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the-soliloquies-of-sadists · 7 months

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“Hey Caleb. You were in that bathroom for a while. Big shit or were you giving it a tug? Considering your swim trunks is showing no bulge whatsoever, I doubt you were enjoying your right hand. Or do you use the left? Me personally, I’m a lefty….

“Your dad and I were just talking by the pool. I asked him how long he knew you were gay…. Oh I wish you could see the shocked look on your face. So you haven’t told him. He was shocked too. He said you weren’t. I told him that I’ve been around sperm burpers all my life and you were a classic pole rider.

“You haven’t said much. Not one word of protest. You are just trying to figure out what your next step is going to be. Don’t worry, I love fucking with your dad. He’s worked for me for ten years now. He knows my sense of humor and just brush it off. Besides he’s been drinking. But I got enough out of him to convince me that you definitely gob the knob.

“You wanna swing on my dick, or not? Here let me take it out for ya. I can see by the lump forming in your shorts that you want it. Am I right?... Your dad likes to say that you are quiet and keep to yourself. I can see that. Just nod then.

“Ok, let’s do this then. This guest room’s toilet serves as the overflow bathroom. Someone will interrupt us. Come with me. My bedroom will offer us some more privacy. Your dad already thinks you are off reading a book on your phone. Nobody is going to miss me for a while…. It’s a large house. When I bought it, I had an addition put on for my master suite…. When you enter my bedroom, lose the swim trunks. Boys are to be naked at all times in my bedroom.

“Damn boy, you are rock hard. So, were you jerking off or taking a dump in the toilet?... Look, when it comes to sex, I cut to the point. There’s no need to be coy. I’m going to be fucking that pussy of yours, and I want to know if you are empty first. Good. Did you also give it a tug?... Of course, you did.

“Come here. Point to the guy you were jerking off to…. You are at a construction company pool party where 80% of the men here work for me. There are more muscles out there from hard work than a fag like you can take in. Which one?...

“…Of course, you would go for Stan. So you like big guys? He’s six four and built like a brick shit house. Have you talked to him?... He can be a bit of an gruff asshole. The guys call him Ox. He has a dick to match. Not the brightest guy, but damn he’s a hard worker and a brutal fucker. Yeah, he’s tag teamed with me a couple of times. He can fuck for hours.

“Come with me. This closet door leads downstairs to my hidden playroom. I had it specifically designed and loaded up for just about every kink my dick was interested in. You’re what 20? You probably don’t know about all these things. I do know this: you are leaking up a storm.

“Don’t touch yourself. Let the leak flow. Why don’t you have a look around? I need to text a few of my guests to let them know that I had to step away for a bit.

“That’s a St. Andrew’s cross. If you have an interest in being whipped, I’d be happy to oblige…. Didn’t think so.

“Those are my four rim seats. They are for eating ass. Depending on my mood, they vary based on how secure the boy is underneath. That last one secures the boy’s legs up so he can get fucked while he’s eating my shithole.

“No. No. Leave your dick alone. I want you to leak….

“There. All the appropriate texts have been sent. Now, we’ll have some time to really have fun. Come over there. This is a fuck bench. Simple. Easy access both holes. Climb up. Knees go here; elbows here.

“Oh, you have a pretty cunt. Nice…. Oh, you are not as tight as I thought you would be; my finger just slid in. I take it you are not a virgin. That’s fine. I get it, a cunt needs to be fed. You get fucked at college?... Kinda figured.

“Ever been tied up?... No? There’s always a first time.

“Ok, so here’s the situation. I’ve applied a small amount of lube to your cunt lips. Your mouth, or rather your throat needs to put some slime on me. I will probably go between your holes.

“I put a sludge plate under your dick to collect your pre-cum and when I eventually allow you, your cum.

“Open wide…. Oh fuck. Your mouth feels good. Oh shit, you know how to work your tongue. You little faggot whore. Oh man. Fuck.

“I gotta try that cunt. If it’s as good as your throat, boy…

“…Right to the root. Right to the fucking root. Wait. What the fuck?... Do that again…. Boy you are something. I could just stand here, and you can squeeze my cock like that all day. It feels like you are jerking me off with your hole.

“Where the fuck did you learn all this? No twenty-year-old stumbles on how to treat a cock like you. Who taught you?

“…Your math professor? Damn, I never would have thought a math professor would have been so twisted.

“Say faggot, you have a job?... Living off your dad, hunh? You probably go out looking for dick when he’s at work. You fucking faggot whore. How would you like to come work for me? It’ll be in my main office. It’s a tiny office, just me and my manager Dwight. You’ll actually have office responsibilities in addition to servicing me and Dwight. Yeah, he’s another guy that I work with that I play around with. I employ four or five guys that also enjoy using faggots like you, although Dwight also uses bitches too.

“This is a serious offer. Your dad doesn’t need to know anything other than you are working in my office. I need to have these holes accessible. You want to do that?...

