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wandasgf · 3 months

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EVERLONG. mdni. 18+.

dream girl evil universe

pairing: rockstar!natasha romanoff + yelena's best friend!reader

summary: you hadn't expected yelena's natasha to be the natasha

warnings: fluff, partial smut, light angst for like a second, top!natasha, bottom!reader, really they're just very sweet

wc: 2.5k

You freeze in the kitchen of Yelena’s apartment, seeing a redhead that you don’t recognize sitting on the couch in the living room. You briefly wonder if Yelena had had a breakdown and dyed her hair without telling you. That would explain today’s radio silence even though usually your phone was blowing up asking when you would finally be done with your classes and come make her dinner. It was Monday night and usually you’d come over to Yelena’s apartment to make dinner and watch whatever movie Yelena chose. Sometimes her girlfriend Kate would come over, but Yelena liked to keep Monday nights for ‘best friend time’ as she liked to call it. You hesitantly hang your bag on the hook by the door and close it behind you. Hopefully you didn’t just close yourself in with a serial killer or something.

At the sound of the door closing, the redhead turns her head and your jaw almost drops when you make eye contact. Natasha Romanoff is sitting in Yelena’s living room.

What the hell is Natasha Romanoff doing sitting in Yelena’s living room?

The redhead is the lead guitarist and singer in what most magazines and articles are calling ‘one of the most popular female rock bands in the past twenty years.’ Even if someone doesn’t know Spellbound’s music, they’d know Natasha. She’s recently been a hot topic of the internet, having been caught on video punching one of her bandmate, Wanda’s, exes in the face after they wouldn’t stop harassing her. The video spread like wildfire, most people on Natasha’s side and other’s calling her a bitch, saying she shouldn’t get involved. You, of course, were on Natasha’s side.

She doesn’t seem at all concerned, just raises an eyebrow at the continued silence when you don’t say anything. “You’re not Yelena.” Is what you say, lamely, when you can finally get your brain to connect to your vocal chords. “Not the last time I checked, no. As far as I can tell neither are you.”

“It’s Monday night.” You say as if that would be any explanation at all as to why you’re in Yelena’s apartment. Natasha stands from the couch, putting the bottle of beer she was drinking down on Yelena’s coffee table. “Right,” she nods in agreement, “but that doesn’t explain what you’re doing in my sister’s apartment.” You almost choke on your own spit at Natasha’s words. Yelena’s Natasha was the Natasha?

As if to save you from whatever wrath the redhead was going to unleash on you for being a stranger in her sister’s apartment, Yelena emerges from her bedroom. “Y/N! It’s nice of you to finally make it. I thought maybe a traffic monster had swallowed you up.” You were five minutes later than usual and she was acting like it was the end of the world, typical. Natasha is momentarily forgotten as you roll your eyes at your best friend's words. “Hi, Y/N. So nice to see you, Y/N. I’m so sorry I was a ghost today, Y/N.” You mock her playfully, ready to give her an earful for making you think she might have died today before Natasha clears her throat.

“Big sisters don’t get introductions anymore?”

It was easy to get over your initial starstruck feeling after the first couple of days that Natasha stayed with Yelena. You learned that there was a two week long break between legs of the tour and Natasha decided she wanted to come visit her sister. With no prior notice, of course, because that’s just how Natasha does things. It really didn’t take long for you to feel comfortable around her and although she had been skeptical to let herself fully relax around you, even if she didn’t show it, she eventually did. You found that you enjoyed being around her and even found yourself hanging around Yelena’s apartment even when she wasn’t there just so you could spend time with Natasha.

And Natasha enjoyed spending time with you. She didn’t show it, much like she didn’t show most emotions that weren’t surface level, but she was excited to finally meet the famous Y/N Yelena would always rave about for the past however many years when they spoke on the phone. She would always regret not coming to visit more often, but she wouldn’t trade her current life for anything even if it meant time spent with Yelena was over the phone more often than not. She could make up for it in other ways, hopefully her sister felt the same.

It was the last day of Natasha’s two week visit and you were both sitting on the cargo bed of her rental truck. It was parked in the grassy parking area near the picnic area of one of New York’s many state parks. It was nearly deserted save for a few families, August wasn’t exactly peak tourist season in this part of New York. You were waiting for Yelena to arrive with Kate, the blonde finally deciding that now would be a good time for Natasha to meet her girlfriend. Of course she waited until the day before Natasha left.

You’re leaning into Natasha, your legs dangling off the edge of the cargo bed, kicking back and forth lightly. She’s leaning on one hand and letting you play with her fingers on the other. She doesn’t know if she’ll be able to admit it out loud, but she will miss you when she’s gone. She hadn’t planned on growing so close to you and she’s never had a problem with being detached before, but something about you just draws her in. If she could stay here, with you leaning against her and the gentle breeze against her skin, she would. It’s a dangerous thought, she knows it is, but she wonders if you’d wait for her to come back. Whenever that is.

The mixture of Natasha’s perfume and the nature around you is comforting and you don’t want anything to burst the little bubble of comfort you and Natasha have created for yourselves. “Is it bad that I don’t want you to go?” You ask quietly, hoping if you don’t say it too loud then the question won’t hold as many emotions as you know it does. Natasha doesn’t respond for a few seconds, trying to come up with an answer that won’t make you upset but also won’t give you any false hope. “You could always come to one of my shows.” Is what she settles for, but the sigh she gets in response isn’t what she wanted.

“You know I can’t.” Your legs stop kicking and you let the warm breeze brush against them as it blows past. Natasha squeezes your hand, “I know.” She’s about to say something else, but the honk of a horn interrupts her and you practically jump off of the truck, a startled curse falling from your lips as you whip your head around. You groan when you see Yelena’s car and turn to bury your face in Natasha’s shoulder, previous feelings seemingly forgotten, “Your sister’s an asshole.”

Natasha laughs, reaching up to run a hand through your hair, the feeling much too familiar. It makes a pit form in her stomach, but she pushes it down. “It runs in the family. Now, come on. I have to go all big sister on this Kate girl.” She pats your shoulder and waits for you to pull away from her before getting down from the truck. She almost walks away, but thinks better of it, instead turning to help you down as well. There’s no reason to pull away, she reminds herself, you two are just friends. Friends who have spent the past couple of nights cuddled together on Yelena’s couch while watching movies, but still, just friends.

You both hear two car doors shut and then Yelena’s voice, “Sestra! Come meet Kate!” and then much quieter, Kate’s nervous one, “Babe, I really think maybe we should just go back. I mean she’s already met Y/N, so maybe I’ll be next time.”

Surprisingly, you’re able to stop Natasha from scaring Kate too much, but she still puts the fear of God into the brunette, promising something awful if she were to ever break her sister’s heart. Of course Kate swears she would never do anything like that and then goes on a nervous rant about how she was totally on Natasha’s side when it came to punching that guy.

The rest of the afternoon goes smoothly, you all had a good time and you almost completely forgot that Natasha would be leaving tomorrow. Until you didn’t. You had been sleeping over at Yelena’s apartment the past couple of nights and tonight was no different, wanting to see Natasha off when she left. Like a good friend would. Because that’s what you were. Friends.

Natasha had claimed she was going to stay up all night so that when she got on the bus in the morning, she’d be able to sleep through the long drive to the hotel in Indiana. You gave some lame excuse to hide wanting to spend more time with her as a reason why you’d stay up with her. Yelena had gone to sleep long ago and you were starting to get a little sleepy, but you weren’t going to give up now. You looked at your phone to check the time: 2:46am.

You were in a similar position to earlier, except instead of a truck bed you were sitting on the couch with your legs curled up next to you as you leaned into Natasha. “Y/N?” Natasha whispers into the quiet of the living room, the only sound besides her voice being the quiet murmur from the tv. You hum in response, eyes trained on the scene being shown on the tv screen. You were watching reruns of one of your favorite shows and although Natasha wasn’t all that interested, she’d let you keep it on.

“Y/N.” She says slightly louder and you sit up in confusion, looking around to see if maybe you’d missed something. You furrow your eyebrows when everything is the same as it was before, “what?” Natasha looks like she wants to say something, but she hesitates slightly. “Nevermind. Sorry, I thought I saw something.”

“Nat, seriously, what?” You’re beyond confused now and a little too tired to understand the emotions in Natasha’s eyes the way you usually would. It’s a split second decision, but the resolve she’s been trying to build up for the past few days has been effectively crumbled and the question that’s been on the tip of her tongue since you asked if it was bad you wanted her to stay finally escapes her lips, “can I kiss you?”

It takes you a second to register the fact that she actually wants to kiss you, but as soon as you do you’re nodding your head. She surges forward, cupping your cheeks and pressing her lips against yours. Your eyes flutter shut and you grab at her shirt, trying to tug her closer as your lips move against each other. Her tongue slides against your bottom lip and you gasp. She takes the opportunity to push her tongue into your mouth, exploring it. There’s no real fight for dominance, you let Natasha take the lead entirely.

You tug her down as you lay back on the couch and she shifts slightly so that she can straddle your hips, one of her hands tangling in your hair. Eventually she has to pull away for air and she’s glad she does with the way you struggle to breathe properly, fists clutching her shirt. Your breathing is labored and she would find it cute had she not realized you were sacrificing breathing just to kiss her. She almost wants to scold you for it.

She rubs her thumb across your cheek as she looks down at you. She really shouldn’t be doing this, not before she has to leave, and especially not in Yelena’s living room, but she doesn’t know if she really cares right now. “I’m going to kiss you again, okay?”

“Please.” You nod desperately, tugging her back down and meeting her lips halfway. This kiss is much more heated and messy, the both of you more desperate for each other than you already were. Natasha bites down on your bottom lip and you moan softly, arching up into her. Her smirk breaks the kiss and you almost whine, but it’s almost like she can read your mind because she’s immediately shushing you and pressing her lips to yours again.

Your hands slide under her shirt to grip at her waist and pull her closer to you, desperately wanting to feel her against you. The way you’re kissing is almost feverish, the both of you so desperate that you feel if you don’t consume the other it may be your demise. Natasha pulls away to quickly pull her shirt off and discard it on the floor and if you weren’t so desperate to have her lips on yours again, you would have taken more time to admire her abs.

When she leans back down to meet your lips in another frenzied kiss, she doesn’t even take the time to pull your shirt off entirely, merely pushes it up and over your breasts, her hands finding purchase on the soft skin of your waist before traveling up. She groans at the way your body reacts to her and the little whine you let out when she slides her fingertips over the cups of your bra.

When she pulls away again you try to catch your breath, feeling a little lightheaded from having Natasha like this. She’s leaning over you, hands cupping your cheeks as her thumb rubs soothingly across one of them. “If we keep going, I’m not going to be able to stop.” She laughs lightly, the look on your face telling her that very much wouldn’t be a problem. “But I don’t think this is the right place for that, doll. Another time, alright?”

The rest of the night is spent with Natasha whispering sweet nothings to you as you fall in and out of sleep, trying your best to stay awake with her. She promises to come back soon, even though she doesn’t know when soon will be, and that she’ll text you when she can and set aside time to call, and would you like that? Eventually, you succumb to sleep and Natasha has to slip away without a proper goodbye. She’d tried to wake you, you can’t fault her for that one. And if Yelena noticed you wearing Natasha’s shirt while you were asleep on the couch, she didn’t say anything.

“I hope you guys don’t mind us playing something new.” Natasha’s words are met with loud cheers and she smirks softly, “it’s a song I wrote recently and we haven’t had a chance to play it for anyone yet so we figured why not, right? It’s called Everlong. I hope you guys like it.” She looks behind her and nods to Carol who starts the drum beat.

“Hello

I’ve waited here for you

Everlong”

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ktficworld · 15 days

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Behind The Red Curtains

Pairing: soft dark! Steve Rogers x actress! reader

Summary: You come to know that your success might not be solely because of your talent.

Warnings: 18+, dub-con, forced relationship, bondage, size kink, degradation + praise kink, choking, oral(f receiving ), unprotected sex( it's fiction, your life's not), dirty talk, explicit language, explicit sexual content.

(Let me know if I forgot something)

Prompt: Oral sex, overstimulation, praise, Mob au, Blackmail + Cum play + “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it? I think you even enjoyed it.”

A/N: So, this is my entry for the cum together extravaganza hosted by @labella420 and @stargazingfangirl18

I wanted to write this for a long time after the provocation by @biteofcherry 👀. I hope you all enjoy and this is my first time writing smut so, be gentle.

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“Johnny Storm was seen with the new sensation in the modelling industry yesterday night. Rumor has it-”

You pressed the switch-off button with more force than needed as the squeaky voice of the anchor finally died down. Throwing the remote across the bed, you groaned in agitation.

You were dating Johnny Storm. Everything was going well, the meeting was story worthy, he was handsome, charming and had some good qualities you were looking for. This was the first relationship you got into since entering the film industry. Because you may be a hopeless romantic, but you were also choosy.

You didn’t know what happened in the process that just torpedoed your budding relationship. One day you were walking out of a cafe hand-in-hand and the next day, he was fucking some modelling sensation. Maybe you got lost in translation.

Or maybe he was just a fucking asshole. No matter what happened it showed you his true colors. That or instead of coming to you to talk out his issues, he went around, fucking and ghosted you.

Oh, but that was not the problem. The real problem was that you were shooting a movie with him. A romantic movie, with sex scenes. And you have no idea how you would be able to show any affection or chemistry on the screen without being awkward as fuck. This would be the best test of your acting skills for sure.

“Why do you look like you regret being born?” your friend and manager, Wanda asked as she entered your room.

You glanced at her and rolled your eyes. She was trying to lighten your melancholic mood but, it was of no use. “You know damn well why.”

She sighed. “I know, but you’re a great actress. You could easily pull off a serial killer then a rom-com is nothing for you. Don’t get worked up about it. Just imagine your celebrity crush instead.”

You laughed at that. You worked with people whom the masses considered celebrity and if you had a crush, you’d simply ask them out. So, you’re stuck in that department.

“I appreciate your support and I’ll get over this. Just give me some time. Is that why you came here?”

Wanda shook her head with a smile. “No, actually the PR guy told me to tell you to go to partage restaurant. Someone wants to meet you.”

You frowned. “You know if I started giving time to ‘someones’ then I won’t even be able to breathe. I need the specifics.”

“He didn’t tell me. Said the person didn’t want to be known till you meet them. But he said you need to go or they’ll be pissed and it could pose a problem to your career.”

Some rich asshole again. You pinched your nose in frustration. People really glamorised a celeb’s life but if they knew that you all have to play rich people’s puppets, they wouldn’t be so enthusiastic about it.

“Fine, I’ll go. What time and day?”

