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esouliie · 3 months

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DONT POKE THE BEAR.

– pairing | wanda maximoff x fem! reader

– synopsis | you’re known to be quite a tease, especially for your girlfriend, but what happens when you push her too far? will she be able to control herself or will you force her hand?

– warnings | smut, thigh riding, wanda wants to be your mommy hehe, strap on (r!receiving), orgasm denial duh, she eats it from the back :33, face slapping, crybaby reader again, wanda is kinda mean and punishes you ig but she’s so cute with it idc. (18+)

As you entered the room, you couldn’t help but freeze at the sight before you. There she was, the tall and intimidating woman you had grown so fond of, tucked snugly in bed with a book in hand. But what caught you off guard were the glasses perched on her nose – the nerdiest looking frames you had ever seen.

You felt a bubbling laughter rise within you, threatening to burst out uncontrollably. It wasn't just the glasses themselves, but the stark contrast they created against her usual, intense demeanor. You had never seen her in glasses before, and the image was both endearing and hilarious.

Struggling to contain your amusement, you approached your side of the bed cautiously, trying not to let on that you were on the verge of laughter. But a few giggles slipped and she looked up from her book, a hint of curiosity in her eyes, and you quickly composed yourself, managing to offer a sheepish smile instead.

“What's so funny?" She asked, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.

Unwilling to lie, you admitted, “you look like a nerd,” and unable to hide your amusement now, you laughed freely.

She was used to your teasing, your playful jabs that never fail to stir her up. In another universe, perhaps, she'd have you over her lap, your apologies tumbling out as you, painfully, realise the extent of your teasing and how mean it was to tease your mommy…

But in this universe, she couldn’t. Not until you were ready.

So she simply chuckled, “and you look like a goof,” eyes trailing down to between your legs, paying close attention to your underwear…

Your bow print underwear.

“Hey! I’ll have you know you loved this goofy apparel the other day.” You cocked your head to the side, stretching up on your knees so your vest rides higher, revealing the top of your underwear where a little pink flower resides, “You loved it so much, I believe you were unable to keep your hands off of me.”

You were obviously right.

Wanda had a thing for you in cute panties instead of sexy lingerie, seeing as stocking and garter belts were more her speed.

Ever the tease, you pulled the duvet off the woman, sending the book flying - as if you even cared - before straddling her warm thighs.

“Oh yeah?” She retorted unemotionally. She wasn’t going to give into your bratty behaviour, no matter how cute you looked on top of her.

“Oh yeah.” You replied mischievously, with a few rolls of your hips. But her hands had latched on before you could continue, halting all your attempts to turn her on.

“Not tonight.”

“Come on, nerd.” You whined, hands attempt to pry hers of your hips. “It’s not even late yet.”

Unmoving, she replied, “don’t call me that.”

“What? You are though.” You ran over her appearance once again, her red curls held high in a loose ponytail as her baby hairs flew abashedly in each direction.

So fucking cute and yet so sexy.

You leaned forward, chest brushing hers. “I mean, who would’ve thought the big, bad Scarlet Witch would need nerdy glasses.”

“What did I say, moya lyubov?” She warned but your fingers only toyed with the arms of her frames, forcing the lenses up and down with each push.

Your incessant need to push buttons drew you closer to a point of no return. Your girlfriend could only take so much more before she snapped.

“Aw is the little witch crying?” You fake cooed, hands playing with the ends of her hair, ready to pull as you deliver the final blow.

“Only a true nerd would get so upset about being called one.”

Pain heated her scalp as her neck was yanked back, but only for a second as you let go of the pressure. Her eyes flashed with a mixture of frustration and anger as she grabbed under your armpits, hauling your off her lap like a ragdoll before pinning your wrists above your head.

You felt a surge of fear mixed with a strange excitement as she held you in place, having pushed Wanda so much she’s actually snapped. No longer the collective, push-over girlfriend she had portrayed herself as.

“Are you stupid?” She spat, her entire weight resting upon your stomach. “You don’t listen, do you?”

Clearly unfazed by her words, you smile up at the woman, bucking your hips into her. “Well I guess not, Einstein.”

Even without much strength to it, the sound of the slap is loud. Your head ripped to the side as you gasped for air. Soon enough, you found yourself facing the woman above you. The offending hand now cupping your chin, as light fingers danced over your cheek, already turning red.

You went to speak but she shushed you, soft lips pressed over yours. “No more.” Is all she said but you understood what she meant, as you nod slowly.

No more lip tonight.

“I didn’t want to have to do that.” She brushed a few stray tears away, unbeknownst that you had even been crying. “But you were being bad, baby. Not my usual good girl.”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, voice unsure of the situation you’re in. Wanda looked mad still, really mad, even though you were only joking around.

“I know, baby, but it’s not nice to be mean to me like that.”

“I was only joking…” You looked away, unable to stand her cold gaze any longer.

Her grip on your chin returned to bring your eyes back to hers. “And I told you to stop, didn’t I?”

You nodded weakly, feeling a knot forming in your stomach. You knew she was right, but you didn’t think you hurt Wanda that much. Not enough for her to slap you anyways.

She released her hold on you, moving back against the headboard before pulling you back onto her lap.

She watched you for a second, nothing your refusal to meet her eyes. You looked ashamed, but not too phased of the situation.

“You okay?” She asked, palms resting soothingly on your bottom.

“I’m okay.” You replied as you twirled her nightgown in your fist. “My cheek hurts though.”

“Good.” With that, she pulls you forward, starting a slow steady pace against her stomach, fingers groping, as you take the pleasure with gratitude.

You gasped at the friction, and Wanda chuckled when she felt the damp patch across your panties. “Oh. You liked that, didn’t you? Like when I hurt you, baby?”

Not knowing if she really wanted an answer, you nodded quickly. Hands holding tighter onto her shoulders as you try to speed up, but she moved you off her.

She stood up, leaving her glasses on her bedside table, working her way over towards the wardrobe. Looking over her shoulder, she said, “Now let’s see how you like to be teased.”

…

You’re sat on the edge of the bed, and Wanda stepped between your legs, the red dildo pressing against your chest as she strokes it like it was actually her own.

“Do you like it?”

“You know I was the one that bought it for you.” You couldn’t help but say with a playful eye roll, but she wasn’t having it. Her hand snaked around your neck, applying immediate pressure before you could even realise.

“Do you want another?” She asked coldly, referring to the red mark now prominent on your cheek.

Fearfully, you shake your head as much as she allows you. “Then stop with the attitude.”

Ignoring your mumbled apologies, she leaned down to kiss you wetly, forcing your mouth open as she shoves her tongue inside.

“Move up.” She pushed you back up the bed, crawling atop you. You sighed, raising your hands to cup Wanda’s breasts spilling from her night slip.

“You want this?” She asked, rocking her hips so the silicone rubbed against your sodden panties.

You licked your lips before circling her hardened nipple. with your thumb. “Yes. Please.”

“Good girl.” She rolled over, moving up to the head of the bed. She sat back, against her pillows and patted her thighs. “Come here.”

You followed her, hands grabbing onto her shoulders. “Like this?” You lifted a leg, straddling across her hips.

“No. Up here.” She removed your hands putting them up on the headboard. “Don’t touch me until I say so.”

Wanda noticed your hesitancy, your eyes solely focused on what’s between her legs. It was bigger than what you usually took.

She guided you to sit slowly, fingers pulling your underwear to the side, feeling yourself stretch around her as you gasped at the intrusion.

“Feels good, baby?” She asked and once again you’re left speechless, only capable of nodding your head stupidly. “Yeah? Your face says it all.”

You rocked your hips slightly, the pleasure all too consuming to stay still much longer.

Wanda chuckled at the state of you, fighting the urge to slap your bottom just to see your timid self jump.

“Come on. Just ride me baby.”

And you did. Your initial shyness long forgotten as you gripped the headboard tighter, and lifted yourself almost all the way off her cock, before bringing yourself back down. You quickly worked yourself up to a steady pace, head dropping low to kiss Wanda hard on the mouth.

She enjoyed the view, tits bouncing within the confinement of your vest, as her dick disappeared inside your swollen pussy. She pushed her thumb against your covered clit, your movement faltering for a moment at the added pressure, before feeling your orgasm start to take over.

“Don’t.”

You heard her say and your eyes snapped open.“What?”

“Don’t come. Stop.” She grabbed your hips, stopping you from moving.

“What? Why?” You asked breathless. You could feel yourself pulse around her, your orgasm fading from view as your body willed you to move, to chase it.

“I told you.” She pressed a kiss to your lips. “I’m going to tease you. Now, start again. Go slow.”

You whimpered softly and began riding her again, trying not to go too fast. You managed a good pace, each thrust at the same speed as you rocked against her.

“Ah. Slower.”

You huffed, halting all together, before thrusting into what felt like too slow of a motion to make you come. Besides, your thighs had started to burn as you kept moving at this pace for what felt like hours.

“Wanda.” You mumbled, unable to hold onto the headboard any longer, your arms wrap tight around her shoulders, wanting to feel the woman pressed close against you.

She didn’t give you permission to touch but couldn’t find it within herself to reprimand you when you’ve been listening to her so well.

She stroked your curls from your face. “That’s a good girl.” She cooed soothingly, “Such a good girl. Tell me what you want.”

“I want to come.” You said, voice akin to a whine.

She pressed a few kisses across your face, “You’re going to have to ask nicer than that.”

You made a sound, something between a laugh and a sob, as tears fell down your cheeks. “Please, Wanda.” You paused, sinking further down until she was all the way inside you.

“Keep moving, baby.” She pulled your hips forwards and backwards. “Like this. Nice and slow.”

“So beautiful.” She whispered into your hair, trailing more kisses across your face until she reached your lips.

Your pleas fell on silent ears for a while longer as Wanda worked you up to your limit. Not wanting to overstimulate you but just pushing enough to see how far she can go. How far she can push you into that little headspace she wants to keep you in. “Okay, baby. You need to do exactly what I tell you, okay?”

You hummed and she continued. “You need to get off me and go lay down on your stomach.”

It took a second for your brain to compute what she said, but you did so willingly, and your cunt ached at the feeling of being so empty.

“Good girl. Now, on your knees, I need to put a pillow under your hips.” To which you did, as Wanda positioned her pillow under you. You went to lay down, all too familiar with this position, but hands on your waist stopped you.

A warmth spread across you as Wanda licked up your ruined underwear. The white cotton stuck to you she could see the outline of your pussy so vividly. She moaned at the taste, and you whined embarrassingly loud, pushing your hips back into her face, hoping she’d let you come this time. But she pulled always, as the telltale signs of your orgasm come forth, and knocked you off balance, falling into the soft duvet under you.

“I’m sorry, baby. I couldn’t help myself.” She ran soothing hands up and down your back, before pulling your underwear off of you.

She didn’t want to keep you waiting much longer, deciding two denials was enough for your first time.

“You taste so good, but I want you to come on my cock, okay? I promise Im going to let you come this time.”

You mumbled an okay and she took that as the initiative to slide into you. She slowly pulled out and drove back in, in a swift, hard motion, eliciting a loud, surprised moan from you. She repeated this for a little while, watching her dick disappear inside you, only pulling out to thrust back in with vigour, each time causing a moan to escape your lips.

“Please. Faster.” You managed to say and she took pity.

“Okay, baby. No more teasing.” She began thrusting vehemently into you, her own groans mixing with yours as the toy applied pressure to her nerves. Noticing how your body trembled, she leaned forward, the position allowing her to move deep inside your walls, as she boldly swiped her tongue over the shell of your ear, lightly biting the lobe.

One hand moved from beside your head, distributing some of her weight to your lower back as she sat up, the shift causing her to fuck up into the front of your walls.

“Come for me.”

To her surprise, you didn’t come right away. Your body too concerned with what felt like electric shocks as you thrashed under Wanda’s body.

Words melted into nothing as they were cut off by a strangled cry, tears streaming down your face onto the bed.

She turned you over, careful not to pull out as you’d clamped down on her, as she descended upon your lips. “Oh, my good girl.” Her lips moved up over your eyes, “You did so good for me.”

You chose to use what little energy left to wrap your arms around Wanda, pulling her flush to your body as you shook through the after waves.

She whispered sweet nothings as her fingers run upon and down your side until you calmed down.

“You okay, baby? You need anything?”

You hummed, exhaustion evident in your voice. “No, that was fun.” You kissed her lips, playfully poking your tongue at her.

“But you’re still a nerd.”

She scoffed but rolled over, not missing the way your grimace as she pulled out.

“I should’ve slapped you harder.” She mumbled, as she quickly discarded the toy, pulling the duvet over you both, fearing sleep would come quick with how long you guys had been at it.

Oh well, she’d just have to teach you a lesson some other day.

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lokisgoodgirl · 4 months

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Be Mine [Loki x Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: A morning meeting has an unexpected twist. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Language. Smutty. Avenger!Loki x Female Reader. Questionable flirting techniques. (w/c 2.8k)

The muscle at the side of Loki’s jaw flexed. He swallowed; an achingly glacial bob of his Adam’s apple making you want to claw your eyes out.

For some inexplicable reason he had opted to wear full leathers to today’s briefing.

It was seven nineteen in the AM. Thor was sporting a muscle vest boasting not one but three stains of varying complexity and a pair of shorts which left little to the imagination. Scott was wearing his dressing gown.

The rest of the team hung off chairs and flopped on the table in various states of undress. Steve stood at the head of the room as usual; prim and fresh in a crisp button-down and perfectly creased chinos.

“So what we’re seeing here,” Steve said, turning to the group from the Powerpoint, “is an up-tick in biological experiments-”

His eyes narrowed while they roamed over the doodling, distracted and hungover band sprawled around the table. “Lang.” he snapped. “Close your legs; there are ladies present.’

Scott shuffled up his seat, drawing the dressing gown down over his knees while mumbling apologies. A low rumble of mirth circled the room, but Loki’s gaze never left the Captain’s.

The curve of his dark lashes swept upward, features set in performative rapture. Loki's facial expression hadn’t changed as the scene unfolded, but for a miniscule twitch of his lip. Usually the two of you would exchange a few eye rolls; a few knowing smiles during a particularly turgid monologue about shoe storage post-mission...but not today. Today he hadn't even looked at you.

Steve sighed. He extended a finger and pushed his retractable pointer down to a stub. Pacing to the table, he dropped his head, laying his palms flat. When he looked up, disappointed-dad energy was thick in his eyes. “Folks, this just won’t do.” he said.

Natasha’s sunglasses slid down her nose. Scott crossed his legs making the swivel chair knock into Wilson and waking him up. The Falcon’s arms flew wide on instinct, whacking Tony in the chest. “Jesus Christmas-” Tony snorted, blinking wildly. “It was a party.” Natasha drawled, pushing the sunglasses back in place with disdain. “Maybe if you’d stayed after the cake you’d have those tight panties of yours in less of a spick, Rogers.”

“That’s Captain Rogers.” he snapped. “We’re on the clock.” “Calm down, Rogers.” Tony said, cresting his fingers. He was remarkably chipper for a man with whipped cream crusted in his hairline. “You’re all sitting on my clock. Remember that.”

Steve flushed scarlet. His eyes narrowed as Tony’s smirk grew.

“All I’m saying is it’s a sorry day when Laufeyson is the star pupil. Look at him!” Steve said, gesturing incredulously at Loki who remained in position; back straight, chin up. But now, one eyebrow arched. “All of you lot in your skivvies and Laufeyson’s in full dress?” Steve shook his head. “I fail to see the humour, Rogers.” Loki said. “Why is it so surprising that I come to our daily summons dressed thus? Certainly I have never presented myself in a tragic towelling monstrosity like Lang here.” “There was that one time with the silk nightie.” Sam whispered to Scott. Scott covered his mouth.

“A silk robe.” Loki snapped.

“Usually you only bring out the Asgardian shit when you’re brown-nosing. Or when you’ve done something shifty.” Natasha said, propping her chin up with a fist. You bet her eyes are closed. Wanda nodded behind her Starbucks.

“Or trying to impress someone,” the witch said. Natasha waved a finger in agreement. “Sexually.” Wanda added.

Loki released a scandalised snort. “How dare you.” he said. Leather creaked against his biceps as he folded his arms.

Beneath the table, your thighs squeezed together. The only thing hotter than Loki in leather, was an indignant Loki in leather. You suddenly became very aware of your quickened breaths making the buttons of your blouse strain. The god’s eyes darted to the side, meeting yours. “What?” he snarled. “Nothing.” you squeaked, swallowing. An awkward silence hung in the room. The scent of stale vodka suddenly seemed very strong. Steve sighed.

“Let’s call it for this morning-” he said, immediately met with muted hisses of celebration around the table. He patted down the air. “Rescheduled for this afternoon. Thirteen-hundred sharp. Wear clothes.” Approval turned to whines and hushed curses as chairs were swivelled and aching bodies shifted. “Unbelievable.” Loki snarled under his breath.

You watched out the corner of your eye as he stood; the flat of his iron stomach inches from your face. The scent of rich leather filled your nostrils while Loki’s fingers nipped beneath the hem of his tunic, tugging it down. He flipped the length of his cape with a sniff. You saw it swirl around his boots briefly as he stepped towards the window, clasping his hands behind his back.

