone and clasped his hands together on his lap. “The rent is expensive, but it’s all good. I still like the smell of the air here, it never gets old.”
“New York isn’t the most ideal city,” Kate chimed in again. “But you know, they have good schools here. My parents are billionaires, so like I don’t really have to worry about rent.”
“I wish I lived in your life,” I murmured, smirking at her playfully, which Wanda saw and felt uncomfortable in her seat. Was she jealous? “You have billionaire parents and live that rich life, I’m just a girl from Ohio who is incredibly in love with her job.”
“Didn’t you say you work at the bakery?” now, Natasha’s eyes were on me as she spoke. I slowly nodded my head before taking a sip from my wine glass, licking it between my lips. “Do you like working there?”
“It pays the rent, so yeah.”
After dinner, Peter and Kate said their goodbyes and returned home, leaving just me, Wanda, and Natasha on the couch. I was scrolling through Tinder on my phone when I noticed Natasha giving Wanda a head massage and kissing her on the forehead. When I see them do this, especially right in front of me, it makes my stomach churn. How did Wanda find someone so quickly and not me? Why isn't she head over heels in love with me? Why can't I be the one? But if I keep comparing myself to this woman, I know I'll end up feeling terrible.
“You guys should get a room, you’re making me want to vomit," I muttered under my breath, turning off my phone to get a better look at them - but that turned out to be the most sickening thing I've ever done because I was watching them kissing sweetly right in front of me, causing me to stand up and walk back to my room. I went to bed with my lights turned off after a quick warm shower and skincare routine. They were either going to kill me or that girlfriend Wanda had brought into this apartment. Throughout this eventful evening, her eyes were on me instead of Wanda’s – which is kind of suspicious.
I took a deep breath and rolled over on my back, clasping my hands together as my palms sweat. I'm not sure what was wrong with me; I just had this strange feeling about Natasha. Something thumped inside of me when I met her. I sighed and whispered, “Futile devices, how ridiculous that sounds.”
And it truly does if you think about your best friend’s girlfriend.
it gets real in the next part lol
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Angels like you
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff
Summary: Natasha, known for her promiscuous reputation, decides to pursue a relationship with her sister's best friend, Wanda. Wanda gives Natasha a chance, and they enter into a relationship. However, doubts linger about whether Natasha has truly changed her ways for the sake of their love.
Warnings: minor fluff (lol), major angst, lots of cursing, mentions of alcohol, marijuana, and drugs, misunderstanding, college au
Word count: 2,539
╰┈➤ Masterlist Part 2
Natasha Romanoff, a person who has a reputation in bedding women from left to right. She is someone who relentlessly pursues what she desires, seeking satisfaction above all else. She wholeheartedly embraces the "fuckboy" label and her ability to make women fall at her feet.
This Casanova persona has been established because Natasha refused to acknowledge her deep affection for Wanda. Wanda is her little sister's best friend and she's known her ever since they were in elementary school, and has held a special place in Natasha's heart. However, Natasha has denied her feelings for far too long, opting for a reckless path rather than confronting her true emotions.
Wanda, on the other hand, secretly harbors the same affection for Natasha. She has never mustered the courage to express her feelings openly, and even Yelena remains unaware of these unspoken emotions, as Wanda believes that pursuing a romantic relationship with Natasha would likely lead to nothing but heartache.
Their college semester break came in and Natasha decided to stop her fuckboy persona and tried to clean her name the best that she could. She stopped sleeping around during the previous semester as she is planning on confessing her true feelings to Wanda. She is already planning what she's going to do if her confession will be in favor of her or not. But if Wanda rejects her, she will not give up right away since she needs to prove her feelings for the girl.
In her dorm room, Natasha dedicated herself to crafting a heartfelt poem, intricately handcrafting paper roses, and selecting adorable stuffed toys she knew Wanda would love. She's trying to keep these all under wraps because she doesn't want her sister to find out. She couldn't shake the nagging suspicion that Yelena might interfere with her plans, which weighed heavily on her heart.
Natasha planned the day pretending to seek Wanda's help in finding a birthday gift for Yelena. Her request may be true, however, she has her own motive. After they bought the gifts, Natasha asked if they could go see a movie and Wanda happily agreed and is rejoicing with their alone time together. Natasha subtly put her hand on Wanda's lower back as she's guiding her inside the cinema. Nothing too touchy happened as Natasha doesn't want to scare the other woman. After the movie, Natasha once again asked if Wanda would like to come over to her dorm and for a home-cooked dinner. Wanda agreed and even picked the food that she wanted.
While they were eating, Natasha was feeling nervous and just decided to leave the table abruptly. This left Wanda feeling confused and her mind went into different directions when she saw Natasha coming back holding a bouquet of paper roses, cards, and stuffed toys. Wanda is so touched by all of these gifts and the poem that Natasha rose made her heart flutter.
"I wanted to court you for so long, but never had the courage to ask. I know you probably think badly of me, since I have this bad reputation and I would understand if you reject me."
"Natasha… I don't know what to say."
"Wanda, I have liked you since we were in high school but you had a boyfriend back then. Since then, I suppressed my feelings and ended up sleeping with everybody. Gosh, this is embarrassing."
"It's okay, Natasha. Go on."
"I just wanted to ask if I could court you, Wanda. I want you to be my girlfriend."
Wanda felt giddy all of the sudden, but she did not let her emotions cloud her decision.
"I will be giving permission to court me, but it does not mean that you will be my girlfriend eventually. I will need to see that you are not playing with me and are indeed serious."
"Yeah, I can do that. Thank you for the chance, Wanda."
The courtship went on for months and Natasha stayed true to her words. She devoted all of her time with Wanda. Strayed away from any parties and she even stopped smoking for Wanda's sake.
Wanda observed Natasha's determination and decided to give their relationship a chance. Natasha joyfully kissed her with passion, it was a special moment. Yelena, hearing the news, eagerly joined in the celebration of their newfound love. Although Yelena doesn't entirely approve of this relationship, she is happy for them nonetheless.
As their relationship grew, they remained blissfully unaware of the whispers and doubts surrounding them. Among those skeptical was Maria, Natasha's ex-fuckbody who couldn't help but find it amusing that Natasha had chosen someone like Wanda.
Five months into their relationship, Natasha received an invitation to a party. In all honesty, she missed her wild nights of returning to her dorm inebriated, but she certainly didn't miss the casual sexual encounters. Natasha had refrained from rushing into intimacy with Wanda, a gesture that Wanda deeply appreciated.
Natasha told Wanda that she'll be going to a party and will shoot her text once she arrives and leaves the party. Wanda, the angel that she is, let Natasha go and decided to just stay in their dorm.
The scent of alcohol and marijuana filled the air at the party, and Natasha wasted no time in grabbing drinks and reuniting with her friends. It had been too long since they'd partied together, and they were eager to catch up on their lives. Natasha learned that Maria was also present but chose to ignore her presence entirely.
At 1:36 AM, Wanda received a call from Yelena, who insisted that they needed to pick up Natasha, knowing she'd be too intoxicated to drive her bike. When the pair arrived, they began searching for Natasha but stumbled upon a scene they never expected. Natasha was sitting on the couch, in a highly compromising position, with her back to Wanda. Maria was straddling Natasha's lap, draping her arms around her girlfriend's shoulders.
Wanda stood there, rooted to the spot, unable to believe her eyes. She had strongly believed that Natasha had changed and would never return to her old ways. Maria noticed her and leaned down to kiss Natasha's lips.
Wanda's vision blurred with anger, tears started streaming down her face and she stormed out of the party, with Yelena hot on her tail, calling her name repeatedly.
Yelena made sure first to drop off Wanda to her dorm and went back to the party to get her stupid sister. How dare she break Wanda's trust like that. She shook Natasha awake, as she screamed at Natasha to get up and leave the party. Natasha, still groggy, complied without much protest, stumbling into Yelena's car.
Yelena seethed in her seat, her anger lingering in the air but she refrained from venting her frustration aloud. She knew that once she started, there would be no end to it. She drove Natasha back to their dorm in tense silence, practically tossing her onto the bed. Then she noticed all of the lipstick marks on Natasha's face.
Frustration and disappointment welled up within Yelena as she decided to leave her sister alone to deal with the consequences of her actions. Instead, Yelena quietly made her way to Wanda's room, determined to watch over her, knowing that she needed the support more than ever.
The following day, Yelena, filled with curiosity and concern, made her way to her friends' dormitory. She sought out Steve initially, as he seemed the most level-headed and sober among the group, still holding on to his morals. When she finally located Steve, he seemed reluctant to face her, but Yelena was determined.
"Steve, are you seriously going to hide from me?" she questioned.
Steve winced but knew he couldn't evade the conversation any longer. "Uhh... no. Are you here because of what happened last night?"
"Yes," Yelena replied firmly. "I need to know why on earth my sister's face has Maria's lipstick all over."
Steve looked at Yelena with remorse in his eyes. "It's my fault," he admitted regretfully. "I should have warned Natasha about Maria's unhealthy obsession with her. All Maria did last night was try to get close to Natasha, desperate to win her back. She just couldn't let go. Natasha, of course, wasn't having it and they had a heated argument," he sighed and continued his confession. "From then on, we thought nothing major would happen, so we continued drinking and smoking. It all slowly happened because we were confident Maria would eventually stop. However, out of nowhere, we saw them on the couch, Maria kissing Natasha. That's when both you and Wanda walked in and witnessed the scene. Right after you chased Wanda, I managed to pull Maria away from Natasha's lap and noticed that Natasha was nearly unconscious. Tony and I tried to wake her, but she was unresponsive. That's when it hit us – Maria might have drugged her to have her way."
Yelena felt a wave of shock and regret wash over her as Steve's explanation sunk in. She realised that she had misjudged her sister, and jumped to conclusions way too quickly. Determined to clear her sister's name, Yelena hurried back to their dormitory, where Wanda was waiting.
Meanwhile, Natasha began to stir in her bed, her head throbbing with the aftereffects of a wild night. As her vision cleared, she saw Wanda sitting at the edge of her bed.
"Hi, baby," Natasha groaned. "My head is pounding. I must've really drunk a lot last night."
Wanda's expression was stern as she replied, "Yeah, you were so drunk that you cheated on me."
Natasha's eyes widened in shock, and she scrambled to sit up, almost losing her balance. "Cheated on you? What are you talking about?"
"I genuinely thought you have changed, Natasha," Wanda's voice trembled with hurt and anger. "But it seems like everyone was right about you being a heartbreaker who enjoys toying with people's emotions. I can't stand this. You're even denying it to my face!"
Natasha was still bewildered, trying to process everything Wanda was accusing her of. "Wanda, please, just calm down. I need to understand what's going on. I was only with the guys last night. We drank and smoked. Nothing else happened!"
Wanda's resolve remained unshaken. "Keep lying, Romanoff. We're done. I'm breaking up with you."
Desperation crept into Natasha's voice as she pleaded, "Wanda, no, no, no. Please, don't do this, baby. I'll figure this out. I don't even know what I did, but you have to believe me!"
Wanda's voice was resolute as she responded, "If you have any respect left for me and yourself, I suggest you leave me alone. I don't want to see your face ever again. I shouldn't have trusted you." With those words, Wanda stormed out of the dorm room, slamming the door behind her, leaving Natasha standing there, wondering how she had ended up in this heartbreaking situation.