“8 p.m Sunday.”

“Great. Now get lost, I need my beauty sleep.”

Your heels clicked on the floor as you stepped inside the restaurant to utter silence.

The usually bustling restaurant was deserted. There was no violin swimming in the air, mingling with the chatter of the expensive people, the polished tables had no spilled drinks and the fine plates had no leftovers. The lobby had no sight of a reception and all the staff had evaporated out of existence. You were half doubting yourself that maybe you arrived at the wrong time or date. Maybe the restaurant was closed.

But all of them vanished when a prim and proper lady approached you. You had never seen her before but you didn’t care to ask if she was new.

“Good evening, ma’am, you may go to the VIP area upstairs. Sir is waiting for you there.” She said in a professional voice.

“Yeah, sure. But can I ask why the restaurant is empty?”

“He booked the entire restaurant.” She said like it was the most normal thing in the world. It was not like this place costed more than the top-paying actors in the Hollywood.

You thanked the woman with a polite smile you went upstairs to get to the VIP section.

The he made you shudder from inside. Another sleazy old man who thought that you would open your legs for him just because he was rich was awaiting you and judging by the stunt he pulled. You’d have to be more tactful.

Reaching the shiny golden doors with a lion emblem, separating the demi-gods from the gods, you knocked on the door of the VIP room.

“Come in.” A thick and deep voice called out, making you frown. How come an old man has such a great voice?

Oh, but how wrong you were. Because, as soon as you opened the door, in front of you, sat a man who was far from aged. He was pure muscles. His rings sparkled in the chandelier lights. Draped in the finest black suit with his blonde hair combed back, sat none other than Steve Rogers, the mafia lord of New York. The one who you have been trying to avoid your entire career. Who posed as a successful businessman but everyone was aware of how he earned his dollars. Just, they were too afraid to acknowledge it.

You couldn’t move an inch, frozen from fear and surprise. You had only met him once, during the premiere of your debut film and people had acted like he wasn’t someone who could wipe them off from the face of the earth without even blinking an eye. That night, his eyes were glued to you like Hades's gaze on Persephone. So intense and consuming that you never wanted to see him again.

And now, here you were.

“Sit down, darling.” He husked out, the sound of alcohol filling his glass reverberating through the walls.

Breaking out of your trance with a gulp. You pulled out the chair and sat down across from him while your heart was in your throat. “Good evening, Mr. Rogers. What brings me the pleasure of your company.’ You managed to get out without your voice cracking.

He smirked and leaned back on his chair. “It’s your beauty, your talent and your creativity that brings you here, sweetheart. I’m a big fan of art and beautiful things, you are both of them.”

“Thank you…” You drawl out, expecting him to continue.

“I liked you the moment I saw you. In your pink dress, you looked so innocent, so shy. Overwhelmed by the media attention. I knew you would do something big so I gave you the freedom to shine and shine you did. However, it looks like your freedom has got to your head.” The last sentence was said with a lower voice and an ominous smile.

Your hands became sweaty as they clamped down on the armrest. “I’m not getting what you are trying to say.” You whispered out.

His chuckle only made your heartbeat faster as he leaned forward and his gaze bore into your soul. “Let me rephrase, I claimed you the moment I saw you. But I knew you had potential so I let you go but your little dance with Johnny Storm made me realise it was time you became mine.”

“What-what did you do?” You choked out but you weren’t sure if you wanted to know the answer.

You yelped as he yanked your chair closer towards him till your knees were touching. Your chest moved rapidly as he leaned closer, his hands covering yours on the armrest.

“Awww, don’t play stupid, honey. Johnny, he’s a himbo and you are mine,” He said as his left hand moved to caress your cheek as you flinched away from his touch. “So, I pulled some strings, fed some mouths with dollars and your cute little on-set romance came to an end.” Your eyes widened in horror as he was the one that ended your relationship with Johnny.

He gripped your face in his big hand and turned your head so that his eyes burned through yours. “Trust me, honey, I was generous with him. I could have him disappear and no one would have given a shit.”

“No.” You whispered, wrenching his hands away. You suddenly stood up from your chair, effectively surprising him.

“No?”

“That is not happening. I don’t want to be with you, I’m sorry.” You stumbled back to the door but before you could touch the doorknob, you were whirled around and pushed against it.

“When did I tell you, you could say no?” Steve growled his hand wrapping around your throat. “If you think you can reject me then you are sorely mistaken, darling. Don’t forget that the production house you work with the most is mine.”

You gasped. How could it be his? It was of Tony Stark, you scorched the earth and back and found no such connection.

Steve noticed your reaction and tsked.“You didn’t know? Don’t worry, you are not stupid sweetheart. The public doesn’t know that Stark is nothing but my pawn.” His other hand snaked around to squeeze your ass through your jeans and you screwed your eyes shut as his touch sent tingles through your body and your breaths became shorter.

He tugged you closer to him with your neck, his breath fanning over your skin. “Now, do you still want to be stubborn?”

Now, you were no dumbo. If Steve can jeopardize your relations with his production then he can also ruin your entire career. Mob involvement in the film industry is an unsaid rule. However, you didn’t know their claws were so deep and sharp.

“And what if I leave? Leave this industry?” What could be more precious than your pride?

He gave you a lopsided grin. “Then you’ll just be the wife of Steve Rogers who was an actress. Remember princess, I’ll never leave you alone. If I held onto you for three years what makes you think I’ll not find you and drag you to my hell?”

Tears threatened your waterline as you murmured. “You are really forcing me?” What a stupid question to be asking a mobster.

He let out a throaty chuckle and moved his hand from your neck to his pant pocket however he was still invading your private space as his lips were inches away from your lips. “I’m giving you options: either come willingly or I’ll force you. Your choice, darling.”

He fished out a silver card from his pocket, tracing the sharp and cold edges of it on your face, meandering down your neck and stopping only when it reached the valley of your breast. You gasped harshly when he slid the card inside your bra, the chilled hard paper resting against your warm skin.

“My number, call me when you make a decision. You have one week.” He whispered against your lips before sealing the unspoken vow with a kiss.

With that he slipped away from your body and took his seat again like dark clouds gilding away from the moon before shortly, engulfing it once again. He resumed sipping from his glass like nothing serious happened and said nonchalantly. “You can go now.”

You ran to your car like you were burned. Which you were, your soul was burning. Burning from the choices you were given. Which was essentially choosing which cage you preferred better, golden or grey.

“Did you like the dinner?” Steve asked in his deep voice as he sat across from you at the dining table.

Blinking your eyes away from the full moon that shone outside the dining room window, you glanced at Steve and nodded. “Yes, I liked it.”

You did come to him willingly in the end, after all, what choice did you have? The moment you admitted your defeat and called Steve flashed in front of your eyes. His smug and triumphant words ringing in your ears.

“Nice choice, princess.”

“You seem to like the moon a lot,” Steve observed as his piercing gaze never left you, noting your every move and reaction.

You looked down at your hands, clasped in front of you. His presence still sent chills of fear down your spine. His imposing figure and intense gaze made your heart race. Not to mention the way his eyes sparkled with desire and lust whenever they laid upon you.

“Yes, the night is beautiful.” You replied softly.

“Do you want to go upstairs? In the balcony for a better view? I also have a very pretty garden.” Steve offered and you refrained from frowning.

From the moment you accepted his advances, Steve has been acting like the perfect lover. Sending flowers, expensive gifts, wanting to have nice and deep conversations and supporting you in your work. But still, you couldn’t decipher if he was actually being nice or plain manipulative.

However, you had grown tired, sitting and chatting in the room, the walls suffocating you. “I would like that.”

Steve grinned and stood up from his chair, taking a few long strides he reached you and offered you his hand. “Let’s go.”

You gave him a tight-lipped smile, slipping your hand in his, you got up. You sucked a sharp breath when his hand tightened around your smaller one and his eyes grew darker. You ignored the building tension as he led you upstairs, to the balcony.

His mansion was spectacular, painted beige with marble murals. It resembled old French castles with intricate paintings from Greek mythology on walls to railing carved with various plant and flower motifs.

When he said he enjoyed beauty, he wasn’t bluffing.

Stepping on the top floor, there was a lounge area with a fireplace on the right and a couch on the left. In front was the glass door leading to the balcony. Steve opened the door and you had to hold back your gasp as the view was absolutely breathtaking.

It had the same marble railing as before and also had a sitting space for two people with two chairs and one glass table, perfect for a cosy morning or evening. The balcony ran along the entire top floor, connected with all the rooms.

However, the main highlight was the enormous garden that stood before your eyes. Tall trees were perched vertically of all types, some bearing fruits, some flowers and some none. Speaking of flowers, bright, colourful flowers adorned the garden like jewels. Rose, jasmine, sunflower, etc scattered all over with moonlight pouring on them.

It was straight out of a princess movie and you could spend your entire life wandering inside it, reading books under the tree shade.

“It’s gorgeous.” You whispered to Steve as you stepped forward, leaning on the railing.

“I know, my mother made it. She wanted me to keep the garden big and flourishing. So, I put everything I could to keep it perfect.” Steve revealed and moved behind you, his body pressing against yours.

You were so engrossed in gazing at the garden that you missed his hand coming to cover yours and he laid a soft kiss on your cheek.

“What are you doing?” You questioned as you tried to step away from his grip but he had you trapped.

“Enjoying my view,” He said as he gripped your hips and pressed them against him, his semi-hard cock pressing against your ass. “See what you do to me?”

His lips trailed down, kissing and sucking on your neck. His left hand travelled from your hips to your breast, he squeezed the underside of your tities while grinding his erection against your bottom. Your breathing was getting heavy as he continued to massage your boobs and sucked on your neck, collarbone and shoulder.

You had to refrain from biting your lips. His strong body and demanding moves were making you unwillingly wet. But he forced you into a relationship you didn’t want, you didn’t want this, right?

“I don’t want to do it.” You whispered despite wanting nothing but his hands under your scarlet dress.

“No?” He chuckled. “Let’s check, shall we?” He whispered seductively in your ear.

Your eyes widened as you thrashed in his grip but he stopped all your attempts to deny the truth with a hand around your neck and a squeeze that made you go still. His other hand glided under your dress and found your panties damp.

“Your pussy proved you wrong, princess.” He said with a smug laugh. He sucked at your pulse point as his fingers moved your lace panties aside and caressed your folds. The suddenness made you let out a choked moan as your hold tightened on the railing.

His words embarrassed you but you couldn’t deny that his touch was making your body betray you. He played your body like an instrument.

His fingers ran along your petals, spreading your arousal and brushing your clit, his index finger teasing your entrance when he abruptly stopped.

You blinked, gasping and panting. You were about to glance at him in confusion when he bent you over, your head resting against the marble railing as he went down on his knees, bunching up your dress around your waist. He ripped off your panties, the sound heating your cheeks with humiliation.

“You deserve to be punished.” He said through gritted teeth as he slapped your clit, making you jerk at the delicious sting as he spread your legs wider for him so your pussy was on full display. Wet and ready.

“Spank your ass till it’s burning for going out with that pathetic excuse of a man Johnny or have Bucky watch you as I fuck you senseless. He’s also a fan after all." He spread your labia and sucked on your clit, making you moan out loud as your stomach flipped.

“But I can’t, because this pussy is too tempting of a distraction.” He lamented as his lips went down to your pussy and his tongue teased your cunt with slow yet precise strokes.

Your left hand moved to his hair and tugged on the blonde locks as his administration made your clit pulsate with need. You couldn’t decipher whether you wanted him to stop or continue.

He tutted on you pulling his hair. You whimpered at the loss of his mouth on your pussy when the clicking of his belt echoed in the empty space. He yanked both your hands behind your back and secured them in place with his belt, the grip firm but not harsh.

“No.Touching.” He growled in your ear as his words were accentuated by a slap on each of your buttcheeks, making you whimper in pain and pleasure as you let your forehead rest against the cool marble and he knelt again.

He took your clit in his mouth again but with more ferocity as your pussy clenched around nothing, “Oh my god, Steve yes!” You mewled.

“Captain or I won’t let you cum.” He commanded as his fingers joined in and drew slow and teasing circles around your cunt.

“Captain, please.” You pleaded as your orgasm started to build up in your stomach.

“Good girl, that’s my good girl.” He finally eased his index finger inside of you, his thick and long finger filling your pussy and you were afraid as to how you were going to take his cock as his finger alone stretched your vagina.

He pumped his finger in and out of you all the while kissing and sucking your clit. When you bucked into his finger he added another one, exploring your velvety walls to find your spot that would make you sing. He curled his fingers when you dripped around his fingers and mouth.

“Mhmm, captain. Feels so good.” You cried out as your climax was approaching you faster, your skin glistening with sweat under the pale moonlight. It was so embarrassing, being this crying and moaning mess he had turned you into. His hands kneading your thighs and ass.

“Are you going to cum, princess?” Steve asked in a husky voice as he kept up his pace, replacing his mouth with his thumb to grow circles around the bundle of nerves,

Your skin was on ablaze, the coil tightening in your belly as you were tethering on the of falling apart. “Yes, Captain. Please let me cum.” You requested, spellbound. He didn’t need to ask you to beg, you were already sliding into your subspace. His finger found your g spot as he twisted his fingers, making you whimper as your breath shuddered.

He snickered, sending vibrations through your body. “I didn’t know you were so obedient, good to know.”His hand came down on your clit and it was the final straw that threw you over the edge.

You came with a loud moan as the blinding pleasure brought tears to your eyes and you gushed around his lips and fingers, coating his chin. He lapped all your juice, his pace not halting as he drank your nectar greedily.

Your body was quivering from the force of your orgasm, your heart racing as you tried to collect yourself.

Steve got up on his feet and you almost collapsed when he wrapped a sturdy hand around your shaking body, pressing you against his chest. He jutted your chin up and grinned down at you. “Aw, you already look so fucked out darling but it’s just the beginning, we have the whole night.” He smashed his lips with yours, swallowing your tired whimpers and moans.

After devouring your mouth and leaving you breathless. He picked you up and started walking to his left. You were too dizzy to notice your surroundings till you were hitting silk bed sheet and plush mattress. You glanced at Steve through your hazy vision as he stood at the end of the bed.

He smirked down at you. “How about you return the favour, sweetheart? Strip.” He ordered and it was enough to clear your mind of any hangover.

Your hand snaked to your back and you slid down the zipper and pulled off your dress, your breast clad in red lace coming into view as you completely removed the dress and discarded it on the floor.

You then unclasped your bra, trepidation and anticipation mingling together as your boobs spilled out. Now, you were completely naked, your panties already torn and tossed away.