“…Fuck yeah! I’m getting close faggot. Keep doing what you are doing. Oh shit. Oh shit! Here it cums! Shit yeah!

“You keep performing like this, and I’ll pay you what I do your dad.

“So, did the math professor teach you other kinks?… Eating ass and piss drinking! Hell yeah! So you have been under a rim seat?... No, he just sat on your face. Did he tie you up, or get rough?... He wanted to? Boy, when a man wants to use you the way he wants you need to let him.

“Oh fuck, climb down. And keep my load in you. Here hop up on this fuck table. I want to sample that tongue. Legs go in the stirrups. I will be securing your legs in them…. Wrists will be secure at your sides in these cuffs.

“You still in contact with the professor?... Good. I want to invite him over some weekend so we can use you all weekend long.

“This table was designed for butt play as well as eating ass. Your head goes here onto the head rest off the end. I can lower the head rest and your head back so that opens your throat to a deep straight throat fuck, but I primarily use it by lifting it up like this to support your head when I straddle it like this. Now your face is wedged in my ass, with me just standing here. Get that tongue going.

“Oh fuck. Fag, this will definitely be part of your office responsibilities. Dwight will love it too. As will Ox….

“Hey Ox….

“Faggot, I took the liberty of telling Ox to join us when I sent out those texts.

“Holy shit Ox, this is Murphy’s boy. He’s a total cunt pig. I just hired him to work for me in the main office. Wait until you try his holes.

“Shut up faggot! This doesn’t concern you…. Get back to sticking your tongue into my shitter.

“He does this pulse thing with his cunt muscles. You have to try it. My load is still inside.

“Hey fagboy, you ever have a baseball bat in your cunt?... No?... Well it would have been practice for what’s about to be shoved into you. You know that bulge you jerked off to is going in your twat.

“Scream in my ass. Keep that tongue going in deep. Oh fuck!

“Look at how much he’s leaking. Give it to him. Hard. He’s shaking. Keep plowing…. Oh shit! He’s fucking cumming. Without his hands, that’s fucking amazing.

“Fag, I don’t care that you shot a huge load. Ox takes a while to get going. I’ll be right back. Ron Owens needs to try you out.

“Fag, while I’m gone, I want you to focus on the man you jerked off to—the man that is tearing up your cunt. Here, let me undo your hands. Run them over his chest. Feel those muscles and that chest hair.

“Ox, don’t you dare cum before we get back. Keep pile driving into him, and don’t let up, even if he begs.”

“Faggot, this is only the beginning….”

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miss-bridget · 2 months

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Gender Gap. Part 3

With the ‘boss’ slumped over his desk, virgin ass almost worn out. I took the chance to open the party up to some close girlfriends. I sent an email from the pig’s laptop telling the front desk that some guests would be heading upstairs. The one advantage of this asshole being a hateful prick, is that nobody questioned him. Certainly, having late visits from women dressed in leather wasn’t that unusual and therefore, it made my life so much easier.

I got a message from one of my girls saying that they were getting in the elevator…..and sure enough, a few minutes later, they were standing at the doorway of his office. The four of them were dressed like leather sluts, but all were experienced Dommes and I learned a lot from them. On the far left, Miss Jessica stood, smirking at me. She was the leader of the pack, and the most viscous. My sister, Miss Teresa was on the far right….like me, she was the tallest of the group and probably the softest in nature. Next to her was Miss Eve, her Latino temperament was fiery as fuck and she really hated guys with a passion. She was the sissification expert and often carried a range of chastity toys….never wasting an opportunity to lock the cock. Finally, next to Miss Jessica, was Miss Kara. She was the youngest and the most enthusiastic. She was strong as an ox and had no problem overpowering her prey.

With all five of us in residence, our boy was going to beg like never before. His cock was subjected to plenty of abuse, ruined orgasms, knife play and his ass? Even I wondered if he should take any more punishment. Miss Jessica was busy thrusting the fuck out of him as I walked around and grabbed his chin and saw the glazed, exhausted look on his face. His mascara had streaked down his face and I almost pitied the poor fucker…

“I did tell you I was very good, didn’t I? You should be honoured that my girls wanted to join in. They all bring a unique perspective to our occupation….and you’ll pay for the privilege, won’t you, baby?”

He nodded and feebly tried to beg. I spat in his face and brought my sister over. Her strapon was easily the thickest of the lot and his ball gag was removed….the drool spilled onto his desk and before he could speak, the cock went in his mouth. We were having a good old fashioned spit roast. Miss Eve took over the ass fucking and Miss Kara held him firm as he took more abuse. I turned his ass cheeks into burger meat as he looked like he was going to pass out. I held my hands up to the girls and we stopped, punishing was one thing, causing serious injury was another. Unlike this abusive cunt, we knew the limits of our cruelty.