Natasha went to the bathroom and to freshen up and will get this shit right. Upon checking the mirror, she saw all the faded lipstick stains on her face and neck. Fuck! Wanda surely saw all of these and she doesn't even know who she got them in the first place. First, she's going to call Yelena and Steve, second, talk to Wanda after she got her answers about what happened last night.
After taking a shower, she got her phone. No, she will not call Yelena or Steve. She went straight to Wanda's room and try to speak to her. She at least needs to make things right and assure her that she did not cheat on her with anyone.
She knocked on Wanda's door softly and called out her name. There was no answer and Natasha went for plan B, she had a spare key and let herself in. Her heart broke into a million pieces when she saw Wanda crying at the foot of her bed, hugging her knees closely to her body.
"Wanda, baby. Please. Talk to me. I want to make this right."
Wanda, who usually refrains from cursing, has unleashed every ounce of her anger towards Natasha.
"How fucking dare you step into my space! You're a cheater!"
"No, no. Please, I don't understand what you're saying, Wanda. I have zero recollection from last night, and I doubt very much that I've done something to break your trust," Natasha pleaded, her eyes searching Wanda's for any hint of understanding.
Wanda just scoffs. "Classic cheater. Pretends to not remember and blames their actions on the alcohol."
"I am not pretending, Wanda. Please help me out here." Natasha pleaded with desperation.
"Why would I even help you when you fucking put me in this situation!" Wanda screamed and continued berating Natasha. "I can't believe I fell for someone like you. I used to think highly of you and admire you sincerely. That's why I have given you a chance despite your habits. But the saying is real, old habits die hard."
Wanda chuckled to herself, not really minding the words coming out from her mouth. "Who fucking knows! You were probably sleeping secretly with someone else, or probably with Maria since you can't fuck me and get your way with me!" She's now blindingly accusing Natasha with whatever comes into her mind.
"Oh is that it? You were all over her last night because you can't get laid with me. Wow. That's fucked up, Natasha."
Natasha is left stunned once again from all of the insults and accusations that Wanda is throwing at her.
"Maria? What does it have to do with Maria? I have not spoken to that woman since I dumped her. Although she was there last night, I paid her no mind."
"Oh hush now, Natasha. Don't ever fucking lie to me now. You were kissing all too fucking good last night. I saw it. Yelena even saw it too. So don't ever fucking lie to me!"
Natasha, completely lost at the moment and doesn't know what to say anymore. Wanda is saying things she can't remember and she was probably right. She's a cheater who could never be satisfied with her partner.
"What? You're just going to stand there and not say a damn thing? Because I'm right? You're busted? You're pathetic, Natasha. A sly motherfucker who likes to play with people. Is that where you get your pleasure from? Seeing girls fall at your feet and leaving them in hell just for the fun of it?"
"You're hurting me now, Wanda," Natasha replied, her voice laced with sadness.
"You've hurt me more, Natasha. Get the hell out of my room. I never want to see your pathetic face again. I want nothing from you."
Natasha simply nodded and slowly walked to the door. But before she opened it, she cast one last look at Wanda. "I love you, you know." It was the first time either of them had attempted to utter those words.
"Well, I don't," Wanda retorted without hesitation, shattering Natasha's heart even further.
"I understand. Goodbye, Wanda." Natasha's voice cracked as she spoke, determined not to reveal her crumbling emotions.
Perhaps their love for each other had never been enough, and their relationship had been doomed from the very beginning.
This is loosely based on Miley Cyrus' song obv. I can't stop thinking that this could be a wandanat song tbh. So I hope you like this!
@vlake77 here ya go 🫶
#natasha romanoff#wanda maximoff#wandanat#natasha x wanda#wlw#wandanat fanfiction#marvel#sapphics unite#Spotify
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Week 32 Reblog Masterlist
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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 32 2023:
Christmas on the run part I (Nomad!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @holylulusworld 💙
Dare (Carol Peletier X Reader) by @gaypanicmode7766259💚
The fuckboy committee chapter 9: Full sex (Steve Rogers X Reader X Bucky Barnes) by @kinanabinks ❤️
Rejected chapter 1 (Steve Rogers X OC) by @astheskycries 💚💙
Christmas on the run part II (Nomad!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @holylulusworld💙
Soulmate (Carol Danvers X Reader) by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms 💚
The fuckboy committee chapter 10: A new woman (Steve Rogers X Reader X Bucky Barnes) by @kinanabinks ❤️
Rejected chapter 2 (Steve Rogers X OC) by @astheskycries💚💙
The blues (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @stargazingfangirl18💚❤️
The moon (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @alwayssunnyinedensgate 💚💙
Hot boy summer (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anika-ann💚
Rejected chapter 3 (Steve Rogers X OC) by @astheskycries 💚💙
At your service part I (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @writing-for-marvel 💚💙❤️
My lipgloss is all over your lips (Taryn Helm X Mika Yasuda) by @popchoc 💚💙
Miguel’s Reaction to You Taking Him to Watch The Barbie Movie (Miguel O’Hara X Reader) by @sweet-as-an-angel💚
Rejected chapter 4 (Steve Rogers X OC) by @astheskycries💚💙
Ransom’s first I love you (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @drabblewithfrannybarnes💚❤️
Home sweet home chapter 9: Perfect day! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️
At your service part II (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @writing-for-marvel 💚💙❤️
Rejected chapter 5 (Steve Rogers X OC) by @astheskycries 💚💙
Escape (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @golden-ariess ❤️ 🖤
Sharing a bed (Spiderverse characters X Reader) by @angelltheninth💚
Friend of a friend (Stucky X Reader) by @angelkhi❤️
Rejected chapter 6 (Steve Rogers X OC) by @astheskycries💚💙
Wonderstruck chapter 5 (Wanda Maximoff X Reader) by @messedupfan 💚💙
A fair punishment (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @witchywithwhiskey❤️
Apotheosis (Miguel O’Hara X Reader) by @wint3r-h3art❤️
Rejected chapter 7 (Steve Rogers X OC) by @astheskycries 💚💙
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2022 Bucky Barnes Fic Rec 3
masterlist | req masterlist
All of them are COMPLETE Series.
✨- fav fics
Status - Completed
1. The Two of Us by @bucky-bucket-barnes ✨
Bucky x Avenger!Reader WandaVision AU
You and Bucky go to investigate the phenomenon happening in Westview, New Jersey. While attempting to understand the issue, you yourselves are sucked into Wanda’s world of pretend. Now, you believe yourselves to be the happily married Mr. and Mrs. Barnes; in real life, you are most definitely not a happy pair. It is up to you and Bucky to piece together what’s happening while dealing with one another inside the hex.
2. Wordpeddler by @heli0s-writes
Bucky x Reader Social Media AU
An online petition for the Avengers to be interviewed turns into a series of misadventures with the so-called wordpeddler.
3. Almost Had Me Believing It by @tuiccim
Bucky x Reader
An undercover operation playing Bucky Barnes' wife is a dream come true. Playing house in the suburbs while trying to take down a drug ring brings you and Bucky closer but a nosy neighbor causes trouble in paradise.
4. Who’s She? | The Long Run by @itsapeterthing ✨
Bucky x Doctor!Reader (2 parts)
when sam gets injured during a mission and isn’t able to go to a hospital, bucky brings him and natasha to his own home to get cared for by his girlfriend, y/n, who he’s been keeping a secret.
5. trilogy by @buckycuddlebuddy
Fuckboy!Bucky x Reader College AU
he was toxic. most of the time you were with him, you were used for pleasure only, you knew that, and he wasn’t hiding it. maybe it was how good he made you feel that made you fell in love with him, or maybe it was the fact that he somehow made you feel like you were someone ─ but you fell in love with him. although you knew in the beginning that you shouldn’t have, it was way too late for that, now. you were in too deep.
6. I’m With You by @wkemeup ✨
Bucky x Reader Modern AU
When two strangers meet on a layover in the Charlotte Airport, they are sent on a whirlwind weekend filled with cancelled flights, painful questions over giant checkers, an ex-boyfriend’s wedding, and a confrontational graduation. They find that a lifetime can sit in the span of three days and it doesn’t take very long at all to fall in love.
7. Cheek to Cheek by @wienerbarnes
Bucky x Criminal!Reader
Mentions and descriptions of kidnapping, torture, and being held in prison, crime stuff, warnings will be more specific depending on the chapter
8. Tinman by @indyluckycharlie
Bucky x Prosthetist!Reader
Bucky survives the fall from the train and comes home, hoping to return to his old life. But he’s not the man he was before. He’s not sure he’ll ever be.
9. Say It by @sgtjbuccky ✨
Bucky x Reader
In where you loved Bucky unconditionally, enough to sacrifice your life for his happiness, now Bucky tries to save yours.
10. Peach Scones by @sgtjbuccky ✨
Bucky x Reader
In where Bucky has it so bad for you, he cannot find the words to confess his feelings. After an entire year of failed attempts, plus a declaration of love for scones, he decides it’s about time the words come out of his mouth. Only Bucky knows himself and is certain it’s gonna be one hell of a challenge.
11. Hostage of Your Eyes by @sinner-as-saint
Mob!Bucky x Reader
You accept an unusual offer made by a very familiar, but dangerous mob boss. And despite the rather bizarre situation and all the troubles which come along the way; old flames rekindle – and you find love again, where it wasn’t supposed to be.
12. No Such Thing by @sanguineterrain
College!Bucky x Reader
You’ve been assigned to write a column for your school paper on the team’s spectacular running back. You don’t care very much for your university’s football team; you just can’t understand the hype, okay? Turns out your distaste for football bigheads was exactly on point: James Barnes is insufferable.
13. Take it Back by @allandoflimbo
Bucky x Reader Modern AU
About five years ago, a one night stand with Y/N tore Bucky’s life apart. It was also the night before his wedding. Now he’s married to her sister and she needs a place to stay.
14. Who I Was Looking For by @soopranatural
Bucky x Reader Soulmate AU
Even after you started wearing cuffs, the words are engraved in your mind as well as your wrist. You know you’re not destined for love as soon as you learn how to read. How could you? When the words “Sorry, you’re not who I was looking for” are written in black ink on your skin.
15. Tinder Match by @sunflowergirl522
Bucky x Reader Social Media AU
You look at the older people on Tinder joking about finding a sugar daddy. That’s when you stumble upon a man claiming to be 106. Intrigued you swipe right and match with him.
16. Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader Collection by @itsapeterthing
40s!Bucky x Rogers!Reader
You’ve known your brother’s best friend Bucky Barnes since before you can even remember. As the two of you get older, your relationship grows from one of teasing friendship to an everlasting love. Despite all odds and decades apart, you never fail to find each other every time.
17. Love You Forever • 2 | Where’d All The Time Go • 2 by @coffeecatsandcandles
Dad!Bucky x Reader
Bucky reunites with you after the blip, only to find out he's now a father.
Bucky's daughter comes home to tell him that she's lost her first tooth.