“On your hands and knees.” He commanded as he quickly unbuttoned his shirt, his abs and chest made your mouth water and you wanted to grab and touch him but shook away the thoughts.

You got on your hands and knees, clothes rustling till the bed dipped behind you. Steve ran his hand up your spine, sneaking underneath to grop your breast. You mewled as his thumb tweaked your pebbled nipples, twisting and flickering the buds till you were writhing under him.

His other hand smacked your ass, causing you to whimper. “Spread your legs more, I want to see that pussy.”

You spread your legs some more, displaying your glistening cunt to Steve’s hungry gaze. “You have such a pretty pussy.” He said as he played with you enough that you were whining before he rubbed the tip of his cock over your cunt, spreading your arousal and his pre cum.

You shuddered, you had an inclining that he was big but how much? That you didn’t know since you couldn’t see his dick from your position.

He slapped the head of his cock on your pussy and you visibly shuddered. He did it a few more times before you were dripping for him and was on the verge of sobbing in frustration.

“Such a shame that it is about to get ruined by my big cock.” He declared and pushed the tip inside you. You moaned as you awaited your eventual mounting.

You clutched the silky sheets as he slowly bottomed out, your walls spasmed as they tried to accommodate his length. You were so full already and he was gracious enough to give you time to adjust. All the while he explored your body, kissing your spine, kneading and spanking your thighs, ass and breasts. His touch was electrifying and in no time, you were whimpering for him to move.

“Ah, someone is getting impatient.” Steve mocked but began moving out of your hot channel. He was slow and deliberate, his girth dragged through your walls and your pussy fluttered.

He hissed. “Don’t do that darling if you want to walk the next day.” He pulled out all the way, only the tip remained inside. Pushing your head further into the pillow as he slammed inside your cunt in one stroke, taking your breath away.

“Look at your pussy, pulling me in and clenching around me,” He grunted as his hold on your hips tightened. He looked where you two were connected and sighed in awe. “I didn’t know you were such a slut, you look so innocent. But look at you now, dripping around a man’s dick you barely know,” He pulled out again and thrusted back in with the same power. The slow yet rough pace he set made you cry out in pleasure as your climax started to stir in your lower belly again. “But I like how cockdrunk you are that you just don’t give a shit anymore.” He groaned and pulled out.

He changed his angle slightly and when he thrusted back again, he hit your g-spot and you screamed, flames of pleasure intensifying. He tugged you by the hair, pressing you against his toned chest. “Tell me that you are my slut.” He growled in my ear.

“I’m your slut, Captain!” you said breathlessly as his deep thrusts made you gasp.

His hand came to your clit and his thumb started drawing circles, making you tremble in his grip. “Yes, you are my slut. My fuck toy, who would let me do whatever I want and whenever I want with her because I own you now. Repeat what I have said.” He thrusted harder and if it wasn't for his strong grip, you would have fallen down.

“I'm your fuck toy. You can do whatever you want and whenever you want with me because you own me now.” You cried.

“Such a good obedient girl- Ahh, taking my cock so well. Now, you are going to ask me to make you cum.” He groaned his thumb sped up. Leaning down, he sucked on your pulse point, surely leaving a hickey, marking you as his.

“Please Captain, let me cum! Let me cum around your big cock.” You squealed out. Tilting your face upwards he kissed, hard and rough, you moaned against his lips as you tasted yourself on him.

“Good girl, now cum for me.” He demanded as fingers and thumb pinched your clit, his cock hitting your sweet spot in quick succession.

You shrieked ‘captain’ as you came around his girth, squirting on his dick. “Good, what a good little slut for your captain.” He moaned in satisfaction as he nibbled at your earlobe, fucking you through your release.

He let go of you when your shaking died down. Your face fell on the pillow as you tried to catch your breath. Your fucked out mind didn’t register that he didn’t come till you were being flipped on your back. Coming face-to-face with his annoyingly handsome face.

“You didn’t think it was over, did you?” He rasped with a smirk as he plunged into your cunt once again, but this time with more fervour.

You instantly mewled but the overstimulation and coming two times had worn you out, you weren’t used to this. You attempted to scoot away from Steve. “I-I can’t, too much.”

He pulled you back down on his cock, wrapping your legs around his waist. He restrained your hands over his head with one hand, leaving you unable to escape the pleasure he was giving you. “You can and you will. Get used to it, sweetheart. I’m being gentle right now,” He growled as he moved on top of you.

The pace was rough and fast, the bed rattling with each thrust, your boobs jiggled from the speed. He placed his hand on your lower stomach. “Do you feel me here?” He asked, the belly bulge sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes, I do, Captain.” You managed to choke out as he pounded in your pussy mercilessly.

“Then enjoy it, honey. Enjoy, writhing and moaning underneath me. My cock stretching your tight cunt, because that’s where you belong. Taking my cock like a good little fuck doll.” He husked as the force of his thrust increased with each passing second. The pain and pleasure mixing made tears fall from your eyes, the knot tightening yet again.

Steve leaned over you, kissing your tears, trailing down to your neck and then your boobs, groping and licking the plump area before taking your pebbled nipples into his hot mouth.

“Oh my god!” Your back arched, pleasure zapping through your body like thunder as his hot tongue sucked on your nipples and his hand massaged your other breast. All the while his thick cock rammed into you, his pubic areas brushing your clit.

Your hands jolted to touch him but he had your hands pinned above. You shut your eyes and enjoyed the unyielding pleasure he was bestowing upon you as pressure built up for the third time in your stomach. Your moans and his grunts bounced off the wall, so did the clapping sound of skin slapping against the skin.

Suddenly, his grasp loosened before coolness touched your ring finger. You looked up as he slid a beautiful sapphire ring into your finger, sealing your fate with his forever. You managed out a surprised gasp. He brought your hand down and pinned it to your side, giving you a proper view of the ring as it sparkled under the stark glowing moon.

“Imagine me, sweetheart,” Your breath caught in your throat as his speed grew frantic, his cock hitting the deepest part of your cunt as he chased his own release. “Imagine me when you have to romance on screen with some pitiful A-list actor.” He whispered in your ear, intertwining your hands with his as he kissed your lips. It was softer than the previous ones but no less demanding.

“Imagine me when you have to pretend to fuck someone on set. Because I know,” He whispered against your lips before lowering his hand to your clit and he drew fast circles on the bundle of nerves to help you fall apart.

Steve cursed under his breath and thrusted faster when your walls clenched his dick. “Because I know that I have ruined you for any other man. Ruined this pussy for anyone except me. So, imagine me when you kiss a man and realize that he’ll never make you feel this good.” You nodded along his words as tears streamed down your cheeks, smearing your eyeliner and mascara but he paid no heed to it. Rather, enjoying your fucked out state.

The fullness of his dick inside your pussy and the overwhelming stimulation finally tipped you over the edge as you came the hardest and it hit you like a tsunami.

After some more brutal thrust, he came inside of you with a loud groan. His hot cum spilling inside your abused cunt as it milked him dry. He pumped into you a few more times, giving you every last drop of his seed and staying inside your warm channels till his cock softened.

He put his forehead against yours as he finally pulled out and you almost whined at the loss of dick but restrained yourself as his cum leaked out of your hole.

Only heavy breaths echoed in the spacious room as both of you caught your breath. You were beyond regaining your previous strength as you couldn’t even move a muscle. However, Steve recovered shortly afterwards as he kissed your forehead and whispered smugly. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it? I think you even enjoyed it.”

You didn’t answer because he was right, you enjoyed every bit of it even if you didn’t want to. Before you could drown yourself in self-pity. Steve picked you up and took you to his bathroom to soak you in a nice, warm bath…

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gingiesworld · 10 months

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Last Request

Nun Wanda Maximoff x Deathrow GN! Reader

Warnings: Smut. Just smut. We're all going to hell but who cares!!!

Taglist: @cthulhus-curse this ones for you Remi

Everyone who had heard of Y/N Y/L/N feared them, they were one of America's most notorious serial killers. No remorse for the lives they had taken. Even as they stand on Deathrow. Given one last request before they are injected.

"I want to spend my last day with Sister Maximoff." They told the Governor who just laughed.

"Oh, you're not joking." Governor Stark stated as Y/N remained serious. "So you want to pray for the last day." He teased as Y/N smirked.

"Something like that." They smiled at him. Governor Stark just nodded before walking away.

The next day came around, aa did Sister Maximoff and Governor Stark.

"Is this correct?" She questioned him as she held her cross before her. "No inmate has ever requested a Sister on their last day."

"They asked specifically for you Sister Maximoff." He told her. "I have cleared the floor of guards so they can have their privacy to pray." He unlocked the door and Sister Maximoff walked inside. Y/N was sat on their bed, leaning against the wall. "If they get out of line, you know where the emergency button is." With that he left, locking the door behind him.

"So shall we start praying." She asked them as they smirked. Watching as Sister Maximoff got on her knees.

"You know, I am not really the praying kind." They sneered as they palmed themselves. "But if it helps me to get you to wrap those pretty lips around my cock, I would."

"Is that all you wanted me here for?" She questioned as she looked up at them.

"Well, you are stunning and I would like to spend my last day making you scream my name." They husked out as Sister Maximoff shook her head no. "Isn't it your job to help those in need?"

"Yes but not like this." She rose to her feet. "I took an oath."

"To help those who asked for it." They reminded her. "I am asking for your help Sister Maximoff." They started to pull their pants down. "You can't be denying a dying person their last wish."

"You're a murderer." She whispered as they approached her. Her eyes never leaving their semi hard cock.

"A dying person all the same." They gripped her hand, moving it towards their cock. Sister Maximoff closed her eyes as she felt them twitch and harden under her touch.

"I shouldn't." She whispered as her breathing increased rapidly.

"But you want to." They sneered as her hand instinctively wrapped around their member. She only answered by moving to her knees and moving her head forward. Her lips touching their tip, pressing a light kiss. Y/N removed her head dress and gripped her hair which was wrapped in a tight bun. Pushing their cock through her awaiting lips.

"Fuck Sister." They groaned as she used her tongue to run over their sensitive tip as they pulled out to thrust their hips again. The saliva in Sister Maximoff's mouth built up the more they fucked her mouth. Using her to their needs.

"I'm getting so close." They grunted as they continued, thrusting their hips faster as Wanda tasted everything. Moans of sin leaving her lips, she loved every moment of it as her tight virgin hole grew wetter by the moment. "You're going to swallow every last drop." They groaned as they continued their movements, increasing their speed as they chased their high. When they came Sister Maximoff swallowed every last drop before they pulled away, loosening their grip on her hair. Wanda stood up and tried to relieve the pressure between her thighs as Y/N smirked at her. "Are you all sticky down there?" They pointed to her already soaked core.

"Yes." She whispered shamefully.

"Do you want my help?" They asked her as she shyly nodded.

"I need you to take this off." They played with the hem of her gown before Wanda hesitantly took it off. Leaving her in her undergarments. "You are soaked." They groaned as they ran their fingers through her folds. She closed her eyes as they applied pressure to her clit. "I am going to give you the best first time." They lay her down on the bed, inserting two fingers making her moan. "Fuck Sister Maximoff. Who knew you were such a slut." They massaged their member to hardness with their free hand as they added a third finger.

"Oh God." She moaned as they curled their fingers.

"No God." They whispered as they pulled their fingers out of her. "Just me." They groaned as they bottomed out inside of her, making her whimper as her hyman broke. "I'm going to move now." They told her as she nodded.

They thrusted their hips like there was no tomorrow. Well in their case, there was no tomorrow. Sister Maximoff gripped their shoulders as they changed angles, hitting her g-spot making her let out a gutteral moan.

"I'm going to pee." She said as she tried to push them away.

"No you're not." They groaned as they twitched inside her. "Just let it go." They whispered as they went faster, helping her through her orgasm as they unloaded their seed within her.

"Wow." She whispered as they smirked at her, cupping her breasts.

"Wow indeed." They looked at the clock on the wall. "And we still have 21 hours left." They smirked before taking a nipple in their mouth. Devouring Sister Maximoff like she was their last meal.

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yelenasdiary · 1 year

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21 Questions || Welcome Back.

Pairing: FBI! Wanda Maximoff x Mafia Boss! Reader

Summary: Agent Maximoff has always been great at her job and reading people. After solving a rather difficult case with co-worker, Agent Romanoff, Wanda took a vacation to Greece, where she met Y/n, who was also taking a vacation from work. A little fun never hurt anybody, right?

Top! Wanda, Bottom! Reader, Mommy Kink, Reader has a penis, bondage, Slight Degrading, Breeding (obvs), Orgasm denial, Mention of toys, masturbation, unprotected sex, mentions of drinking.

Notes: Flashbacks and/or memories are italic & have “~” before and after.

21 Questions Masterlist

Wednesday morning crept up on Wanda as if it were Monday. Her alarm rang loudly at 6:30am, waking her from her restless night's sleep. Wanda just returned from a two-week vacation, spending it in Greece to free her troubling mind from the effects of her last case. A serial killer who targeted families with children took weeks for her and the unit she was in to find the criminal. Weeks of looking over crime scene photos, listening to play backs of interviews, re-reading statements and of course, interviewing suspects.

Greece was exactly what Wanda needed to remove the brutal images form her mind. A book and a cocktail or two by the beach freed her wondering mind. It wasn't unusual for anybody in Wanda's line of work to take some much-needed time to get away and forget what they did for a living, although Wanda loves her job, it still has its lows. Since Wanda came home, her mind was now stuck on a different issue. An issue she wouldn't exactly say she's assumed to still be thinking about.

Her last night came unexpectedly. Treating herself to the last few cocktails she'll have before returning to work as normal, she meets you. Across from the bar, swirling your whisky around in its glass while puffing on a cigar you sat, sending her a friendly smile when the woman looked your way. It wasn't long until you walked up to her and brought her a drink and just like most bar pickups, Wanda took you back to her hotel room.

Wanda hasn't been able to get the images of you out of her head since! Images of how she tied your wrists to the bed head with the rope of her robe and claimed you as hers, just for the night.

~ "Mhm, not tonight honey" Wanda smiled against your lips when the back of her legs hit the end of the bed. "No?" you question before kissing her once more, your hands roaming her body before she so effortlessly spung you both around and pushed you onto the bed.

"I bet you've had all the control with all those other women you've slept with, haven't you?" she asked, running her tongue over her bottom lip. You looked at the woman, resting your body weight on your elbows, "its expected" you replied.

"Oh baby" Wanda bit her bottom lip as she crawled on top of you capturing your kiss in another kiss, making sure to brush herself up against your hardened cock. Her lips moved to your neck and up to your right her as she whispered softly, "tonight you're mine"

Her warm breath against your skin sent a shock straight to your aching cock as it begged to be freed. Wanda wasted no time reaching for her robe and removing the silk rope from it and placing your wrists at either side of the bed. "You look so pretty like this" she smiled softly as she sat back against you.