While he recovered his strength, we decided to leave and enjoy the rest of the weekend, satisfied that this bastard had been given a taste of some justice. You see, we knew that he routinely abused the girls he paid to have in his office. His reputation for paying big money often clouded the judgement of the younger girls who were desperate to live, pay rent, go through school. He knew that and took full advantage of them…..so now it was payback.

The footage we had would be edited to maximise his humiliation and with his money now cleared, we had plenty to distribute to those he had hurt. We didn’t take everything of course, we left our toy all secure and safe in his office.

Leashed, penis gagged, hooded and dressed like a whore, he would be found by security and we would be like ghosts….cctv wouldn’t be able to catch us and because he wanted to keep his proclivities secret, my identity was never known. It was possible that he would bear the marks of his punishments for the rest of his days, but he was now ruined in every way.

We weren’t exactly Robin Hood and the bond of merry men, but even the cruelest bitches can have a heart at times….

#cd #caught sissy #bound #boots #leather #punishment #gender gap

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 5 months

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The Babysitter (29)

I'm Going To Kill Him

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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I'm Going To Kill Him

Chapter Warnings: Brief Implications of Homophobia

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The feeling of Wanda's arms around you, wrapped tightly like a blanket of security, was one of your favourite things, her body pressed up behind you, chin resting on your shoulder as the show played on the tv, your mind elsewhere as your thoughts drifted to the woman embracing you.

A couple episodes effortlessly passed by, the sound of your stomach rumbling quietly interrupting the comfortable silence that had enveloped the room.

Your cheeks tinted pink at the noise, Wanda letting out a soft, delicate chuckle, pressing her face against the side of your neck as she smiled against your skin, murmuring softly,

"Sounds like someone is hungry again," her tone wasn't too teasing, but you could hear the hint of amusement in her tone, her lips softly pressing against your cheek as she moved her head, lips lingering against your skin.

"Shush," you mutter back, turning your body around so you could hide your face at the crook of her neck, mimicking her earlier movements, cheeks still coloured from the small embarrassment.

"Do you want to go out for lunch Detka? The twins won't be back for another couple of hours," she whispers, taking mercy on you and not teasing you any further, her fingers toying with the fabric of her shirt you were wearing, drawing random patterns against it.

You pull back from the warmth and safety of her neck, your eyes meeting her tender green, the various shades overflowing with love as she gazes into your own, her lips pulling up into a smile at your enamoured state. You can't help the smile that takes over your face, relishing in the amount of affection and attention she was giving to you before answering her question.

"On two conditions," you murmur, her brow raising curiously at your words while her fingers slip under the shirt, causing you to pause in your words for a moment. You notice the subtle smirk on her lips at your reaction, only just managing to get your thoughts together to continue speaking, "I get to choose where we go andIget to pay."

Angelic laughter spills from her lips, her nose scrunching up in that adorable manner at your adamant tone, the determination you have to pay for a meal with her making her heart melt as well as the idea of you wanting to treat her.

"Why are you so adamant on paying for something?" she mumbles softly, leaning forwards for a gentle kiss, her soft lips pressing delicately against your own, your mind addicted to the feeling of them.

"Because I want to treat my girlfriend for a change," you mutter, making her smile at being called your girlfriend, before she agrees to conditions, a little nervous and excited for where you were going to take her.

***

"You brought me to a diner?" she asks, turning her head to you as you walk towards the door of Odin's diner, ready to hear the nostalgic bell ringing at your presence.

"Yep," you say, popping the p with a wide grin on your face, wanting the older woman to see the place you loved to go to when you were younger, as well as giving her the opportunity of trying the delicious food made here. "Now come on, you're going to love it," you encourage, her hand clasping yours as you pull her inside, taking her to your usual booth and sitting opposite her, watching in an adoring way as she admires the retro styled furniture and restaurant.

"It's interesting in here," she comments, her tone not displeased or anything, simply commenting on the old style in an amused way, her eyes flickering over to you, noticing a certain glint in your eyes, "What?"

"Nothing," you say, a smile permanently engraved on your face as you gaze at her, the sound of a booming and familiar voice reaching your ears, causing the smile to grow that little bit wider.

"Well if it isn't Lady Y/n," Thor's tone full of joy as he approaches the two of you, his usual charming smile plastered on his face, his brows raising in a teasing way when he notices it's not Natasha with you. "With a lady friend," he adds, his smile growing.

Wanda looks over to you, a little confused but still smiling as Thor hands you both a menu, his charismatic form swiftly winning the older woman over as he continues to tease you playfully.

"I'll leave you two lovely ladies to decide on what to eat, I'll see you at the counter soon," he bids his farewell, moving onto the next set of customers who were taking a seat, Wanda biting her lip to contain her smile as her eyes travel back to you.

"Seems like you're a regular here," she teases, her hands interlocking with yours across the table, thumb brushing the back of your hand in a comforting manner, your eyes flickering back up to her eyes.