Taking your time, you picked up each piece of carefully laid stationary at your seat. One by one, the rest of the team left the room. Steve was last, his hand hovering on the door handle while he shot you a wary look. As a parting gift, he opened the door wider. “You didn’t stay late?” Loki’s voice was a thick hum in the growing silence. His tone, inscrutable. “Huh?” “At the party.” he said. “You didn’t stay late.”

This time it wasn’t a question. “I usually head off when Thor starts making passes at everyone. I didn’t see you. Were you there?” “He did that?” Loki bristled. “To you?” There was a pause. “To everyone.” you repeated quietly. Loki’s shoulders stiffened. His fingers twitched, thumb digging into one exposed palm behind his back. He was still staring out the window.

“I’ll see you later.” you said, nerves fluttering in your belly. The god’s hair shortened as his chin dipped. You wondered how it would feel to wind those dark strands through your fingers as you rode him. Wondered how the grunts and signs and pretty curses from his lips would sound wet in your ear.

“No.” Loki said. “Excuse me?” “No,” he repeated.

You steadied against the table-top with the pads of your fingertips. Small stars began to burst in your field of vision. “I think the leather looks goo-good,” you stammered. And you didn’t know why.

The thought of him barring the exit of enemies in far flung realms using only that voice barged through the doors of your imagination with the force of a horny caveman. If that was the last sarcastic quip they heard, by god, you imagined they may just have died happy. And hard.

“It looks good.” you repeated, no more than a whisper. Loki turned his head. The sharp profile came into view at a glacial pace. First the peaked tip of his chin, then the slant of his regal nose, then the harsh peak of his cheekbone, then his eyes. Your ass met the table-top with a stumble. There was a small crease between his eyebrows. “Bold of you to make another jest without your compatriots around you, Agent.” he said. Across the short distance between you, venom dripped from his tongue; his hackles raised. “I wasn’t joking,” you said quietly as his gaze fell to your feet with a sneer. The quick breaths that made your buttons strain were back. Loki’s rising stare lingered on your breasts, a small smile tweaking at the corner of his mouth. Words tripped from your lips, forcing their way from behind your teeth. “I like it.”

Loki’s eyes narrowed. He turned fully with a ceremonial flourish, the hands clasped behind his back moving to the front and rippling his leather and silken cloak. It fluttered.

“Is that so?” he purred darkly. He didn’t believe you.

You imagined how this is how a rabbit felt in the eyeline of a fox. To look away was to admit weakness, vulnerability. It meant death. And yet – it was the only chance to escape. But did you want to escape? Not really. You wanted to feel the sharp of his teeth fasten to your neck as he sucked and bit and made violent love to every inch of you.

You nodded, not breaking eye-contact. Loki inhaled sharply, chin tilting up as he did so.

His eyes wandered over grim foam tiles as though an enemy lurked beyond the suspended ceiling. They narrowed, darting back and forth. With a thundering heart, you noted one of his heavy boots rise from the floor. He paced forwards slowly, ceremonially, stopping inches from you. Your fingers curled tight around the table’s edge, the messy in your panties beneath the skirt becoming intolerable. Loki cleared his throat. “Am I to understand, contrary to common rhetoric, that you find my Asgardian leathers enticing; Agent?” “I think ‘enticing’ is a little grandiose, is it not?” you laughed, cringing at the way you so easily mirrored his speech. Loki noticed it too. He tilted his head. “I am nothing if not grandiose, Agent.” Loki said. “Am I not impressive? Am I not imposing?”

He trailed a long finger down your bicep, his touch light as a feather. “So often, you mortals use such words as insult.” he mused.

“It is merely a reflection on your own feelings of inferiority. This morning is a perfect example. An attempt at ridicule to deflect from their own pathetic presentation. Each one more bedraggled and an abject embarrassment to their purpose than the last.” Heat began to rise in your cheeks as his finger drifted along your collarbone. There was a pause, his eyes dropping to your lips before the finger brushed the skin at the hollow of your neck. It graced upwards, tracing the curve and stopping beneath the tip of your chin. “But not you.” he said.

The god’s eyes snapped to yours. His cheekbones hollowed under fluorescent lights, mischief glowing from the depths of his irises and painted in every light wrinkle on his brow.

“What else do you like, Agent?” he goaded softly. “Do you like the idea of what lies beneath these leathers?” You swallowed thickly. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Loki-” you said, glancing towards the open door. He followed your eyes, rolling his own. With a flick of his hand the door slammed shut. “I want you,” he breathed, leaning closer so that the heat of his cheek warmed your own, “to tell me what else you like.”

You bit your lip, watching his beautiful face come back into view. With a prang, the thought occurred that perhaps you were not the rabbit after all. Perhaps you were the fox. Loki’s gaze lingered on your face, searching it.

Emboldened, you found the words. “Why should I?”

His brows peaked softly. He released a muted sigh, pursing his lips. “As much as I am loathe to admit it, Romanoff was right.” he said. The hand tilting your chin upwards returned to its mate, clasped against the leather tunic. “I was trying to impress someone, but not that insufferable Rogers.”

He raised his eyebrows.

Excitement blossomed deep in your belly; rising like shaken soda and fizzing around your chest. Loki bit his bottom lip.

“You see, Agent, I like you very much. And I’m afraid that now it has reached the juncture where I must know if you like anything about me...beyond my exquisite taste in battle armour.”

The change in his demeanour was so dramatic that you could only gape. But when it came to Loki, could you expect anything less? Without thinking you reached forward and grasped the belt slung over his chest, pulling him forward.

Loki’s mouth clashed with yours, the heat of his lips giving way to the thrust of his tongue. Your hands slid over his metal epaulettes, tangling in ebony waves that cascaded around his shoulders. He tasted like heaven, the scent of him deep and dangerously delicious in a way you’d never known. A scent a girl could lose herself in forever; gladly.

In seconds your back was flat against the table, its cool wood harsh against the heat of your skin through the blouse. Loki’s ravenous kiss consumed you, licking and dancing inside your mouth like a man possessed. His shallow moans ricocheted between slurps of his lips, wetness coating them.

“Tell me, you infuriating woman,” he panted as a thick forearm landed on the wood beside your head. The metal vambrace clanged against cheap wood. Saliva hung between your mouths as he stared deep into your soul; blue eyes darkening. “Tell me what you like.”

“About you?” you panted. Loki didn’t nod, only lowered his chin.

His nose nudged at your lips, dragging upwards, tongue tracing around the bottom one. He had begun to smile. One of his legs nudged your thighs wider. The god straightened and you felt a thrill run from your scalp to the tips of your dangling toes. He towered above like a monolith, leather tight to his rectangular body. Hair fell around his jaw, perfectly imperfectly wolfish curls flirting against his skin. His cape brushed against your bare calves as he shifted his stance, palms sliding up your thighs and pushing your skirt higher. “Yes; I like the idea of what’s beneath all this,” you whined as you pawed at his leather-clad stomach. It was so hard. Loki smirked, watching beneath half-lidded eyes. “I think about fucking you in the showers after training,” you whispered bashfully as your hips thrust up against your will. Loki raised an eyebrow. “More...” he rumbled. “I think about you all the time. All the awful things I want to do to you, y-you do to me- Loki, uhh-”

His hands crept higher as you spoke, fingers hooking around the hips of your panties. “If I pull these down, darling” he said with an air of reprimand, “will they be wet?” You let out a gasping moan, back arching against the table.

“Excellent.” Loki snickered, pulling the panties down the length of your legs before stepping back between them.

A hand flew to your mouth as you watched one long finger dip between your thighs, running lightly between your folds. He brought it to his lips, sucking gently. His cheekbones hollowed, finger slipping out. He swallowed with a groan of appreciation.

Loki settled himself between your legs, pushing them wider. The height of the table pressed your dripping centre against his crotch. You thought you might explode. His palms slid up your waist, exploring the curves of your body while your legs wrapped around his hips. The god’s cock pressed eagerly against the leather, strong and thick up the centre. His forearms came down at either side of your head, metal wrist-guards clinking.

“I will show you what it is to be mine,” he murmured in your ear.

Loki’s cock settled against your sex, rubbing in perfect gyration. “Oh...god,” you gasped as the weight of his body pressed against your own.

Fingers combed up from the base of his neck, tangling in his hair. The next moment, they grasped around his back, pulling him closer, catching in the folds of his cloak which draped across your bodies. The god grunted filthy praises in your ear as his bound manhood sent electric currents of pleasure deeper than you’d ever known. His searching lips found their way to your neck, your jaw. Every utterance from his throat more disgustingly sensual than the last. Hot leather filled your nostrils, the scent of him strong and intoxicating. Mounting orgasm bubbled in waves, a dream-like trance broken only with whispered groans of pleasure from your throats. Loki Laufeyson was about to make you cum. The thought was unbelievable. And yet, your pussy being tugged and massaged and owned by his leather-bound cock into the throes of heaven knew it to be true. Dry-humped like a teenager in the back of a pick-up.

“Be mine...” Loki mumbled breathlessly, a strangled choke gasping from deep in his chest. He immediately dove for a perishing kiss, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth and releasing it with a wet suck. He smouldered down.

Against the bright lights, his dark halo shone; tendrils curling against your cheek and brushing with every calculated roll of his hips. Every muscle in your body tensed. Your legs tightened against his hips.

“Be mine,” he echoed. His face was twisted, and you suddenly wondered how close he was to cumming in those beautiful leather pants. “Loki-” you gasped, clutching at his cape. Back arching, the last thing you heard as climax stormed your brain were the matching pants of the god. The last thing you saw were his peaked brows above dilated pupils so deep you could drown in them.

In the afterglow, all you could manage were garbled phrases as your forearm draped over your eyes. “That was...unexpected.” you panted when the god’s weight lifted from your chest. “Perhaps for you.” Loki winked. “It was very carefully calculated on my part,” You watched in dazed disbelief as Loki sank to his knees, leather creaking, and hoisted your hips higher. He lapped at your soaking pussy, muffled moans seeping from his throat as he buried himself in your fresh pleasure. The flat of his tongue licked a thick stripe from the base to your swollen clit, placing a gentle suck on the tip. His eyes flickered up, meeting yours.

“Immaculate, as expected.” he breathed. His chin glistened.

You groaned as he withdrew; grasping at the air as he went. That small caress of him against your sex was everything you could ever have dreamed. Loki let you reluctantly arrange yourself before offering his hand for the short hop off the table. “Not exactly how I imagined our first time,” you said with a sheepish smile. Loki scanned your face.

“Agent don’t be insulting. That was merely a sample,” he scoffed. “It barely counts.” He stepped forward, pulling you flush against him with a flat palm at the base of your spine. “We must ensure you have eaten something before more intimate activities are indulged in; lest you faint. Or worse.” “Or worse?” “You are only mortal, after all.” Loki smiled slyly. “And this,” he gestured to his cock; hard and straining against the leather, “can be rather a handful. As well can his Master.” You slapped him on the shoulder. Loki smirked. Remembering the unexpected schedule change, you frowned. “You think we have time before the meeting later?”

Loki snorted. “We’re not attending. The two of us fulfilled our obligations, unlike the more cretinous members of our party.” You raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to get me in trouble, I can tell.” Loki’s fingers danced up your back, a light thrust of his hips making your body keen. His dirty exhale flooded your ear, the warm scent of him overloading your senses.

“Oh Agent,” he purred against the skin; his eyes darting covertly to the pair of panties discarded on the floor. “As if you expected anything less.”

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wandamaximoffsbadgirl · 1 month

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The Witch's Bodyguard

(2) I hide and cower in the corner, conversations getting hard

Actress!Wanda Maximoff x Bodygaurd!Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda has to do an interview and is a little anxious about it

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: None this is just a set up and establish chapter

A/N: I'm so glad you're all looking forward to this series!

Taglist: @dorabledewdroop @rroyale-109 @wandanat01 @scarlizziee @nixxnsworld

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Your fist collided with the sand filled bag, stopping it dead in its tracks. Breathing hot and heavy after a two hour workout. You grabbed for your towel, sitting down to wipe away the sweat from your face as the feeling of a cold water bottle hit the side of your neck.

“I heard you finishing up so I figured I'd bring some water.” You hear Wanda say from behind you. Your tumbler is forgotten beside you as you take the bottle from her. You'd been here only a week, but Wanda quickly learned you're a creature of habit. The early wake up time, workouts that lasted the same amount each day. She was taking notice of the little things.

“Thank you. We have to go out for that interview soon, right?” You ask as you receive a nod. Your eyes flicked down to her hands. Her fingers fidgeting with the rings on her other hand. You could tell she was nervous, but it wasn't your place to say anything so you simply stand up. “I'll be ready in 10. Is Bucky ready?” Your voice is firm, commanding, but devoid of any unnecessary inflection. Bucky's reliability is another aspect of your job that you've come to depend on. Wanda simply nods as the two of you leave the at-home gym.

You head back to your room in the house, taking a quick five minute shower before dressing in your army pants, boots, and a plain white top. You also put on your bulletproof vest and holster your pistol.

As you swiftly gear up, the weight of the bulletproof vest is a familiar comfort against your chest. You've worn it through countless missions, and now it's become a staple of your attire as Wanda Maximoff's bodyguard. The pistol snug in its holster feels like an extension of your body, a tool of protection that you've trained with extensively.

Exiting your room, you find Wanda pacing in the living room, her nervous energy palpable. Bucky stands nearby, his posture relaxed but alert, a testament to his own years of military training.

"Ready to go when you are Ma’am," you state, your voice steady and authoritative. Wanda nods, her eyes briefly meeting yours before she gathers herself. She's still adjusting to having a constant shadow, someone who anticipates her needs before she even realizes them. You can sense her wariness, the uncertainty lingering beneath her composed façade.

As you escort Wanda to the awaiting vehicle you place your hand on the small of her back. A small gesture to reassure her that you’re here. You keep a vigilant watch on your surroundings. Every passerby is a potential threat, every noise scrutinized for signs of danger. It's second nature to you, this constant state of alertness, but you can see how it unnerves Wanda, the way she glances around nervously.

During the drive to the interview location, Wanda remains quiet, lost in her own thoughts. You respect her need for space, allowing her the silence she seeks while remaining vigilant for any potential threats. Bucky engages in small talk, attempting to lighten the mood, but you remain stoic, your focus solely on the task at hand.

Arriving at the interview venue, you scan the area, assessing the security measures in place. Satisfied with your observations, you usher Wanda inside, your presence a silent reassurance amidst the chaos of flashing cameras and eager reporters. Your hand once again finding it’s place on the small of her back.

Throughout the interview, you remain at the perimeter, a silent sentinel watching over Wanda's every move. You catch the subtle shifts in her demeanor, the way she navigates the questions. To most people she probably looked normal, but to you it was obvious she was anxious as she waited for questions to come her way with her other coworkers. She fidgeted with her rings again as she looked over the crowd. When she catches your eye you can fully see the panic and you do something that surprises you both. You make a silly face and she starts smiling with her brows furrowed. So you make another and get a chuckle out of her. It made you happy to be able to ease her tensions.

As the interview draws to a close, you guide Wanda and Bucky back to the vehicle. Once safely inside, you exhale a silent breath of relief, the tension slowly dissipating from your shoulders. You looked over at Wanda you also seemed to be much more relaxed now that it was over.

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You sit in the dim glow of the fire, the crackling flames casting dancing shadows across the room. The warmth seeps into your bones, a comforting embrace after the long day's work. With a book in hand, you delve into its pages, immersing yourself in a world far removed from the reality of your duties.

The rhythmic tapping of keys fills the room as Wanda works diligently on her laptop, her focus unwavering. You steal a glance at her from time to time, noting the furrow of her brow as she concentrates. There's a sense of determination about her, a drive to excel in everything she does.

The silence between you is companionable, each lost in your own thoughts yet connected by the shared space. It's a rare moment of tranquility amidst the chaos of your lives, a chance to simply be without the weight of the world pressing down upon you.

As the night stretches on, the fire burns lower, casting elongated shadows that dance along the walls. You reach for your cup of tea, the warmth seeping into your hands as you take a sip. The aroma of chamomile fills the air, soothing and calming.

Eventually, Wanda closes her laptop, the soft click of the lid echoing in the quiet room. She stretches, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she settles back into her chair. You close your book, marking your place with a gentle touch before setting it aside.

"Long day," Wanda remarks, her voice breaking the silence. You nod in agreement, the events of the day still fresh in your mind. Despite the challenges, you feel a sense of accomplishment, knowing that you've kept her safe once again.

"But a good day," you reply, your voice low yet filled with assurance. Wanda meets your gaze, a hint of gratitude shining in her eyes. In that moment, you realize that despite the differences between you, there's a mutual respect that binds you together. "Time for bed?" You ask, but Wanda shakes her head, making you raise an eyebrow.

"A little longer." Her voice is soft. "Just want to relax without work for a bit. Let my mind shut off." She looked at you, eyes looking so tired. Like she could fall asleep in her chair as she curled up her legs and rested her chin on her hand to look over at the fire.

You let her be, picking your book back up to read a little more. It was only a few minutes until you heard her breathing even out, looking up from your book to find her asleep. A small smile on your face. This seemed to be a thing. Half of the week Wanda was falling asleep somewhere other than her bed and you'd have to take her to bed.