"Before we start baby, I need you to come up with a safe word, can you do that?" she asked.

You could feel your cock twitch in your boxers as Wanda slowly undressed herself, her words making you nod as a response. "That's not an answer baby. I need words." She looked at you, throwing her shirt to the floor. "Yes, I can" you replied.

"Yes Mommy" she snapped. Not once had you been with a woman who wanted to take control of things and Wanda could see that. The way you had to swallow the lump in your throat and keep your eyes on her, "yes, mommy" you answered her with a light smirk. ~

Sure, Wanda had one-night stands in the past but none of them stuck with her like this night. She could still sense you, her pussy ached for you to be exactly where she wanted you to be. Her vibrators and dildos did next to nothing for her since she'd come home. Her toys that once helped her orgasm now left her hot and frustrated, even when she had her red dildo deep in her pussy and a vibrator to her clit the thoughts of you weren't near enough to bring her to the edge. She needed you.

~ "Mommy, please, I'm going to cum!" you threw your head back as Wanda bounced up and down on your cock. "I told you to hold it!" she replied as she sped up her actions. Your wrists still tied to the bed head as you were forced to watch her.

"P-please, baby, I can't!" you moaned.

"I said to hold it! Do you not know how to listen?" Wanda gripped your chin forcing you to look at her, "you're just a toy for me to use tonight. Mine. I told you that! This is all about mommy's pleasure baby, you'll cum when I say you can" she spoke as she looked into your eyes. Your cock slid in and out of her with ease as she now began to ride you. "Do you understand?" she asked, you nodded.

"Yes mommy, I'm s-sorry. You just feel so fucking good!"

"I know baby, it's been a long time since somebody showed you how to fuck a woman. Just lay there and look pretty and let mommy show you exactly how to please her"

You couldn't help but throw your head back once more as Wanda picked up her speed, her hands rested on your shoulders for extra support as she moaned with her own head thrown back. "Go on baby, buck your hips and fuck mommy". You did exactly as told, bucking your hips with your feet flat on the mattress and began fucking into her, matching the speed she was grinding against you with.

"God! That's it baby, keep fucking me just like that!" Her nails dug into your shoulders as she began to reach the moment of bliss she didn't know she craved so much. "Fu-fuck you're so fucking big baby!" she added as she looked down at you. She could see just how much you were doing your best to hold in your orgasm, she smiled and kissed you deeply.

"M-mommy! Fuck!!" You moaned against her lips as you felt her pussy clenching around your length tightly, she was close. "I know baby, you're going so well! Just a little more" Wanda replied, kissing you once again. With little energy you had left, you fucked into her harder. Wanda threw her head back and moaned once more.

"Cum baby, do it!" she almost screamed as she finally reached her orgasm. Cumming all over your cock was all you needed to let yourself go.~

Wanda groaned as she rolled herself out of bed, turning her alarm off with a huff before making her way to the bathroom. Part of her wished she wasn't drunk so that she could remember every single detail of that night. Every now and then she found herself gently running her fingers over her hips, still being able to feel the grip you had on her.

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"Welcome back!" Natasha smiled kindly as Wanda walked into the bit of her unit's office, "How was Greece?" Carol asked.

"Oh you know, the normal" Wanda smiled at her co-workers as she placed her handbag under her desk, "what did I miss?" she asked, pulling out the seat at her desk. Natasha watched her partner for a moment, squinting her eyes at the Sokovian trying to read the almost bothered vibe Wanda had.

"You've had sex" Natasha smirked causing Wanda's cheeks to turn red.

"Nat, I was in Greece for two weeks. I wasn't reading books and drinking cocktails the entire time" Wanda playfully shook her head before reaching for the stack of paperwork that had piled up since her break. "But that's what you planned to do" Natasha chuckled, "come on, tell us more! Who were they?" she added.

"What happens in Greece, stays in Greece" Wanda replied with a cocked brow.

"Agent Maximoff, welcome back" Deputy Director Steve Rogers smiled before handing her a file.

"Thank you, Sir"

"Catch yourself up on this case, Agent Romanoff can fill you in on the small details. I want you both on this case, it's a tough one but nothing like the last" he explains while Wanda takes the files from him, placing them on top of the pipe already in front of her.

"Thank you, I'll get right to it" Wanda smiled softly at her boss before he walked away, sending warm smiles to everybody else in the pit. "Give me the run down before I open this" Wanda looked over to Natasha.

"Are you familiar with the Sergei Kozlov and Benjamin Arthur case?" Natasha asked.

"Vaguely, I think at the time I was going an undercover case. Benjamin is a senator, right? They thought he had something to do with Sergei's disappearance" Wanda replied, racking her brain for memories of the popular case at the time.

"Yeah, but they couldn't find any evidence to hold him. Plus being a senator didn't help the case either" Natasha twirled her blue pen between her fingers.

"Has there been a new lead?" Wanda asked.

"Sergei's remains were found late last night"

Wanda looked up at Natasha and raised her brows, "after 13 years, they found him?" she asked. Natasha nodded, "and it's messy" she informs her partner. Wanda looked back down to the case report before opening the folder, "Is this going to be a high-profile case?" she asked.

"So far, it's under wraps. Media haven't been informed as of yet, but it won't take long before they do. Forensics are still recovering the remains so I thought we could go to the crime scene first then go inform Sergei's daughter" Natasha replied as she watched Wanda's eyes scan the first document in the case file. "I'll read this in the car, let's go" Wanda closed the file, standing from her chair and grabbing her coat.

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"Sergei's daughter was only 14 when he went missing. Why is their name not in the file?" Wanda asked as Natasha focused on the road in front of her.

"Protection from the media at the time. The case was only shared with certain people to prevent information to leak. Their name is Y/n Kozlova. After Sergei went missing, their grandparents took them into their care. About two years after Sergei's disappearance, everything that was in his name was transferred to Y/n. The grandparents kept the family business running until Y/n turned 18" Natasha explained.

Wanda paused in her reading when Natasha mentioned Sergei's daughter's name.

~ "So what can I call you?" you asked with a soft smile before taking a sip of your drink. "You can call me Wanda, what about you?" Wanda replied watching you run your tongue over your lips.

"Y/n" you replied, placing your drink on the bar, "Tell me, Wanda. What brings you to Greece?"

"A break from work, a get away from a little reality" Wanda struggled to take her eyes off of you. "What is that you do?" you asked, gently placing a hand on the top of her thigh, your numb stroke her skin softly. "I'm a high school teacher" Wanda lied as she kindly removed your hand from her thigh, "it seems like you could do with some teaching of sorts" she added with a light smirk.~

A bump in the road made Wanda snap back to the file in front of her, continuing to read the text that was almost never ending. "How were the remains found?" Wanda asked.

"A hiking couple found half of a human skull on their hike. Forensics found the rest of the remines in a mountain lions' den. His wedding ring was found close to the skeleton, his name was engraved in the inside. They also found a set of keys that they're running for fingerprints" Natasha explained.

The rest of the car ride to the crime scene was almost silent as Wanda read through the rest of the details, even taking notes of her own for later before she tried to mentally prepare herself for the crime scene she would soon see. But her mind still traveled back to the time she spent with the stranger in Greece.

~ "Agh! You're so deep baby, keep going! Just like that!" Wanda moaned; her legs wrapped around your waist to keep you where she wanted you. Thrusting into her as she lay on her back with her head thrown back. "Baby, please! I can't hold it!" you moaned in reply. You were exhausted but even though you begged her to call it a night, you couldn't stop yourself from becoming hard once more.

"Oh darling, you're doing so well for mommy, just a little longer and I promise you can cum" she looked at you, her hands gripping at your forearms. "You're going to make me cum, baby!" she added while still looking into your eyes. She could see how tired and worn out you were, but she was beyond impressed with your need to keep her satisfied, giving her orgasm after orgasm, it amazed you just how long she had the power to continue. Meanwhile you knew there was no way you were leaving her hotel room afterwards.

"Y-you gotta stop clenching me like this mommy, fuck!" you moaned once more. Sweat dripped from your forehead as you continued to fuck Wanda the way she made you. "Gonna cum, please mommy!" you added.

"You're being pathetic, just hold it for mommy, baby. Be a good fuck toy for me" her nails dug into your skin making you throw your head back, doing your best from cumming before her. "Good job baby, I know you're tired, I'm so close, I promise!" Wanda added when she felt you slightly quicken your pace, thrusting into her harder. She moaned once more before letting herself go, cumming once again all over you. "Go on darling, cum" she instructed.

You collapsed on top of her, your cock twitched as it covered her walls with your cum for the third time tonight. Wanda wrapped her arms around you, released the grip her legs had around your waist. "I've got you, baby" Wanda whispered while you tried to catch your breath. ~

Natasha pulled up to the crime scene, turning the car off before looking over to Wanda who seemed to be in a world of her own. "Hey, are you okay?" She wanted her partner.

"Uh? Oh, sorry, I'm just a little tired, I think I zoned out for a moment there" Wanda snapped out of her thoughts before unbuckling her seat belt.

"Still got a little jet lag?" Natasha opened her door. "Yeah, must be" Wanda smiled softly, trying to shake the sexual images of you flashing through her mind.

The two Agents walked up the hiking path to the crime scene where the remains were found. Wanda scouted the aera for any more evidence, giving the location she found it hard to believe that somebody could've dragged a 106 KG man by themselves. She noted that whoever did commit the murder would've needed help.

Natasha took statements from the hiking couple before both her and Wanda were happy with their findings at the scene and requested that the remains could be transferred to the forensics lab for more testing. The bones showed that Sergei was shot more than once in different locations and forensics would find out more details on what type of gun was used. Cause of death wasn't certain but those on the scene all agreed that a fatal stab wound to the victim's chest seems likely.

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Natasha and Wanda arrived at the jewelry store that Sergei owned and ran as a family business. The store had tight security, a tall and strongly built man stood out the front while another stood on the inside. Any customers would be metal detected before entering he store.

"Welcome" a woman smiled, "is there anything I can help you ladies with today?" she added.

"Hi, I'm agent Romanoff and this is my partner agent Maximoff. We were wondering if Y/n Kozlova was round" Natasha replied as the two show the woman their badges.

"Oh, uhm. Yes, please follow me. She's in her office" the worker took Wanda and Nat to an elevator, "Miss Kozlova is on the 5th floor. You'll be greeted with security." She informed the Agents as the doors opened.

"Thank you" Wanda smiled softly before entering the elevator.

A woman with long dark hair greeted Wanda and Natasha as the doors opened on the 5th floor. "Hi, are you the FBI Agents looking for Miss Kozlova?" the woman asked.

"Yes, could you please point us in their direction?" Wanda replied.

"I'm Kate, Kate Bishop. Follow me" the woman smiled, dressed in a black suit as she led the Agents to your office. A knock at your door broke your concentration from the diamond samples you were sent from Africa.

"Come in" you looked up from your desk.

"Sorry to bother you but two FBI Agents are here to see you, shall I send them in?" Kate asked. You nodded lightly as you watched two women in suits walk into your office. Wanda's heart dropped when she laid eyes on you, your name played in her mind all day along with the images of the time you spent together but she didn't think that the daughter in the reports would be the same person she slept with in Greece.

You were just as shocked as you looked between the women in front of you.

"Miss Kozlova, I'm FBI Special Agent Natasha Romanoff and this is my partner, Special Agent Wanda Maximoff." Natasha introduced herself and Wanda.

"Hi" you smiled softly at the women as you stood up from your seat, "What can I do for you both?" you asked in a slightly confused tone.

"Please, take a seat. We have some news" Natasha replied. You did as the agent said, return to your seat.

"Miss Koz-"

"Please, call me Y/n" you politely interrupted Wanda.

"Y/n, the remains of your father, Sergei, they were found last night" Wanda explained. You slumped back into your chair, speechless that after 13 years of not knowing anything, your father was found…dead.

"We understand this is a lot to take in the moment, but we were hoping you'd be up to answering a few questions, if that's okay" Natasha spoke, you nodded slowly.

"If you don't mind, I'd rather not do this here. I'll have Kate take you to the meeting room we have" you buzzed Kate back to the office before you started to place the diamonds away, safely. "Kate, can you please take these two Agents to meeting room 2? I'll be with you in just a moment. Please, if you want a coffee or tea, let Kate know" you looked at the women before you once more.

You weren't sure if you were more shocked at the news of your father or if one of the Agents was the woman who'd been on your mind the moment you left her hotel room the following afternoon.

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Fucked up day || Wandnat

Paring Wanda x Natasha x Reader

Summary || Wanda and Natasha got a little carried away this Friday the 13th, but they did it in the name of love hmm?

Warnings || smut ,, AFAB!reader (They/them pronouns) ,, dom!wanda ,, dom!GP!Natasha ,, sub!reader ,, cunnalingus ,, d!v sex ,, light bondage ,, murder mentions ,, dark!plot ideas ,, slight mommy!kink ,, (a little degrading, if you squint) ,, manipulation concepts

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Friday the 13th Was all a joke to you, a stupid day that everybody wanted to act absurd, especially this Friday the 13th as it was in October approaching Halloween, you on the other hand had decided to have a quiet evening, until the news came on.

Reporting that multiple suspicious murders have taken place in your nearby city, no idea who the suspected killer is and it seems that they were still loose.

Clearly that's a little unsettling as a serial killer on the loose nearby isn't the most comforting feeling, yet it must be a whole Nother Friday the 13th prank that has gone way too far.

Now around 8:30 at night long after the sun had set, the cold brisk of the fall evening had settled, in the kitchen y/n was preparing a late dinner, simple really cutting up a few vegetables for the dish just than their phone with off.

'Unknown caller ID' the name read thinking nothing of it y/n let it go to voice mail, yet moments after the number called again.

Curiosity, overpowered ignorance, with that y/n picked up their cell.

"Do you like scary movies?" A strange male sounding voice asked over the line, leaving y/n with a shiver.

"Umm not really, I don't watch them a lot" y/n replied not thinking to much about it as none of this seemed familiar.

"What a shame, I wanted to know what's your favorite scary movie?" The raspy voice asked and that's when it hit her, the movies with the stabbing, that's what the line was from.

"Haha very funny, trying to prank me with a line from a movie" y/n said clearly not impressed before hanging up, a huge horror movie mistake.

Then again it was just a joke, going on continuing, making their meal, the sound of the front door opening, caught them off guard.

"Hello? Can I help you?" Y/n voice shouted threw the house.