"My dad, Nat and I used to come here a lot when we were younger," your tone reminiscent as memories of the place filter through your mind, "When it was our birthday, he'd let us order as much as we'd want to, Nat and I practically ordering the entire menu and stuffing ourselves with as much food as possible." Wanda rests her head in her free hand, listening attentively to your story as you keep your eyes on her, "We'd never be able to eat it all but we really enjoyed the challenge," you chuckle at the end, remembering the many times you both would lean back against the seats, holding your stomachs and vowing to never eat again until you would see Thor coming over with milkshakes and sundaes. "The milkshakes here are to die for," you say after a moment, her chuckling at the passion behind your words, unable to stop looking at your content state.

"Well I guess we're just going to have to order one then," she says, theatrics added to her words to make you somehow smile even more.

Soon enough, you both are relaxing against the seats of the booth, Wanda teasing you about how unhealthy you'd both been today, eating pancakes for breakfast and now more junk food for lunch, but you simply brushed it off saying how, after the 'workouts' you had last night and this morning, it was ok. More conversation casually came about, random stories being told again as you tried your absolute hardest not to torment the older woman about the table story after finding out the truth, a warning look that shouldn't have been so hot being sent your way when she could tell you were about to say something, her head tilting slightly when you got too close to teasing her.

Once you had both digested, you were about to go up and pay when Wanda said she was going to go to the 'bathroom', not falling for this trick again as you told her to wait a moment. The older woman chuckled as you kept your eyes on her as you went up to pay, sending a triumphant smile her way when you successfully did so. What the older woman didn't see coming, was that you would come back with two milkshakes to go, not having had any during the meal, making her smile fondly as she strolls with you back to the car, proving how the trip to the bathroom was going to be a decoy.

A small moan escaped you at how good your milkshake was, Wanda's head turning at the soft noise in the car as she buckled her seat belt, your eyes meeting hers after a moment, a timid expression on your face at the darkening green. You watch the conflict between her eyes, unaware of where her lustful thoughts were drifting before she regained her self control, getting ready to drive the two of you back home in time for the twins, her hand resting on your leg whenever she could.

***

Once home, you returned to your seats on the sofa, once again wrapped up in Wanda's arms so you could watch another episode of The Dick Van Dyke show, only being snapped out of it by the sound of a car door slamming and a few muffled voices.

Almost instantly, Wanda's smile grew that little bit bigger at the idea of her boys being home, motioning for you to sadly leave her embrace so she could welcome them, hoping to have as little contact as possible with Vision.

You leaned your head back against the sofa, shamelessly letting your gaze drift to the sway of her hips momentarily before watching her open the door, Billy standing on the steps waiting for his mother, Tommy running up from the driveway after talking to his father a little longer.

Wanda's brows furrowed at the deadly glare Vision sent her way, wasting no time in setting the car into reverse, Tommy practically storming past his mother with a scowl on his face directed at you. Wanda's head snapped around to watch Tommy make his way over to you, caution and worry on both of your faces at Billy's timid frame, your body moving to stand as the boy approached you.

"Hey, what's wrong Tommy-" You were interrupted by the boy trying his hardest to shove you, his arms pushing you back again as you didn't fall, your strength beating his attempts.

"How dare you!" he grits out, his hands hitting you again, Wanda almost slamming the door shut at her son's actions, ushering Billy in quickly to check on Tommy. "You ruined our family," he says and your heart breaks, face emphasising the hurt flowing through you.

Wanda calls out his name but it falls on deaf ears, Tommy's face full of anger and annoyance aimed at you, his hands being caught by yours to stop him trying to hit your body.

"You're never going to replace my dad," his small hands fight against yours to no avail, Wanda coming over, her voice stern as she calls his name again. "I don't want you to be my new parent, I already have my mom and dad, I don't need you!"

"Tommy!" Wanda shouts, her voice cold and harsh, making the boy shut up and turn to face her, his hands roughly pulling away from yours to wipe the angry tears that had spilt down his cheeks before running off upstairs, his door slamming shut.

Wanda's gaze softens when she sees the crestfallen look in yours, the peaceful atmosphere from earlier shattered at Tommy's outburst, Wanda murmuring something to Billy before offering you an apologetic look, moving to climb the stairs after her son.

Billy practically runs into your arms for a hug, his small body crashing into yours, arms wrapping around you causing your hurt and confusion to quickly fade into worry at the boy's state, wrapping your own arms around him and crouching down to be at his level.

"I'm sorry," he mutters against your shoulder, "I didn't mean to tell him, I just wanted to come home," he sniffles against you and you're just confused as to what's going on, hands sliding up and down his back in a comforting manner.

"Hey, breathe for me Billy," you pull back from the embrace, putting your hand over his and guiding it to your chest, letting him feel your steady breathing and heartbeat. "Deep breaths for me, like this," you encourage him to calm down, eyes conveying your worry as he moves his other hand to wipe the tears from his cheeks, gradually slowing his shallow, panicked breathing.