You lift Wanda effortlessly, her slight frame feeling feather-light in your arms. She stirs slightly as you gather her, her grip tightening instinctively as she nestles closer to you. Her warmth seeps into your skin, a comforting presence amidst the quiet of the night.

As you ascend the stairs to her room, you navigate with ease, your steps sure and steady. Wanda's soft breaths tickle the nape of your neck, a gentle reminder of her vulnerability in this moment of repose.

Reaching her bedroom door, you push it open with a gentle nudge, the soft click echoing in the stillness of the night. The room is bathed in moonlight, casting a silvery glow upon the familiar surroundings.

Carefully, you lower Wanda onto her bed, tucking the covers around her with a tender touch. She sighs contentedly, her features relaxed in sleep. For a moment, you simply watch her, the moonlight casting shadows across her peaceful face.

With a sigh, you turn away, leaving her to her dreams. It's become a routine, this silent vigil over her rest, a duty you've come to embrace with quiet determination.

Exiting her room, you pause in the hallway, your gaze lingering on the closed door. In the stillness of the night, you can't help but feel a sense of protectiveness wash over you, a silent vow to always keep her safe.

With one last glance, you continue down the hallway, the echo of her soft breathing lingering in your mind. As you settle into your own room, you can't help but reflect on the complexities of your role as her protector, the unspoken bond that binds you together even in the darkest of hours.

And as sleep finally claims you, you find solace in the knowledge that for tonight, at least, she rests easy under your watchful gaze.

#ley speaks #ley writes #ley writes series #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x you #celebrity!wanda #bodyguard!reader #the witch's bodyguard #TWB

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d3arapril · 7 months

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modern!ellie headcanons

my take on modern ellie. why? cos i love her 🙄 pls enjoy! feedback appreciated as alwayssss~ <3

✧ warnings: brief we3d mention but other than that, none! just ellie being ellie. safe for all audiences!

ellie was quite reserved when u first met and now ur dating she can still shut down sometimes but she's working on it

she's quiet if she doesn't know u...if ur close... ur gonna wish u weren't

literally NEVER shuts up sometimes?? she can be like one of those wind up toys and chatter on and on for HOURS if she's in the right mood

knows random facts about the most obscure things

"babe did u know that there are more than 60,000 tree species on earth??" *silence* "uhhh.... thanks el?"

CHRONICALLY ONLINE!!! knows every meme under the sun, would still use xD un-ironically if u didn't bully her for it

her tiktok screentime is probably like 7 hours a day bc she could spend endless hours just laying in bed scrolling, u get home from work/school and she's sent u 30 messages. u watch every single one <3

she's fairly active on instagram but doesn't really care about followers etc... just posts random photos whenever she feels like it and has several photo dumps dedicated to her fav pics of u. has a highlight called ‘❤️’ with pics of u

would comment on other ppls tiktoks but not post her own vids.. she’s a bit of a troll sometimes LOL

bites her nails/fingers all the time til they bleed... it's a habit

u got her the nail polish that tastes nasty to try and help her reduce the amount she bites her nails but she just started enjoying the taste of it 😐

"i thought this was supposed to taste bad???" she'd ask u with a thumb shoved in her mouth

so obviously gets bitches but is so oblivious to her surroundings and doesn't notice people ogling at her whenever you're walking around together

however if people are looking at u?? its on sight

gets very jealous very easily and has a mad short temper. lowkey toxic sometimes

will wear an 'i love my girlfriend' t-shirt without even being asked because..she loves u..duh?

leaves u notes all around ur home... u open the fridge and she's written on the empty carton of milk that she left in the fridge :/

'i love u ps were out of milk :('

wears flannels/hoodies, vests/plain tshirts and baggy jeans (maybe skinny jeans if she’s feeling crazy. u tell her she’s outdated) with converse every day. 'lesbian uniform' she calls it...

carabiner queen but doesn't actually have any keys attached to it, just keychains... her fav is the spiderman one she won at the arcade. also has a fidget cube attached. Locked And Loaded

tobey maguire is her favourite spiderman :) closely followed by andrew garfield. she says she’d probably have a crush on him if she liked boys. also loves wanda.. obviously

listens to old 2016 rap.. fetty wap has been in her top 5 spotify artists for the past 2 years

also listens to deftones (her fav songs are teenager and cherry waves btw)

uses wired earphones still because she can’t let go.. they’re busted and chewed up to hell but somehow are still going strong

i’m a strong believer that ellie would LOVE watching berleezy and quotes his videos ALL THE TIME. it's "..and bricked.... hello!" whenever she sees u looking nice (which is all the time to her)

knows all the fnaf lore (somehow?? shes never even played it)

super light sleeper, always tossing and turning and she's actually fallen out of bed several times bc she gets so ridiculously restless

always sleeps in until she only has around 15 mins left to get ready. is somehow rarely late

she has no skincare routine but has perfect skin 🙄 just washes her face with some random cheap face wash she found on sale and moisturises when she remembers. she also doesn’t use conditioner bc she ‘doesn’t believe in it’ but has soft hair? tf

always staring at u? she frowns a lot but when she looks at u her entire face softens and she has that lil half smile that she doesn’t even realise she’s doing

u guys have an intricate secret handshake that she practised in her own time so she could get it right

her journal is full of sketches of u, poems about u… girl is so in love sometimes it scares her a lil

made a scrapbook for ur birthday full of everything she’s kept from everywhere u have been together, she even kept the stickers from ur starbucks drinks and stuck them in there <3

wrote a lil song for u and waited until ur bday to sing it to u for the first time… she got so embarrassed straight after so she just hid under the covers

big ol stoner! if u dont like weed she won’t smoke when she’s with u but if u also smoke/don’t mind she’ll loooove to smoke w u. gave u her fav grinder as a token of her love

tried to make special brownies but u both burnt them to a crisp 😔 el tries so hard to be optimistic (for once) “it’s fine babe we can just eat it anyway” “ellie it’s literally crumbling when u touch it…”

tried to stick n poke herself several times but couldn’t commit so she just has unfinished pieces on her upper thighs

loves head scratches and pants like a dog when u scratch the right spot

is this emoji 🧍🏼‍♀️ frequently

that’s all folks (for now……) …. i love her

#ahhhh shes silly goofy and unstable. i love her #ellie #my writing #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams headcanons #tlou headcanons #tlou fic #tlou x reader #the last of us x reader #ellie williams smut #sorryyy tagging this again #only way 2 get stuff seen :(#ellie tlou

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bellaveux · 7 months

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kiss of a vampire | w. maximoff

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: injured and alone, wanda finds herself out in the middle of the night, searching for the one person she can trust to help her. on that night, you find out what she truly is.

content warnings: 18+ minors dni. vampire!wanda, human!reader, victorian era, blood, very tiny mentions of homophobia, loss of virginity (?), smut! making out, biting, marking?, soft sex, fingering and oral (r receiving), praising

wc: 3.9k

note: surprise this is my singular contribution for kinktober hehe, happy halloween everyone!

Fall of 1863 in New York was more or less an uneventful time of the year for you. Your mother insists you read as many books as you can find in the manor’s library, and your father insists you go out and attend all those fancy balls and infernal tea parties—all in an effort to make you more presentable for any of your future suitors. It made sense for them to do so. Your mother was a respectable woman in the town, and she married your father, a man of riches, all thanks to that company he founded many years ago. You could honestly care less, not really having to do anything but read your books all day. Occasionally, in the evening when the sun has already set and you got too fed up with turning pages, you went out for a walk down that nice, pebbled trail through the woods, leading you down to that stone bridge over the river.

That’s where you met her. Wanda.

The moon was out. The sun was gone. She didn’t wear a fancy dress like you did the first time you saw her. She wore an unbuttoned vest over her white, well-made dress shirt, black pants, and riding boots to match. Her hair was red, and for a moment, you thought her eyes were the same color. It went away when you blinked, and suddenly, her eyes were green. You had never seen a woman like her before, much less someone similar in town. All the ladies and their voluminous skirts really only had boys, and gossip filled their daily conversations. It was tiring to be around them, but being with Wanda was relieving.

She told stories. Of adventures. Of distant lands you could barely imagine. She’d tell you about the sea, the moon, and the world beyond this little town you lived in. You found solace during your time with her, and you began to look forward to your walks through the woods every evening you could. She’s always there. Like she knows everything… She was your friend. And each time you met her, your heart beat faster than you’d like to admit, and your stomach fluttered whenever you thought about her. You always wondered, does she feel the same? You supposed you’d never find out, because who in their right mind would confess to having feelings for another woman?

Forbidden. Unthinkable. Criminal. That’s what they would say about you. So, you stayed quiet.

During the latest hours of the night, sometimes you’d see the glow of torches outside your window. You hear the noises first. A woman screaming. Pitchforks and shovels thrown up in the air, metal and iron clinking against each other. The sounds of arrows cracking through wood. Monsters, your father would say. They lurk out in the night, waiting and waiting until they come up to their prey and kill… You’ve heard the stories of those vampires, wolves, demons or whatever it is they are. You found it hard to believe. Even more so that so many people are afraid of what they probably haven’t even seen.

But then you see Wanda again. Not on your walk through the woods. Not on the bridge. A quiet knock is what you hear first. You look up from your book in surprise, then see her outside your window, clutching her shoulder in pain. She’s seated on the edge of your window on the other side of the glass, giving you a weak smile despite seeing how confused and worried you were. You rushed over and opened the window immediately, telling her to get in—of course, after you yelled—or whispered, really—at her for showing up at this ungodly hour.

“What in heaven’s name are you doing here?” You exclaimed as you pulled her into your room.

But the moment she winced in pain, you immediately pulled your hands back, afraid that you might have hurt her. You watch her move to lean against the wall underneath the window. She sighs in relief, still clutching her shoulder. Your gaze falls to her hand, right where you see the stains of red seeping through her dress shirt.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” she says through gritted teeth.

“You’re bleeding…” You think out loud, carefully watching her as you hold your breath.

The faint glow of torches outside your window shows up in the corner of your eye—people bustling loudly in your street. You could see Wanda duck even further beneath your window, staring up at the ceiling as you began to put two and two together.

“No…” You shake your head and take a few steps back. “You’re the one they’re looking for, aren’t you?”

Wanda’s gaze softened as she turned to you. Her mouth opened for a moment to say something, but she sighed and laughed sheepishly to herself as she shook her head. Then, you see it in her smile.

She looked up at you again, with those kind and caring eyes you’ve seen on her from the moment you met her, “Please, don’t be afraid of me.”

“Your teeth…”

“I know,” she nodded. “But, I need your help. Please. I’m begging you.”

You didn’t know what to do. “Wanda.”

“They’ll come after me if you tell me to leave, (Y/n),” she reasoned, leaning up to show you she was telling the truth.

“Did you… Have you killed someone?” You could barely get it out.

“No!” She said, “I-I haven’t hurt anyone, I promise you! I-It’s my brother. I’ve been looking for him. He’s…”

“He’s what?”

Wanda sighs and turns away from you in shame. “He’s hungry. We… We haven’t eaten in weeks. He’s got a bigger appetite than I do… I-It’s harder to control him. I think he might’ve hurt someone tonight.”

You stare at her. Her eyes were red now. Her breathing was heavy. Her fangs darted out slightly past her parted lips. You take a second to process what she had just told you. And in truth, you should’ve been scared. You should have been throwing her out of the manor, calling for your father to deal with such a monster.

But to you, she was still… just Wanda. If she wanted to kill you, you’d imagine she’d already done it by now.

You left for a moment to head into your washroom in the corner your room where you tried to find all of the medical supplies you currently had. It wasn’t much—a wet rag, a few bandage wraps, and a kit for stitches. You returned with all the items in your arms, and Wanda looked up at you with a thankful smile.

You sat on the floor with her, your white nightgown bunching up against the wooden paneling. “I… I have bandages—”

Wanda shook her head, looking down to avoid your eyes. “Thank you… But, that won’t help.”

“What will?”

Her eyes bore into yours, but her mouth doesn’t move. She has that look on her face that tells you she's too embarrassed to say or ask for it. Her hands squeezed her shoulder in pain, trying to stop the bleeding.

“Tell me, Wanda.” You say firmly, your gaze unwavering, and for a second, you thought she was intimidated by you. She was, in truth, because of her feelings for you.

“Blood.”

You pause. Then, she repeats it again.

“Blood will… replenish my energy. I haven’t eaten, so I’m weak. On a good day, this wound would not even phase me.”

“My blood?”

Wanda nods. Your prolonged silence tells her that there is no way in hell you’d allow her. Her love for you has her hoping for the best outcome—that you’d have mercy on her and help her relieve the pain. But then again, you don’t owe her anything, and this was a lot to ask. The idea of asking felt impossible even though Wanda had already mentioned it, worried that you might refuse or be horrified by the notion.

“Okay.”

She blinks at you. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. As long as you don’t turn me into a vampire or anything. I don’t mean it to offend you, but it would... complicate things.”

She nods once again, more eagerly this time. “You don’t have to worry about that. That’s, um… That’s a completely different process.”

“Okay,” you repeat, scooting closer to her, looking down at your dress and your hands as you begin to wonder if you should get a knife. “I-I’m not sure how to… do this.”

“Your neck.” She tells you. Of course.

You don’t ignore the way her red eyes darken and the way her ears perk up in excitement as you move your hair carefully to one side.

“Is it going to hurt?”

Wanda’s gaze softened at your words, “I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

She watches you nod and holds her breath as she inches closer to you. Your sweet scent fills her nose with a much stronger fragrance than ever before. She has always loved the way you smelled. It soothed her in ways many other things couldn’t. It was divine, enveloping her senses each time she was near you, and she found herself utterly addicted. She had never been this close before tonight, her breath tickling the side of your neck. She could hear your heart beating fast as she moved closer.

You braced yourself, your heart pounding in anticipation for the expected pain of a vampire’s hungry bite. But it didn’t come. Instead, you felt Wanda’s soft, warm lips meet your skin, kissing it so gently in a way that sent shivers down your spine. You could feel her other hand, resting itself on the curve of your waist. Your breath caught in your throat, and your lips parted slightly as Wanda continued to press her mouth to your skin, littering your neck with the softest kisses she could possibly give you. You couldn’t help but notice the frailty and gentleness of her touches and her kisses, as if they were delicate and almost fragile.

Wanda was lost in the feeling of your skin. Every kiss left her craving for more, and she found herself losing control of the overwhelming desire she had been suppressing for so long.

You were so distracted by the soft kisses she left on you that you barely noticed the faint, almost imperceptible sensation of Wanda’s fangs piercing your skin. She was so gentle, and you expected much less when she had promised, but this… It felt too good. A moan slips past your lips as Wanda bites into you. Her first taste of your blood was nothing short of divine. So sweet. So warm. The most delicious thing she had ever put her mouth on. The flavor of you was unlike anything she had ever experienced, and it sent shivers of pleasure coursing through Wanda’s body. Every second that passed as she drank from you, Wanda began to feel her weakened body begin to mend itself. It was as if your blood had breathed life back into her. Wanda’s senses sharpened, and she felt a profound sense of rejuvenation. The pain in her shoulder began to fade away.

Wanda pulled away from your neck, running her tongue softly against the bite, before turning to look at you. The prettiest thing she ever laid her eyes on.

And Wanda couldn’t resist. She pressed her lips gently against yours and sighed against you. You gasp at the feeling as she places her hands over your waist, then down to your hips, pulling you closer against her. A soft moan falls from your mouth and into hers, and Wanda can’t help but groan. She swiped her tongue on your bottom lip, and naturally, you opened up for her, letting her in to explore the expanse of your mouth, the slight taste of iron on her tongue.

Your lips were parted slightly, and your eyelids felt heavy. But you started to feel weak and lightheaded. You found yourself leaning towards Wanda’s touch, unable to hold yourself up without tipping over, and the next thing you knew, she gently scooped you up and carried you to her bed with her mouth still pressed against yours. Kissing you became the next addicting thing for her. Wanda hovered over you as she laid you down on your back.

She pulled away from the kiss and smiled softly, “You’re so beautiful.”

Her lips traveled down to your neck once more, kissing your skin softly as she felt your arms wrap around her neck. This time, you feel it when she bites you again, unable to stop the moan that escapes your mouth. Wanda smiled as she continued to drink softly from you, her hand reaching up behind your dress to pull at the string that was holding your nightgown together as you arch your back and pressed your front against her. Your dress comes loose with a simple tug, and your cheeks flush, a deep shade of red donning your face as you feel Wanda’s hand cupping and groping your breast over the fabric.

After she pulls away, Wanda kisses your skin again, her lips traveling further south and her face coming up in between your plush breasts. She moans against you, your scent filling her nose in the most addicting way. She could smell you. How aroused you were. How wet you were. And tonight, despite all that you’ve given her, she was feeling a little greedy.

“I want you. I want to make you feel good,” she tells you, her voice all breathy against your skin. “I want to touch you.”

“Please,” you begged her, running your hands in her hair as she began to pull the dress off of you, agonizingly slowly.