18. Ladykiller by @mymoonagedaydream
Bucky x Reader College AU
By now you were pretty skilled at recognising players, but for some reason you just couldn’t fucking stay away from them
20. A Certain Romance by @wienerbarnes
Bucky x Reader Fake Dating AU
With the threat of yet another bad date at the result of Sam Wilson’s meddling, Bucky’s desperate to find a solution. As are you, another victim to Sam’s failed matchmaking. The two of you come up with a genius plan: pretend to date each other in order to escape the poking and prying nose of the Falcon.
21. Much Ado About Nothing by @wienerbarnes
Bucky x Reader
As Steve, Sam, and Bucky return home from a grueling mission where Steve has a near-death experience, he makes the last minute decision to propose to his long-time girlfriend, Sharon Carter. To pass the time until the impulsive wedding, the team decides to play a game: Get Bucky to fall in love with their residential tech expert, also coincidentally the bane of Bucky’s existence - You.
22. Flashing Lights by @pellucid-constellations
Paramedic!Bucky x Reader (2 parts)
Bucky’s worst fears come true when he’s called to a scene. If he’s the one with the dangerous job, then why is it your life that’s hanging in the balance?
23. Teach Me How to Love by @buckyismybicycle
Dad!Bucky x Teacher!Reader
Natasha leaves behind her precious daughter, Yelena, and with her dying breath asks Bucky to look after her.
24. Secret Confession by @buckysmischief
Bucky x Reader Social Media AU
After an unexpected break up with Bucky, you change a few things. Your hair, your number, even your schedule for the upcoming semester. But after weeks of dodging the topic, your roommates (MJ, Peter and the Twins) and your close friend Natasha decide it’s time to help you move on.
26. The Rumor by @sidepartskinnyjeans
Bucky x Agent!Reader
there's a rumour going around the compound about you and Sergeant Barnes, which is ridiculous because he's an avenger and you're a junior agent. How would a rumour like that even get started?
27. Our Home to Heal by @subwaysurf45
Bucky x Reader
working at the VA, you’ve found your place. helping people in the sobriety unit as well as cooking for the food bank, the VA had everything for you. Bucky Barnes has a not-so-good first impression but after dealing with a dark recent past he finds you to help him heal.
28. Sixth Sense by @buckybarnesowl
Bucky x Enhanced!Reader
Bucky struggles to find his place after Team Cap returns to the compound. People are still wary of the ex-assassin, including some of the Avengers, but you know better. You sense his goodness despite, and you’ll do anything to make feel what you feel.
29. A Half-Naked Nurse and Wrong Ideas by @urimaginespimp ✨
Bucky x Reader (2 parts)
you’ve gotten sick and Bucky takes care of you
30. This Love by @urimaginespimp
Bucky x Witch!Reader
A multi-chapter fic between the reader and Bucky in different settings of the MCU, starting with them meeting during Civil War, up to TFAWTS.
31. Sweeter Than Honey by @foreverindreamlandd ✨
Mechanic!Bucky x Assistant!Reader
It's your first international trip working for bestselling author Tony Stark as his new personal assistant, and you're desperate to prove yourself worthy of such an incredible opportunity. But when things start to go wrong whilst staying in Dublin, and suddenly you're stuck in the middle of the Wicklow Mountains with a flat tire, you're convinced that you'll be fired before the day is over. Luckily, a handsome, blue-eyed mechanic with an accent that makes your insides melt comes just in time to save the day.
32. Solace by @winterdrag0n ✨
Bucky x Reader Modern AU
After years of living abroad, you’re finally back to New York with a failed marriage and a flashy new job at Art Gallery. In your cousin Steve’s wedding, you meet Bucky again. Your relationship with Bucky had been complicated, to say the least. He had been your childhood enemy, friend with benefits and drinking buddy. But this time, with new circumstances, the two of you might find solace in each other.
33. Keeping Me Up by @writing-for-marvel
Neighbor!Bucky x Reader
When Bucky moves in next door, you seem to get much less sleep than when your previous neighbour lived in apartment 4a.
34. The Name of the Game by @matchamunson
Bucky x Reader College AU
Bucky Barnes doesn’t do love or relationships. He does nights of meaningless sex and the occasional date before ghosting his latest victim. When his roommates bet him $200 he’ll never be able to get a girl to fall in love with him, he’s all in. Enter Y/N Y/L/N, seemingly good girl next door that Bucky knows he’ll be able to make fall for him. When she finds out about the bet Y/N only has one thing in mind: beat the bastard at his own game.
35. Paws and Pins by @matchamunson
Tattoo Artist!Bucky x Reader Social Media AU
In which Bucky runs into the owner of the animal shelter across the street from his shop.
36. Amaranthine by @kashimos-hajime ✨
Bucky x Reader
a boy and a girl went off to war. they fell in love and the devil laughed.
37. Nightmare by @petertingle-yipyip
Bucky x Hydra!Reader
You were only in New York for a recon mission. Seek out and assess the threat. But when you get distracted by a handsome soldier, plans change.
38. Heartlines by @buckyskorpion
Bucky x Reader
When Reader moves into Avengers Tower to finish her PhD in safety, the last thing she expects is to have something in common with the shy insomniac Bucky Barnes.
39. Reset by @lunarbuck ✨
Winter Soldier!Bucky x Reader
The government has fallen, Hydra has taken over. You were an agent of SHIELD long before the reign of terror began, and became a member of the resistance when they needed you most. Everything changes when the Winter Soldier captures you from your safe house.
40. Long Black by @evanstarff
Bucky x Agent!Reader
After a disastrous HYDRA coup goes wrong, Bucky Barnes is forced to go under witness protection at a coffee shop – with you as his highly trained ‘bodyguard’. Is something brewing between you or is he just tall, dark, and bitter?
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Someone To Love
Innocent Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader
Summary: You and Wanda get assigned to do a project together, and things turn out better than planned.
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI
A/N Thanks @jgmg10 for helping me and requesting! It's been a while since I uploaded a fic here and the first time I write smut, so let me know what you guys think.
Translation: Blyad'-Fuck, Malysh-Baby
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2nd POV
You could hear the other students murmuring good and bad comments as soon as you arrived at school. You were very popular in high school for being captain of the varsity soccer team and sleeping with many girls.
Yes, you were known as a 'fuckboy'. It didn't bother you when people called you that. You have to live life to the fullest because it could end at any second, right?
You got angry on the inside, seeing that your teammates went to the locker room to leave their equipment for the game later today.
You were temporarily suspended from the team because you got a 'D' in health, and the teacher complained about how you never gave a damn in his class.
You start heading to the class, which ironically is health. You hoped your coach would let you back on the team by being good in that class. That was the only reason you assisted school today.
As you get to class, you notice the girl that has always caught your interest. Wanda Maximoff. She came from Sokovia and has been an A-grade student since joining this school. You liked it when the teachers chose her to read. It was amazing to hear her sweet voice still laced with her Sokovian accent.
You were lost in your thoughts and didn't notice when the principal approached you. "Mr. L/n, it is time for you to go to class." The principal instructed.
You ran to class, and as you got there, everybody started laughing at how you had interrupted the teacher by abruptly opening the door. "Sorry, Mr., I got lost." You said. "Y/n, you expect me to believe you got lost in the school you've been assisting for the past two years? Please take a seat." The teacher said not wanting to deal with you anymore.
You did as told. You gave a glance at where Wanda was sitting. She was smiling at what had just happened. 'She has the most beautiful smile.' You thought.
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"Okay, class, take out your textbooks. We're going to talk about Sex Ed." The teacher announced. "Y/n should give the class because he's got a lot of experience with sex." A classmate commented, making the class laugh.
You usually don't appreciate people giving information about your personal life, but today you were going to let your pride win. "Fuck yeah, I do!" You shouted, making the class erupt in laughter again.
"Class, settle down." The teacher said to get back everyone's attention. "For this unit, I want you all to do a project with a partner." The teacher said, and everyone started cheering.
"But I will choose who works with who." The whole class was displeased after this. Most of them had already thought of who they would work with. You didn't care; you just wanted to get your grade up to get back into the team.
You got lost in your own world as the teacher began saying the names of the people who would work together. "Wanda Maximoff and Y/n L/n." You returned to the real world as the teacher announced who you would work with.
You spent the rest of the time ignoring the teacher and glancing at Wanda. You've noticed that she would sometimes look at you and smile. Unbeknownst to you, Wanda had a crush on you. The thought of her being in your arms made her blush.
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The class had finally ended, and the only thing you wanted was to head home. A cheerleader approached you. "Hey, Y/n. I heard you're not playing today." The reminder got you annoyed. "Yeah, it looks like news runs very fast around here." You said.
The cheerleader giggled. "Well, I have nothing to do this evening. Maybe you could come over." She said in a flirty tone. You were about to agree with her but remembered of the project with Wanda. "Sorry, got more important things to do." You left before she tried to change your mind.
You went out to the campus to try to find Wanda, which you did. She was sitting on a bench alone, reading a book. Wanda wasn't like most girls; she preferred to stay home and focus on school instead of going out to parties. You just stood there and admired her looks until she noticed you.
"H-hi Y/n. What has brought you here?" She asked. You were able to keep your composure. "I wanted to ask if you can come to my house this afternoon to work on the project, of course." You thought she would deny your request. You know well your reputation proceeds you.
"Yes, I am available today."She said with a sweet smile. She reached for her backpack and pulled out a sandwich. "Want half?" she asked. You found this sweet. You can't recall the last time someone did an act of kindness towards you.
"Oh no, I'm o-" "Come on, I know when someone is hungry." She didn't let you refuse. You sat next to her and took half of her sandwich. "Thank you." you told her, and she just smiled.
You both spend the rest of the time talking before returning to class. You had insisted on walking Wanda to class. "I had a really great time." She told you. "Yeah, me too." You responded, not knowing what else to do. "Uh, see you later. Bye, Wanda." You told her. "Goodbye, Y/n." She said before entering class.
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Time passed by, and you finally headed home. You took a shower to be presentable when Wanda arrived. Luckily your parents were going to be away for a week. You heard the doorbell which announced Wanda had finally arrived.
You opened the door, revealing it was, in fact, Wanda. "Hi Wanda, thanks for coming." You truthfully said. "Don't worry, Y/n. I'm here to help." She happily responded.
Not wanting to waste time, you bring her to your room, where she tells you she did not expect your room to be so clean. You spent an hour working and getting to know more about each other. It was unique to you how fast you felt attached to Wanda than other persons you have known for a long time. Time had passed by when Wanda asked a question out of the blue.
"Y/n, are we friends?" Most likely, but if you wanted to tell the truth, it had to be now. "We can be if you wish to, but I have to tell you something before." You got closer to her. "I like you, Wanda, and I want to get to know you better." You grabbed her hand. In times like these, you wish you hadn't built up a reputation for sleeping with many girls.
Wanda grabbed your hand and squeezed it. "I also like you Y/n." She said in a sweet low tone. Both of you got closer and joined your lips in a sweet kiss. The kiss passed from a normal kiss to one fighting for dominance.
You pushed Wanda to your bed and broke the kiss. We don't have to do anything if you don't want to." You said. Wanda was regaining the breath lost from the kiss. "I do. Just know it's my first time." You raised a hand and caressed her face. "I'll go slow. If anything say 'witch,' that's going to be your safeword."