"Yes sure you can y/n." The same raspy voice from over the phone now was heard throughout their house.

"This isn't funny what is this a sick joke to you?!" Y/n shouted now finally a bit uneasy with the whole situation, especially because I had no idea who would come into their house.

Y/n felt something or should they say someone quickly grab them pulling them backwards, kicking and screaming to get loose yet someone in a ghost face mask also now stood in front of them.

"every good screen movie always has two killers" the ghost face in front said.

Y/n was manhandled into a chair tied down in merely seconds.

"See y/n all these killing tonight were for you, we did it for you." The ghostface behind y/n explained

"What do you mean you did this for me? You killed innocent people?!" Y/n shouted out now confused and disgusted.

A phone was pulled from the front ghostfaces pocket, showing y/n each person who was killed, each one in someway had a relationship to y/n and they knew it.

"Y-you kill my friends? W-why?" Managing to stutter out words, almost frozen in a form of shock.

"They weren't your friends, especially not him!" the first ghost face was clearly becoming impatient as they should the photo of y/n's boyfriends slashed body, causing y/n to gasp, a few tears falling down their face.

"You're sick!"

"We aren't sick, we are protecting you, he would've just hurt you honey, we will protect you" at that point the slasher in front took off their mask, revealing themself

"Natasha?" Y/n gasped seeing the fiery redhead under the mask

"W-who's that-" now asking referring to the other masked murderer confused if one of them was Natasha, then who could the other one be?

Removing the mask, a shimmering Burnett was revealed

"Wanda? Why? Why me? Are you both going to kill me now?" They asked the two once masked murders who giggled in response to said question.

"Of course not silly, we did it all to save you, we wouldn't want to hurt you dear" Wanda spoke softly her knife touching y/n face gently.

"S-so what exactly do you want with me" clearly y/n was still confused on why their friends caused all these killings when the only reasoning they gave y/n was they killed them was to 'save you'

Natasha took her turn moving closer so that she could grab y/n's jaw forcing them to look up at her.

"Y/n, Wanda and I want all of you детка. You are ours" Natasha spoke soft words in a harsh tone

"SO YOU KILLED A BUNCH OF PEOPLE, ARE YOU GUYS DUMB WHAT IF YOU GET CAUGHT?" Y/n shouted finding the whole situation absolutely absurd.

"Are you going to turn us in?" Natasha's face held the same signature smirk, each word was taunting to the person tied in the chair.

"No they wouldn't turn us in, they don't wanna lose us" Wanda joined in on the teasing, giving y/n a quick kiss

Y/n couldn't help but enjoy the kiss, as much as they didn't want to due to the circumstances, y/n did have a tiny crush on the two women.

"That's pathetic y/n, you didn't even pull away" Wanda laughed clearly y/n wanted them even after they killed, and tied them up, and both older women knew that would be the outcome, that's why they did it.

"Guys I- umm" y/n being flustered made Natasha laugh, now taking a kiss herself from the tied up y/n.

"It's okay to want us детка" Wanda spoke softly brushing some of y/n's loose hair out of their face.

"But I shouldn't-" quickly y/n's words were hushed by the two other women who wanted to ruin the innocent one who was tied to a chair.

Natasha was getting fed up with y/n going back and forth and finally took things into her own hands. Swiftly moving to kiss now down y/n's neck, making them gasp at the feeling.

"T-Tasha" y/n's words were breathy as the redhead kept kissing on them

"Darling it seems you're a little trapped, would you like us to stop?" Wanda asked softly yet she was serious, for being a bit crazy, she was still caring and didn't want to do anything to harm y/n. Natasha also pulled away for a moment looking up at y/n for their consent yet when y/n whined for them to keep going the knew it was free game.

Natasha moved back into sucking non y/n's neck while Wanda dropped to her knees between y/n's legs.

"Can mommy taste you honey?" The name caught y/n off guard yet they still nodded giving Wanda the go, now as the witch moved y/n's pants to the floor, along with their panties she almost went feral just at the site.

"Fuck" the one tied to the chair huffed out biting their lip as Wanda got to work, having fun working y/n up

"Look at you, all tied up for us" Natasha teased as Wanda was a bit busy.

Natasha moved to grope y/n's body even more, slowly bringing them over the edge.

"Let go for us моя ангел" the redhead coaxed them over the edge, forcing y/n into their first orgasm.

Wanda lifted her head to forcefully kiss y/n, making them taste themself on her cherry colored lips. As Wanda held the kids her hands moved behind the chair, untying y/n's arms, so that the Burnett could reposition the once tied up y/n, now pushing them onto all fours, Natasha stood behind, while Wanda moved to stand in front.

"Can we use you pretty one?" Wanda bent down asking softly, yet her words were far from innocent, yet with y/n's brain already being fuzzy they were quick to nod along.

Natasha undid her jeans, pulling out her dick, finding a way to line up with y/n's cunt, slowly sliding into them making y/n moan out loudly, which Wanda countered by forcing y/n's mouth onto her cunt, giving the Burnett pleasure each time y/n moaned, Tasha on the other hand was railing y/n from behind as her dick was covered now in y/n's slick juices, making it easier for her to move in and out, which was causing y/n to scream moving closer to their second climax's.

"F-fuck I-I'm close" y/n groaned out, making Natasha thrust harder, as she herself was rather close.

"Make mommy cum and you can cum y/n" Wanda ordered making y/n work even harder at eating out Wanda, focusing on her clit more than before until the women's legs were shaking as she let go her orgasm left, prominent on y/n's face.

"Go on дорогой let go" Wanda whispered as Natasha also let her seed fill y/n, which was the finally push, making y/n shake as she orgasmed loudly.

"You did so good baby" Natasha whispered pulling out slowly, still using her arms to help support y/n, as it was clear they couldn't stand on their own.

"So so good for us, but детка, we have got to get out of here" Wanda explained now lifting y/n, supporting their weight, as Natasha grabbed keys, they were ready to skip town due to the early nights activities but as well as taking y/n far far away from this fucked up town, on the fucked up day....

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Wanda's secret

Summary: You were a police officer and Wanda was a serial killer. She thought you didn't know, but a good investigator knows everything.

Word count: 2200ish

Warnings: violence,dark themes, murder,smut | Minors DNI

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After a long day at work,all you wanted was to go home and rest. Sure,being an inspector had its perks: you were highly respected,had more freedom around the Police Department, and preferred access to the coffee maker in the rest zone,but you also had more responsibilities: you had to watch over the new recruits, fill out paperwork, and so on.

So when you finally arrived home, all you wanted to do was eat and rest with your girlfriend, Wanda.

Your face lit up at the thought: Wanda had made chicken paprikash yesterday, and there were still leftovers.

You quickly arrived home and fumbled with the keys, trying to open the door.

"Wanda, honey, I'm home," you said once you entered your house,tossing the keys carelessly in the furniture hall.

You didn't get an answer.

"Wanda, are you here?" You said opening the kitchen door.

The strong corpse smell stenched in your nostrils.

"Oh, Y/N, you're early; what a nice surprise," said Wanda, smiling,blood smearing her face.

On the countertop rested the body of a blonde woman, a little older than Wanda, with several wounds on her body.

"Wanda,what the hell?" You said, moving your hand closer to the holster where your gun was.

"Oh,detka don't worry; it was just that annoying neighbor. What was her name? Margaret? No, that wasn't her name. Maria? No. Martha! That's what her name was. Poor thing," she said. "She didn't see that coming."

Wanda wiped her hands on the kitchen towel.

"It took you a while to figure it out, didn't it?" Wanda laughed darkly.

"You think I didn't know, honey?" You said it with a smile even darker than hers. "I'm the best detective this police department has. You think I wouldn't figure out that my partner is the serial killer who's been killing people who live in my neighborhood for a month?

"What?"

"Honestly, it's cute. My dear girlfriend thought I wouldn't know what she does at night," you said, approaching her. "You're very messy, Wanda. You leave traces that, with a little thinking, could lead me to you."

Wanda's eyes widened.

"Since when did you know?"

"Three weeks or so. I have to admit that at first I didn't think it was you,but your weak alibis,your behavior,coming home so late... led me to think you were the culprit. Now why don't you tell me why you did it, honey? Be a good girl and tell me. I want to hear it from your mouth."

"Uhh," Wanda stammered.

"Hurry up, honey. I don't have all day. I have to clean up the mess you made with Martha. To be honest, I didn't think you would bring a body into our kitchen." you said, pointing to the woman's corpse,which was dripping blood from one of the wounds. "Answer me,dear,why did you kill them?"

"They were too close to you. I couldn't allow it."

"Oh,that's nice. Too jealous? I only have eyes for you, my love." you said grabbing her blood-stained face and kissing her deeply.

Wanda moaned into your mouth and clung her body to yours, her tongue fighting with yours.

You quickly gained dominance and pushed Wanda against the table, starting to kiss her neck, leaving marks.

Wanda tried to grind against you,but she was quickly stopped by your now bloody hands.

"Let's get you cleaned up, honey. You are full of blood," you said, wiping some of the blood from her face with your thumb.

Wanda leaned into your touch,murmuring a soft "okay".

You picked her up bridal style and carried her into the bathroom. You opened the door,pushing it open with your foot, and set Wanda on the floor.

"While I prepare the bathroom, take off your clothes; they are full of blood; I will have to clean them thoroughly to remove all traces of it," you said as you turned on the tap to adjust the temperature.

Wanda nodded and began to undress, leaving her clothes in the corner of the bathroom.

"Do you like what you see?" said Wanda teasingly as she saw your gaze shift to her naked body.

You hummed in appreciation.

"You look better when you're under me,sweetheart."

Wanda blushed slightly,causing a smirk to break out on your face.

"You don't mind killing people,but you blush if I flirt with you? Cute."

"Don't be mean," whined Wanda,crossing her arms.

"It's so easy to tease you," you laughed, bopping her nose.

"Hey!" complained Wanda.

You laughed again and ran your hand under the faucet to test the temperature.

"The bath is ready," you said, getting up. "Go get in the shower; I have to get undressed."

Wanda nodded and stepped into the water,biting her lip as she watched you undress,until she frowned as she saw a bruise on your back.

"Detka,what happened to you there?" said Wanda,looking at the bruise on your back.

"That jerk of Hayward We had joint training with S.W.O.R.D. today." You should be proud to train alongside this great organization. "Asshole," you said, clenching your fists. "They threw me into the ring, and I had to fight one of their pawns. I was beating him, but Hayward decided it couldn't be that way, so he grabbed my foot to make me fall, and I hit one of the corners of the ring."

"And what happened next?" asked Wanda.

"What was going to happen, my love? He's the director of S.W.O.R.D.; if I file a complaint or talk to him, he'll have my head or have me sent to the worst possible department.

"I'm going to kill him."

"No, you won't, Wanda," you said, stepping into the tub and placing yourself behind her, so you could run your hand over her hip. "Things are tense in the department. If you do anything with that asshole, they'll start investigating and end up finding you out,and I can't let that happen."

Wanda grumbled and leaned back against your chest,enjoying the warmth of your body.

You grabbed the bottle of gel with your hands and began to spread it over her body,removing the traces of blood from her arms and hands.

"Use your powers to take the shower head, my love."

"Come again?"

"Your powers, Wanda. I know you have them. You used them to get creative in the killings."

"How do you know?"

"I'm a very good investigator; I've told you that. I'm a little disappointed that you kept that from me too, love; we'll have to talk about this later. Maybe I should discipline you."

Wanda moaned softly, but she did as you asked,and with her powers, she brought the shower head closer.

"Turn on the faucet so I can wash your head."

Wanda nodded,and with a flick of her wrist,water began to gush,wetting her hair as you rubbed it,causing it to grow lather.

When you finished soaping her, Wanda turned the shower head back on to wash her hair while you cleaned your body.

Wanda sighed contentedly and leaned back against your chest.

A smirk crossed your face.

Your fingers began to trace the skin of her thighs,down to her knee, and up inside her thighs.

"Detka, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice faltering.

"Me? I don't do anything, honey," you replied, kissing her neck and leaving marks. "I'm just helping you clean yourself."

Wanda whined and bucked her hips.

"Be still," you said, grabbing her hip with one hand while the other went up and down her leg. "I remind you that after all the secrets you've kept from me, I'm going to have to discipline you. I don't think you want the punishment to be any worse,do you?" You added,sucking on her earlobe gently.

Wanda groaned and shook her head.

"That's no good to me. Tell me with words."

"N-N-No, I'm sorry," said Wanda, moaning.

"Good girl," you said, moving your fingers where she needed you most.

"Please,do something," moaned Wanda.

"Now you're bossing me around, Wanda," you tsked. "That's not what I want, is it?" You said that, running your fingers over her crotch.

"I'm sorry, please do something; I'll be good," begged Wanda.

"That's what I like to hear," you praised.

Your fingers quickly moved to her center, pressing lightly on her clitoris, making her moan and move her hips toward your fingers, seeking some friction.

"But there's a big problem, Wanda," you said, leaving hickeys on her neck.

"W-What's wrong?"

"You lied to me. Good girls don't do that, right?" you replied,pulling your fingers away.

"P-Please."

"Your charms aren't going to work this time." You said, taking your fingers stained with her slick into her mouth. "Clean them up."

Wanda nodded and cleaned your fingers with her tongue skillfully,leaving them clean.

"Let's get out of the tub,sweetheart. Tomorrow, we'll talk about this. I'll take care of the body; you go to sleep," you said, getting out of the tub and giving Wanda your hand to help her.

You kissed her forehead and went to the kitchen to get some gloves,and after getting rid of the corpse and cleaning the blood off Wanda's and your clothes,you got into bed,hugging Wanda.

"Good night, love."

"Good night, detka."

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You were awakened by someone moving your body from side to side.

You groaned and opened your eyes, finding Wanda sitting on your stomach.

"Wanda, it's 3 in the morning; what's wrong?"

"I have a present for you; I think you'd like to see it."

"Okay,give me two minutes," you said, sitting up in bed and streching your arms.

You put on your sneakers and followed Wanda, who took you to the basement.

"Behind that door is your present, detka".

You nodded and opened the door.

What you found made a dark smirk cross your face.

In a chair,bound and bruised,with a blindfold on his eyes, was Hayward.

"Do you like the gift?"

"It's a very nice gift,honey,but I told you it wasn't very safe for you to go for it."

"Don't worry,I used my powers and fooled everyone. To the people who were in the department with Hayward, it'll look like he went on a trip."

"Good plan, love. Time to have a little fun with him, don't you think?"

Wanda nodded enthusiastically, a dark smile marking her face.

You walked over to him and pulled down his blindfold.