"I'm sorry," he manages out again and you gently shush him, offering him a gentle smile.

"What are you sorry for?" your tone soft and calm, despite the anxiety building within yourself at what must have happened at Vision's house to set both twins off into such an emotional mess.

"I- I accidentally told dad about you and mom," he mutters out, your mind putting to pieces what probably occurred, Vision most likely ranting in front of the boys and telling lie after lie. "He was so angry," he sniffles once more, your arms pulling him close, lifting him up as you sit on the sofa, letting his body rest against yours. "He was being mean to you, I didn't like it so I told him to stop," your heart melts a little at Billy standing up for you, pressing a kiss to the top of his head as he continues, "He sent me to my room and wouldn't talk to me until was time to leave this morning. I just wanted to come home."

"Oh Billy," you coo, holding him closer as you can hear voices from upstairs being raised slightly, trying your best to comfort the boy in your arms and not let your emotions take over, Tommy's words stinging. His words mixed with your mothers, her hatred to you and what you supposedly did to your family, but you pushed it down as Billy hugged you tighter. "You're home now, it's ok," your words a soft whisper, his body relaxing against yours as he calms down, his eyes trained on the Dick Van Dyke episode playing on the screen still, the show seeming to calm him down even more.

You let him adjust in your arms, moving so his body was in between your legs so you could wrap your arms around him from behind, his head leaning back against you as he continued to watch the show, seemingly losing himself in the sitcom reality like his mother does.

A couple minutes later, you can hear the sound of someone walking down the stairs slowly, your head tilting to see Wanda running a hand through her hair in a stressed manner, her tense green catching yours. She notices how your eyes and smile aren't as bright as before, the way Tommy spoke to you causing disappointment to rise within her, despite now knowing all the sick and twisted lies Vision put into his head to cause the outburst.

Her gaze then flickers over to Billy who's snuggled into you, her features softening at the sight before her before she realised how hard the last day must have been for Billy, her pace increasing as she steps off the stairs, making her way over to the sofa you were on.

"Dorogoy," she murmurs, gaining Billy's attention and opening her arms up for a hug, the boy leaving your embrace for his mother's as she speaks to him in Sokovian, you staying out of it as they have their moment. He runs off to the kitchen after speaking to Wanda, the older woman telling him he could go and get some snacks to bring in for you all, so she could talk to you alone for a minute.

"How's Tommy?" you ask tentatively, her resting her head against your shoulder, letting out a deep sigh as your perfect day had been tainted.

"Angry and confused," she whispers, "He's calming down now and will apologise to you later," her words become firm at the end, signalling her disapproval of his actions.

"What happened?" Your hand interlocks with hers, eyes searching hers for any sort of emotion that you could make out, the green mixed with anger, sadness and annoyance as she lifts her head to face you properly.

"Vision's convinced him you want to replace him and that you don't even love me, you're apparently only with me to spite him it seems. He also kept saying how we were wrong," she mutters, your face conveying your irritation with the man, her making an expression of agreement. "What's Billy said?"

"Vision was 'being mean to me' and Billy tried to stick up for me, but that only resulted in him being sent to his room and not spoken to until they got in the car earlier," her jaw visibly clenches at Vision's actions, so hard you're scared she's going to hurt her teeth.

"I'm going to kill that man," she grits out, your hand cupping her jaw and letting her lean into your palm, her eyes fluttering shut as she tries to calm down, knowing Billy will be back soon.

"Mom, can you help me reach the big bowl?" Billy calls out shyly at the door frame, his gaze flickering away when you both turn your head at the sound of his voice. She sighs out softly once more, quickly leaning in to peck your lips for some comfort before standing up.

"Of course, Dorogoy, what are we having?" she asks in a gentle tone, ushering the boy back to the kitchen.

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You're currently sitting on the sofa with Billy, his hand digging into the bowl of popcorn while the film Cars plays, the end race consuming all of the boy's attention. Wanda, on the other hand, is completely disinterested by the film, murmuring how she was going to check on Tommy as he still hadn't come down yet, his mother worried about him.

You watch her climb up the stairs, your brows furrowed with concern for the other twin. You understood that his words were put into his mouth by Vision, but that didn't mean they still didn't hurt. You would forgive him, you knew that, but you couldn't get rid of the heavy weight in your chest that had settled there.

A couple minutes later, two sets of steps come down the stairs, your head not turning as you watch the climax of the race with nostalgia, remembering your excitement the first time you watched the film all those years ago.

"Y/n?" calls a timid and nervous Tommy, Wanda standing behind him with her hands on his shoulders, squeezing them in an encouraging manner. "Can I talk to you, please?" The boy doesn't meet your gaze, looking at his sleeves instead while your gaze meets Wanda's, her face softening at your small smile.