You took off her shirt and started playing with her breast. Wanda moaned in pleasure. "You like that, baby?" You asked. "Yes!" Wanda let out. You started sucking one of her nipples and squeezed her other one with your hand. After a while, you stopped with her breast and proceeded to remove her pants. You stood in between her legs. She was already wet. You grabbed her legs, removed her shoes, and then made a trail of kisses from her ankle to her clit. Once there, you get on top of her and align yourself in her entrance. You pushed yourself inside her. Wanda moaned in pain and pleasure. "How do you feel, love?" You asked her, concerned. "I'm alright. You can start now." She said.
You started at a slow pace. "So tight, my love." you said and kissed her neck, leaving some hickeys. "Blyad'." Wanda moaned out. You didn't know what that word meant, but it encouraged you to start moving at a faster pace. Her walls felt like silk. You moved your hands and kneaded her breast. You've had sex with many women, but this time it was special; you were doing it with someone you loved. After a while, her walls started to clench you. "Malysh, I'm so close." She cried out. "Come with me love." She moaned once she had her orgasm, and after a few thrusts, you grunted, finishing inside her.
After regaining your breath, you went for a cloth to clean her up. You lay down next to her and used a blanket to cover both of you. "This was special." Wanda said as she rested her head on your chest. "You are special." You said as you planted a kiss on Wanda's forehead. Both of you drifted off to sleep. It looks like you have finally found a special person to love.
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A/N: Thanks for reading!
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modern au fem!hanwenzhou
okay so like, pretty much all my art is someone else's fault. i stand by this. this is the fault of @antique-forvalaka (henceforth siv). blame or thank her. she just showed up unprovoked and was like, "fem!wkx has a flat ass and fem!zzs is big tiddy tomboy," and i was like, "umm???" what was i meant to do? NOT draw them? it's a modern au because i don't fuck with drawing hanfu.
most of these were drawn when i was too sick to write and lemme tell you i 100% underestimated the effect of a cough on drawing art. the lineart on wkx's piece took me so fucking long. i even had to go back in and redo bits of it. that's why some of it looks wonky but shhhh don't look.
assorted headcanons beneath the cut:
fem!zzs
this was the first one i started drawing, and then i nearly gave up because zzh's face is the fucking worst to draw. like, i even tried tracing a still and it still didn't look like him. okay, thots:
f!zzs has long hair that she takes relatively good care of but she pretty much always just ties up and ignores
she keeps it long because she sometimes does infiltration missions and it's helpful to appear super feminine
she knows how to be pretty and well presented but she literally never gives a shit
left alone she will happily sit in a sports bra and panties and eat ramen
oh yeah when she's lying low after leaving tc she disguises herself as a male vagabond. @luckydragon10 is very attached to f!zzs's fake stubble.
the hoodie look is an adaptation of my favourite zzs look from woh which is the meili look. look i am a simple woman, put the characters in a veiled hat and my brain just goes hrrrrnnnnng.
fem!wkx
oh hello other actor in this drama who is incredibly fucking hard to draw. luckily i had already drawn modern wkx before so i was a bit more used to his face. okay, some more thots:
the first one i drew was the big profile which is labelled in the csp file as tiddies out wkx
in my head f!wkx has a flat ass and flat chest bc siv said so, but she wishes she were curvy like wkx
she's very much styled after a femme fatale, emphasis on the fatal
she's pretty much always immaculately turned out, perfect make-up, perfect clothes, all very expensive
i had to draw her in stockings and garter belt. i just had to. also that lace texture killed me and took me like half of wanda//vision (which i was watching in the background) to get right
part of the reason i even did modern au was because i wanted to draw wkx with a sniper rifle
on that note the sniper rifle is traced from a photo bc i am lazy and at that point was very ill
"oh? so you have chosen death~♡" -- that's her vibe
fave wkx is angery wkx up in the top right corner. i drew her last.
one big regret that i didn't draw her splattered in blood and smirking like lelouch from code geass. i just think that would be neat.
fem!hy
thank u han ying for having a face that i can draw. thank u actor for having distinguishable features for my face blind self. thank u. thots:
this was the last set of these that i drew and i had to think long and hard about what to do for her. i knew i wanted her to be shorter than zzs but curvier than wkx but that was literally it
originally when i started drawing f!hy i gave her short curly hair, like close to a pixie cut, but i couldn't make it look right, so i went back to siv and extracted her suggestion of a side cut or undercut
in my head, hy and zzs run two-man missions all the time, with zzs as front woman and hy as tactical support/getaway driver
siv said to me that she sees wkx playing dress-up with hy bc hy is more receptive to it than zzs and i was like oh yes so that's why there's a little classy hy over on the right
also the more i drew f!hy with her little undercut and sweats i realised she looked like a fuckboi and i was here for it
special shout out to my favourite tac gear item: the throat mic. they're just so sexy. don't come at me.
shout out to fancy dress ass-kicking hy. the backstory here is that wkx put her in a pretty dress for a nice evening out only for it to devolve into a battlefield so hy takes off her heels and just starts blasting.
oh yeah special shout out here bc my brain was just like "play with the colours" so i did and now there is no consistent colouring for this set.
anyway i love hy's little button nose. so cute. love drawing it.
ok i'm done.
standard disclaimers for my art: all of it was drawn in clip studio paint (my beloved). i use pose references using the built-in 3D models and assorted poses i've downloaded from the store. faces are drawn using stills from the show i've founded on google images. when i draw fashion there's a high change it's from runway collections, in this case hy's dress is from the paolo sebastian moonlight serenade collection, specifically this one. and the fancy han ying look is adapted from ashi studio fall/winter 2017, specifically this look.
#kaputt suffers in art#fem!hwz#idk what the woh fandom tags are but#woh#hanwenzhou#at this point i should probably make a master tag for all my gender swaps bc i am apparently not done#neither am i restricted to kp#fem!zzs#fem!wkx#fem!hy#modern au#i wasn't actually planning on posting this#it was just for siv and co#but siv told me the woh girlies would want to see it#so i'm posting it for them#all of you can thank her for this#this is part of a greater effort i am undergoing to relearn how to shade faces#when i was at uni i just used block shading bc it was fast and looked decent#but before i did not#so i am relearning
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It has been a long time since I have done a rec list (years actually). And with so many writers and creators not getting the recognition they deserve.
🔞 = mature
💋 = smut
🌑 = dark/angst
🍭 = fluff
Bucky Barnes recs
A Long Night by @whateveriwant 🔞 💋
Conflicted Series by @helium-queen 🔞 💋
Fairy Tale by @sunshine-on-my-mind 🍭
Memories (Sweet Like Cocoa) by @thornsnvultures 🔞
Sunshine by @sgrdoll 🔞 💋 🍭
Steel Blue by @rassvetsky 🔞 💋 🍭
S.W.A.L.K. by @nexusnyx 🍭
Uncle Buck Series by @enchantedbarnes 🍭
Steve Rogers recs
Don't Scream by @junipermuses 🔞 💋 🌑
Ethereal Series by @oh-my-damn 🍭
Jealous by @violette-hue 🔞 💋
Safe by @rogerswifesblog 🌑 🍭
Sweet Indulgences by @sweetascanbee 🍭
Sweetest Salvation by @hansensgirl 🔞 🌑
You're Gonna Set Me on Fire, My Brain is Flaming, I Don't Know which Way to Go by @tulipsbymybed 🔞 💋
Loki Recs
A Christmas Wish by @simplyholl 🔞 💋
Brut Gold by @mochie85 🌑
Getting through Winter by @anonymousfiction211 🌑 🍭
Peak of Demonstration by @terrissoakedworld 🔞 💋
Purr... by @michelleleewise 🍭
Stucky Recs
Fuckboy Committee Series by @kinanabinks 🔞 💋
Honey Bunny Series by @vivwritesfics 🔞 💋 🌑
I Need a Hug by @yagurl-snow 🍭
Tired Daddy by @hellfiresangel 🔞 🍭
Wanda Maximoff Recs
Bend & Snap by @writing-house-of-m 🍭
Edge of the Pool by @aves-ery 🔞 💋
I'm Here by @smalls-words 🌑 🍭
Strawberry Lipgloss by @lunardosed 🍭
This isn't My Universe by @hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch 🔞 🌑
Thor Recs
Be My Queen by @peeta-is-useless 🔞 🍭
Best Friends by @mostly-marvel-musings 🍭
By the Herald of Thunder by @goodgirlofglory 🔞 💋 🍭
Thunder and Flowers by @littlelioncub43 🔞 💋
Wallflower Series by @darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor 🔞 💋🌑
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A Beautiful Mess
Wanda Maximoff x F!R
College AU; Nat x Yelena x Sibling!R
Warnings: Wanda is a bit of a Fuckboy, aka, Angst -> Fluff | Themes of Insecurity | Violence/Injury. |
Smut: Switches. Mommy(Slip) (W), Detka/Good Girl (R) Oral/Fingering (W), Face Riding (R). Tribbing. Degradation. Praise. Overstim. Marking.
When Valkyrie had invited you out tonight you were hesitant to accept the offer, and when she simply reiterated her words with an emphasis on date you were stunned into breathlessness.
You weren't known as a party person, you were a homebody that joined at the most random of times, as in when forced by Yelena or Wanda.
——
Your little sister always wanted to keep you included, because she loved having you around, and well, you made her feel safe. Instead of saying this, she'd get you to go by telling you that staying home with your books and studies made you too boring like Natasha and she couldn't stand to have another her.
You knew, without a shadow of doubt, that Yelena would not approve of this date, she is a fan of vetting your potential suitors—all one of them that you've had, and she's good at the job. She expressly warned you just how bad news that devilish woman was. You brushed her off though, and by the following weekend you were ugly sobbing over a pint of ice cream with your sisters. Natasha held you, and Yelena held a smug grin until the redhead swatted it away.
Doubling down, the blonde had sworn you off from her Rugby teammates, she knew how they got down, and she'd warned you of their severe inability to commit to a game plan most days, let alone to another human being. So trusting the woman tonight was a gamble, you'd always been told that that was what love was. It was meant to, hypothetically, be well worth the risk. Your mother Melina's lengthy divorce an example of the potential fallout, but even with the odds stacked against you, you're gonna try.
Which is probably why you don't gamble much.
Then there's the problem of Wanda Maximoff, the woman that makes your heart beat wildly in your chest. Like now, just the thought of her gets you excited beyond words, but you've got no right to feel this way, she wasn't yours. At least not the way you want, you were merely friends with exponential benefits, like sex.
You trust her wholly, you've known her since middle school, she was Nat's best friend, so the unwelcome feelings of love sadly made sense.
You'd always been just as close as you were all in the same grade, but where their relationship was a strong platonic field of friendship that was oh so easy to navigate, the two of yours was more like a shakily crafted dance, there was an obvious mutual attraction, but it was usually disregarded for the sake of peace. Nat was fiercely protective of you along with Lena, and truth be told so was Wanda, you were too nice, so they always had to look out for you.
It was exactly why when you set off for college, instead of the military like Natasha, that you'd ended up with the woman as a dorm mate. Nat had pleaded with the school to make it happen, and though Wanda was nonchalant about the whole making it happen part, she was ecstatic when move in day came. After the first set of frat parties you'd all attended there was a shift between the two of you, it was as if with your minds clouded that invisible barrier fell away.