When your body comes into full view, Wanda can’t help but stare. She mutters a curse under her breath before letting her fingertips run along your stomach, your nipples, your hips, and your thighs, and Wanda feels like she’s in heaven.

“Stop staring,” you say, pouting shyly as the vampire continues to ogle you.

She only smiles, fangs darting past her lips, “I can’t, angel. You look so pretty like this.”

Wanda leans down to litter your skin with wet kisses and small bruises. She eventually makes her way down to your legs, holding your plush thighs in her hands, and she kisses you, running her tongue over each part that she kisses. You allowed her to spread your knees apart, exposing your glistening sex to her shyly as she leans over, her kisses traveling closer and closer to your wet core.

“Spread your legs wider,” she said, unable to take her eyes off of you.

You do as she says, your hands now gripping your bedsheets slightly. Her fingers make their way in between your folds, softly touching your opening. She lets them move up and down, collecting your slick and spreading it all over, down in between and up to your clit, where she presses slightly harder against your bundle of nerves. She sees you when you bite your lip to stop a moan from falling past your lips. Wanda smiled at the sight. Her love bites are littered all over your skin; the bite on your neck looked more delicious than ever, and your pretty face looked up at her like she was the only one who could ever make you feel like this. Hell, it drives her crazy.

With a new sense of determination, Wanda finally slips her cold finger into you, your tight and warm walls wrapping around her digit. She sighs and leans forward to lay her head against your tummy, watching closely as she pushes her finger in, then pulling out with a squelch.

“You’re so wet for me,” she thinks aloud.

She groans, listening to the delicious sounds of your softest whimpers as she fingers you. Another finger slips inside of you, pulling them in and out of your pussy at a faster pace. Your breathing got heavy. You could feel your stomach getting tighter, but before you could come undone, Wanda pressed her thumb to your clit, working you up to your orgasm. Her fingers are long, and she can’t help but add another one into your tight, dripping sex. Her other hand holds your quivering thigh down as you tremble against her.

“W-Wanda, I’m—”

Your mouth falls open at the feeling of being filled up with her fingers. She’s much faster now, curling her fingers into your walls sloppily as she continues to press your clit, pushing you closer and closer to your high. And then, it comes. Wanda travels up and kisses you, swallowing your moans as you fall apart on her fingers, cumming all over her hand. Your back arched and your legs jerked closed as she pushed your legs back open.

Wanda carefully pulls her fingers out of you, but she doesn’t stop rubbing your clit, making you shiver against her. She rubs it in tight circles as her kisses travel back down to your neck, where she takes another greedy bite into your skin, welcoming the taste of your divine blood into her mouth once again. She groans when you pull her hair slightly, getting drunk off of your essence and the way your hands feel on her head.

When she pulls away, she kisses you again. And when she pulls away for a third time, she makes her way down your body, traveling through the valley of your breasts, over your stomach, and then her destination—back in between your legs. Her nose nuzzles against your clit, your scent filling her senses all over again.

“W-Wait, Wanda this is…”

You had never done this before. And now that Wanda was face to face with your glistening pussy, you got shy. Wanda only looks up at you and smiles, pressing gentle kisses along your inner thigh.

“I want you,” she reminds you, pulling you closer to her face. “I want to be the first one that makes you feel good. I want it to be me. Only me. Inside of you. I want to see how pretty you’ll look when I have my mouth on you.”

She says it so absentmindedly, her eyes not leaving the sight of your pussy as she spreads your lips apart with her thumbs. You couldn’t help but blush at her words, your face getting hotter each time you felt her breath on your pussy. You felt like time was ticking so slowly, with Wanda staring at you for what felt like hours. You grew tense with anticipation, waiting and waiting for her to do something. And when she finally does, your jaw drops, and a silent moan falls from your mouth. Wanda memorizes every little noise you make, the way you arch your back, or the twitch of your thigh.

She was in heaven. Your inner thighs glistened with arousal as she held you down against your bed, noting the way your hands made their way back to her red hair. Your body was a hot, trembling mess right underneath her as she devoured you, licking every space she could reach with her tongue.

When Wanda looks up and sees your mouth wide open in silent screams, arching your back off of the mattress, your soft hand tugging at her locks in a pitiful attempt to slow her down, she knows you’re close. She grew desperate. She keeps licking you, eager to get you closer and closer to your climax. You’re chanting her name as quietly as you can, eyes closed shut as the pleasure keeps building and building inside of you.

“Wanda, I-I’m about to—”

You whimpered, your legs closing around Wanda’s head. She hummed into your pussy and continued to eat you out right as you came into her mouth. She ran her tongue through your folds and over your clit softly, easing you through your orgasm with a satisfied moan. Wanda practically forced herself away from your sex, wishing for nothing but more time with you. She pulled back and sat on her legs to stare at the beauty right in front of her. She rubbed your soft thighs in soothing circles with her hands as she smiled down at you. You trembled slightly, still shaking from the orgasm she had given you.

You reached out to her, your weak arms lifting from the bed, wanting to be in her embrace again. She obliged happily, leaning down to hover over you once again. Wanda kissed you up your neck, to your jaw, and, lastly, to your lips, the taste of you still lingering on her tongue. She moaned against you and smiled into the kiss when she felt your hands slide from her neck to cup her face.

Then, you remembered.

You pushed her away softly, just so you could look at the blood stain on her shirt, where an arrow had struck her earlier tonight.

“I’m okay, now,” you heard her say.

Running a slow and gentle hand over her shoulder, you took a peek, pulling the fabric down a little bit to see her wound, but nothing was there.

“It’s gone,” you said in awe.

Wanda smiled softly at you as you continued to inspect her shoulder. You looked so beautiful. So unafraid of her. And it made her the happiest woman on Earth. She sighs and leans down to pepper a few kisses on your cheek, still surprised by her healing abilities. But you got distracted again, feeling her soft lips against your skin. The light of a candle on your night table danced across the room as she kissed you. Wanda was so gentle. Like she promised.

After a moment, Wanda turned to look out your bedroom window, where she had come in. Her senses immediately took notice of how quiet it was and how dark it was outside. The night embraced the world outside of your bedroom, blackness stretching as far as her eye could see. It was different from the warmth she felt in this sim room—a room with you, her love. It reminded her of the world and now, the secrets you both carried together.

Your voice pulled her out of your thoughts. “You have to go, don’t you?”

Wanda smiled, knowing you already knew the answer to your own question. “Your mother would throw a fit if they found me here.”

You shake your head and roll your eyes at the thought, smiling sadly as you begin to play with the fabric of her shirt.

“I’ll come see you again, angel. I promise you.”

“Tomorrow?” You ask, looking up at her with hopeful eyes.

Wanda turned her attention back to you, and her heart skipped a beat. You were the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Unable to stop herself, she leaned down and kissed you once more.

“Tomorrow,” she said firmly.

With one final, lingering kiss on your lips, Wanda whispered three little words. Then, with a graceful and silent movement, she made her way over to the window through which she had entered. Wanda disappeared into the night, leaving the room she made love to you in. You lay in bed, contentment washing over you as a soft smile played on your lips. She was different from the stories you’d hear about vampires. People called them monsters, and even though you only knew Wanda, she was miles and miles away from being one.

You missed her already.

But just as she promised, you saw her again the next day. This time, with more kisses and closer encounters.

— navigation!

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gingiesworld · 7 months

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Sex Party (Kinktober)

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: Smut. Amab! Reader

Taglist: @bababaka @natashaswife4125 @natashamaximoff-69 @wizardofstories @canvascoloredin @wandanats-goodgirl @the-ox-fan20 @marvelogic @louxbloom

18+ MINORS DNI

Wanda Maximoff was famous for throwing her famous parties for her friends. All usually in need of a break from their relationships amd everyday lives. But this party, Wanda had decided to hire a stripper, setting the dining room up with a pole as her friends helped with the chairs before they all disappeared to get themselves undressed and in just a robe as Wanda finished up.

Once the doorbell had rung, Wanda headed straight towards the door, smiling as the stripper stood before her with their bag.

"Come in." Wanda gestured for them to follow her upstairs. "I know I said it was a bachelorette party but it isn't. It's kind of hard to explain but it is a kind of sex party." Wanda informed them. "Is that ok?"

"You've already paid me so of course." Y/N told her with a smile as she led them to her room.

"This is my room, just the others are all being used." She told them. "Just get yourself ready and meet me at the bottom of the stairs." With that, she left them alone to get ready in their leather vest and bottoms. Once they had finally got themselves finished, they soon met Wanda at the foot of the stairs. Wanda had also changed into just a robe.

"So, is everything ready?" Y/N questioned as Wanda nodded with a gentle smile. Gesturing for them to follow her, they noticed the room was full of women in just robes as they started the music. Getting into their routine as Wanda disappeared. They watched as the women soon started to touch themselves, giving Y/N a full view of their intimacy which soon caused their cock to harden. Especially when they all started to make out as Wanda came back with a box in her arms.

Y/N couldn't believe it as they watched women fuck each other in all positions. The moans became louder than the music playing. As Y/N stripped, they soon caught sight of Wanda, sat before them with her legs wide open, a vibrator in her hand as she also played with her breasts, her lip between her teeth as she watched Y/N's every move. Her eyes landing on their hardened cock as she came with a loud moan. Once she had calmed down, she sauntered over to Y/N, her robe open as their eyes travelled up and down her naked form.

"Do you like it?" She asked them as she stood before them. All they could do was nod as Wanda's hand soon found their cock through their underwear. Their eyes closed as she squeezed their member before she leaned up into their ear. "I bet you would love to fill me up." They groaned at her words. "You can if you want to. Right here. Right now."

Y/N watched as Wanda walked backwards a couple of steps, setting herself down on the floor before them with her legs wide open. Teasing herself with a finger before she sucked it.

"All wet and waiting for you." She told them as they soon stepped closer. Removing their last bit of clothing before they hovered above her.

"Are you sure this is ok?" They asked her as they gazed into her green irises.

"I want you to fuck me on this floor." Wanda told them as she held onto their strong shoulders before running one hand down their front and guiding their cock to her entrance. The two moaned when they bottomed out, the feeling was mind blowing alone as Wanda held them close to her. "Fuck me." She told them, which they soon started to thrust their hips hard, gripping onto Wanda's waist as they went faster and deeper.

Wanda moaned when they lifted one of her legs over their shoulder, hitting a new angle as they brushed over her g spot. A gutteral moan leaving her lips as they continued. Y/N watched as a red headed woman sauntered over and kissed Wanda's unresponsive lips before she lowered herself down over Wanda's face. She turned to face Y/N as she started to ride Wanda's tongue. Moaning as she leaned forward and captured their lips in her own, they felt Wanda clench around them and spasm beneath them as she came. Y/N kept going as they looked intensely into the red head's eyes as they never gave Wanda a chance to calm down as the red head came with a loud moan. Just watching her sent Y/N over the edge as they filled the woman beneath them with their seed. Kissing the woman before them before she moved off of Wanda, who was panting as her face was full of the other woman's arousal. Y/N leaned down and licked the arousal before forcing their tongue in Wanda's mouth, moaning at the taste of the other woman. Smirking as they pulled out, helping Wanda to her feet before they grabbed their things and got ready to leave as the party was still on going. Finding an envelope with their bag with an extra payment and a note.

'Maybe we can have you back for the next one ;)'

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sycamorelibrary754 · 8 months

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We're a Family

Summary: You and Natasha are taking your first vacation since the birth of your 5-year-old daughter. While you and Natasha are off on a romantic getaway to Paris for your anniversary, how will your Avengers family handle watching your daughter for the weekend?

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Romance

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Some mentions of grief.

A/N: Thank you so much for the positive feedback on Come Home to Me! I hope to keep writing as I feel inspired and have time. This story takes place after the events of Endgame. Tony survived defeating Thanos with the Snap, and Steve brought Natasha back after returning the Soul Stone to Vormir.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Natasha questioned for the third time that Friday morning, as you gather the last of the essentials together for your 5-year-old daughter to take to the Avengers Compound. You and Nat were taking your first vacation together since the birth of your child in celebration of your wedding anniversary. Understandably, your wife was struggling with the idea of leaving your daughter. It was all you could do to convince Natasha to drop her off at preschool, let alone leave her overnight.

“Love, we’ve talked about this. It’s only for the weekend, Mila is going to have a great time. Besides, there is nowhere safer for her to be than surrounded by Avengers. You trust them with your life”, you remind her reassuringly as you rub gentle circles on her back.

“Exactly. My life, not my child,” Nat muttered.

It had been five years since you gave birth to your and Natasha’s daughter. From the moment you both laid eyes on her your whole world changed. Soon after, Nat transitioned into semi-retirement with guidance from Clint. She was still available for daily mission consultation or if the situation was dire, but you and Mila are her number one priority now.

You heard little feet padding down the hall, as your daughter runs into your bedroom. Her red curls bounced up on down on her head “I'm ready Mommy and Mama!” Mila squealed.

“Oh, Moya Lyubov, you look so pretty! Did you dress yourself this morning?” Natasha asked, getting down to her level.

“Yes! I wanted to match Auntie Yelena!” as she showed off her mini black vest that Yelena made her for her last birthday, worn expertly over her pink tutu.

“Auntie Yelena is going to love it, sweetheart. You’re going to have so much fun with your aunts and uncles this weekend,” hugging her tight.

After packing your luggage in the car, you make the short drive to the compound. FRIDAY greets you as you exit the main elevator. “Good morning Ms. Romanoff, Ms. Y/L/N.” The team is awaiting your arrival in the common room.”

“Thank you, FRIDAY,” you replied, as Mila lets go of Natasha’s hand and runs ahead of both of you, having been here several times already in her young life.

As you enter the room, you see Wanda and Vision in the kitchen as the smell of freshly baked cookies wafts through the air. Peter and Kate are playing video games, Bucky and Sam are playing cards with Clint, and Steve is quietly reading Moby Dick.

“Little spider!” Yelena called out as she entered the room and Mila runs into her arms.

“Auntie Yelena! Do you like my outfit? I got dressed all by myself!”

“I love it malyshka, so much cooler than Mama’s outfit,” Yelena says, as she side-eyes her older sister with a smile. “We are going to have so much fun this weekend.”

“Yeah, about that”, Natasha interrupted. “Mission briefing in five.”

“Mission briefing? Love, we're going on vacation, not a stakeout.”

“Yes, but they have the most important mission of all, watching our daughter.” motioning to the group in front of you.

Your heart warms at how protective your wife is being. This is the Black Widow. A woman who would run into a collapsing building or intercept an alien invasion without batting an eye, but the moment she became a mother, everything changed. She vowed to give Mila everything she never had as a child. To break the cycle of uncertainty and pain that the Red Room forced upon her. Truthfully, you were so proud of how far Natasha had come. From growing up believing love was for children, to giving nothing but love to the both of you.

Just then Tony and Bruce entered the living room arguing over their latest nanotech calculations, with Pepper following closely behind.

“Hey, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, park it,” Natasha said.

“Ah, Rushman, wonderful to see you as always,” Tony says, winking at Nat. She rolls her eyes in response, as Tony and Bruce give you a hug before sitting down and Pepper picks up your daughter.

“Come on sweetie, do you want to go play with Morgan?” Pepper asked.

“Yay!” Mila cheered as they walk down the hall to Morgan’s room.

“Okay, some quick do’s and dont’s for this weekend. No guns, no repulsor rays, no arrows, and no using our daughter as a beta test subject for any new experiments. When Thor gets here, no Asgardian beverages in front our child. Mila’s bedtime is 7 pm and she likes it if you do the characters' voices when you read her a bedtime story. Oh, and if she has trouble falling asleep, a lullaby usually does the trick. Got it?”

“Geez, this is almost as bad as Budapest,” Clint whispered to Kate.

“It’s going to be alright Natasha,” Wanda reassured. “We’re a family. You know we would do anything for that little girl. Please, go and enjoy your anniversary. No one deserves some special alone time more than you two”, Wanda says as she hands you a tin full of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies for the trip.

You put your arm around Natasha and kiss her cheek. “Wanda is right, my love. Mila will be fine.”

Just as you complete the sentence, Mila ran back into the room. “Mommy, Mama! Morgan has Puss and Boots: The Last Wish, and we’re going to watch it tonight before bedtime.”

“That sounds like so much fun, sweetheart! I know you are going to be a good girl for your aunts and uncles and Mommy and Mama will see you on Sunday night, okay? We love you so much.” you said.

“Okay, Mommy. I love you!” She said as she hugs you so tight. Natasha knelt to kiss your daughter on the cheek and squeezed her hand three times. Their special way of saying I love you. After one last hug and kiss, you walk to the Quinjet. Tony having offered one for easy and convenient travel.

*^~^*

By the time you arrived at your hotel in Paris, it’s almost dinner time. After some sightseeing, you two enjoyed a gourmet candlelit dinner under the Parisian moon and a romantic stroll under the stars. When you got back to your room, you received a text message from Clint with a photo of your daughter asleep on her bed. Lovingly cuddled up under a blanket with Yelena.

“See, she’s okay”, you said lovingly as Natasha smiles widely at the picture of her little girl and her little sister.

As you lay in bed that night, you feel more grateful than ever to be here with the love of your life. Both of you had learned firsthand to never take anything for granted.