"Of course," your tone is calm, not finding it any use to be angry at the boy and make it even harder for him. "Let's go to the kitchen?" He nods his head in response, moving reluctantly out of his mothers arms to the kitchen, you doing the same as you leave Billy on the sofa, pausing in your tracks when you get to Wanda.

"Thank you for being so mature, Detka,"she whispers in appreciation, worry evident on her face at her son's newfound sadness and distress. "I know this isn't fair on you-"

"It's ok," you whisper in reassurance, placing a quick kiss to her cheek as you go to follow the boy, Wanda watching you from the hallway.

"Y/n?" Tommy murmurs quietly as you lean against the kitchen counter, the boy sitting on one of the chairs. "I...I'm sorry for what I said earlier." He doesn't meet your gaze, guilt taking over him as he had time to realise how nasty his words were. "I didn't mean any of it. I need you here with us," his tone quiet but genuine, eyes hesitantly flickering up to look at you, his shoulders relaxing at seeing your calm gaze, expecting to see anger. "I was just so angry and confused," he mutters, "I know that shouldn't be an excuse but-" When he starts to ramble, seeming to stress himself out, you interrupt his apology.

"It's ok Tommy," your tone is nothing but soft to ease his nerves, "I won't lie and say the words didn't hurt, but I know you didn't mean them, did you?"

"No," he quickly rushes out, making you smile a little.

"Good," you sigh out, opening your arms out for him to hug you, to which he does so swiftly. "Just remember to think about what you say to other people, alright? Because words can really hurt people, and it's not fair to them if they don't deserve to be hurt."

"I will," he mutters into your shirt, still hugging you tightly. "I'm sorry again," he whispers, your arms moving to his shoulders to push away from the embrace slightly so you could look at him.

"Come on, let's go join the others," your tone soft as you guide him back to the living room, the boy jumping on the sofa next to his brother and whispering something to him privately while you join Wanda on the other sofa. You flop in the seat a little dramatically, the older woman chuckling at your antics before tucking her feet under her body and letting her body lean into yours.

"Thank you for being kind to him," she whispers, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you wrap your arm around her, your smile not quite as wide. Despite your maturity and the kindness you showed to Tommy, you couldn't help but overthink his words now as you all sat together, insecurities and doubts cruelly coming to gnaw at your mind despite your adamance to not be annoyed with the boy. It wasn't his fault you repeated in your mind, it was Vision's, but that didn't mean the words couldn't be true.

Did you ruin their family?

Just like you ruined yours?

No.

You refused to go down that dark spiral of thoughts, doing your best to remember all the comforting words Wanda whispered to you lovingly, reassuring you that it wasn't your fault. It wasn't.

During your inner turmoil, Wanda noticed how you seemed to tense next to her, becoming restless as you shifted continuously by her side, seemingly agitated by something. She was worried that you would overthink Tommy's words and she could tell you were while everyone was watching something else on the Tv, her hand moving to squeeze your leg to try and bring you back to reality.

"I love you Detka," she murmurs in your ear, her tone laced with tenderness as she tried to subtly comfort you with the twins nearby, your hand moving to grasp hers, playing with her fingers as you fidgeted a little, the old nervous habit seeming to come back.

"I love you too," you whisper, meeting her eyes to convey the honesty behind your words, only breaking the gaze at the sound of laughter spilling from the twins lips, trying to enjoy the afternoon as much as you could.

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As soon as the bedroom door shut, you were engulfed into the older woman's arms, head resting on her shoulder while she let her hands glide up and down your sides, noticing how crestfallen you seemed. You didn't want to be put down by the words, knowing he didn't mean them but you couldn't stop thinking what if you did ruin it for them? What if-

"Detka," Wanda murmurs against your hair, her hands at your waist as she guides you towards the bed, letting your body fall onto it first before she straddles your lap, not in a sexual way, just trying to bring you two as close as you could physically be. Her arms loosely wrap around the back of your neck, your arms snaking around her middle while your head moves to rest against her chest, listening to the calming sound of her steady heartbeat. The older woman knew you loved hugging her like this, being able to feel all of her pressed against you in a tight embrace, so she let you savour the moment briefly, the room being enveloped in a comfortable silence until you spoke up.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, making the older woman frown. You had nothing to be sorry for. "I know it wasn't his fault but I just-" you sigh, interrupting yourself as you try to piece together your thoughts. "Did I?" You ask, voice cracking a little, Wanda's heart clenching at how hurt you look. "Did I ruin your family?" Her hands immediately move to cup your cheeks, confusion evident on her face as how could you possibly think that?