"Hello,Hayward."

"What the fuck are you doing, Y/N?" Untie me! This bitch has me tied up; you've gotta do something!"

His face contorted in pain as you punched him hard in the nose.

"Don't you dare talk about my girlfriend like that, asshole," you said, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and punching him again.

"W-what?"

"Poor Hayward,he's dumber than I thought," Wanda said, laughing.

"Indeed, he is," you replied. "You want to have some fun with love? I've to get some things ready."

Wanda nodded and gave you a kiss on the cheek, approaching Haywood with a menacing smile.

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You returned to the basement after a quarter of an hour,with your gun in your holster and wiggling a kitchen knife with your fingers.

In the chair was Hayward,whimpering and with several cuts and bruises adorning his face.

"You're here, love!" Wanda was looking up at you,her face streaked with blood.

You hummed in agreement.

"I had to grab a couple of things."

"Don't worry, he's still alive, so you'll have your fun."

You smiled and walked over to him,leaving your gun on a tray with other tools but keeping the knife with you.

"Please, Y/N, don't do this," whimpered Hayward.

"You're not in a position to command right now," you said, tracing the edge of the knife across his face,causing blood to spurt from a new wound.

Hayward whimpered again, begging you to let him go.

"You know Hayward? Cheating in the fight wasn't very nice. I could have ended up seriously injured. It doesn't sound like much fun to me, does it?"

"Please," Hayward pleaded again.

"Let me show you how it could have ended," you said, sticking the knife in his back and turning it around, right where you had your bruise.

Hayward screamed in pain,so you quickly removed the knife from his back and pressed it against his throat,causing blood to start dripping.

"Scream again, and I'll slit your throat."

Hayward nodded in fear and closed his mouth.

You walked over to the table where you had left your gun and picked it up,leaving the knife in its place.

"Wanda, honey,have you ever killed anyone with a gun?"

Wanda shook her head,walking over to you.

"Well, today will be your first time," you said, grabbing her with your hand and pulling her closer to Haywood.

Haywood's face filled with fear, and he began to whimper.

Wanda stood in front of him, and you stood behind her, handing her the gun and placing your hand on top of hers.

"Now you put your finger on the trigger" you said,bringing her hand to the trigger and placing your forefinger next to hers "And you shoot".

Haywood's pleas ceased as a shot went through his head.

"Good girl," you praised

Wanda smiled in response and turned to kiss you,putting the gun down.

"Use your powers to dispose of the body, honey," you said between kisses. "Send it to a garbage disposal or some active volcano,where they can't find it."

Wanda,with a flick of her wrist, made the body disappear and looked at you with a deranged smile on her face.

"I didn't know this side of you,Y/N."

"Oh,honey,there are a lot of things about me you don't know,and I plan to show you all of them."

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Stress Relief | Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Wanda finds herself in need of some relaxation during a stressful period in her life

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut (minors dni), language, alcohol

Word Count: 2.6K

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A/N: This was a request from @jgmg10. Enjoy! Did I have flashbacks to the start of the pandemic and quarantine MMHMM

This wasn’t the way you had intended March to go. You were supposed to be flying to Berlin at the end of the month for work, but with the world shutting down it looked like you would be stuck at home for a while. The idea of working from home seemed like a novelty at first. Most of your job was done online anyways, so you didn’t necessarily need to go into the office every day. You were looking forward to the prospect of working in your pajamas from the comfort of your own every day: no annoying coworkers to distract you from the daily grind of tasks, no boss breathing down your neck every chance he could, no mandatory after-work get-togethers. Most people would describe you as a loner. You called yourself an introvert. So the idea of not having to leave the house to see anyone sounded like a pretty good tradeoff for not getting sick. However, your plans were shaken up when your next-door neighbor, Wanda Maximoff, ended up moving in with you.

Wanda and her brother, Pietro, were renting the house next to yours. Wanda was a librarian at the local elementary school while Pietro was working his way through a stressful emergency medicine residency at St. Matthew’s Hospital downtown. When things started getting bad, he offered to move in with some of the other residents in order to keep Wanda safe. She said no, of course, insisting that he stay in the house while she looked for a place to stay. You happened to overhear her while she was pacing around the backyard on the phone with someone, searching frantically for a new housing situation. The idea popped into your head before you could think about it, and before you realized what you were doing you heard yourself offer up the guest room for her. You heard the person on the other end of the line continue rambling as Wanda stared at you, trying to weigh the situation as she hung up the phone. She was wary of your intentions, seeing as you two hadn’t really spoken before. But once you assured her that you weren’t a serial killer, that you had more than enough room to spare, and that she wouldn’t be a burden she graciously took you up on your offer.

You couldn’t believe that you’d actually offered your house up to a stranger. You’d exchanged pleasantries a few times, having stopped to chat with her when you ran into her on a walk one night, but that was it. Wanda was cute, there was no denying that. Your heart fluttered in your chest every time you saw her. But your social anxiety won out against the small voice in your head that encouraged you to go talk to her. Truth be told it didn’t bother you. You were more than content with the way your life was going and you didn’t necessarily need anyone to make you feel complete.

Wanda moved in within the week, bringing a couple of suitcases and a backpack with her. Neither of you knew how long this would last, so she brought enough to be comfortable for a while. You’d already made the guest room up for her, changing the sheets and vacuuming and dusting to make sure she felt right at home. She settled in quietly, spending most of that first day unpacking and setting up her work-from-home setup. The presence of another body in your house was slightly unnerving at first. While you knew she wasn’t any sort of threat, just the knowledge that there was someone else in your space was enough to set you on edge for a while. Within a few weeks, the two of you settled into a somewhat routine. Her schedule started earlier than yours, so you only really saw each other in the evenings after work. One of you would be in the kitchen making dinner, and the other would stop by and chat. Like you, Wanda was quiet. It took her a while to open up past more than general pleasantries, but once she did you were amazed at how forthcoming she was. Many nights were spent laughing over dinner or trying to figure out the latest show to binge while it felt like the lockdown would never end. But you never spent any more time together than that.

You were sitting in the living room, drinking a beer while watching reruns of Miami Vice after a rough week at work. The stress of the state of the world was starting to get to you and you needed something to take your mind off things. The escape into the world of pastel colors, shoulder pads, and palm trees offered little relief, but it was good enough for the time being. As you flopped on the couch, engrossed in the police chase, Wanda wandered up from the basement. She’d started taking nightly workout classes over Zoom. It was the way she was dealing with the stress of the lockdown and the whole online learning nightmare. She walked into the living room, groaning as she flopped onto the floor in front of the couch.

“You good?” you asked, tilting your head off the pillow as you lay on the couch.

“No. My back is so stiff right now I can barely move,” she groaned. She stretched her arms over her head as she twisted side to side, hoping something might relieve the tension.

“Do you want me to try and massage it out for you?”

Wanda looked at you, a curious expression on her face. “Yeah, right. You’re just looking for a chance to feel me up, aren’t you?” she guffawed.

“Wanda, if I’d wanted to feel you up I would’ve done it by now.” She rolled her eyes at you, smirking as she did so. “But if you just want to suffer in silence instead, that’s okay, too,” you told her as you turned your attention back to the screen.

“Fine. But I swear if you try anything funny-”

“Relax, Wanda. I won’t do anything like that. I promise.” You sat up on the couch, swinging your legs around so they hung off the couch. Wanda pushed herself off the floor, groaning as she leaned back into child’s pose before standing up. She glanced down at your lap. “Come on, lay down and I’ll make all your worries disappear,” you teased.

“Right,” she drolled. She walked over to the couch, lying down on her belly and scooching her way up so that her chest was resting squarely on your legs. She crossed her arms above her head, resting her forehead on her forearms as you felt her full weight across your lower body.

“You’re sweaty,” you observed as you placed your hands on her shoulders.

“Shut up,” a muffled response came from the head that was buried in the couch. Smiling to yourself, you began to massage her shoulders. Your hands kneaded the tight muscles, squeezing and releasing them as you tried to help work out the knots that peppered the entirety of her back. As you worked your hands down to the small of her back, a groan fell from Wanda’s lips. “Mmm, that feels good,” she murmured as you circled your thumbs around the knots on either side of her spine.

Your fingers walked their way up her spine, tracing small circles around her tense muscles. You felt your heart speed up as you felt the curves of her body, her tight-fitting workout shirt leaving little to the imagination. Her breath hitched as you hit a particularly sensitive spot, causing a jolt of arousal to shoot through your body. Swallowing hard, you prayed that you wouldn’t do anything to embarrass yourself while she was lying right on top of you. But as you worked your fingers harder, Wanda’s moans became louder.

“You enjoying yourself?” you teased.

“Oh god yes,” she moaned. Without any coaxing, she rolled her hips into the couch. You bit your lower lip as you watched her squirm against you. Your hands were on her lower back and while you were about to run them back up and under her shirt, you boldly moved them down to caress the curve of her bum.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to cop a feel,” she remarked as she felt your hand cup her.

“Are you gonna stop me?”

“No.”

Wanda turned over on her back as you pulled your legs out from underneath her, bringing yourself up to lie on top of her. Her face was flushed from either her workout or arousal, you couldn’t tell and you didn’t care. You watched her chest bounce up and down as she breathed heavily against you. The air felt thick through the dizzying tension that was building in the room. You glanced at her red lips, wondering how they would feel against your own. She answered that question for you as she grabbed your face and crashed your lips into hers. You found yourself drinking in the sensation of her soft mouth against yours, her cherry chapstick smearing against your lips. Your entire body was buzzing with excitement as your lips explored each other, her hands moving up to tease through your hair.

As soon as you worked up the nerve you swiped your tongue over her lower lip, asking permission to enter her mouth. Her lips parted ever so slightly to allow you in. She moaned at the feeling of your tongue against hers. Your hands trailed down her body, reaching under her shirt and snaking their way back up as you dug your nails into her soft flesh. Her hips instinctively rolled up into yours at the rough contact, causing you to grind back down into her. A swell of arousal burned deep within you as you bit down on her lower lip, savoring in her taste.

As you kissed your way down her jaw, Wanda tugged at the string of your pajama pants. You groaned as you felt her cold hand reach down and grab your cock. Her fingers worked deftly over your throbbing erection, jerking you off while you moaned into her neck. A sharp nip on her pulse point caused her to squeeze you in all the right ways. You bit down on her porcelain skin harder in response, leaving a purple bruise in your wake. She gasped as you swiped your tongue over the sensitive area.

You pulled away from her neck, gasping for air as you stared down at the disheveled woman below you. Her eyes were wide with desire, sweat beading around her forehead. “How’s that feel?” you asked.

“I think I could relax even more,” Wanda teased. She bit her lip as she tugged your pants down your waist, your cock springing free of its restrictive confines.

“That can be arranged,” you whispered. Pushing yourself to your knees, you hooked your thumbs around the waist of her yoga pants. Wanda lifted her hips as you tugged them down past her knees. The sight of her bare cunt was enough to make your mouth water. It was already glistening with her arousal as you tentatively rubbed a finger over her slit. You painted her slick all over her lips and clit.

“Oh fuck,” she whimpered. Her hips bucked against her hand. She was desperate for your touch. Anything to relieve the ache that was quickly building between her legs.

“And you said you didn’t want me to try anything,” you teased, lightly circling her clit. “So I guess I can just stop.” Wanda whined as you removed your finger, grabbing your forearm as you pulled it away.

“Please touch me,” she moaned. Your pulse quickened as you watched her become visibly wetter. Ecstasy surged through your body as you saw Wanda becoming more and more aroused. All you wanted to do was bury yourself deep within her and stay there.

“Is that what you want, Wanda? You want me to touch you? You want me to shove my fingers into your cunt and fuck you until you’re begging me to stop?” “Fingers, tongue, cock, I don’t care. I just need you in me. I want you to fill me up again and again. Please I just need to cum around you.” She writhed against the couch cushions, her hips bucking up as she strained for relief. You watched as she threw her head back against the pillow, the vein in her neck straining against the confines of her skin.

Without warning you plunged two fingers into her. She was so wet that you slid right in without any resistance. The sudden intrusion ripped a loud groan from her as you began to pump in and out of her. Her legs trembled as you moved just the right way inside of her, the pads of your fingers rubbing against her most sensitive spot.

“Oh god more, I need more,” she begged. You smirked as you shoved another finger inside her. Her walls stretched easily to accommodate the new intrusion as your thumb began to circle her clit. Your fingers were drenched with her arousal, the slippery fluid causing your thumb to dance around the erect nub. “Shit, right there. That’s it, Y/N, fuck. Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Her words came in a strangled scream as you continued to bring her closer to her peak. Wanda’s walls began to flutter around your digits. But as she approached the point of no return, you pulled out.

A choked sob flew from Wanda’s lips at the sudden absence of your fingers. “F-fuck, please don’t stop,” she sobbed, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes.

Leaning over her, you pushed your cock inside her in one quick thrust. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt herself being stuffed by all of you. Just like when you first pushed your fingers into her, you face no resistance as you felt her slick walls stretch around you. Your hips set a fast rhythm, pounding in and out of her pussy with little regard for anything but the heavenly sensation of her squeezing you.

“Fuck,” you whimpered as you leaned over her. Your noses bumped against each other as your moans filled the room. You strained to keep your eyes open, not wanting to miss watching her experience total bliss.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her hands coming up to grab your face. You kissed her roughly as you continued to pound your hips into her.

“Wanda, I’m gonna-”

“Don’t stop, Y/N.” She kissed you harder, biting down on your lower lip as your thrusts became erratic.

Shockwaves gripped your body as you erupted inside her with one final thrust. The sensation of you flooding her was enough to send her over the edge. She came with a series of moans that were muffled by a fiery kiss.

Your thrusts slowed and became more shallow as the two of you came down from your highs. As you struggled to regain your breath, you noticed that both of your shirts were soaked with sweat as you collapsed down onto her. “Feeling relaxed yet?” you joked.

“Oh yes,” Wanda chuckled breathlessly, a blissed out look spread over her face.

“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” you asked, your words muffled as you spoke into her neck.

“I have no idea. But I’m not opposed to doing it again?” She traced her svelte fingers down your back.

“Now?” Wanda nodded. “Wanda, I need a shower first.”

“Good,” she replied, pushing you off her. “I’ve never had shower sex before. Why don’t we go give it a go?”

#wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff fic #scarlet witch fic #wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch x reader #wanda maximoff x male reader #wanda x male reader #scarlet witch x male reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #x male reader #male reader #male reader insert #marvel #mcu #marvel fanfiction #oneshot #request #therealdisneyfan2319

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divine-knight-hand · 8 months

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And so, the moon rises on a new, chilling occasion

Amidst a season of falling leaves and rising screams, a certain knight faces herself with the honor of celebrating her favorite holiday. Using the materials and imagination at her disposal, she's brought together a spooky triple feature starring some of her favorite characters from different medias.