You were one of the lost souls left behind after the Blip. Struggling with the loss of your loved ones, you began attending Steve’s Brooklyn Support Group once a week. It was after one of those meetings that you were first introduced to the Black Widow.

Natasha hesitated at first to let anyone in. She was too scared to lose anyone else and was convinced that nothing should take away from her commitment to bring everyone back. However, she still found herself finding any excuse to attend Steve’s meetings. Whether that was to bring homemade peanut butter sandwiches for the snack table or shyly offering to give you a ride home.

You weren’t a hero or a super soldier. You didn’t remind Natasha of the guilt she carried over the last five years as the fallout from the Blip continued. You were just yourself, and that was what Natasha loved the most about you. You began to visit her at the compound, and slowly but surely the walls came down for both of you.

When she told you about the Time Heist, you didn’t want to hear it. You couldn’t comprehend the thought of losing Natasha, but you knew that she believed in her heart that she owed it to everyone they had lost to try. When Clint returned from Vormir alone and dropped to his knees, so did you. Grief overtaking you all over again.

As the Battle for Earth became inevitable, the team hid you in a safe house off the grid. Days went by and you lost track of time, stuck in your grief and unaware of what was happening. It wasn't until a knock on your door awoke you in the middle of the night that you dropped to your knees again. This time in shock at the sight of Natasha on your doorstep. Tears streaming down her face, she told you they had won. Tony defeated Thanos with the Snap, and Steve performed a miracle by bringing her back upon returning the Soul Stone to Vormir.

So much life had happened since then. You were married in a beautiful autumnal ceremony shortly after Nat returned, bought your own house, and five years ago and twelve hours of labor later, you welcomed your daughter into the world that your wife sacrificed herself to save. You couldn’t believe how much you loved them both. Fading back into the present moment, you gently move a strand of Natasha’s unbraided red hair away from her face. Her hands move effortlessly to the nape of your neck, and you lose yourself in her touch.

*^~^*

It’s Saturday morning back at the compound, and Mila is eating blueberry pancakes when Clint strolled in from his morning workout.

“Hey, squirt! Those pancakes look amazing. Did Auntie Wanda make those?” he asked, reaching for the extra plate of pancakes on the counter.

Before Mila can even respond, the plate glides quickly away from him, enveloped in Wanda’s red magic. “Auntie Wanda did make those, but they’re only for adorable little girls named Mila. Is your name Mila?” Wanda said to Clint, with a raised eyebrow.

“No”, Clint grumbled.

“Then make your own breakfast, Hawkeye,” Wanda sighed, patting him on the back.

After breakfast, Sam and Bucky take Mila outside to play. Meanwhile, Steve is in his room working on a mission report when FRIDAY interrupts his concentration. “Mr. Rogers, I’m picking up an elevated heat signature from your shield just north of your location.” Steve looked curiously out the window to see Mila giggling as she slid across the grass. She is sitting on his overturne shield pulled by a rope tied to the back of Red Wing.

“My shield is not a toy!” Steve yelled out the window.

“Oh, hey Cap! It does make a great sled, doesn’t it?” Bucky answered, pretending not to hear what his best friend said, as Sam laughs out loud.

Steve shakes his head to hide his smile. You meant the world to him, having spent countless hours processing your grief together in that dark and dank recreation room in Brooklyn. He was honored when you and Natasha asked him to be Mila’s godfather. His shield was made from Vibranium, after all. If his goddaughter wanted to play with it, he knew no harm would be done.

That afternoon, Peter arrived at the compound to work on his newest suit upgrade with Tony. Mila is engrossed in coloring at the kitchen table with Auntie Kate when Peter walks in to get a soda.

“Hey Mila, what are you up to?”

“Coloring, do you want to help us?” Mila asked happily.

Peter nodded, and for the next twenty minutes, they got lost in her Disney Princess coloring book. After adding pretty sparkles to Elsa’s Frozen dress, Mila noticed Peter’s Spider-Man suit sticking out of his bag.

“Pretty!” Mila said with wide eyes.

“You like it?” Peter asked.

“Yes, is this how you fly? Mama says you can fly!” Mila declares.

“Something like that” Peter chuckled and tousled her hair.

Down in the lab, Tony had been waiting for Peter to arrive for a half an hour. Unusual, as his protege was normally annoyingly punctual. Running out of patience, Tony asks FRIDAY for Peter’s current location.

“Mr. Parker is in the kitchen with Ms. Bishop and the young Ms. Romanoff, sir.” Tony rolls his eyes as he trudged up the stairs.

“Hey Hawkette, have you seen Peter? He was supposed to — “

Tony stopped in his tracks as he sees Peter swinging from the ceiling with Mila on his back. Kate was too busy filming the entire spectacle on her phone to notice Tony standing there.

“Wee!! Faster, Uncle Peter!” Mila shouted as Peter’s web carries them across the room to the top of the bookcase.

Tony’s eyes follow the pair around the room. Putting on his best poker face, “Okay. I won’t tell Romanoff or her better half, but if you break it, you pay for it. That includes the kid.” Tony warned.

“Sure thing, Mr. Stark” Peter giving Tony a thumbs up.

“And for God’s sake, at least put some pillows down on the floor!” Tony hollered as he walked back to his lab.

*^~^*

In the city of love, you and Natasha took a Saturday evening cruise down the Seine River. It was magical. You had seen the Musée d’Orsay, the Notre Dame Cathedral and had just reached the top of the Eiffel Tower when your phone alerted you to an incoming FaceTime from Carol. You swiped, her face appearing on the screen.

“Hey, you two, I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to be on Earth-616 tomorrow for a meeting with Fury and thought I’d drop in on my favorite couple. Wait, where are you?”

“Paris for our anniversary! Our first vacation alone in over five years. Can you believe it?” you said giddily, as Natasha puts her arms around your waist and lovingly kisses your cheek.

“Wow, that’s wonderful! Where’s your little mini-me?” Carol asked.

“With the team, actually if you’re going there anyway could you just make sure that everything is good with Mila?” Natasha inquired.

“Of course. You know you never have to ask.”

“Thank you, Carol”, you gratefully respond. We’ll be back tomorrow evening, so I’m sure we’ll see you then.” Carol gave you a mock salute, before you ended the call and put your phone back in your coat pocket.

“You look so beautiful, dorogaya. After all this time, I still can't believe you’re mine.” Nat waxed poetically, as she removed her scarf and wrapped it around your neck. Natasha could not look more beautiful in the glow of the Eiffel Tower. You decided this is the perfect moment to give her your anniversary gift. You slowly hand her the red velvet box you had snuck into your satchel. Her green eyes went wide at the sight of it.

“Detka! We said no gifts this year, this trip is gift enough.” Nat facetiously scolded.

“I know, but I still wanted to do something special for you,” you said sheepishly.

Natasha opens the box to reveal a simple and delicate gold heart locket necklace. Upon opening the pendant, she is greeted by a candid photo of all three of you. One that Clint had taken during your last visit with his family in Iowa. Nat was sitting on Clint’s front porch with a smiling Mila on her lap. You are leaning behind her with your arms wrapped lovingly around her neck. It had quickly become one of your favorite photos of your small, yet precious family.

“This is so beautiful, Moya Lyubov. Can you put it on me?”

You move Natasha’s braid away from her neck and clasped the necklace in the back. The heart locket fell directly on top of her own heart. It looked perfect on her. You're not sure who leaned in first, but your lips met in a kiss that made your stomach flutter like it was the first time. You couldn’t be happier than you were in this moment.

*^~^*

The Sunday morning sun is slowly breaking through the compound windows. Yelena was pouring your daughter a bowl of Cheerios and singing along to the sound of American Pie coming from her phone when The God of Thunder made his entrance through the Bifrost. Mila jumped and started to hide behind her Auntie Yelena, but ran toward him when she realized it’s only her Uncle Thor materializing in front of them, leaving his trademark on Pepper’s Persian rug.

“Must you do that every time? You’re becoming more of a poser than my sister.” Yelena remarked.

“Of course,” Thor said nonchalantly. “It is the only entrance fit for the God of Thunder.”

He reachesd down and lifts Mila up with one arm, “Odin’s Beard! You’ve gotten so big since the last time I saw you, Mila.” Thor declared

“I know! Did you bring me a present Uncle Thor?” Mila squealed.

“Yes! Now, let’s see here… Asgardian Ale, Mead, no… ah, here it is!” He handed the little girl a small snow globe set in gold with her name engraved elegantly on the base.

“Wow. Pretty snow globe….” Mila whispered.

“It is indeed”, Thor said, sat cross-legged on the carpet in front of the little girl. “This is a special Asgardian snow globe. Look, see the rainbow bridge inside it?” He pointed. “Most importantly Lady Mila, if you shake it, I shall be there in a flash. If ever you need me, I will be there.”

“Thank you, Uncle Thor!”, Mila said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. I’m going to show it to my Teddy Bear!” Running to her bedroom.

“You spoil her, you know”, Yelena stated with a smirk, as she began to clean up the kitchen.

“I know, but she is such a grand example of goodness and joy in such a tiny human. She deserves the world.” Thor declared.

Carol arrives shortly after lunch. After a short meeting with Fury in the conference room regarding upcoming mission targets, she finds your daughter in the compound courtyard. She is wearing her vest to match her favorite auntie, as Yelena demonstrates the newest tricks Fanny has learned.

“Roll over! Good girl, Fanny!” Yelena praised the dog. Mila takes a treat out of one of her vest pockets with her tiny hand and tosses it to the Akita.

“Well done, Mila! Before you go home tonight, I will show you what else you can hide inside those pockets,” winking at her niece.

“Fruits and veggies right, Yelena?” Carol deadpanned as Mila runs over and jumps into Captain Marvel’s arms.

“Auntie Carol! When did you get here?” Your daughter giggled.

“Just a little bit ago. I talked to your Mommy and Mama last night. They miss you so much and can’t wait to see you when they get home tonight.” Carol shared before kissing your daughter on the cheek.

*^~^*

The sun was setting on your third day in Paris. You and Natasha spent the afternoon exploring the mysteries of the Louvre. You had always wanted to see the Mona Lisa in person, and Natasha was determined to make it happen. Even if it meant pushing through a crowd of tourists who got out of the way quickly when they realized the Black Widow was the one asking them to kindly move the fuck over.

You made the short walk back to your hotel and are enjoying a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries when Natasha’s phone dinged.

Carol: Hey lovebirds, all good here. Mila is doing great and is so excited to see you when you get back. However, I have a feeling you may want to check her vest pockets when you get home for some “special” presents courtesy of Auntie Yelena. 😘

Natasha giggled, showing you the text.

“The important thing is that they’re bonding,” placing a delicate kiss on her temple.

Following Wanda’s scrumptious dinner of Chicken Paprikash, your daughter was watching Frozen II. Vision attempted to explain the science behind snowflakes to her when Tony strolled into the lounge.

“Hey, kiddo do you want to come down to the lab with me and see the new suit modifications the Jolly Green Giant and I are working on?”

“Yay!” Mila said excitedly, jumping up and down.

“Sir, I believe Ms. Romanoff indicated there was to be no experimenting with young Ms. Mila whilst she is in our care.”

“Relax, chrome dome. We’re just looking at the new holographic mockup.” Picking up Mila and carried her to his lab.

*^~^*

A few hours later, Natasha landed the Quinjet and takes a deep breath as she reached across the console for your hand. You both stare out at the lights of the team living quarters in the distance.

“This has been a wonderful anniversary. I love you so much,” you said. “I know it was tough for you to leave Mila for three days, but not only did we have a beautiful anniversary, but our daughter got to spend meaningful time with her family that she will always remember.” You pressed a kiss to her knuckles as Natasha caresses your cheek.

“You were right, dorogaya. This was perfect. I’m sorry I was so nervous about leaving her. I just… never thought I would have my happily ever after. That little girl and you are my everything. It breaks my heart every time I leave either one of you.”

“I know, my love”, you said quietly. Now, let’s go get our daughter and go home.”

You walked into the compound to shouting and the sound of Fanny and Lucky barking. Natasha was about to reach for her spare Widow Bites when you both heard your daughter laughing.

The two of you entered the common room to the sight of your daughter running through the compound. She was dressed in her pajamas and one of Tony’s Iron Man helmets; a can of whipped cream in her little hands. Yelena and the rest of the team are hot on her heels; puffs of whipped cream flew behind her.

Kate skidded to a stop in front of both of you. “Oh, you guys are back. Awesome! Umm, we made ice cream sundaes for dessert. Mila enjoyed hers, as you can see”, Kate motioned, breathing heavily.

Mila took her last lap around the couch when she caught sight of you and Natasha.

“Mommy, Mama! You’re here!!” she squealed, running into Natasha’s arms.

“Hi, Moya Lyubov, we missed you so much!!” Natasha said as she wraps Mila in a big hug before passing her to you to do the same.

“It looks like you had fun with your aunts and uncles this weekend,” removing the helmet and brush a red curl away from her eyes.

“I had so much fun, Mommy! I got to eat yummy food, ride a sled, fly, and Auntie Yelena helped me hide special treasures in my vest pockets. Oh, and I got a magic snow globe with my name on it!” Your daughter rambled happily.

Natasha looked at you slightly skeptical, wondering if your sweet little girl was exaggerating. With your family, you were never quite sure.

“Wow, that sounds amazing, kotyonok!” Are you ready to go home now?” Nat asked as Mila gives you her best puppy dog eyes.

“It’s okay sweetheart, we’ll come back and see everyone next weekend. Why don’t you go get your Teddy bear?” you suggested.

“I’ll help her with her things,” Yelena said, scooping up your daughter and walking to her bedroom.

“We can’t thank all of you enough for taking such good care of her. I know she would stay here forever if we let her.” You said as you move through the group hugging every one.

She is always welcome here, you two know that.” Wanda said, confident she was speaking for the entire team.

A few minutes later, Mila reappeared with her unicorn backpack and Yelena in tow carrying a couple more bags than what you dropped her off with. You shake your head, knowing full well that the team spoiled her with gifts. Natasha squatted down to Mila’s level and puts her hand lovingly on her back. “Can you say goodbye and thank you to all of your aunts and uncles, dorogaya?” she asked. Mila walked around the room and hugged everyone. It warms Natasha’s heart to see her family embrace your daughter with so much love and affection.

Mila fell asleep five minutes after you put her in her car seat. When you arrived home, Natasha carried her to her bed. She carefully set Mila down and pulled up the covers. You both place a gentle kiss on her forehead and quietly tiptoe out of her room. You make your way to your bedroom, deciding to leave the unpacking for the morning, both too jet lagged. Natasha sat up in bed reading with her glasses sliding adorably down her nose when you turned off the bathroom light and crawled into bed beside her.

“I couldn’t have asked for a more romantic anniversary, my love” you admitted as you carefully removed her glasses from her face and gently kiss her lips. “But there is nowhere I would rather be than at home with you and our beautiful daughter.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Returning the kiss.

As Natasha starts to fall asleep, she can’t help but recall the journey that brought her here. She used to have nothing. Indoctrinated into Red Room with no free-will. A ledger soaked with blood that she wanted more than anything to wipe clean. Then came the shot Clint didn’t take, the chance that Fury did, the found family that ultimately led her to you, and the miracle that is your daughter. Her family would always be there for her, and you and Mila were happy, healthy, and safe. She was better because of it. At last, Natasha Romanoff was at peace.

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marvellousgifs · 6 months

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Wanda Maximoff in CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR (2016)

It's my fault. That's not true. Turn the TV back on. They're being very specific. I should've clocked that bomb vest long before you had to deal with it. Rumlow said "Bucky" and... all of a sudden I was a 16-year-old kid again, in Brooklyn. And people died. It's on me. It's on both of us. This job... We try to save as many people as we can. Sometimes that doesn't mean everybody. But if we can't find a way to live with that, next time... maybe nobody gets saved.

#marveledit #mcuedit #scarletwitchedit #wandamaximoffedit #filmedit #cacwedit #marvel #wanda maximoff #captain america: civil war #gifs #phase three

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thewitchandtheassassin · 4 months

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A Pirate’s Life for Me Part Seven (Wanda M x Reader x Natasha R.)

Summary: Life is never simple

Warnings: Violence, smut

A/N: Howdy.

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-X-

Door slamming open as two drunken bodies slammed into it, you giggled wildly as Wanda blindly slapped it closed, her mouth never leaving yours. One hand tangled in your hair, she walked you back towards the rented bed before shoving you onto it with a vigor you hadn’t expected, but surely welcomed. Staring up at the glorious sight, brunette locks cascaded around her face as she yanked off her vest and undershirt and for a moment as they fell away, she stopped being a feared captain of the seas.

Now, she was simply your Wanda.

She was tipsy, the crew having celebrated the latest victory against the empire in some obscure tavern the moment you’d reached a port, but her movements were so fervent and desperate that it only served to sober you. Reminding you that the life you chose was worth it. All the moments of glory meant nothing. All that mattered was her – and this.

She wanted you and by the gods, you wanted her more than you’d ever wanted anything else.

You’d invited Natasha to join you, tempting the other captain with a playful bat of your eyes and crook of your fingers, but she’d waved you off with a knowing grin. She often spent time with you both individually and together but it wasn’t often that you bedded Wanda alone and she knew you needed that time as much as she did.