The following morning came with headaches, and before you could express how happy you were that this finally happened Wanda spoke up first, and made you grateful you never did.
It was well known to you that she enjoyed her freedom, and that included being able to sleep with whomever, whenever she pleased. You also knew that no one else got to cuddle her afterwards, so you took that as a win, she clearly loved you, she just didn't know how to.
She came from a broken family too, her father died when she was younger, and her mother eventually remarried an asshole for his surplus of money, she couldn't fathom finding love if it was so easily lost, and the way her mother tried to replace her dad left a bitterness in her heart.
So for a little over two years now the two of you've been sleeping together casually, well as casual as two people can be when ignoring the glaring truth. The feelings you have for her continue to grow by the day, but you expertly keep them locked away in a vault located beneath your heart. Ignorance is bliss right?
Most importantly though, neither of your sisters know about the sex. They loved Wanda, but they loved you a hell of a lot more. You knew if your sisters figured it out the whole thing would come crashing down, and you couldn't risk that. You'll take Wanda in whatever way she presents herself to you.
The only problem you face here though is the brunette's jealousy, she tries to mask it when she sees you swiping on apps, but you see it. Every time without fail she'd find a way to wave off the people on the app, "They're too ugly for a pretty girl like you Y/N," or "I know them, trust me, you're not missing much," and her favorite is, "Aren't we having enough fun?"
It was usually then that you'd lock your phone and leave the dorm in a hurry. The last thing you wanted was to blow up on her, but it also hurt to be treated this way by the one you love.
As if you were meant to rely on her for all your affection, but she could seek it out elsewhere.
Wanda was good at making you forget the hurt when you'd return, she'd pout at you as soon as you entered the dorm, then without words she would apologize. Usually with dinner, and a movie that led to you beneath her, her plans of one sided exclusivity working once again. But in this scenario she wasn't able to stop the ball from rolling as your majors were opposite.
Wanda couldn't keep Valkyrie from getting to you when she was unaware of her interest, and as you told her about it in a rush to get ready she was left stunned on her lumpy mattress.
"Y/N/N," she whined, "I had a movie set up, and all the junk food in the world for us!"
Wanda was missing you like crazy as of late, you'd been neglecting her insatiable need for you without intending to as midterm season set in. Nearly every day now you'd stumble in a little after midnight truly exhausted, and she'd have to watch you slump into your bed with hardly a mumble of good night before snores filled the dreadfully boring room, she hated it.
She hated the way you overworked yourself, but she found she hated this much more. Val knew, hell, majority of the campus knew you were logistically unspoken for, but you were not, you were Wanda's. "I love you Wands, but I am not skipping a date for the Barbie movie."
"I'll have you know this is part of a feminist movement!" She gasped as she threw a pack of little bites at your head, it was her last chance to reel you in, but it failed as you set it back on her tray of snacks. You offered her a sad smile, "I'll be back around 12am if I don't get lucky, if that's the case we can gorge out and watch it."
Wanda watched you leave with a scowl, you most certainly wouldn't be getting lucky tonight if she had anything to do with it, there's not a chance in hell someone else gets to have you when you fit so perfectly in her arms.
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Wanda didn't have much to worry about it turned out, as not even fifteen minutes into the party did you find yourself all alone. Nobody paid you any mind as they brushed by, except for the few sleazy guys sizing you up, probably determining if you'd give it up or were a prude.
After a few more moments of solitude you left the table of drinks Valkyrie left you at, and awkwardly went in search of her only to find out Yelena was right. Valkyrie wasn't to be trusted, and you learned that as you witnessed her tongue down the throat of an innocent bystander, Darcy Lewis, while sat in the lap of her smirking ex girlfriend Carol Danvers lap.
"Um, can you tell me where you left my coat?"
Valkyrie turned to you with a dazed expression, clearly she held no regrets. But it just as soon morphed into one of terror at the unconsidered realization when she'd asked you out, the idea of Yelena finding out was a tad worrisome.
Val had every intention of showing you a good time, then she saw Carol flirting with Darcy and left you at the table in a jealous rage.
"Y/N, I," she lazily began to defend herself as she clamored off her tumultuous lovers lap, and you watched with pity as the science nerd from your Wednesday course scrambled off.
"Save it Valkyrie, I knew you were a sleaze, but I needed the distraction so I accepted the date," you spat, "What a shame I didn't get any head."
"There's still time," Carol offered, chuckling softly to herself when you only flipped her off.
"Please, don't tell Yelena," she tried to appeal to you, she knew from high school experience that you were the more gentle of your sisters.
You snorted, "We both know it doesn't matter, she always finds out, you're already doomed."
"You have to have some pull," Carol tried, she appeared calm, but you could see the sweat on her brows. "Cute, how much of a pushover do you take me to be Danvers? I'll let her find out, and I'll make sure to cry really good for her."
Before the jocks could catch you by the arm to try and plead their case you'd slipped through the crowd of sweaty bodies, and out the front door. Aimless as you were the day you were born as you quickly left the fraternity house.
You sniffled as you walked across the dimly lit football field of your campus, an after effect of streaming tears that had since dried up under the influence of the brisk winter wind. Dread filled you at the prospect of going home, you knew that if you went to Mama Melina's your sisters would be at the frat house in seconds.
That made you grimace just at the thought, sure they hurt you, however your heart will mend in due time, but you fear that if your sisters got to the jocks their bones wouldn't.
You also knew that if you returned to your dorm before two am, the one you share with your sometimes lover, she'd still be awake. Then she would be doing much of the same.
Neither option suited your fancy, so after you used the sleeve of your worn down hoodie to wipe at your raw to the touch nose you pulled out your phone to try for Kate. But as if fate had a funny way of working its magic you met not only the aforementioned woman, but also the grassy ground as you tumbled over her.
"Sestra, what's happened? Why are you crying? Why are you out wandering all alone this late?! Do you have no sense of safety? Hello??"
Great, Yelena was here too, you found out as she now hovered over you. It was hard to make out her features as her curled hair shielded her face from the stadium lights, but you could see her bright eyes full of concern. "I-I," you tried to give her some excuse, but when you saw her pouting down at you empathetically you lost your resolve; the shifty dam broke once more.
Yelena looked to Kate in a panic, the archer jumped into gear when she heard your sobs. The couple rearranged you so that Yelena could sit down and hold you tightly from behind, one of the few fond memories you held close to your heart from your time in the orphanage.
Kate sat down beside you two, settling down to the left of your bodies. Ever the prepared one she had reached into her bag and pulled out some tissues, water, and some chewing gum.
After you practically melted into your sister, you felt Kate dabbing away the tears and snot that now dripped down your face, and neck. The embarrassment you felt was immense, but as if she knew—she always did, she shushed you like a mother hen does her hoard of chicks.
"Shhh honey, it's okay, trust me, I've dealt with so much worse when your little sister is sick," Kate coo'd softly with a silly smirk following her words, and to both of the women's delight you giggled hoarsely.
"I'm not little."
Your sisters serious grumbling from behind you caused you to cackle brokenly, as funny as she was your throat was far too parched to produce the proper sounds. Kate took that as her sign to lift the bottle to your lips, and you gulped it down appreciatively, and so she tilted it with you to ensure you got every last dribble.
"All better?" Yelena asked concernedly from behind to which you nodded while smiling at her girlfriend who extended you a piece of gum, "Can you tell us what happened sestra?"
Kate sent her lover a glare as she watched your lip wobble again, tears once again brimmed, and you spun in your sisters arms to try and offer her an explanation, but she could see by the guilty look in your eyes you'd broken rules.
"Who did it?" her voice was level, there was a lilt of danger to it though, and you shivered.
You nearly said Wanda, because though it was Valkyrie who set you off tonight, it was Wanda that you saw with every intrusive thought.
"Valkyrie," you hiccup, "a-and Carol."
"Ya ub'yu ikh," the blonde growled, her arms now significantly tighter around you. "Net."
(I will kill them / No)
"What do you mean no? They knew better!"
"So did I," you remind her with a heavy sigh, "You warned me, and I still accepted the date."
Yelena didn't plan on fully letting this go, but for the sake of your happiness she dropped it for now and with the help of Kate she got you back on your feet, "Where were you going?"
You shrugged, and the blonde was perplexed. This obviously wasn't the way to your dorm, she once again brushed passed the unknown though, and instead she pulled you in close to keep you warm, "We'll go to mama's then, I know how much you have missed Natasha."
"Okay," you smiled softly as you agreed with her, Natasha only just returned from her tour in Germany, and you were all going home next weekend to see her, but sooner sounded better.
You quietly walked in the middle of the couple, both of them holding your hand in a protective manner that made you feel so warm that the frigid cold air stopped bothering you as much.
Natasha was posted at the front door, her arms opened a mile away and you sprinted up the driveway until you were sobbing into her chest.
"What am I? Chopped liver?" Yelena groaned, but she smiled at your older sister who nodded to her that she was safe to take Kate to bed.
Their plans of partying long over, and as Kate had always wanted, they were cuddled up watching cheap reality television while you were right next door in Natasha's bed.
"Wanna talk about it krolick?" You nodded against her arm, moving to sit up so you could properly look at her as you poured your heart out. "I just want someone to love me Natty."
Natasha instantly frowned. "Lena, Mama, Kate, Wanda, and I all love you Y/N. Like, a lot!"
You wanted to scoff, to tell your sister that the only reason this mess exists is because the one person you wish loved you didn't. The same one she listed off, but that wasn't fair to the redhead who was just trying to comfort you.
"I know you guys do Natty, but I want more."
"Well, there's no rush on that," Natasha tried to reason with you. "Love takes time, and I think college frat parties are the worst place to go looking for the real thing. Let it find you."
"That's easy enough for you to say Nat," you sighed. "Lena has Kate, and you found Maria. There's always been someone waiting for you guys, I've never had that, nobody wants me."
"That isn't true Y/N, you're wanted."
"By my family, sure." You grimaced at the thought of seeming so pathetic. "When does someone want me for more than sex? When am I someones person to come home to, huh? To tell about their day? To miss? To love!!!"
"I don't know Y/N," Natasha confessed as she shrugged, then she pulled you back down onto her bed, and you instinctively tucked into her warm side. She smiled with the offer of hope as she went on, "All I do know is that they'll find you when it's the right time. Not everyone falls in love in their twenties, and that's okay."
"I sure hope you're right Natty, because I'm tired of longing for someone who'll never want me the same way that I've always wanted her."
The redhead's brows furrowed, but you were gone before she could seek clarity. As far as she'd been concerned this was the first attempt on the dating scene since Riley Thompson, that retched strawberry blonde from your first year. She knows that's a foolish train of thought, but still, it also makes no sense for you to be this torn up over Valkyrie, who'd been a grade A douche ever since she won the puberty lottery.
Once she knew you were out, in true protective big sister (by three months) fashion, she found a way to make it better as she called the uni cops on the jocks. Mutual friends of yours on social media began to post snippets of flashing lights and she beamed at the mess she made.
If she couldn't knock their lights out she'd introduce them to an array of red and blue.
Feeling content with the situation she settled her phone down, along with her glasses before clapping to get the bedside lamp to turn off.