"No," she says with no hesitation, searching your eyes to see the doubt still there, your insecurities winning the battle. "You haven't ruined anything Detka," her words firm to emphasise her point, her thumbs brushing over your cheeks as you peer up at her. "The only person here who's ruined anything is Vision," she grits out his name, unable to keep her anger at bay when thinking about him. "Y/n, Dorogaya, you are the best thing that has happened to us, to me," she confesses, your lips tugging up into a small smile, the pools of green overflowing with care. "I love you Y/n and so do the twins, in fact, I don't think I've ever seen them as happy as they are with you," her fingers move further back, softly scratching your scalp as she continues, "So please don't ever feel like you're not wanted here, that you have ruined anything because you haven't."

You lean upwards to press your lips to hers, soft lips meeting your own as your eyes flutter close, truly trying to savour the feeling of them pressed against yours firmly to show you she's there for you but also softly to show her love for you. It's slow and intimate, everything you need right now, Wanda being everything you need right now.

"How are you so perfect?" you whisper against her lips, eyes still closed as you lean your forehead against hers, her lips tugging up into a smile. She remembers when you first said that to her, at the end of the twin's birthday party when it was just you two outside, Wanda desperately wanting to kiss you that night, to hold you tight and promise you everything was going to be alright.

"I'm not perfect, Detka," she murmurs back, your lips tugging into a matching smile as she replies back in the same way as she did all those months ago.

"You are to me," your tone barely above a whisper as she claims your lips against for an intimate kiss, both of you pouring your emotions into it before pulling back, simply relishing in the embrace while processing her earlier words.

Not soon later, you were both cuddled up under the sheets, legs a tangle of limbs as your head rested on her chest, arm wrapped around her middle to keep her as close as possible. She hummed a soft Sokovian lullaby, the room filled with a comfortable atmosphere as your eyes fluttered closed, an idea popping into your mind at something she said earlier in your sleepy state.

"How are we going to kill Vision?" you mumble against her shirt, partly asleep, Wanda unable to stop the laughter spilling from her lips, hand coming up to hide her giggle as her nose scrunched at your random words. Her eyes sparkled with joy as she looked down at you, her mind thinking this is why she loved you, you would always make her laugh, no matter what. "I'm sure Nat knows how to hide a body," you mutter, voice slightly muffled against her chest as you spoke, torn between letting sleep completely take over you and staying awake to enjoy her company.

"Let's talk about that in the morning," she whispers lovingly and playfully, brushing some of your hair out of your face as you're already drifting off, her smiling down at your adoringly as you sleep on her, "Sweet dreams, Moya Lyubov."

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Fatal Attraction

Chapter Nine

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader/ Wanda Maximoff x Jarvis Stark

Warnings: Angst. Fluff.

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18+ MINORS DNI

Y/N watched as Wanda grew more and more confident since she started to meet with Opal and started the divorce proceedings. Soon enough the elevator doors opened to reveal Gwen in her lab coat.

“We have a slight problem.” She told them as she approached Y/N.

“What is it?” They questioned as Gwen took a deep breath.

“We have been hacked.” She told them urgently. “The blueprints for the Oscorp/Hammer project were the only things stolen.”

“Ok.” Y/N started to move towards their office. “Just one moment and we will go to IT.” She watched as they entered their office, typing away on their computer.

“What’s going on?” Wanda asked them curiously as Opal observed the two.

“Nothing to worry about, but please don’t leave this office.” They told her. “Both of you.” They looked to Opal as Wanda nodded. “I’ll explain everything once I’ve sorted it, I have also shut down the company wifi for the time being.”

“What?” Wanda questioned as she went to follow them but Opal beat her to it.

“Y/N, what has happened?” She asked as she pulled them to the side.

“We have been hacked.” They whispered as Opal sighed. “An important project has been stolen and I plan on getting to the bottom of it.”

“I warned you.” She whispered as she glanced back at Wanda. “This has Stark written all over it.”

“I know.” Y/N groaned as they looked into the older woman’s eyes. “But I can’t help but feel this way, like I need to help her, protect her. I just need her to be safe.”

“You’re in love with her.” She gasped as Y/N nodded. “That’s why you’re hellbent on getting her out of this loveless marriage.”

“I do.” They answered. “But I just want what’s best for her.” She smiled at them before they continued. “Just keep her inside the office, I have this floor on lock down so there will be no unexpected guests before my return, and you know where the fridge is.”

The two watched as Y/N followed Gwen into the lift, Opal approached Wanda and led her back inside the office.

“Come dear, we have much to do.” She told the younger woman as she closed the door behind them. Moving to grab a couple of drinks before continuing their task at hand as Y/N and Gwen raced towards the IT department.

“Scott, please tell me you have something.” Y/N spoke as they entered the Tech lab.

“I am trying to break down the digital footprints, hoping to get an IP but so far nothing.” He told them as he typed away.

“Have you accessed the remote wifi?” They asked him as he shook his head. Y/N then pushed him out of the way as they grabbed their USB from their coat. The two watched as they typed away on the computer, listening as they mumbled to themselves.

“Anything?” Gwen asked them as she stepped beside them, watching as they tried to break through the firewall.