Besides, she’d bet Yelena far too much gold that she could outdrink the young pirate to back out now.

Tossing your own clothes aside, harsh fingers found purchase on sun-kissed hips as Wanda straddled your waist, her hair a soft curtain around your faces as her lips reunited with yours once more. Swallowing her wanton moan, your grip tightened until you were fairly positive she’d have your finger prints sprawled across her skin long after they were gone. Tasting the liquor on her tongue and the desire on her mouth, you were quick to swap positions, pinning the feared pirate leader to the bed. The fierce warrior on the battlefield was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a desperate woman who needed to be touched – used – like a…

“My, my, aren’t you a pretty whore,” you cooed teasingly, gripping her throat in a confident grip, the pressure firm but comforting. “Humping me like a mongrel in heat. Shameful. I bet you would’ve let me fuck you in front of the entire crew if I’d asked. Bent over the barkeep’s table while Natasha and I took turns unraveling you.”

A choked whine escaped kiss-swollen lips as Wanda’s hips lifted urgently, grinding against nothing.

Smiling mercilessly, you dragged your teeth across her shoulder, her chest, leaving bruises and bites in your wake, before skipping over straining, pert nipples. Tongue tracing over the lines of her stomach, dipping into the divots of her hips.

It felt delicious but you were driving her mad, ignoring the places she wanted you.

Your hands fell to her sides, keeping the squirming pirate’s lower half immobile on the mattress. You took the time to explore, nibbling along prominent hipbones before finally inching your mouth closer to her dripping core. The smell was intoxicating and the memory of her taste left you frantic, drawing you in like a moth to flame.

Like a pirate to gold, you smirked.

At the first flick of your tongue, Wanda nearly bawled in relief as you began to suckle and tease her aching clit. Hot and wet and persistent, she couldn’t tell what was lip or tongue or fingers as you tortured her in the best possible way. It was overwhelming and too much but also not enough? She didn’t know up from down or what day it was but she knew that if you stopped now, she’d cry.

Walls fluttered around your digits as you continued to thrust into the mewling brunette, her need painting your mouth as she grinded into the sensations you were pulling throughout her body. Every nerve was alight, every inch of her glistening in sweat as she chased her release.

One thrust.

“Oh gods, don’t stop.”

Thrust.

“Please, I’m so fucking close.”

Thrust, thrust, suck.

“Please, please, please, please!”

The orgasm crashed into her like a tidal wave. A storm out at sea. She could swear she saw the gods and goddesses above. Everything was light and sound and taste before darkness. Before her bones disappeared and she became nothing more than pleasure within her own skin.

Dropping boneless onto the mattress, her cheeks flushed and heart pounding in her ears, Wanda smiled serenely up at the ceiling, hips jumping with every lick as you cleaned up the nectar you craved. There was something about her – and Natasha – that drove you to the brink of insanity and back, a constant craving sitting in your belly as you wished for a moment alone with them.

-X-

Stumbling down into the bar the next morning, wincing as the sunlight only served to further the pounding in your skull, you signaled the barkeep for breakfast as your head fell upon the sticky, wooden surface of an empty table. You had no idea how long it took for food to arrive, a glass of mead slamming down beside it, but the smell both hungered and disgusted you. Wanting to be ill but starving, hunger won out as you wolfed down the presented meal.

Forcing the last bite, you glanced up to study the dining area. You were the only member of your crew who’d ventured down for breakfast, but other patrons and denizens milled about, some just as hung over as you while others looked refreshed and cheery. What caught your eye though, was a familiar face in an unfamiliar place.

“Rumlow,” you mumbled, shoving your plate away.

He was glaring at you, sunlight glinting off the pistol he had pointed in your direction. It was subtly resting atop the table – like it had always been there – in a way that most would overlook it, but not you. Glancing down, you considered your options. Flipping the table over would only trigger a fight you were ill-equipped for and if you had to wager, there were others in this tavern who were likely working with him.

Outnumbered and outgunned, you sneered internally, cursing yourself for only adorning your dagger this morning.

He nodded towards the door, thumb falling to the hammer of his pistol when you refused to move. You watched his eyes flicker towards another gentleman near the stairs, a silent signal that left a ball of lead tumbling into the pit of your stomach. Natasha and Wanda had been passed out when you’d snuck out of bed, the liquor heavy in their veins. If he found them…

Choking back your rising panic, you stood up from your chair hastily and began walking to the door, thoughts racing. There was no way you could get to them without some measure of resistance and there was no easy, fool-proof way to stop Rumlow that wouldn’t cost a handful of people their lives.

The stale, salty air stung your eyes as you stepped into the daylight, squinting against the harsh sun. It was still early, the lack of travelers evident as you slowly inched away from the door and towards the side of the tavern. It’d be nearly impossible to determine which room had been yours, your memories hazy with lust and liquor, but almost every room had been seized by a member of the crew. Hurriedly grasping a few rocks in your hand, you spun as the door swung open and you came.

“My, my, being a pirate sure has done wonders for you,” Rumlow leered as he took you in, dragging his tongue along his teeth in a way that left you shuddering with revulsion. “Be a good pet and come quietly. There’s no need for bloodshed. You’ve had your fun; now I want my wife.”

Counting his paces silently, you waited until he was only three steps away before spitting in his face with righteous indignation and disgust. He sputtered in surprise, haphazardly wiping the spittle from his flesh - and offering you an opening. Spinning to look at a window, you launched the handful of rocks at the nearest windows, watching with gratitude as the stones smashed through the glass, skittering across the wooden floor of the inn. The patron – or patrons, depending – scuttled about, startled by the sudden intrusion as you heard them scurrying towards the window.

Rough hands gripped your arms, demanding your attention as a fist slammed into your cheek from the opposite direction. Head snapping back, you blearily glanced up at the windows and caught sight of Yelena’s blonde locks and furious eyes staring back at you from the newfound gaps in the glass. The butt of his pistol met your temple, knocking you almost unconscious within his grasp, though you tried squirming from his grip even as numbness began to cloud your mind.

“You will be my wife,” he snarled, another man latching onto your other side as they began dragging you away. “And your whores will pay for what they’ve done. They’ve made enemies of the most powerful men in the world. No shore will have them and the sea will only remember their blood as it washes away.”

“Help… them…” you croaked out, blatantly ignoring Rumlow.

You smiled, blood clinging to your teeth, as understanding flooded Yelena’s eyes and she disappeared from sight.

Twisting your head to glance at Rumlow, you smirked defiantly despite the overwhelming ache in your skull. Blood was trickling from your head, smearing across your cheek, but you didn’t care.

“You will not survive this,” you chuckled wearily, studying the twitch in his jaw and the vein on his forehead. “They will kill you all. Rip your men apart with their bare hands. Their teeth. Leave nothing behind, even for the sharks. And I’ll be the one to raise your head onto a pike when it’s all over. I wouldn’t be your wife even if you were the last viable human to walk the lands. Always such a disgrace.”

He grunted to his men, nodding towards the inn, but you knew it was too late. Everyone and their brother would be awake now.

Yelena had that effect on people.

“No piece of you is worthy of the title human, let alone husband.”

Slumping in his arms, you begrudgingly accepted fate as darkness flickered around your gaze before swallowing you into its cold embrace.

Oh, what a pirate’s life for me.

#reader insert #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanov x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow imagine #black widow x reader #scarletwidow x reader #scarlet witch imagine #scarlet witch x reader #scarletwidow #avengers imagine #reader imagine #mcu imagine #marvel imagine

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rannadylin · 2 years

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Today's tea: Pear Ginger from The Tao of Tea.

Today's knit: The Wanda Vest, from Spring 2016 Knitscene. It's worked from the waist up, starting with this beaded rib; after a few more inches of that it transitions to the lace pattern.

#wanda vest #ranna knits #ranna's daily knit and tea #knitting #knitblr #teablr #tea #adagio teas

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esouliie · 1 year

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– HAPPY GILMORE

– pairing: natasha romanoff x reader

– synopsis: natasha always looks good, even when she’s dressed like adam sandler.

– warnings: fluff, thigh riding, make out sesh, oral fixation. (18+)

Natasha had always found your fascination with her hair odd. It was nothing special- just a casual red. She’s seen plenty of women on the street with the same colour. Even your best friend, Wanda, had red hair. And yet you were obsessed with just hers.

“Nat!” You call from the living room.

It was 8am on a Saturday- Natasha’s only day off- and she had just finished her morning run. You, too tired and lazy to come, decided to wait on the sofa for the redhead’s return, promising to not fall asleep. But, you did.

Leaving the bedroom, she finds you curled up with Liho, the news playing freely in the background.

“Natasha!” You call again without realising the woman was right next to you.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” Natasha leans down to place a kiss to your forehead, stroking the black cat on top of you gently.

“No.” You groan, an arm covering the place she just kissed.

“You promised you wouldn’t fall back asleep.” Natasha snorts as she shoos Liho off your lap. The cat trudges away grudgingly, eyeing the woman as she sits next to you.

You hum, giving up on speaking to your girlfriend, sleep lulling on the edge.

She laughs again.

Peeking slightly, you notice Natasha sat watching the TV. Her beautiful side profile highlighted by the morning sun- all sharp lines and soft skin sit in contrast. Her short hair was damp- the red bleeding into a deep brown. She looked so hot; dressed in a wife beater, a purple sweater wrapped around her waist, and grey shorts, but she didn’t need to know that.

Her ego was big enough already.

“You know, you dress like Adam Sandler.” You announce, catching the woman off guard. She watched you face contort as you try to hold in your laughter.

Unfazed by your joke, she replies, “or Adam Sandler dresses like me.”

With that, you lose it. Hard laughter echos the apartment, drowning out the news anchors above. The last remnants of sleep slipaway.

You sit up, unable to breathe between your laughter.“That’s not the flex you think it is.”

Natasha’s brow twitches, “Whatever.” She turns away from you, attention back on the boring TV.

“Oh, cmon.” You swing a leg over her, placing your full weight on her lap.

You pinch her cheek softly. “It’s just a bit of fun, little baby.”

She swats your hand away, ignoring you.

“Haven’t you heard? Goofy is the new handsome.” You quote from a Sandler movie with a shit eating grin, as you tuck a loose bang behind Natasha’s ear.

She doesn’t swat your hand away this time.

“You know, you’d look good as a brunette.” Her gaze shifts to you.

A quirk in her brow. She could work with this.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” you shuffle closer, “like really good. I’m surprised you’ve never done brown before.”

Her arms wrap tighter, your fronts flushed together, lips angled expertly to press against your neck.

“I thought you liked the red.” She whispers, knowing her breath tickles your sensitive skin.

“I fucking love the red!” You reply all breathy. She loves how easily she can affect you. Just a little graze of her lips and you’re a puddle.

Natasha replies by latching on to your neck, soft kisses travelling down and across your collarbone. She takes her time, red marks follow in haste, as she caresses, licks, bites.

Working her way up, teeth graze your jaw. A hand unwinds from your waist and long fingers take ahold of your chin, turning you to meet soft lips. The hot embrace closing in on your tongue, a shared wetness and heavy sighs fill the silence between you both.

Her kisses are intoxicating; the bold scent of her cologne floods your senses. She always smells so fucking good, you cant help but jump her bones. You take ahold of the bottom of the white vest, tugging the material up, revealing her toned abs.

You pull away, sitting to her side, eyes drifting down to look at the sculpted woman beneath you.

“You like, baby?” Her voice comes out husky, a tongue runs across her bottom lip. She’s leaning back, an arm over the back of the sofa, efficiently “man spreading” with you still perched on her knee.

You place a hand where the vest covers skin, fingers dipping underneath the material, grazing against the woman’s under boob. Slowly, you trail down; palm gliding over every curve, every dip of Natasha’s abdomen, until you reach the waistband of her shorts. Boldly, you slide your fingers under the thick material, tips stopping just above the waistband of her boxers.

Natasha lets out a shuddered breath, her heart beat racing as she watches your hand disappear.

“You like, baby?” You copy condescendingly, loving the power trip you’re experiencing right now.

She groans, head resting even more against the sofa. Her hand wraps around your wrist easily, pushing your fingers down till slickness coats them.

You move up and down, then lightly circle her nerves. Her wetness making it’s appearance with each movement.“Listen to you, Tasha. That all for me?”

Before you could slide down to her entrance, her grip on your wrist returns, pulling your hand out of her shorts.

Natasha brings your soaked digits up to your face and you take them in, her essence coating your tongue as you moan lowly at the taste.

With a hand at the back of your neck, she holds you steady. The other manipulating your fingers to slide deeper down your throat. Your eyes flutter shut, as the last of your attitude flies out the window.

Natasha smiles at the sight, “There’s my girl.”

Your fingers leave your mouth as she tugs you forward, lips crashing onto yours. Large hands fix perfectly to your waist, tugging you forward and back. The ache between your legs building as you sigh into the kiss.

“I’m fucking you till I’m bored.”

To which she did.

Hours later, Natasha finally got tired. The woman was constantly complaining about the ache in her jaw as if she wasn’t the one who decided to eat you out until you couldn’t cum anymore.

You roll your eyes at the memory.

The morning sun had turned into the evening sun and the city below buzzed with life. You were both still on the sofa- wrapped in a blanket and in each other’s embrace. Liho had returned- finally able to rest on you- without Natasha disturbing her.

Happy Gilmore played on the TV, and despite your earlier taunts, Natasha was laughing at the screen alongside you.

She had to give it to him. The guy was hilarious.

“Actually, I change my mind.” Your voice gains her attention.

The shit eating grin is back.

“It’s probably best you don’t dye your hair brown.”

Natasha turns her head to the side in confusion.

“You’ll look even more like Adam Sandler.” You point at the screen as the actor checks himself out in the mirror, a comb running through his dark hair.

“I’m breaking up with you.”

#natasha romanoff x reader #my fics! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

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wandussyfantasy · 1 year

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Sub reader has a penis basically continuing off of the previous fic where nat is fucked by Wanda. Nat comes over and since reader hasn't fucked anyone but wanda, and cause reader is also a sub they are shy to fuck nat so Wanda guides them the whole way through and it ends up being a disgusting threesome come everywhere

Welcome Home

Summary: Wanda fulfills her fantasy of having you fuck your boss, Natasha, with her. (Somewhat part 2 for Edging)

Pairings: Wanda x Reader x Natasha

Word Count: 2.6k

WARNINGS:

18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ & DO NOT INTERACT!!!

threesome, gender not specified but reader has a penis, top!wanda, switch!reader, bottom!natasha, oral, creampie, cumshot, squirting, adult toys use, praising, cunnilingus, fingering, and fantasies.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

“Wanda! I’m home!” You call out as you enter the house. When there is no answer, you frown. She usually greets you at the door with a sweet kiss that you look forward to every day. You wonder if she isn't home yet. It is rare, but it happens when work gets hectic.

It's not until you begin to ascend the stairs that you realize she is indeed home. You find a pair of women's trousers at the middle of the stairs. You know that they don't belong to Wanda because the two of you take turns in doing all of the laundry. And she usually puts on a little fashion show for you anytime she bought something new.

Walking further up, you find a white vest and it instantly clicks in your mind as to who owns the garment. You remember being at work, unable to focus on anything once your boss had walked into your office to check on your progress on the case. Before Wanda had made the woman a sexual being in your eyes, you wouldn't have been turned on by what she was wearing. It was a three piece all white suit. Instead of a button down shirt, she only wore the vest. Her cleavage had your mouth watering at the memory of your soon-to-be wife’s mouth all over them. You ended up having to jerk off in your private bathroom at work.

You clumsily race up the stairs and drop your briefcase in the process. You stumble into the room to find Wanda in between Natasha's legs. She looks up to catch your gaze and smiles as she pulls away. “Why’d you stop?” Natasha asks in a whiny tone.

“Because,” Wanda grins. “Y/n is home,” she beckons you over by curling her finger towards her. You follow her orders as you see her in a new lingerie set you bought her last month. You felt guilty about tearing apart the set she had on when she torture you by edging you. “Get on your knees, babe,” she directs and you do exactly that. “Go on,” she says, offering you Natasha's dripping wet pussy.

Nervous, you look at Wanda and whisper, “I don't know what she likes.”

This amuses her a little. “Then ask her,” she says as if it's the most obvious thing. You look up to see your boss sitting up and leaning on her elbows. Natasha is looking at you expectantly. You gulp as you try to remember how sex with Wanda was in the beginning. You didn't really have to ask her what she liked, she would just tell you what she didn't and eventually learned how to read her body. But she knew you were a virgin when you met. Whereas with your boss, Wanda had talked you up and you didn't want to make a bad first impression. You could see it circulating the office. Y/n can't fuck to save their life. Poor Wanda is going to be married to bad sex the rest of her life. Or some bullshit along those lines. You couldn't handle humiliation. Wanda knows how much you hate humiliation.

“H-How do you like it?” You ask.

“Come closer, let me show you,” Natasha is kind as she lures you in. You get closer and drag your tongue through Natasha's pussy. Tasting your boss for the first time. You moan. “More,” she encourages you. So you give her more. You start by licking the crevice between her thigh and her labia majora. She shivers at the sensations this causes. You trace your tongue to her clitoris and flick the sensitive nub with the tip of your tongue. Wanda helps you out by inserting two of her fingers inside of Natasha.