"Goodnight krolick," she whispered, the sweet release of sleep had nearly consumed her too, but then a loud knocking came from the front door and she figured it was the jocks with silly plans of retaliation. So she gently left your side, grabbed her high tech taser batons she built in high school, then swung the front door open.
"Wanda?" Natasha stepped out into the cold winter night with a deep scowl at the sight of her distraught friend, "Why are you here knocking so loudly at three in the morning?"
"Where is she Nat? She didn't come home, then she left me on delivered, an-and I-I saw the." Wanda paused suddenly as she tried to refrain from leaving and punching the jocks again. Natasha saw the way her bruising hands reflexively fisted, and she knew what'd likely happened here. "You know what happened?"
Wanda nods, "Yeah, and I handled them."
"You could lose your scholarship Wanda," Natasha scolds the girl halfheartedly, she knew that you'd say the same, so she mentioned it.
"I couldn't give a fuck less Natasha."
Natasha nodded in understanding, she too was one sob of yours away from knocking their teeth in, but she couldn't risk losing her job.
"I need to see her, please," Wanda grabbed her best friends shoulders in a panic, their eyes met and in a flash Natasha saw the secrets unfolding, and for a moment she felt betrayed.
Why would you both keep this a secret?
Then she saw the love the woman held for you, and part of her wonders if your groveling over heartache was rooted in your clearly hidden relationship with the brunette more so than it had been any of Valkyrie and Carol's doing.
Natasha was about to speak, to deny her access to you, at least for tonight in her frazzled state, because you didn't need anymore grief tonight. She however didn't get the chance as the front door opened and cast a light upon her back. Your soft sniffles an indicator on who it was, and Wanda wasted no time shoving passed her to get to you. The sight of you so sad broke her, but she didn't give that away, you needed her.
So with shaky hands she cupped your cheeks, she continuously wiped away the tears that ran from an unending well, she smiled so softly at you that you momentarily forgot the audience.
It reminded you of all the times she'd held you as you cried in your dorm. When you were overwhelmed with your classes, and she'd spend the entire day trying to make it better. Cracking lame jokes, and holding you extra close just to hopefully make you smile.
So for a fleeting moment you leaned into her touch as you slipped into your delusional fantasy that this was more than sex, then you looked at your gobsmacked sister and took a step back as you remembered the harsh truth.
"What are you doing here Wanda?"
The question came off almost accusingly, as if she were a stranger, but she paid it no mind, you had every right to feel the way you did.
"I had to see you, I was worried sick detka," she rushed forward to bridge the gap, and wrapped her arms around you to hug you close to her, "You didn't come home, or answer my calls."
"It was late, and I didn't want to disturb you."
Wanda stiffened as you lied, you'd never lied to her before, and she can't understand why now.
"You could never disturb me Y/N, I promise you that much," she instantly moved to squash the intrusive thought that kept you away, "You should also know better than to lie to me."
"Wa—."
"No, I saw the party Y/N, I went through story after story looking for a sign of you, and I grew worried when there was none; after awhile I stumbled upon your date locking lips with that skank ex girlfriend of hers, your absence there made sense, but it didn't back at home. Why?"
"It was embarrassing, okay?" You practically shouted as you ripped yourself out of her hold, "My first date since Riley and I couldn't even manage to keep this dates attention either."
Wanda instantly frowned at your outburst, she desperately tried to reach for you but you held her away with a firm grip on her shoulders.
"Do you know what it's like Wanda?" You stared right into her soul, "To be the girl everyone is down to fuck, but never to love?"
Wanda's eyes filled with tears, because sure you were speaking in generalizations with Nat stood only a few paces away, but she knew you were speaking to her directly at this juncture.
"Who am I kidding, of course you don't," you shook your head with incredulous laughter, "When you walk in a room everyone's eyes are on you, they want a shot with you, they want to win your affection, and that's where we differ."
Your hold on her fell as you picked up the blanket to rewrap it around you, you were about to ask her to leave, loud enough so that Nat would make her, then your eyes fell to her clenched fists and you gasped, your face etched with concern, "Wanda, what did you do?"
"What needed to be done," she replied with a venom in her tone you were unfamiliar with, "Nobody hurts you without consequence."
The brunette lifted her gaze to send you a soft smile, but when you peered into her eyes all you saw was guilt. Something you now felt sorry for causing. "I'll see you back at home."
Wanda walked away too fast for you to even say anything, let alone stop her, but Natasha saw the panic steadily building in your gaze.
"How did you get here Wan?" Natasha asks as she gently placed a hand on her to stop her.
"I walked here," she shrugs the redhead off, and once again she tries to walk away, but Natasha grabs her shirt from behind and pulls her towards the house, "You'll have the couch."
Natasha lightly shoved Wanda passed the threshold, the animosity clear in her gesture, then she pulled your stunned form indoors and into her much warmer body for a brief hug, "Go back to bed krolick," she kissed your cheek, then silently ushered you up the stairs.
As soon as you were gone the redhead sat across from her best friend with a stern glare, "How long have you been fucking my sister?"
Wanda grimaced, it sounded so dirty when she said it like that, and you were anything but. Engaging with you sinfully was never a dirty experience, it was always a heartwarming one.
"Don't say it like that," she spat, and met her glare with one of her own, "It's not like that."
"How is it not?" Natasha pressed, "People don't let their girlfriend go on dates with other girls."
"She's not my girlfriend," Wanda's tone was much quieter now, she was clearly ashamed, and that was enough to settle Nat's worries.
"Fix this mess Wanda. You're my bestfriend, but Y/N is." Wanda cut her off, "Everything."
"Da," Natasha nodded as she stood, glad they could come to such an agreement. Nat quietly moved towards a chest near the stairs and pulled a blanket from it to give to the brunette, "Get some rest Wanda, tomorrow's a new day."
Natasha returned to her room, and upon seeing it empty of you she couldn't help but to smile. Of course you couldn't just wait for tomorrow.
You initially did return to her bed, but you were restless the more you thought about the way this night had played out. As much as you tried to remember your agreement, you could not shake the fact that Wanda was here for you. She walked here in the dead of night just to get to you, she recklessly paid no mind to her future's stability when she punched those girls, nor to her safety when she walked here alone.
The image of her busted hands is what made you leave the comfort of your sister's bed as you went to collect the first aid kit, and once you heard Natasha's door close you descended to make your way to the living room. With a cautious step you entered to see Wanda with her eyes closed, but you knew she was awake. You'd spent too many mornings trapped in her arms to not know when she's merely resting.
"Wands," you lightly brushed your fingers over the arm that now laid over her closed eyes, "You need to sit up for me." She slid her arm up so that she could peak up at you, "Why?"
You sighed through your nose as you held up the kit, she softened her eyes, but she didn't move, she felt too undeserving, "I'm okay Y/N, you should go to sleep, you must be tired."
"I'm not," you relayed a half truth, because you were truly exhausted, but you couldn't sleep, not with her hurting just a floor below you.
When Wanda realized you weren't going to give up she sat up, pulling her legs to her chest in a protective position and you settled down next to her and began to unpack what you needed.
After her hands were disinfected and wrapped you looked into her eyes, and momentarily melted. Then, under the dim lighting in the living room you finally noticed Wanda's busted lip, and the deep cut overlaying her eyebrow.
It infuriated you to think that they'd retaliated so brutally, "They look worse detka," Wanda cockily muttered, her green eyes had yet to leave your face, so she easily read your troubled thoughts. You rolled your eyes at the sight of her smug, ego inflating smile.
"Doesn't help," you grumbled, with a clenched jaw you reached up to trace a soaked gauze pad over her brow, her eyes fluttered shut, and your heart broke further at the soft breath she sucked between her teeth. She was trying to downplay the hurt, but it wasn't working.
"I'm sorry," you whispered, and her eyes shot open within an instant. It was easy enough to believe you meant it over the first aid, but she knew you well enough to know it went deeper.
"Don't," she warned, "You have no reason to be. I never should've let you go out with her."
"Wanda," you sighed softly, "I'm not yours."
Her lip wobbled as you spoke the truth, it was her biggest regret to date. "Do you want to be?"
"Goodnight Wanda," you easily deflected, standing up to retreat, you suddenly felt overexposed under her gaze, but she rounded the couch and blocked you from leaving. Far too desperate to let you just slip away again.
"Y/N," she pleaded, "Don't run, I'm begging."
"Wanda please move, I'm tired."
"You just said you weren't," she challenged, and you whined in frustration, "Now I am."
"Y/N.."
"People can change their minds Wanda," you spat while brushing passed her, as guilty as you felt over her physical state, you weren't going to just give her a pass for her transgressions.
"Yeah, I know, that's what I'm trying to do."
"Until the next pretty girl traipses passed you in a skirt at a party, then you'll go fuck her."
"No," Wanda rejected, dulled eyes now glazed over, it's true what they say, the truth hurts.
You scoffed, "Oh, sorry, does she fuck you?"
Wanda looked up at you in disbelief, you were getting bold here, and as much as she deserved it that one especially hurt. Because the truth was no, she never let anyone but you touch her.
"Of course not, Y/N, I-I," she tried to tell you, but it was proving hard. Vulnerability wasn't exactly her strong suit, not romantically that is.
"I can't do it anymore Wands," you admitted, the fury in your tone replaced with exhaustion.
"Wait, what are you saying?"
"I talked to Mama, she said I can move back in, my old room is still the same," you smiled at her sadly, "I think this is best for us both."
"No," she was now clinging to your shirt, you saw the way she winced while gripping your shirt and it hurt you to see her so broken. It was all your doing, she was truly better off.
"I love you," the words flew out of her mouth desperately, she clung to you even harder, and continued to whisper the hypnotizing words.
"Wanda, I love you too, but—."
"No, I mean it in the sickening way in which I wake up before our alarms go off just to watch you sleep," she rushed the words out in a panic, failing to see the slight twitch at the corner of your lips. "An-and sometimes I want to dance with you in the middle of the street, like after one of Lena's games because you just always look so damn pretty under the street lights."
You cut her off with a kiss, it was fleeting, and earned you whimpers of disappointment as you pulled away, "Do you mean it Wanda? This isn't just some weird way to get me to stay?"
She instantly shook her head, "I've never meant anything like I do this Y/N, I want you."
"Ask me again." Your lips ghosted dangerously over hers, teasing her with the possibility for more if she'd just speak her heart. "Marry me?"
"Woah, Wanda chill," you cackled in a whisper, "You're skipping like so many of the steps."
The brunette smirked at you, "Why play by the fixed rules when I know how it ends detka?"
"Oh, so you are a fortune teller now?" She nodded. "Yeah, let me tell you how this goes." Her smile was wicked as she lowered her tone, "Tonight, you're going to take me to bed, and hopefully you'll make the wedding bells ring."
Wanda squealed quietly when you lunged forward and attached your lips to hers. Convenience was on your side tonight as you walked Wanda back until she met a door, you opened it with ease, and she stumbled as she lost the support of the wood as you pushed her passed the threshold and onto your mattress.
Wanda giggled maniacally, effectively breaking the kiss. "What's so funny?" You questioned with a smirk as you stared down at her, you very much understood her amused expression.
"Barney is staring into my soul," she mused, truth be told the idea of you making love to her in your childhood room wasn't a fantasy she ever indulged in back in high school, but it was one she repeatedly had, especially after one of your softball games. It always got her heated.