Her intentions began pure, but as she breathed life into each inspiring vision, the last of her works began to toe the line between horror and lust. Now you must decide. Will you choose to follow the allure of the darkness, madness, and sex promised by the knight's creations three?

Key: ☁️ - Fluff ❤️- Smut

**Be warned that this event is not for the faint of heart, and definitely not for minors!!! Only interact with this if you're 18+ and able to handle the warnings listed with each title below!!!**

Dividers by @silkholland

The Fluffy First: ☁️ Imagine Looking for Wanda at a Halloween Party (Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader) || AO3 Link

The final installment of Our Wonderful Witch in Red (Rewritten). Wanda goes off alone at a Halloween party, and not a single Avenger knows where she is... Content Warnings: Some confrontational situations and traces of angst. After that, fluffiness all the way! Word Count: 2,874

The Sinister Second: ❤️ The Ball of the Red Death (Prince!Loki Laufeyson x Enchantress!Female Reader) || AO3 Link

A royal feast being converted to a royal ball at the last minute by the god of mischief's mad magic-wielding lover, who just so happens to have an Edgar Allen Poe obsession. What could possibly go wrong? Content Warnings: Descriptions of violence, discussions of death and mortality at length, implied major character death (you just really have to squint), use of enchantment, unprotected sex, mind reading/communication during sex, use of magic during sex, momentary clothed sex, porn with way way too much plot Word Count: 6,905

The Final Chase: ❤️ Night of The Maneater (Michael Afton x Ghostface!Female Reader)

Part 1: The Chase || AO3 Link

Part 2: The Catch || AO3 Link

Since the destruction of Fazbear's Fright, Michael could finally celebrate Halloween in peace, but with a new serial killer on the loose known only by the name "The Maneater", how long will his night stay that way? Content Warnings: Stalking, mentions of death and killing, descriptions of fear and creepy scenarios, death threats, sexual themes, light bondage, slight knife kink, stalker kink, unprotected sex, Dom!Reader, Sub!Michael, edging, pleasure crying, begging, praise Part 1 Word Count: 4,352 Part 2 Word Count: 2,378

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just-a-torn-up-masterpiece · 2 years

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There Is Darkness In All Of Us AU

Natasha Romanoff x serialkiller!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

There's a little bit of darkness in us all, that's what you've always thought. You knew you had this darkness running through your veins but now you needed to set it free.

18+ : dark themes, depictions of violence and murder, heavy smut - each part will be tagged accordingly

i. just a taste

ii. baked with death

iii. you deserve this

iiii. the serial killer and the brawn

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me-uglypretty · 2 years

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spooky week '22 masterlist

Welcome to my first Halloween celebration! I felt inspired for horror this year and I enjoyed writing these lil stories and would definitely wanna make these stories into movies if given the chance. Hope you have fun reading them! Comments, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated :)

Warning: 18+ (G), gore, blood, horror, death, character death, killing, explicit language, religion, smut, dark content (more warning on each story)

→ the killing & the pinning (serial killer!natasha x grim reaper!reader)

→ voices calling your name (wanda x demon!reader)

→ letters to your lover (cult!wanda x cult!Reader)

→ angel of small death (angel!yelena x devil>human!reader)

→ promise my body & soul (scarlet witch x natasha x reader)

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#spookyweek22 #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagine #leigh shaw x reader #leigh shaw x you #leigh shaw imagine #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x you #kate bishop imagine

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dreamlessinparis · 2 years

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Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Undying Love - Bucky x Female!Reader

Summary: Reader was captured by Hydra back in the 40s, after Steve and Bucky leave for war. Years later their paths cross again, only none of them are the same as they were before.

Warnings: trauma, fluff, crying, eventual smut, adorable 1940′s bucky

Part 1, Part 2,

Thick as Blood

Part of the Serial Killer AU

Pairing: Dark!Bucky x Darkish!F!Reader

Summary: Twisted minds fall in love, and an unexpected romance blooms in blood.

Word Count: 1568

Warning: explicit language, violence, mentions of blood, sex in blood, dark!Bucky, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of death and murder, 18+, prison cell, mental torment, smut, pet names, reader is twisty

Punch in the Gut

Part of the Serial Killer AU

Pairing: Dark!Bucky x Dark!F!Reader

Summary: Twisted minds fall in love, and an unexpected romance blooms in blood, and continues to spread and unravel.

Warning: explicit language, violence, mentions of blood, bullet wound, dark!Bucky, death of a minor character and murder, kidnapping, 18+, mentions of drugs and ODs, Bunny being a devious mastermind, needles, mental torment, smut, pet names, angry Steve, emergency surgery, reader is twisty

Come Back to Me - Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: Bucky doesn’t expect you have such an impact on his life and it scares him.

Warnings: Angst, implied smut(nothing too graphic), mention of blood, fluff, mob!Bucky Barnes

Informal Affairs - Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Entry for Lau’s Quote Me On It’ 6k Writing Challenge!

Summary: 'You knew when your father passed that it wouldn't be easy, but what you didn't realize how far you would have to go to save it all. Straight into your past and back into the arms of the man who broke your heart.'

Warnings: explicit language, dirty talk, smut, 18+, explicit sexual content, slight knife kink, blow job, praise kink, betrayal, cheating, violence, mean Bucky, mention of blood and pain, fluff, angst, mob!Bucky, mob!reader hopefully I didn’t miss any!

The Heart is a Deep Ocean - Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: Titanic was known as the ship of dreams. For you, it was the dream of getting home, or so you thought. From the moment you locked eyes with James Buchanan Barnes, all those dreams changed and your life was never the same.

Warnings for the series: sexual tension, angst, love at first sight, eventual smut, judgmental people, bitchy moms, class divides, explicit language, mentions of death, heartbreak, boat sinking, icebergs, sadness, handsome James Barnes, Steve as a wingman, I’ll add more as the story progresses

Prove Your Worth - Construction!Worker!Beefy!Bucky x F!Reader

Summary: During a conversation with your husband, Bucky senses your frustrations and aids in alleviating your tension

Warnings: explicit language, dirty talk, smut, 18+, explicit sexual content, oral sex, praise kink, sex on desk, fluff, cheating, shitty husband,

Don't Fear the Reaper - Soft!Dark!Death!Bucky x F!Reader

Summary: When you’ve reached your wits end with your husband, you decide to make a deal with Death to get rid of him.

Warning: public sex, mentions of death, mentions of domestic violence and bruises, manipulation, public nudity, dom/sub dynamics, rough actions, explicit language and sexual content.

Devious Desires - ancient!deity!Bucky x F!Reader, Ransom x F!Reader

Entry for @boxofbonesfic Spooktacular Smutfest!

Summary: Ransom takes you on a vacation to an old manor. When exploring the attic, the two of you come across a necklace. A necklace with a curse, and an ancient entity who wants something.

Warnings: explicit language, choking, smut, 18+, explicit sexual content, lots of cum, Ransom being an ass, betrayal, violence, deity Bucky with horns, mention of blood and pain, fluff, angst, creepy house,

Attraction & Lust - F!Fae!Reader x Natasha Romanoff x Bucky Barnes x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers

Submission for Sloth's MARVELOUS MONSTER MAYHEM WRITING CHALLENGE

Summary: When a group of humans are brought to the Nature Court, it's hard to avoid the natural attraction, building it up until it all explodes.

Warnings: explicit language, dirty talk, smut (it's an orgy, okay, everyone has sex with everyone), 18+, explicit sexual content, praise kink, monster fucking, fluff, spells, oral sex (male & female receiving)

Trouble at Sea - Captain Hydra x F!Reader x The Winter Soldier

Summary: Taking Cap and Soldat on a cruise seems like a good idea, in theory at least.

Warning: public sex, angry Captain Hydra, angry Winter Soldier, Bucky's metal hand, spanking, public nudity, smut, no plot, anal, double penetration, dirty talk, degradation, choking, punishment, I think that's all

This was written for the Smut Butt Luxury Yacht co-hosted with the lovely @imanuglywombat .

Refreshing Bliss - Steve Rogers x F!Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: When a heat wave becomes too much, Bucky finds a way to cool down his lovers and heat them up.

Warning: no plot, just smut, pool sex, dirty talk, explicit language, Bucky and Steve in a pool, fluff, pet names, 18+

Rain on Me

Pairing: Stepbrother!Bucky x Stepsister!Reader

Warning: stepcest, shower sex, oral (m. receiving), cumplay, dirty talk, explicit language, explicit content, pet names, slightly dominant bucky

#sebastian stan fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you

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Unhinged Couple

Cannibal Wanda Maximoff x Serial Killer GN! Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: Smut. Amab! Reader. Violence. Death.

Taglist: @ginnsbaker @gb12d @lifespectator @imaginationeuphoria @louxbloom @mfd-101 @abbyromanoff @natashamaximoff-69 @wizardofstories @canvascoloredin @marvelogic @wandanats-goodgirl @the-ox-fan20

Congratulations @abbyromanoff on your engagement!!!! Hope you both have all the happiness in the world!!!

18+ MINORS DNI

Y/N was sent out to the local club to find their mext victim by any means necessary. So as they sat in the prime booth that overlooked the whole club and bar, they had come across a lonely red headed woman at the bar. She had now ordered her fourth drink without even moving so it seemed as though she was alone, which was perfect in their eyes.

So they decided to approach her, leaning on the bar beside her as they ordered another drink before they turned to face her.

"It seems as though you have come to the wrong place." Y/N stated as they leaned into whisper in her ear.

"Is that so?" The red head challenged.

"Yup." They smirked as they supped on their beer. "This is place is full of people who are having fun or looking for their next fuck, and you are sat here looking as glum as the night."

"So you're a stalker?" She raised a brow as Y/N laughed.

"No, I am a very observant person." They told her as they reached for her hand. "I'm Ry." They held out their hand for her to shake.

"Nat." She shook their hand with a shy smile.

"Nat, that has to be short for Natalia right?" They pondered as Nat giggled.

"Natasha really." She corrected them.

"My apologies." They smiled as they gazed at her, causing her to blush lightly under their intense stare. "Do you want to dance and have fun or would you like stay here and wallow?" They asked her with a raised brow. Nat finished her drink before she stood up.

"Let's dance." She told them with a smile, taking their hand and leading them to the dancefloor. They both danced together, jumping up and down to the beat until Y/N decided to wrap their arm around her, pulling her closer to them as they danced. A smirk dancing on their face as she pushed her ass into them as their hand travelled lower, resting over the dress on her pubic bone.

As Nat continued to grind on their crotch, their cock hardening as her arousal pooled in her underwear. The feeling was sending Y/N almost feral as their hand reached lower, cupping her core and making her moan.

"Turn around." They whispered in her ear, which she complied as Y/N's hand snaked up the front of her dress, rubbing her clit through her underwear as she moaned into their neck. To everyone around, it seemed as though they were just dancing while Y/N thrusted their fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. "Should we get out of here?" They asked her as she nodded. Whimpering as they pulled their hand away from her and dragging her through the club towards the exit.

Y/N led her to their car, opening the passenger side door open for her before they got into the driver's seat. Their hand grazing her exposed thighs as they drove through the dark country roads to the house they shared with Wanda.

Once the two were inside, Y/N pushed her up against the wall as they ripped her under off, continuing their actions from earlier but with three fingers instead of one. The moans that escaped had signalled to Wanda that Y/N was successful in bringing home a new victim.

So she had picked up the syringe she had prepared. Walking through the dark halls quietly as she approached them, anger filling her form as she saw her Y/N so close to another woman in a sinful way. So she had decided to inject the sedative into Nat's neck as she was completely unaware. Before she could reach her climax, she collapsed against Y/N who smirked as they turned to Wanda.

"I never told you to fuck her." Wanda spoke sternly as she opened the door to the basement. Watching as Y/N picked up the unconciouss Nat and took her down the stairs, placing her on the metal table and stripping her dress and leaving her bare.

"It's almost regretful to take someone so beautiful." Y/N told Wanda as they strapped her down, not expecting Wanda to be right behind them as they turned. Gripping their hardened cock through their jeans.

"Did you enjoy fucking her tonight?" Wanda asked as she bit their ear, making them whimper at her touch. "Did you taste her?"

"No." They whispered as Wanda used her other hand to undo their belt. "I only ever used my fingers."

"Did you want to fuck her with what's mine." Wanda asked as she pushed their trousers down. "Did you want to fill her up with your cum."

"No." Y/N shook their head as Wanda started to remove her own clothes after Y/N stood there. All bare and waiting for her. "I only want to feel you wrapped around me. Just you."

"Good." Wanda removed her panties last. "Because you belong to me or you will be on that table next." She told them as she pushed them onto the sofa. "So now shut up and let me ride you."

Wanda lowered herself down onto Y/N's cock. The two moaning as Wanda moved her hips. She gripped their jaw, forcing them to look at her.

"Did you kiss her?" She questioned as she ghosted their lips.

"No." They answered her confidently. "I only ever want to kiss you."

"Good answer." She husked out before she kissed them hard, forcing her tongue into their mouth. Moaning as she tasted the beer they had been drinking.

As the hours went on, Y/N was on their knees as their head was between her thighs. Wanda's hand in their hair as they fucked her with their tongue.

Nat soom started to come around as the sound of Wanda's moans filled her ears. Her eyes looking around and trying to figure out where she was, that was when she had noticed Y/N on their knees and the smell of Wanda's arousal filled her nose.

"You're awake." She spoke followed by a loud moan as she came as Y/N lapped up every drop.

"Where am I?" Nat asked as her body ran cold, Wanda pushed Y/N away as she stood. Her naked form on show for Nat who struggled against the restraints.

"That doesn't matter sweetheart." Wanda spoke as her finger grazed the skin on her stomach. "But you won't be leaving here." Wanda gestured for Y/N to grab their favourite blade, a smirk on both of their faces as Y/N approached.

"Please." Nat pleaded as her eyes were on the knife. "Just let me go." Wanda chuckled darkly as she gripped Nat's jaw.

"I'm afraid we can't do that sweetheart." She taunted as she gazed into Nat's fearful eyes. "But you won't feel a thing soon enough." She then looked to Y/N who ran the blade from Nat's ankle and up to her inner thigh.

"It's a pity you never got to cum darling." Y/N taunted as the blade connected with her cunt.

"Please stop!!" She cried as she tried to break free from the restraints, screaming pleas of help at the top of her lungs as both Wanda and Y/N shared a look.