“She likes this too,” Wanda says and her statement is confirmed with Natasha's increasingly loud moans. She then removes them, “Now you try.”

You nod and insert your first two fingers inside of Natasha's slippery hole while you continue to play with her clitoris with your tongue. You pump your fingers in and out of her the way you would with Wanda and it seems to be something that your boss enjoys. Then, without direction, you switch the roles of your fingers and mouth. You have your thumb pressing into and rubbing her clitoris as you use your tongue on her hole. Her hands find their way into your hair to keep you there.

Wanda reaches to loosen your belt and undo your dress pants. The item of clothing falls until it's stopped by your bent legs, unable to fall any further. Your fiance reached into your boxers to feel your hardening cock in her hands again. “Does eating your boss turn you on, baby?” She asks as she strokes you lightly.

You pull your mouth away in order to look at Wanda as you answer but Natasha refuses to let you lift your head. “Yes, Mistress,” you say before diving back in. Working to get that orgasm from Natasha.

“That’s good, babe. I want you to enjoy yourself,” she comes behind you and pulls your boxers down. Allowing your cock to spring up. She grabs your cock again and squeezes. “Do you want to fuck her tight pussy with your fat cock, baby?” Wanda asks and all you can do is nod against Natasha's pussy. “Nat, honey, release them,” she requests, but her words fall on deaf ears as she grinds her hips into your face. Nearing her climax.

“Almost… there…” she gasps out. Natasha’s grip in your hair tightens and precum leaks from your dick as you harden more in Wanda's hand. She took note that you liked your hair being pulled. She hadn't known this before. “Agh!!” Natasha squirts on your face, your dress shirt, and tie. Finally releasing you from her grasp.

“Woah,” you have heard about squirting, seen the porn videos, but never have you witnessed it in person nor caused it before.

“I know,” Wanda bites her bottom lip as she watches the woman squirm on the bed, shaking from her orgasm. “Y/n, get your clothes off,” she directs you next. Feeling too impatient to unbutton every button, you pop and rip the holes open and toss the destroyed garment to the side. Then you throw the tie next and after, you quickly kick off your shoes and clumsily rid yourself of your pants and underwear. “Are you ready?” She asks once you're completely naked.

You look between her and Natasha. “What about you?” The question falls out. You didn't want her to be left out of the equation.

“Don’t worry about me, love,” Wanda says. “Now come on,” she orders you to climb on top of Natasha. You follow her orders and line yourself up with her hole. “You are going to ruin cock for her. When she tries to fuck someone else, she is going to wish it was you,” Wanda whispers into your ear after you hesitated in entering Natasha. “No one compares to you,” she continues to praise and encourage you. Her words help you get halfway in. You moan as her pussy welcomes you in with a snug fit.

You push harder to get the rest of you in and hold the position for a moment. Wanda doesn't want you to over think about your pace and rhythm so she distracts you. “Look at me,” she says and you move your gaze from where you are stretching your boss' vagina. Wanda is kissing Natasha. The two women are making out in front of you as you are inside one of them. You thank whatever good karma you got to receive this kind of experience. Absent-mindedly, you begin thrusting as they play with each other's breasts. They take turns in sucking on their tiddies. The view causes you to go a little feral and Natasha no longer has control over her body as you pound into her.

Wanda sits beside Natasha and pulls out her favorite dildo from the bedside drawer. She plays with herself as she watches you lose all control. She's pumping the toy version of your cock in and out of her pussy with one hand and massages her breasts with the other. Natasha's legs fall open wider and you take advantage by slipping your arms under her thighs and lifting her hips in the air as you continue to slam into her.

Natasha is screaming in ecstasy and her hands claw at the sheets and pillows, looking for something to grip onto. Wanda offers the woman her hand and she accepts it gratefully. “I’m close, Mistress,” you inform Wanda and she grins. “Where should I…?” you ask through grunts between thrusts.

“Where do you want my fiance's cum, Natty?” Wanda asks the woman you were currently treating as a toy for your cock.

“Inside!” She answers.

“You heard her, baby,” Wanda tells you as she starts aggressively rubbing her own clitoris. She is excited to finally get to taste your cum from Natasha's pussy. She has been dreaming of this moment since the day she convinced Natasha to sleep with her.

As you get closer, your thrusts get harsher until finally, one last thrust has you emptying yourself deep inside of Natasha. The warm fluids shoot out and fill the successful woman. Her body happily receives every last bit of it until you pull out.

Wanda is happy to see that your cock is far from getting soft. If anything, your cock looks harder than before. “My turn,” she says as she quickly makes her way back between Natasha's legs. “I want you to fuck me while I eat her out, okay?” You nod as you get into position behind Wanda. You hold onto her ass as you tease her pussy with the head of your cock. She shakes her hips to get you to enter her but you tease her a bit longer. Frustrated, she looks at you over her shoulder with a pout, “Please, love. I need you to fill me up. I feel so empty without you.”

“Okay, baby,” you say as you slowly begin to slip inside of her. Satisfied, Wanda returns her focus to her meal. Your cum is covering her pussy lips, the sight makes Wanda's pussy clench around your cock causing you to grunt.

“Wanda,” it's Natasha's turn to beg. She looks so helpless, like she needs something only Wanda can give her right now. “Please, I'm so close. Please. I need you,” she continues. Without warning, Wanda dives into Natasha's messy pussy.

You watch Wanda eat Natasha out as if the woman is her last meal. You knew she experimented with her roommates in college but you had no idea how much she enjoys doing this kind of thing. You start to feel like you have to prove something to her. That she is marrying the right person despite your lack of experience. So, you pull out of Wanda and insist that her and Natasha switch positions on the bed. They do so dutifully. Wanda lays with her back on the mattress and you enter her again. “Natasha, I want you to finger yourself over Wanda's face,” you tell her.

When Natasha does as you say, cum falls out of her and lands on Wanda's face. The woman is in heaven with you rocking into her and Natasha hovering over her. When she can't take enough of the sight, she forces Natasha down to sit on her face. Natasha moans from the addictive feelings she can't quite describe. Your thrusts slow down because Wanda likes a variety of speeds. As you drag out your movement inside of her, you lean over and kiss Natasha on the lips. She falls into the kiss as eagerly as she had with Wanda. When you break away, you smile as you guide her to lower herself, laying her body completely atop Wanda's.

Natasha takes the hint and uses her mouth on Wanda's clitoris. Wanda responds by dropping her head into the pillows and arching her body up, “Fuck!” You start to pick up the pace again as you and Natasha work together on Wanda's orgasm. Soon enough Wanda is screaming from her release. Her walls tighten around your throbbing cock and as always, it milks your orgasm out of you. Once you pull out of Wanda, Natasha's eyes widen to see that you're still hard. She grabs your thigh to keep you from going too far and you're intrigued to see what she wants from you. Natasha wraps her plump lips around your cock and starts bobbing her head. Then she pulls it out of her mouth to lick up the mess of the combined cum from your body.

Wanda gains control of her breathing again so she can draw out Natasha's next orgasm with her mouth. Her tongue is back inside of the woman and she almost loses focus on your cock. To prevent the attention from falling away, you hold her face in your hands and slowly rock your hips against her face. Wanda pats the bed as she blindly searches for her toy. It's just a little out of her reach so quickly hand it over to her. She takes it and inserts the object into Natasha as you continue to fuck the woman's face.

It doesn't take long before Natasha is squirting all over Wanda's face. Your fiance happily enjoys the facial and you slam your cock into Natasha's throat in order to feed her a few ropes of you cum before pulling out and cumming on her face and breasts. Some of it lands on Wanda's tummy as Natasha falls off to the side.

Wanda sits up on her elbows with the widest grin ever. “This is going to be a long night,” she says as she comments on your erection still standing tall.

You shrug as you stroke yourself, “What can I say? I have two hot women in my bed. One of them is my gorgeous fiance,” you crawl over her body. “I love you,” you tell her as you kiss her glistening lips. “Mmm,” you hum in delight as you taste her and Natasha in the kiss.

“I love you too,” Wanda says as she reaches down to return your cock inside her. You resume the kiss as the two of you allow your boss a break.

Natasha wasn't sure what she was going to do in order to return to this bedroom. But she was going to figure it out. She never expected this kind of drive from you. She always saw you as innocent. Now, however, she doesn't know how she'll control herself at work without wanting to sneak under your desk to suck you off while you're consulting with a client. Or try to convince you to an afternoon delight in her office against the big windows, her desk, ohh how the list can go on and on. Her thoughts travel to Wanda. How she wants to come home and lay her head between her legs with her tongue inside of the woman after long grueling days at work. You are so lucky in her eyes at the moment. She wants to be able to use a strap-on your fiance and have her do the same to her. Oh the fun the two could have. She wants you both more than once but for now, as that future isn't guaranteed, she chooses to savor what she has tonight. When you pull out of Wanda again, Natasha gets to work, catching the loads of cum gushing out of the throbbing pussy.

The End.

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kararomanoff · 1 year

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Actually scratch the Wanda part and make it g!p daddy nat or fuck it both of them, Wanda being readers step mom and Natasha being Wanda's friend(this is for the previous request).

a big girl gift

this was written by a minor, if you don’t like that that’s okay you don’t need to read.

warning; smut, daddy nat, mommy wanda, step-mom wanda, bj, p in v sex, pet names, innocence kink, masturbating, age difference (legal), g!p wanda, g!p nat

your step-mom, wanda, and her friend Natasha had wanted to give you a special gift for a long time and they decied your birthday is the perfect day to give it to you.....

''happy birthday kotenok'' Wanda spoke softly as she woke you with a kiss to your forehead, today was finally the day she would give you her very special gift.

''mhm no mommy need more sleep'' you whine, you had started calling wanda mommy about one month ago when she told you that now her and your dad had been married for a few months she felt closer to you and that you calling her mommy was the next step and it would make her very happy if you did, as the innocent little thing you are you didn't pick up on the filthiness you where just so happy to have her.

''but its your birthday'' Wanda said excitedly, sure she was maybe excited for the wrong reasons but at least she was here unlike your father, Wanda and your father weren't close, Wanda married him for the money and everyday she felt bad for doing so but he is a horrible man and you where the sweetest girl that she need to keep away from bad so that always made her feel better because she helped you.

you popped your head out from under the covers and looked at Wanda with excitement ''its my birthdayyy yayayayyayay'' you shouted and jumped out of bed paying no attention to the fact you where only wearing panties and a vest top.

Wanda came over to you hugging you tight ''did you not hear me the first time?'' she asks happily with a smile on her face as you shake your head, Wanda pulls back holding you at arms length ''andddddd Natasha's down stairs'' she watches as you some how grow more excited.

“natty bear!!!” You exclaimed as you ran out your room and down the stairs till you jumped in her lap

''hiii detka'' Natasha rubs your hips trying to stop herself from fucking into you with no end as you straddle her lap, it wasn't time yet but god seeing you in only your panties and vest top effected her as she felt herself grow hard at the sight.

Natasha was Wanda best friend and you had now known her for the same-ish amount of time you have known Wanda. Natasha come over a lot because of your liking in her but also because her and Wanda both understood each others wants for a girl as innocent as she was the day she was born.

you layed your head on Nat’s shoulders and rubbed you nose on her neck completely unaware of Natasha's dick aching underneath you.

Natasha watches as Wanda walks in with your new birthday dress that they picked especially for you, the dress they'd take all innocence for you in.

''baby look at the gift me and your mommy got you'' Natasha says, you shuffle in her lap so you can see Wanda as she holds up a short pink satin dress

''mommy!! i love it!!!!! can i put it on now?'' they knew you'd be excited but you where more excited than they thought you'd be

''of course baby'' Wanda smiles, you get up from Natasha's lap and lift your vest top over your head and then drag your panties down your legs, you take the dress out of Wanda's hands then pull it over you head till it sits perfectly.

you turn around to face Nat again '' do you like it Natty bear?'' you ask with pure curiosity ''of course i do sweetheart'' she gets up to kiss the top of your head and then walks to the bathroom to jerk off.

you sat in the kitchen rambling as Wanda cuts you strawberries completely unaware to moaning coming from the bathroom as Natasha pumps her hand up and down her shaft imagining how its going to feel to fuck you as you beg her to stop, tears stream down your face as she spanks your ass telling you ''your gonna take all of daddy for as long as daddy wants whining isnt going to help you baby'' Natasha cums in a cup at the thought.

she walks back into the kitchen as if nothing happend and passes the cup to Wanda as you continue to ramble about your ideas for today ''drizzle this on her strawberries'' she whispers in Wanda's ear with a smirk.

Wanda brings your bowl of strawberries over to you at the table, you stare at them ''mommy whats that on the top?''

''well its your birthday so you got special icing on the top'' she lies excited to see you eat your cum covered strawberries

''mhmmmmmmm....yummyy.... mommy can i have this with my strawberries again please its sooooo good'' you moan as you take a bite, Nat and Wanda smirk, Wanda looks over at Natasha as your distracted and mouths to her 'genius'

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you all spend the day doing poetry painting and then go to the zoo but after that you ask to go home and have a movie marathon, they liked that idea very much because there are definitely tons of movies that make it easier for them to bring there plan of tonight in to conversation.

Natasha picked a movie as you and Wanda got snacks ''pleaseeeeee mommy i just- one more, i promise i'll be good'' Nat hears from the kitchen ''fine you can have one more piece of cany, but only because its your birthday'' Wanda replies sternly ''THANK YOUU!!!''

''Natty bear i got us extra candy'' you giggle as you run into the living room where Natasha sits as Wanda walks in just behind you ''us?'' she questions ''yes for me and natty bear'' you say defend ''not going to share with your mommy?'' she fakes a pout and you shrug.

you sit down in between them both as Natasha starts the movie, they both knew this was going to be new, you had never really watched anything but children's tv and movies.

you seem to be enjoying the movie till the sex scene comes on and you scrunch up your face as Natasha and Wanda look at you curiously ''what wrong sweetie?'' Wanda asks as she pulls you into her lap ''why is he hurting her? i thought they where in love'' you say with sadness in your voice and Nat chuckles as she moves closer to you both ''he's not hurting her baby bear'' she strokes your face ''he not?'' it was adorable how innocent you are, fuck they where so excited to ruin it.

''no he's not honey, he's helping her'' your step-mother tells you ''ohh....'' you say trying to understand ''do you want us to teach you how he's helping her?'' Natasha asks and you nod ''you learn from doing things don't you sweetheart?'' Wanda wasn't asking but you didn't know that you where to far into their trap ''yeah....'' you reply, you didn't Wanda had just made you think you did for this exact moment ''okay... well me and mommy are going to teach you..... so sit on your knees in front of daddy'' you got up from your place on Wanda's lap and you do as Nat said as she pulls her trousers down then her boxer's till her hard cock springs up, you stare at it never have seeing such a thing in your life.

''now baby suck on daddy's cock like its an ice pop'' you nervously moved forward and put your mouth on the tip swirling your tongue over it ''thats it baby'' she moans and accidently thrust in to your mouth making you moan ''ohhh you like that'' Nat smirks and starts to thrust into your mouth, moving her hands back to pull your hair and hold your head still as you gag, she had wanted to do this for far to long and now finally her big dick was down your cute little throat ''you like daddy's special treat hm?'' you nod of course you like it you did anything that wanted and would enjoy it.

suddenly you hear moans coming from step-mother too ''aww look baby you've got mommy touching herself'' you look over to see Wanda jerking off and moan '' is daddy's not enough for you'' Natasha says harshly starting to thrust even harder into your mouth ''maybe mommy should fuck you from behind as daddy uses your pretty little mouth'' you nod even thought you weren't sure what that meant would happen it didn't matter cause you wanted it, you wanted to please them.

''you want mommy to play with your pretty little pussy?'' Wanda says softly, the where completely different, they where hot and cold, Wanda was so soft and warm and Natasha was so cold and uncaring as she used your mouth.

you watch Wanda strip and walk behind you as you look back at Nat and feel Wanda's tip in your wet folds, you both moan Natasha watching everything from above, Wanda lines her shaft to your tight hole ''wait Wands imma cum'' Natasha moans ''gonna make you swallow every drop of daddy's special icing'' she thrust deep and cums down your throat ''such a good girl swallow everything daddy gives you'' Natasha pulls out of your mouth and as soon as she does Wanda starts to slow push in to you, you where a whining mess as she did ''i know it hurts dove but i promise it will feel amazing soon'' Natasha didn't understand how Wanda could contain herself so well, she knew how much Wanda wanted to fuck into you and mess with your little fragile body but here she was being slow and careful.

Wanda had her entire length in side of you now ''mommy so full'' you whine but not in pain this time you needed more ''i know sweetie but i'll make everything better i promise, tell mommy when she can move'' she still spoke softly even though her eyes where filled with lust and all she wanted to do was hear you scream, she remained soft.

''you can move mommy'' that was it that was when the switch flicked, Wanda started to rut into your tight little hole moaning as you gripped her in.