"He'd approve," you reasoned and she quirked a brow at you, "What? I love you, and you love me, and that's like his entire monologue."
She slapped your shoulder and gasped, "Y/N!"
"Shall I stop then?" You began to lift off of her but she shook her head in the negatory so fast you moved your lips to the soft skin of her neck instead. "Good, because I didn't want to."
"Never do," she whimpered, her body shaking with excitement as you lightly touched her.
Wanda was wearing a zip up jacket, as you marked up the sensitive skin of her throat your hand wandered up to the zipper. She clasped her hand over yours in a pleading manner, her not so subtle attempt to urge you on quicker. She guided your hand down, unzipping the grey jacket that you now recognize to be your own only to reveal her bare chest to you.
A wave of arousal surged through you seeing that she wore nothing beneath your jacket. "Fucking hell Wanda," you groaned a moment later as you removed a pair of your sweats to find the same reality. You realize now that she must've been waiting for you to return to your dorm in only one of her many oversized shirts.
You chuckled, "Oh you are such a fucking slut." Wanda whimpered affectedly, you always knew just how to get the brunette going with your taunts, as well as your touches. She squirmed as you focused in on her breasts with your mouth. Swirling your hot tongue around the cooled metal that pierced through her extremely sensitive nubs, all while your hands were feather light as they roamed her body.
"Please," Wanda hadn't even been a prisoner to your teasing touches for a minute before she was canting her hips up and begging for more. "I need you detka, please! No one else can touch me like you do Y/N... Only you..."
Wanda smiled insecurely as you stared at her a bit dumbfounded. The answer to your question was in her glistening eyes, she's being honest.
A new wave of pride surged through your chest at the knowledge. Something almost feral took over your mind at the idea that only you've had Wanda beneath you. Nobody else will ever get to see her like this, a total beauty to marvel at with her hair splayed across the sheets as she desperately sought your touch. They'll never know what it's like to kiss her breathless, or to taste her divined nectar, or get to masterfully bring her over that edge of bliss like you do.
Wanda's body trembled with delight as you sloppily kissed down it, you were moving at a speed she wasn't accustomed to. Normally you were slow, and teasing, but it was as if a switch went off and you lost control of your urges.
You stopped just as you reached her cunt, hot breaths fanning over her mound from your nose after each stuttered inhale you took in. Saliva slowly accumulated in your mouth as you breathed her aromatic arousal in. It was like second nature the way you moved, surging forward and licking up her juices, trailing your tongue up the entirety of her slit with a moan.
You used your tongue to part her folds, exposing her stuttering entrance to you, it amused you to no end to see her this desperate.
Wanda Maximoff, the campuses notoriously known player has fallen for you. Even with her endless supply of girls to fuck she chose you. It doesn't sound all that romantic to an outsider, but to you, someone who knew Wanda wholly, you knew this was the best possible outcome.
Thoughts tumbled around your head as you worked out what to do next, you took a deep breath, and upon release you bit your lip as Wanda's back arched at the cool sensation.
"Y/N, detka, please stop teasing me..."
After a brief moment of silence you shocked her as you entered her with three fingers, there was no resistance either as she was slicked up.
Wanda rocked her hips in unison with your fingers thrusts, she was dripping down your palm in only a matter of seconds. Had you not had her feeling so euphoric she might've even been embarrassed, but she admittedly wasn't.
All she felt was bliss, and she expressed as such when she screamed your name aloud as you sucked her clit between your lips. You began softly nibbling the bundle of raging nerves to urge her release on. Wanda absolutely lost her mind, frantically thrusting off the bed to meet your fingers, which is something you'd usually control with a hand on her hip, but tonight you felt generous, her desperation was welcomed.
Her slick smeared across your lower face as you continued to shower her clit with attention as your fingers pace picked up. Wanda's tears and drool soaked through your pillowcases as she lost herself to the building pleasure inside.
"Is my precious little slut close?" You asked the question, but with the way her walls gripped you into a state of near stillness was already enough of an answer. Still, you wanted her reply, but she was a bit too lost in the pleasure so you slapped her thigh. "Answer me slut!"
Wanda mewled shakily, "Fuck, yes, 'm so close, please detka." You couldn't deny how much her breathless pleadings turned you on, it was so damn hot and you were consequently dripping.
"Go on then baby, let go for me like the whore we both know you are," you commanded this right above her clit, offering a subtle vibration that drove her up the wall. Her thighs tensed, and she gushed around your fingers as they curled within her just right, her back arched off the bed, and the two of you moaned in unison.
No amount of sex with Wanda would ever leave you bored, the sight of her with those hazy eyes and mouth agape as you continued to thrust into her was a sight worthy of the Louvre.
"You taste so good baby," At the sight of your glistening smirk, the brunette smiled wide, Wanda absolutely adored your cockier side.
"Come here please," she rasped, her hands lazily reached for you, and you obliged. Leaving love bites on her sweaty skin before you were kissing her languidly. Wanda sighed, "Perfect."
"Yeah?" You chuckled, effectively breaking the kiss to show her your amusement with a smile. Wanda nodded, her hands quickly fell to rest atop of your ass, and that's when she frowned.
So lost in the throes of pleasure she'd never gotten you out of your clothes. Her greatest joy is to feel your skin against hers, your warmth grounding her as she gives into pleasure, and it was taken away by her overtly needy nature.
"Take it off detka!" She commanded, her hands harshly gripped your ass cheeks, softly wincing as it caused her injured hands pain, but she ignored that ache because you moaned, she only continued to massage the covered skin.
"Now," the low, domineering grumble of her voice shook you, it felt like your wetness was seeping through your sleep shorts, and as you stood up you saw it did as her thigh glistened.
Wanda leaned up on her elbows, watching you with lust blown eyes as you hastily slid out of your bottoms. A raspy cackle came from her as you nearly fell flat on your face, "Careful love."
"Bite me," you grumbled as you slowly pulled the fabric from your body, in part because you wanted to tease her. “Oh sweetheart, I will.”
She threw her had back with laughter, her abs more defined as she tensed with each inhale. Your face was priceless, you might be topping right now, but she always had to remind you just how easily the script could be flipped.
Then she fell silent when she looked back at you, her chest rose unsteadily as the light of the moon casted over your bareness. Fuck, nobody would ever compare to you, you were the woman of her every fantasy. Her body and mind craved you in different ways, something that had never happened to her before you.
"Come on detka, I want to feel you up."
“Nope.” Wanda scowled as you told her she couldn't use her hands, you’d informed her of as you crawled up to hover her. She went to protest, but it died on her tongue as she felt your pert nipples brush over her hot skin. It became apparent that it didn't matter how she had you when she needed you this bad; more than a man stranded in a desert needed water.
"Then ride my face instead," she panted, clearly affected by the feel of your slicked cunt. She found herself feeling a bit too impatient to have to wait to have you another moment longer with your warmth all over her milky thigh.
She nearly melted into a puddle when she saw your concerned orbs staring into hers, "I don't want to hurt you Wan, maybe we wait for you to heal, and until then I'll tend to your needs."
"Y/N, I need you," she sternly stated, "I might combust if I can't taste you, please detka?!"
"Okay," you acquiesced easily, it wasn't like you weren't equally as desperate for the relief.
Wanda licked her lips once your cunt hovered over her mouth, as if she'd been served a five star Michelin meal. Traces of your slick befell her lips, and she breathed a sigh through her nose as she finally got a taste of you. In her expert opinion your divined essence exceeds such notorious perfection. Wagyu steak, and stuffed lobster could never compare here.
Now that you hovered over her you worried about her overall safety. This was like a godsend to the brunette, the one who's begged you for months to try this, but you always had an excuse. Primarily being the twin mattress.
You both always knew it was more than that, but you never had to voice that before. But as you knelt on your queen size mattress with the squeaky boxsprings you found you were still nervous. Riding her felt like an exhilarating idea, but you weren’t ever really one for an adrenaline rush. You liked to play it safe.
Wanda’s never been safe. You loved her for who she was, but who she was, was a mess. With that chaos though came new experiences. New, pleasure filled worlds. Taking your vanilla experience and leaving it in your past. Just to bring you to nirvana almost every night.
Obviously you could say no, but disappointing Wanda was the last thing you wanted to do. It also appeared disappointing to you as well.
You didn’t want to hurt her. You’d never forgive yourself. You knew she would.
"Don't be scared," she whispers against the skin of your tense thigh, "Just lower yourself onto my face and I'll make you feel so good." Wanda saw hesitation flicker in your eyes, and she smiled softly upwards. "Please detka."
Wanda sighed in defeat, "It's okay." She tapped your thigh tenderly, waving her metaphorical white flag so you didn't feel any pressure. That made you panic though, "No, I-I can do it."
"Only if you want to," Wanda reaffirmed. "I'd love for you to ride my face, using me for your pleasure, but I can eat you regardless. I'd never want you to do something you didn't want to." She looked deeply into your curious eyes, her honest disposition settled most of the doubt.
"I do want to," you whimpered, "Just, promise me you'll tell me if I'm too much, I—."
"None of that," Wanda tutted, "You'll never be too much of anything detka." Her arms looped around your thighs, and she grinned. "God, you smell so delicious," she groaned as the scent of your arousal increased as she tugged you down.
"Feel free to suffocate me darling," she teased with an attractive wink before she pulled you down the rest of the way and plunged her tongue right on in to your pulsing heat.
Wanda was dripping unendingly onto the mattress as you moaned, and took over almost instantly. She wanted to be in control, but she was far too thrilled to see your fears had faded with the pleasure she offered you to take it.
With every hurried thrust of your hips the tip of Wanda's nose would brush your clit, and you'd mewl, she felt like she was in a porno. It became apparent you were close, handling Wanda earlier had left you teetering. Your hips would still at random now, usually spurred on by a swish of her tongue. Her expertise left you immobilized by a blinding pleasure, it pooled low in your abdomen, you were at the edge.
Wanda's tongue slid from within you, she ran it up your slit, flicking over your clit teasingly. You pressed down, hopeful for more relief, and the brunette appeased you with a hum. The vibration sending you crashing into your orgasm hard. You'd instantly lost your balance, falling into the oak headboard with a deep moan as your slick trickled down her throat.
A deep growl of dissatisfaction left your lovers lips as you fell beside her on the mattress. She wasn't done with you, not even in the slightest. However, she knew neither of your bodies had much left to give after such a draining day.
Still, she found the strength to hold herself up with an elbow on either side of your head. You were so lost in the haze of your afterglow that you couldn’t even hear her. You saw a blurry mouth moving, but didn’t come to until you felt her barely pressing her pelvis into yours.
Wanda pleaded with crazy eyes, “Fuck, detka, can I try something?" You blinked up at her, trying to see through your bleary eyes as you were definitely still coming back down. "I just," she paused, unable to stop herself from kissing the pout that formed on your face. "I know you're tired, but can I rub our pussies together, please? I’ll be quick" Her eyes darkened as she saw the flicker of desire return to your eyes.
"Yes." Wanda smirked. "Such a smart girl, this will feel so damn good, I promise you detka."