"That's no use sweetheart." Wanda leaned in closer, their noses brushing as she wore a sickening grin. "There is no one for miles to hear you." She slowly leaned back as Y/N started to saw through her thigh as Wanda smiled at the pain on the woman's face. Once Y/N was finished, Nat soon started to breathe rapidly as Wanda smiled at them. "There's just something about playing with your food that always fascinates me." She told them giddily as Y/N chuckled at her before continuing with the other leg.

"You know Nat, I used to do this differently before I met the love of my life." They started as Nat soon looked defeated, her skin pale as sweat formed on her forehead. "I used to just lure my old victims out like I did with you. You know, have a little fun before I would take my knife and plunge it into their stomach. Again and again as I watched the life fade from their eyes." They approached her arms as Wanda stood beside them, her hand on their arm as she started to press kisses to their skin. "But with Wanda, I do this for her too. I usually just preferred the excitement of the kill. The adrenaline that runs through your veins is just like my own personal heroin." The started on her arm, looking like this was as normal as breathing. "But now I also get the privelege of looking after my Wanda. Making sure she is well looked after."

"Well, I haven't really had to get my hands dirty in over a year now." Wanda chimed in as she started to remove the meat from the bones of the already severed limbs, wrapping them up before placing them in the freezer. "My Y/N gets the thrill and I get my food. I did used to eat like you but I was on a trip. Many years ago, in the middle of Old Russia. We ran out of food and well, the nearest town wasn't for miles and miles." Wanda looked to see Nat was almost gone. "So I done what I had to do to survive, I killed my boyfriend and I ate him. There's just something different about human meat. It's tougher like mutton but tastes just as good as pork, if not better."

"I think we're losing her love." Y/N stated as they stood by Nat's head.

"Well, just put her out of her misery." Wanda told them as they grabbed their knife, grazing her cheek with the blade.

"This will be quick darling, faster than falling asleep." They smirked as they plunged the knife into her heart, watching as the life left her eyes, a sick smile on their face.

"I think I will have plenty for a week. Maybe two." Wanda told them as started on her torso as Y/N wrapped their arms around her naked form.

"Well, whenever you need more my love, I will glady go out for more." They kissed her neck as she chuckled, licking the blood from her fingers as she finished her work. The two then taking the remaining bones to the furnace, throwing them inside before they kissed each other hungrily.

"Let's shower baby." Wanda whispered as she pushed her front flush against Y/N who only groaned as they let her lead the way for an eventful shower.

#gingie's halloween special #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda x you #wanda x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x you #natasha romanoff

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Juulna’s 2021 Multi-Fandom Fanfiction Rec List - Part Two

(Yes, I realize this is a year late, but this year's been a bit nuts. I still hope you enjoy these fics anyway!)

Based only on what I’ve read with my own eyes this year!

Follow me on my journey into what, at times, was…

…actually rather calming! Perhaps you can find some comfort and entertainment, fluff and angst and romance and friendship, smut and a distinct lack of it, space adventures and fantasy and modern adventures, serial killers and good guys, redemption and reconciliation and learning to become someone completely different — there is so much here I read that stuck with me over the past year, and the 2021 Fanfic Reading Challenge ( @fanfic-reading-challenge ) allowed me a new way to keep track of all of my favourites. So props to that event! Definitely participating again (considering I run the event, yeah, that's probably a given lol, but full disclosure).

Without further ado, here were my 2021 fic favourites!

Fandom: Marvel (Comics & MCU)

Stony, Polyvengers:

you great unfinished symphony (you sent for me) by @ketchupcrisp

The last thing Steve Rogers ever expected to see on a Wednesday afternoon was his (their) dead submissive tumbling out of a portal and practically into Phil’s lap, very much alive and frantic about Soul Stones and timelines and some other version of the team.

Avengers Family:

Of Spectrums and Spoons by @calloftherunningtide

Natasha had been taught to pretend – to act and respond just like she was supposed to act and respond - from an early age.

Things You Learn In the Kitchen at Night by @buzzcat

When Darcy went into the kitchen that night, she didn't expect to meet her platonic soul mate or Tony Stark, let alone have them be one and the same person.

Iron Family (typically very Civil War Team Iron Man):

Second Chances by @izazov

Tony Stark is in love with Steve Rogers. Also, he is dying. There is no direct correlation between those two facts. But there is also the matter of Steve Rogers having no idea about Tony’s feelings.

And all that's best of dark and bright by @kaaterinapetrova

When Steve Rogers leaves her to die in Siberia, Toni Stark hacks her soulmark apart, tears the flesh and veins until she is blinded with pain, and waits to die. Up above, somewhere in the universe, something fractures.

Trigger warning for cutting, suicidal thoughts, breakdown.

Siren by @tsuki-chibi

When the exvengers were granted pardons, they return to the Compound. Steve was prepared to fight an uphill battle, but not for the biggest change of all:a clone of Peggy Carter, who is already at the Compound and acting as the newest Avenger. Determined to see everything go back to the way it was, Steve, Wanda and Clint become obsessed with figuring out a way to upstage the New Avengers and prove that the Accords are unnecessary.

Spoiler: their plan doesn't work.

Basic Rules by @striving-artist

It said something about Toni’s life that she had an established system in case of kidnapping and torture, and while there had been tweaks, it was still basically the same as from when she was a kid.

1. Let them underestimate you. 2. Don’t fight back until you have an exit. 3. Lie from the start. 4. Protect what matters. 5. Assume no one is coming to help.

you want a war? (you don't know what you're asking for) by @dyke-yoonji

“And now? Now you’ve all betrayed,” Steve flinched at the choice of words, “Stark, and Potts and Rhodes are not going to sit and take it.”

Natasha frowned at the phone. “What does this mean for us?”

Fury laughed - an ugly laugh with no myrth in it. “It means that Potts or Rhodes are the ones who sent me this phone because they wanted me to contact you. They wanted me - and you - to know that they are with Stark, that they are the line of defence between him and us.” “It means that they just declared war. God have mercy on your souls.”

Tony Stark is Not a Supervillain (But his Poker Group All Are) by DaughteroftheSilverMoon

A superhero walks into a room full of villains- and they play poker and give him a drink. After all, it's the polite thing to do. Only then they get to liking him, and all of a sudden they're slaying dragons for the good guys. It's very disconcerting, but kind of nice.

The Worst Job by @thealextheshipper

Jessica is assigned as the Rogue Avengers Accords delegate upon their return to the US, on the plus side she befriends Tony Stark, on the down side she has to deal with PR nightmare Steve Rogers, and his best friend PR nightmare Clint Barton.

DomesticIronHawk: (Laura/Clint/Tony)

Set On Fire by @allthemarvelousrage

She's not sure if she forgot to take her suppressants, or if something Wanda did screwed with her meds, but her world is on fire for the first time in years, and there's no one to help her through it... until there is.

IronMarvel:

Keep Me in Your Orbit by @moonlitmidnight-1

A post Civil War AU in which Toni knew Carol during the events of Captain Marvel, and was the person she gave the pager to.

IronStrange:

ARC I: An Infinity In The Wings by @bad-days-and-beautiful-nights

Stephen and Toni met just before she's kidnapped. They spent the night together and when she returns, they strike up an easy friendship. Soon enough, Stephen falls in love with her, but by the time he realizes, it's too late. Hoping she never finds out, he gracefully steps back, trusting Captain America to be the right man for his best friend. But when Steve surprises everyone and Toni ends up at death's door for the fourth time, Stephen has to re-evaluate his life's choices.

IronTaser:

Disinformed by Del_Rion

It’s time to come clean about Phil Coulson’s death. Out of all the Avengers, Tony’s reaction is the most surprising, and Phil must investigate it further.

Maria Hill/Sif:

Diplomatic Relations and Intelligence Failures by @scifigrl47

Maria Hill would like a night off, and maybe a date. She's not likely to get either one of them, so she's pretty resigned to long nights of protecting the world from behind the scenes. It's very satisfying, but not quite in the way she's hoping for.

Most people who know Maria are far too intimidated to make a pass. Luckily, the Lady Sif doesn't have that problem.

Phlint:

SHIELD Has Paperwork for Everything by @scifigrl47

Clint Barton knows where his loyalties lie, and they have more to do with his handler than his employer. Phil Coulson takes his responsibilities seriously, and a big part of his job is protecting the agent in his care from any threat to his well-being.

At this rate, neither of them is going to get a date. Natasha Romanov has other ideas, and the only side she's on is her own.

Stucky:

Reputation by @cpt-winniethepooh

Captain America is a hero to the nation, but an uncomfortable cage for Steve Rogers. He is confined by his reputation as the boring Avenger, Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes, and has long given up on hope to change his public image.

Then he meets James Barnes, the infamous assassin also known as the Winter Soldier, who recently switched sides and is now working for the US instead of Russia. Barnes is tall, dark and handsome with his man-bun and eyeliner, and everything Steve shouldn’t want but does.

But just as there is more to Steve than Cap, there is more to Barnes than the Soldier - but will they be able to see that and find happiness?

An albumfic about finding love through the noise, set to the tune and narrative of Taylor Swift’s Reputation.

Steve Rogers at 100: Celebrating Captain America on Film by @hellotailor, @alwaysalreadyangry, eleveninches, febricant, @morgan-leigh

“Heil Hydra,” the enemy agent shouts.

“Heil this, motherfucker,” says Captain America, shooting off a rocket.

Steve and Bucky find out Hollywood has been busy since they went away. A historical survey, including but not limited to: one set of exploded genitals, a brief interlude in France, Mel Gibson and other masterworks of casting, eight Academy awards, several dinosaurs, and something Tony Stark has ominously dubbed “the masterpiece.” Art included.

Steve Rogers and the minefields of social media by @cpt-winniethepooh

Steve gets a Twitter account, then an Instagram one, then he gets Bucky back, too.

ThunderIron:

King Of Hearts, Queen Of . . . Nothing by ThatDamnKennedyKid

He was sure that she didn't remember, not with the way she had cried herself into drunken slumber in his arms. That did not mean he forgot. Not anything - not the painful slurs from her father that lingered in her mind, the barely visible scars across her arms and thighs from jumping into adulthood alone before she was no longer a child, how she had blubbered the name Yinsen over and over again like a regret.

I don't Want the World to See Me by @outercorner

Tony has a secret, one that is harder and harder to keep from observant teammates.

WinterIron:

Lines by @treesramblings

“If you want—and feel free to say no, everyone and their mothers know that I’m the queen of offering too much where I’m not wanted—but, if you want…” Toni hesitates, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment, and then continues, “well, that’s the longest period of uninterrupted sleep I’ve had since last week, which was also with you, and—twice is a coincidence, but maybe we could test to see, uh, see if it’s a pattern? Only if you want; I’m not trying to guilt you into it. In fact, forget I said anything. This is a horrible idea. I’m just going to leave—”

She’s stopped by his fingers slipping into her palm as he's suddenly standing in front of her. “Okay,” he whispers.

The tension that had built up in her body releases all at once and she looks up into his eyes, the ever present churn of emotion swirling enchantingly, tenderly.

“Okay,” she responds, and his hand glides from hers as he turns away. She aches with the missing weight.

Watercolour Scars by ThatDamnKennedy

Despite fighting against Iron Man, Bucky didn't actually know Tony. Even then, he didn't know how he was the only one starstruck. He couldn't imagine the kind of miracles she must have pulled off before for the team to not even thank her.

Our Shattered Past by Elenduen

Bucky survives the snap, survives to see two-thirds of the universe die, half turning to ash, the others killed because those others turned to ash. He follows Steve back to America and the Avengers compound struggling to try and make sense of everything that has happened. Then Tony Stark returns to earth, broken, sick, desolate. Bucky feels he owes Tony for what he did to his parents, he wants to find a way to make amends and the only way he think to do that is to act as protection for Tony while he slowly recovers from his time in space.

Tony couldn't care less what happens to him now. He failed, Peter is gone, two-thirds of the Universe is gone, why should he care if he lives or dies now? he is determined to help others while he can though and if that means Barnes is following him around then he can help too.

What neither expect is a relationship to blossom between them or the family that blooms out of the ashes of their shattered pasts.

721 Fifth Avenue by Skarla

Tony Stark is a man of many faces; stressed, a little manic, overly fond of smoothies and kinder than anyone Bucky has ever met, although he hides it well. He's not quite sure why no one else is providing the support and companionship that the man is quietly desperate for, but it's no hardship to step up to the plate. He's always had a thing for scrappy underdogs after all.

The Evidence by @striving-artist

Didn’t notice. Right. Sure. Two brilliant minds, two super spies, and a god didn’t notice when the chattiest man they knew stopped making sound. They just seemed happier than before. Brighter and more cheerful than before. They just seemed like they were more comfortable with him around when he was stone silent.

Fuck it.

He knew they noticed.

And he knew they liked him better this way.

ShieldShock:

MARRY, FUCK, KILL by @sevensneakyfoxes

"Actually, you know, I get it. Rogers would be an excellent MARRY choice. You know that he'd never leave the toilet seat up, would never drink the last of the milk, and would clean the rain gutters without prompting," Darcy says. She's never really considered Steve as anything other than Captain America who is impossibly unapproachable; weirdly enough, the things she finds intimidating about him as a person oddly work for her in a domestic setting. "Ugh, plus you just KNOW Barton would be the type of fucker that would eat the last oreo and then shove the empty box back into the cupboard."

"So what's your list then, Darcy?" Jane asks, turning back to look at the mold, which has done exactly fuck all in the last half-hour.

"Don't rush me! I need to make an informed, calculated choice."

Darcy looks down at her pad, then back up at Natasha. She purses her lips in thought. "You've fucked Barnes, right? How dexterous is that metal hand?"

The ladies of SHIELD play a mass game of MARRY FUCK KILL, Avengers edition.

Wherein everyone marries Steve, kills Tony, Jane betrays science and Darcy hypothetically turns Thor into a llama.

WinterShock:

Black Holes and Revelations by @amidtheflowers

The Winter Soldier doesn’t like her much. It doesn’t help when they get thrown in a black hole together.

WinterShieldShock:

Upon A Hill, Across a Blue Lake by @i-mushi

Fluffy ABO - Darcy has a few run-ins with the police and a couple Alpha Avengers show up to help. She /really/ should have specified to Jane not to send her crushes when she called for help. Steve/Darcy/Bucky Alpha!Steve, Alpha!Bucky, Omega!Darcy

WinterWidowIronShield:

my body is not their bed by @deathsweetqueen

In 1995, the Engineer and the Winter Soldier escape HYDRA and end up, bleeding, on Peggy Carter's doorstep.

This is their journey after. This is the story of their victory march.

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