“I am getting closer but whoever this is, they are much better at hacking than our very own IT minion.” They raised their voice as their anger was getting the better of them.

“Maybe we should inform the police?” Scott asked as Y/N laughed.

“No!” They yelled. “We settle this in house.” They started to type away again before talking once more. “How’s Jean doing?” They asked, causing Gwen to smirk as Scott looked unsure.

“She is great, really tired.” He answered them.

“She’s due soon right?” They asked him as he nodded.

“Yeah, she is due next week.” He answered them.

“You should bring the two of them in when she’s had the baby.” They told him as they straightened up. “It’s someone at Hammer Industries.” The two looked confused as Y/N fixed their jacket. “Get the evidence in a secure file for me. I have a call to make.” Scott nodded as Gwen followed Y/N to the lift.

“You’re not going to do anything stupid are you?” She asked them as they smirked.

“Since when have you known me to do anything stupid?” They questioned as she raised a brow. “You know what? Forget what I asked.”

“I have known you forever.” She told them as they stepped inside the lift. “I know you better than you know yourself.”

“Look, this is my company Gwen. My whole teen and adult life has been spent here, in this building. Learning as much as I possibly could, I am not going to let someone come here and steal from under my nose.” They told her firmly, soon stepping out of the lift and heading to Wanda’s desk, getting out the address book they had.

“Y/N, this could be dangerous. Maybe my dad can help.” She tried as Y/N shook their head no. “Come on.”

“Look, I am not going to do anything stupid.” They told her as they picked up the phone, Gwen’s eyes soon seeing the name of the person they were calling.

“You can’t be serious?! Cottonmouth?” She whispered as Y/N soon started to talk with the person on the other end, their eyes never leaving Gwen’s as they spoke.

“Ok. Thanks.” They soon hung up to see Gwen’s disapproving stare. “He owes me.”

“Y/N, this isn’t going to work!” She yelled at them, alerting the two women just beyond the wall. “He is dangerous, even worse than KP.”

“Look, I have a way of doing things.” They told her as they stood up. “If you don’t like it, then just shut up.”

“Y/N, I worry that you will get hurt, or worse.” She told them softly. “You’re my best friend above all else, and I couldn’t live with myself if you died.” Y/N’s eyes softened as they watched her wipe away a stray tear.

“I’m sorry Gwen.” They whispered. “But I have to do this. This company is all of our livelihoods. Our means of survival and I need to make sure that you and everyone else in this building is protected.”

“I’m going back to my lab.” She whispered as she straightened up. “Scott will be up soon with your file.” With that she left as the door opened, revealing Opal with her bag ready to leave.

“You need to be careful Y/N/N.” She told them as they nodded. “Your mom would kick my ass if anything happened to you.”

“I will.” They assured her. “I know what I have to do.” She sighed knowing she will never break through to them.

“So, what happened?” Wanda asked as she followed Y/N inside their office, closing the door behind her.

“We were hacked.” They told her as they looked over the city. “Someone at Hammer hacked into our database and stole the blueprints from the very project we were working on together!” They turned to face Wanda who remained steady on her feet. “They stole from us and everyone is practically telling me to sit back, just let the authorities deal with it.”

“Maybe you should.” Wanda told them as she stepped closer to them. “It would be safer, maybe terminate the contract since they have broken it.” They listened as she spoke. “We can organise a meeting next week with Justin Hammer and his associates, make it a formal matter, have Opal on our side, and a notary too.” She took their hand as they looked into her eyes. “Make sure that soon enough you will ruin them, from the legal route.”

“I.” They sighed as they closed their eyes, the closeness between the two as Wanda caressed their face.

“Don’t say anything.” She whispered as her lips ghosted theirs. Y/N released a shaky breath before kissing her tenderly, their hands soon moving to her hips as the kiss deepened. Pushing her up against the window as the kiss grew hungrier by the second.

“I can’t.” They whispered as Wanda looked at them. “I can’t do this here.”

“Then where?” She asked them as they stepped away.

“I just, you’re still married.” They whispered as she sighed.

“Not for long though.” She told them.

“But still, I don’t want this.” They pointed between the two of them. “To be just about sex. You deserve more than that.” With that they left the office, leaving a bewildered Wanda behind.

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I'm exhausted. 2 whole days of compiling zionist statements for y'all. Please reblog.

(LONG POST: TW- genocidal rhetoric, anti-palestinian hate, additions welcome)

#1 - ALARMING STATEMENTS FROM ISRAELI LEADERS:

"This is a struggle between the children of light and the children of darkness, between humanity and the law of the jungle."

-Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu deleted tweet

“You must remember what Amalek has done to you, says our Holy Bible. 1 Samuel 15:3 ‘Now go and smite Amalek, and utterly destroy all that they have, and spare them not; but slay both man and woman, infant and suckling, ox and sheep, camel and ass’,"