Wanda pressed her cunt into yours with more force, you watched her mouth fall agape with rapt attention. She always looked so gorgeous when she was coming close. It turned you on to think that this had been a fantasy of hers. Just like the one you’d had floating in your mind.
“Shit,” you breathed, “Mommy please…”
Wanda’s hips stuttered, “Fuck,” she felt a gush of wetness on her thighs, your Freudian slip aroused her beyond normalcy. “You’re such a good girl,” she coo’d, “Letting your mommy use you likes this.” She sighed, “You’re so pretty.”
“Thank you mommy,” you beamed, genuinely flattered at her tenderness. You’d barely got the words out before her lips slammed into yours.
With her tongue down your throat you went mindless. Hips moving on autopilot against your lovers as you got closer to bliss. Wanda was meeting you with the same fervor. Her lips had moved to your throat now as she’d needed something to bite, her teeth sunk into the juncture between your throat and collarbone.
“Need to cum,” you choked out, “Mommy you feel so good, please, can I cum for you?”
Wanda’s breath hitched, she wasn’t used to it yet, but fuck, it was growing on her fast.
“Go on, be a good girl and cum with me,” she groaned, the vibration against your throat made you feel exponentially dizzy. “Mommy!”
“Oh shit,” she brokenly sobbed, “Mommy’s good girl,” her lips laid a trembling kiss over the bruising juncture, “So fucking beautiful…”
“Don’t stop,” you cried. She wheezed, “I won’t.”
The both of you cried from the overstimulation, but neither of you stopped as you lazily spread your wetnesses around. Wanda’s hot tongue soothed your new indents, the taste of copper telling her just how deeply she’d claimed you.
Her lips softened their intent, gentle kisses being left behind on your face. Feeling as your cheek shook beneath her lips as you tried to stifle a laugh. Then you lost your resolved and giggled as she continued subtly tickling you.
Wanda loved your laugh, so she kept it up for a few minutes before her tired arms gave out. Her body collapsed into yours, and she just spent the next five minutes breathing heavily against your neck. Her hair boxing her in, and leaving behind a sparing layer of condensation.
With your eyes closed, and body still you began to drift into a state of mid-sleep. Then you felt a not so gentle tug of your skin between teeth.
Your girlfriend was insatiable… Girlfriend?
Wanda leaned back up with reinvigorated strength. Her wrapped hand lay awkwardly against your throat as she began to ramble, “As soon as these bruises yellow I'm grabbing you by the throat and fucking you against the wall of our dorm." Her eyes were wild with lust, there was no doubt that she was being honest. "Gotta consummate the fact that you're mine."
You’re sure that confirms you’re girlfriends.
Your heart fluttered joyously. She was yours.
Arousal that lingered in your belly pulsated as her eyes filled with possession. You are hers. All she wants is to claim you wholly. "If I wasn't so tired I'd slip the harness on now and fuck you dumb." You felt your pussy throb, body lightly writhing and catching her attention as it jolted her numb pussy back to life. She was considering powering through, then she turned to check the time and saw the morning sun was filtering through the sides of the curtains.
Distorted, bright red lines flashed: 6:00AM.
On a Monday, both of your busiest school day.
Wanda chuckled tiredly against your shoulder, “This is why you don’t party on Sunday’s silly girl.” She turned back to face you after seeing the time. "Mr. Coulson is going to throw a fit."
"Oh shit, I can't miss another Biology lecture," you groaned in realization and the beauty on your chest laughed shortly. "Mrs. Potts will understand detka, I was her TA last semester, and I'll just tell her that I gave you the flu."
"Dishonesty is grounds for expulsion Wanda."
Wanda snorted, "Then let's hope we don't get caught." You frowned further, hand holding her wrapped one. "What if they tell on you?"
"They won't," she murmured with confidence. "They got their licks in too, if anything, the assholes probably found the fight arousing."
"I sure did," you breathlessly say, regretting it just as soon as her smirking face hovers yours, warm lips pressed into yours gently, starkly contradicting her tongues electrifying touch.
The kiss ends with a soft pop, Wanda gazes at you with sparkling eyes, and an adoring smile.
"You still shouldn't have done it," you remind her, and she merely shakes her head. "Listen close Y/N. I will never let anyone disrespect what I hold dear to my heart. Defending you against creeps is the easiest decision ever."
"Our future depends upon you graduating."
Wanda beams at your words. "Is this you accepting my proposal?" You giggled softly when her face fell as you shook your head.
"Conditionally," you decide. "If you want to marry me, then you have to show me that you're serious about our future. Less partying, no more other people, and no more violence."
Wanda sighs with perceptible conviction, "I promise you Y/N, there's no way in hell I'm ever watching you leave. We're endgame." Then after she watches understanding flash through your gaze she kisses your lips once more before burrowing into your chest.
"I'm all in then." Wanda's body relaxed as you followed your words with a kiss to her cheek.
Then in a blink she was fast asleep.
Just as you were about to fall asleep, drooping eyes trained on Wanda's beautiful face your phone dinged, and you picked it up, only to see your group chat with your sisters was active.
*Natasha, make it stop! My ears are bleeding*
*Yelena, turn on some music like I did every time you and Kate did this in HS and sleep.*
*You're lucky Mama's out of town,* Natasha wrote, directed at you, *Good problem solving skills, glad you're learning something in school, but please, leave sex for your dorm.*
*Tell Wanda to sleep with one eye open!*
Yelena's message wasn't as cordial, it was a clear threat, and enough to make you snort. Somehow Wanda remained asleep, soft snores blowing across your chest a direct reassurance.
You were thankful for that, the poor girl was wiped, and didn't need the embarrassment, you'd save that for the awkward breakfast.
*I love you guys. I’ll buy donuts, okay, bye.*
*2 dozen! Mostly maple bars, obviously! 👀*
*We love you too. (Cherry danish please) ❤️*
You smiled, shaking your head free of any surges of embarrassment. For now you’d decided to close your eyes, forget all the noise, and slip into a world of endless possibilities.
Snoring in tandem with your girlfriend.
Wanda Maximoff was your girlfriend.
If only teenage you could see you now. She’d be so excited, she’d likely faint. Then wake up hours later concussed, wearing a dopy smile with a thumbs up. You finally took the risk.
It paid off—you won the lottery.
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futile devices | n.romanoff
pairings: fuckboy!natasha romanoff x fem!reader
summary: you and wanda have been best friends ever since you were little babies, and you’ve went through a lot with her. in august 2019 when you met wanda’s girlfriend, natasha, you completely fell in love with her. what happens when the three of you create a love triangle that could possibly ruin everything?
warnings: natasha has a penis, fluff, angst, natasha being toxic (slight), age gap (natasha is 23 while reader is 19), smut, cheating, and more - 18+ MINORS DNI.
author’s note: this story has been in my head for over a week now, and it’s kind of inspired by the movie called “the dreamers” and “enigma variations”. as expected, i will be inundated with this story but will likely do my best to update all the time. don’t worry, “i want you” series will be finished soon! :)
CHAPTER ONE: infidelity
CHAPTER TWO: the start of war
more coming soon!
#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff x you#natasha romanoff fanfic#natasha romanoff angst#black widow x reader#black widow x you#futile devices series by anne
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Hello. Can you please share some hcs of Fuckboy Wanda and college girl Nat?
This is one of my favorite pairings so, yes
Wanda has this "idgaf" energy that Nat says she hates but also can't help her attraction
Wanda had came onto her several times before Nat had agreed to go out with her
Nat is the "straight A" student, while Wanda does good, even if she spends all of her time partying and fucking
High effort As x Low effort As
Wanda have also fucked several of Nats' friends, which turned Nat off just the slightest
Their first time was surprisingly soft, Nat suspected that it was because Wanda didn't want to scare her off
Wanda is very jealous, and a possessive lover
Wanda is always touching her, a hand on her thigh, an arm around her waist, holding her hand
Wanda loves to leave her mark
Wanda spends most of her time in between Nats thighs, she just can't get enough of the taste of her baby
Wanda loves to be called "daddy", she had gone absolutely feral the first time Nat called her that
Nat has a weird thing for Wandas' accent, especially in the morning when it's stronger and Wandas' voice is all dark and raspy
Nat is a dancer, which means alot of lap dances and strip shows
Some public sex too
Wanda will drag Nat parties just to get her drunk, Nat always get extra needy when drunk
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Week 30 Reblog Masterlist
Welcome to Week 30 2023 or Week 186, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.
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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 30 2023:
Dating Miguel O’Hara would include… (Miguel O’Hara X Reader) by @sweet-as-an-angel💚💙❤️
Happy wife, happy life (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @witchywithwhiskey 💚❤️
Protected chapter 6 (Steve Rogers X OC) by @astheskycries 💚
Fade to black chapter 10 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @caplanbuckybarnes 💚💙
Friendly Fire chapter 3: Here we go again! (Alvey Kulina X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️
One for the road (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sergeantxrogers 💚
Protected chapter 7 (Steve Rogers X OC) by @astheskycries 💚
Fade to black chapter 11 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @caplanbuckybarnes 💚💙
Miguel O’Hara fic (Miguel O’Hara X Reader) by @forever-rogue 💚
Human (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @akariamai 💚💙
Run hot (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sergeantxrogers💚
Protected chapter 8 (Steve Rogers X OC) by @astheskycries 💚
Mission (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @akariamai 💚💙
Wonderstruck chapter 3 (Wanda Maximoff X Reader) by @messedupfan 💚💙
Ambedo (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sergeantxrogers💚
Protected chapter 9 (Steve Rogers X OC) by @astheskycries 💚
Bound & Brockened chapter 7: Plaything! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️🖤
Briefing room (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @akariamai 💚💙
Denouement (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sergeantxrogers💚
Protected chapter 10 (Steve Rogers X OC) by @astheskycries 💚
Heroes (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @espinosaurusrexex 💚💙
You’re not sorry (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @chasingmarvel💙
See you both at home (Steve Rogers X Reader X Bucky Barnes) by @witchywithwhiskey ❤️
Protected chapter 11 (Steve Rogers X OC) by @astheskycries 💚
The hierophant (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @alwayssunnyinedensgate❤️🖤
The fuckboy committee chapter 1: The proposition (Steve Rogers X Reader X Bucky Barnes) by @kinanabinks ❤️
Under covers (Steve Rogers X Reader X Bucky Barnes) by @sagechanoafterdark❤️
Protected chapter 12 (Steve Rogers X OC) by @astheskycries 💚💙
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Can you do "fuckboy/ jock Nat + good girl Wanda?"
(Certainly my friend and I got just the pic)
‘Diligent student’ Wanda x ‘Frat boy’ Natasha
(Nat is a year older but they dated in high school.)
“Tasha? What are you doing here?”
“For my girlfriend’s graduation of course.” Holding a bouquet of flowers.
“Awww, you’re so sweet! I love you.”
“Man, I remember when I was graduating. Where’d all the time goes…”
“You graduated a year ago get your head out of your ass-“
#natasha romanoff#wanda maximoff#wandanat#wanda x natasha#natasha#wanda#wlw#scarletwidow#scarlet widow
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soo i finally got polls and it's time to cast the jury:
#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda x reader#marvel women#wanda maximoff#x reader#gxg smut#marvel#marvel smut#wanda maximoff x reader smut#natasha romanoff x reader smut#sytoran speaks
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