Natasha watched dreaming of when that will be her big fat long cock in your pretty little pussy, she need to feel you again so she started to lift your dress up, pulling it over your head and discarding it onto the floor so she can see you better.

''such a tight little girl'' Wanda moans ''gonna fuck you so hard you cant walk'' Natasha cant take it anymore and starts to jerk of with your face only inches away ''look what you do to your mommy and daddy baby, your are baby now, are little holes to use and fuck no one else's''

''mommy.....daddy-i -i'' you moan no longer having any coherent thoughts, every thought in your head being them fucking you dumb.

''you like when mommy fucks you dumb honey, gonna make this little pussy all ours''

''mommy mommy daddy i- i- feel-'' you dont mange to finish your sentence as the coil in your tummy tightens ''need cum all over mommys cock baby?'' Wanda's voice was still soft, completely different to her pounding into you ''i- yes'' ''cum then, be a good girl and cum with mommy'' as soon as Wanda finishes speaking you tip over the edge, falling on your hands as it hits you and Wanda paints your walls white ''fuck....such a good girl'' she pulls out and when you both look you you see Nat cumming all over her hand.

''you where such a good baby for us sweetie'' Wanda says as you cuddle in to her.

''thank you mommy, thank you daddy''

the both look at you shocked, they wanted to hear that but they didn't except to hear you say it with out them telling you too.

''you need to thank us this time baby, it was a birthday gift but next time..... next time you might not be able to speak afterword's'' Natasha winks

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peachyjinx · 1 month

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On the Edge- Chapter 4: Submission

Word count: 2.4K

Summary: You can't take this waiting anymore and you give in to Loki.

Warnings: Degradation, Dom!Loki

A coil of nerves wrenched in your stomach as you pushed the button for Loki’s floor. This was finally it, you couldn’t take this anymore. You didn’t know how this would play out, but you’ve had enough games. Your body physically aches for Loki- his kiss, his touch, his thick cock inside of you. You wanted him to consume you with his lust and power, making you forget who you are.

A lustful haze had overtaken your brain as your hand shakily knocked on his door, and within a moment the door opened slightly. Loki peered down at you, his dark locks falling as he moved his head to the side inquisitively.

“Ok, you win Loki,” you spoke but could barely get the words out. You were so nervous, and you didn’t know why. Your whole body both ached and filled with a thrum of electricity, your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest as you looked into his pale blue eyes.

“So easily?,” he mocked, then paused for a moment and smiled wickedly, his tongue slowly grazing his bottom lip.

“Well by all means,” he opened the door wide, welcoming you into his quarters, where you knew no one but Thor was allowed to enter.

Your nerves were on edge as you tentatively stepped in. His room looked very different from yours and Wanda’s. For one, the ceiling was about 10 feet higher, and there were rich tapestries covering the large windows surrounding his living quarters. You weren’t sure if this architecture was from his magic or he demanded this room to live in.

Loki walked casually to a large leather wingback chair in his living room, sitting down with his legs spread. You could see the buttons on his vest straining on his muscled chest as he shifted. Your eyes drank him in from the hint of collar bone that the unbuttoned shirt revealed, down his lean torso, to his crotch, where a noticeable bulge showed that his cock was already hard and waiting for you. You bit your lip as you took in the sight of him.

“Well darling, I’m all yours,” Loki purred, gently running his hand down his muscular thigh.

You followed his lead and closed his door behind you, walking into the large room on shaky legs. You slowly walked up to him, not knowing what to expect next.

“What do I….you…,” you suddenly felt shy, intimidated. He was in control and there was nothing you could do.

“Remove your clothes,” he commanded, looking regal and commanding like a King on his throne.

You slowly removed your shirt and skirt, leaving yourself in just your bra and panties. You felt a chill run all over your body under his scrutinizing gaze. His eyes never moved from your form, his expression getting sterner as his nostrils flared. You could see his jaw tighten, and you knew he was fighting the urge to fuck you senseless right now. The sexual tension was thick in the air, enveloping all of your senses.

“Do you want to use me for your own pleasure?,” he asked. You clenched your thighs together and watched his eyes as he noticed your response to him.

“Yes, please Loki,” you responded, your voice sounding smaller than usual.

“Beg,” he responded, his tone getting darker. You shivered at his tone, the deep voice drowning out the sound of your racing heartbeat pumping in your ears.

This was it. All that the last month had been leading up to. Loki desired you, wanted you, and prevented you from coming just so that you would have to come begging. Pleading for his cock inside you to release you.

“Loki, I’m begging you, please…”, you nearly cried, the tension almost overwhelming.

“On your knees,” Loki pointed to the floor in front of him.

Your knees were on the ground in an instant, as you tried to contain your urge to climb onto his lap. He leaned forward, his dark curls curtaining around his face as he intensely looked into your eyes.

He kissed you, gentle at first. You tried to go slow, but your urgent need made you kiss him faster, brushing your tongue against his lips.

“Slower,” Loki broke the kiss and commanded with a warning in his eye.

You knew he was trying hard to restrain himself too as he continued your kiss. He pushed his tongue for entrance, and yours responded slower this time, gently massaging and exploring each other’s mouths. Your hand moved on its own to his hair, pulling him as close to you as you could. Loki leaned back and broke the kiss again, a knowing smile on his lips as he looked down at you.

His large hand slowly reached down to his pants zipper, pulling it down while you watched intently. He pulled his cock out and you felt yourself gasp as you saw it. Perfectly long, large, and rock hard. The lust pumped through his veins, and you saw the sparkle of his tip glisten. His cock was everything you had hoped for and more.

Loki began to pump his length slowly, deliberately. Your mouth watered as he pulled his foreskin down more, revealing a dark red head that begged for you to suck on it. You wanted nothing more than to swirl your tongue around it, suck it and feel him come down your throat.

“You are so beautiful. A little godslut all for me,” Loki darkly teased as he pumped himself slowly in his palm, making you watch. You whined and squirmed, watching him give himself pleasure. He just loved torturing you, dragging this out as long as he could. This tension was excruciating, and you didn't know how much longer you could take it.

“Do you want this? To be penetrated by my godly cock?” he asked, his breathing getting faster as he continued to languidly jerk himself off.

“Yes,” you nodded quickly, nudging yourself closer to him. The soft fabric of his pants leg tickled your nipple, making you clench again.

“Beg,” he ordered, his hand tightening his grip on his rigid length as he continued his motions, clearly getting off at dominating you.

“Please Loki,” you whined, feeling yourself at complete submission to him. In this moment, you would literally do anything for him.

With his free hand, Loki pulled you off of your knees and closer to him. In a quick movement he had torn your bra and panties off, making you gasp in surprise. He pulled you onto his lap, your knees on either side of his hips, hovering your aching core just above him. You could feel his breath on your breasts, making you shiver.

“Do you need my cock? Need it buried in your tight cunt?,” Loki panted, his desperation now showing on his face as he looked up at you.

“Yes, Loki, I need you,” you breathily replied, looking in his eyes with as much earnestness as you could muster.

Loki slowly guided you onto his throbbing cock, two of you moaning wantonly in unison at the relief. Your body shuddered as your forehead fell to his, the only sound in the room was the two of you breathing heavily. He was so big, stretching you more than you had ever felt before and yet fitting inside of you perfectly.

“How does that feel?,” he asked, sincerity creeping into his voice as he looked up into your eyes. You felt a blush on your cheek as you couldn’t help but smile at him. He looked so beautiful, his dark hair falling around his perfect face, his expression full of longing.

“So-so- good-”, you could barely speak as you felt your body tremble at the intense fullness you suddenly felt after so long. You were so sensitive, and this felt like heaven. You enjoyed the moment of stillness, the relief of finally having Loki buried deep inside of you.

“I have wanted this as much as you have…craved you…” Loki whispered as he began messily planting kisses on your breasts, while his hands grabbed your backside.

You began rocking back and forth, but Loki held firmly gripped your hips as you squirmed on him, begging for more friction. His hand grasped the back of your head, bringing you in for another kiss. Your lips crashed on each other in a deep, messy, kiss, the two of you not holding back as your fingers found their way into his soft hair again.

His hips began rocking as he slowly fucked into you and you heard yourself whine into his mouth. The feeling was unimaginable, your heightened senses from weeks of torture sending you to another plain of ecstasy.

He wrapped his arm around your back, pulling you tight to him while he went back to licking and sucking on your breasts. Loki deeply grunted as he continued his slow, deliberate thrusts, and you heard yourself moaning his name. You threw your head back as your eyes closed and your hands grasped onto the back of the leather chair while your body trembled with pleasure.

Loki’s clothes created extra friction on your body, the soft fabric and buttons leaving a tingling feeling on your skin. You could already feel the building pressure inside of you, and you knew an orgasm wasn’t far. Every motion of his hip grinding was perfectly timed, hitting your most sensitive spot repeatedly. Loki was intoxicating, his smell and the sound of his sinful moans surrounded you, drawing you into ecstasy as you felt yourself tighten around his length inside of you.

“Oh Pet, I hope you’re ready,” he sucked on your neck, gently biting. A sudden THWACK on your ass startled you.

You yelped at the sharp, exquisite pain that melted with the pleasure of his cock thrusting inside you. You looked in shock down at him, only to see the gentle side that he had briefly shown was gone. The blues of his irises swirled and you swear you saw a sparkle in his eye as a devilish smile spread across his face.

“Are you ready for a God to take his pleasure from you?” he asked with a low, rough grunt as he adjusted his hips and thrust himself harder into you and you squealed. He smacked your ass again, harder than before as he increased his speed, rutting into you.

“Y-y-yes oh god yes Loki!,” you cried out, the pleasure nearly making you cry. Your whole body was on fire, your eyes closed tight again in bliss. You felt your wet cunt clench around him as a wave of heat overcame you and your whole body wracked with a sudden intense orgasm. Bright stars appeared behind your eyelids, and you gasped for breath while your hands gripped the chair.

“Yes! that’s it Pet, give yourself to me!,” Loki commanded as he said in ragged breaths while holding you tightly in place as he fucked into you.Your eyes shot open to look at him through your blissed out haze. A bead of sweat made its way down his flushed cheekbone, his eyes focused on you. Loki’s mouth opened, revealing his perfect lower teeth as he tensed his jaw with animalistic lust. His hair was a disheveled mess, his eyes wild.

Words were gone now, you were here for him to do what he wanted with you- use you, take his pleasure from you. Your naked body writhed on his clothed body underneath, and you could feel the wet fabric of his pants as his hips jutted towards yours.

You felt your body bouncing against his vicious thrusts, the only sound in the room was the sound of your coupling and moans and groans. Your fingers dug into the back of the chair, nails digging into leather as you held on tight through Loki’s intense fucking. His force was brutal, and everything you had needed.

You gasped as you felt an intense tremble through your body as another orgasm overtook you and you squirmed on the god’s lap. Your mind was completely blank, your existence being only to be fucked by Loki. You kept your eyes closed, focused on how your cunt throbbed with overstimulation, the pain mixing with absolute pleasure in pure bliss.

Loki roughly groaned while his hips began to lose their rhythm. He bit into your shoulder while he held you still, ramming himself into you, marking you. Claiming you.

Loki buried his face in your chest, a loud growl erupting from him as he came with one last powerful thrust. His punishing grip didn’t let up as he pushed himself to the hilt, spilling himself inside your wet hot center. Loki moaned as he paused and then he continued to roll his hips, pushing his cock inside you so every last drop of cum filled you inside.

A strangled moan came out of your mouth as you breathed heavily, trying to catch your breath. You were covered in sweat, and so was Loki’s suit. Your hands found his hair again, and you began to softly card your fingers through as the two of you quietly enjoyed the afterglow. He gently kissed your shoulders, taking deep inhales of your skin.

You suddenly felt your body lift, and realized Loki was picking you up. Your arms tightened around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist, his cock still inside of you. Dreamily looking up at him, he gave you a soft smile on his flushed face as he carried you. Clothes disappeared from him as he walked the two of you to his grand four poster bed.

You smiled as you felt yourself melt into the soft, silken sheets as he shifted you off of him and onto the bed on your back. He laid next to you, propping himself on one elbow while he gazed at your body.

You didn’t feel as shy when he looked at you now. Loki’s hand gently caressed your stomach, and the two of you continued your quiet moment. His blue eyes were less stormy now- now they were placid like a calm lake.

“You know, I’m glad this happened and everything, but…next time you could just ask me on a date,” you quietly joked.

“I told you earlier- where is the fun in that? I didn’t chase you, I let you come to me. More dramatic that way,” he smirked.

You smiled softly, reaching your fingers up to his face, slowly outlining his perfect jawline with the tips. You realized it didn’t matter how you got here, but that you were here- with Loki, where you belonged.

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Leave Me In The Deep End (One-Shot)

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Work Summary: After catching your boyfriend cheating on you, you decide to get your own back with the hot bartender you work with.

Lifeguard!Reader x Bartender!Pietro

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5613

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Update: There's now a sequel.

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Warnings for cheating (reader's boyfriend), non-consensual groping (a random creep, not Pietro), jealousy, alcohol, tipsy sex, explicit smut, reader has a cat, Pietro is a player with a heart of gold Also I'm sorry if you or any of your loved ones are called Andy.

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The smells of chlorine and sunscreen were heavy in the air. You pushed your sunglasses up the bridge of your nose, and tried to resist the urge to readjust the straps of your bathing suit for the hundredth time.

It was part of the gig. You had to wear the uniform regulation swimsuit, which was tight and red and squeezed you in all the wrong places. At least you were allowed to wear shorts. The high up lifeguard chair made you feel like some kind of art exhibit, and like the patrons of the resort were paying money to ogle you. They kind of were. Some of them, at least.

You did your best to ignore the stares of middle aged, half-naked men, and turned your attention back to the pool. That was what you were here for, after all. You didn’t notice Pietro until he was standing at the bottom of the steps up to your seat, holding a colourful looking drink aloft.

You tried to wave him away. “I’m on duty.”

“It’s virgin, I promise.” He gave you a flirtatious half-smile, and you rolled her eyes. “You looked bored. I thought you could use a distraction.”

He was one of the resort’s bartenders. Their uniform was slightly more conservative than yours – a tight vest and swim shorts – but still showed off the muscular shape of his arms.

You huffed out a laugh. “I’m a lifeguard. I’m not allowed to get distracted.”

He was undeniably hot. If you were single, you might’ve considered it, but his overt flirtation with seemingly every young woman who crossed his path was off-putting. He was a player, and you weren’t the kind of girl who enjoyed casual sex. You liked intimacy, and stability, and you didn’t think that Pietro could provide you with that.

Besides, you had a boyfriend.

“Relax, prinţesă.” He reached up and set the drink down on the arm of your chair. “There isn’t even anyone in the pool right now.”

Sure enough, the two middle aged women you had been watching do laps were in the process of climbing up the pool ladder.

“I’m not your prinţesă,” you said, but there was no heat in your tone. It was an affectionate nickname he’d had for you ever since you joined the resort. You had assumed it was something he called every girl he was trying to get into bed, but his sister Wanda, who worked at the reception desk, assured you that that one was just for you.

You took a sip of the drink. It was ice cold, sweet and fruity, and precisely what you needed.

“You could be, if you wanted.” He looked up at you through his eyelashes, faux-shy.

You lightly kicked him in the shoulder. “I have a boyfriend, you lech.”

“I could be your boyfriend too, if you wanted.”

“Yeah, right,” you snorted. “Like you would settle down. I’ve seen the way you chase tail up and down this resort, and this town. No thank you.”

For a split second, Pietro’s face fell. You almost missed it. Then he composed himself, smirking again. “Suit yourself. The offer is on the table.” You rolled your eyes.

At that, he left you alone. You sipped at the drink he’d made you, trying to savour it. It really was delicious. You were going to have to ask him for the recipe.

When you finished it, he brought you a second one, unasked. By that time, the pool was getting busier again, so he didn’t stop for a chat. You couldn’t help but feel a little bereft. As much as you discouraged his flirting, you did enjoy talking to him.

Your buttocks were starting to go numb from sitting in one place for too long. That wasn’t good. It was important to stay limber and ready to spring into action. You stood up, stretched, and made your way down the steps to stand by the edge of the pool.

You surveyed the scene, but there didn’t seem to be anything that needed your attention. A group of kids were playing a game at one end, and there were a few adults doing laps. You watched a young woman swim over to the edge of the pool to take a sip of a drink that she’d left there.

Before she could swim away again, you waved at her to get her attention. “No food or drink in the pool.”

She looked as though she might argue, but instead, she just grumbled as she climbed out and took her drink over to one of the sun loungers.

You turned back to the pool, and as you did so, a warm hand touched your bare lower back. Instinctively, you flinched away, turning to see a shirtless middle-aged man staring at you.

"You’re the lifeguard, are you? Do you give private swimming lessons?” He leered at you. You tried to step back, but his hand had shifted to cup your backside.

“Don’t touch me,” you squeaked, stumbling away from him. He raised his hands as if in surrender, like you were somehow overreacting to his groping you.

“Hey!” Your head whipped around and you saw Pietro stalking towards the two of you, hands clenched into fists.

“Woah, hey,” said the man, turning to Pietro now, “this is just a misunderstanding.”

“No misunderstanding,” Pietro spat. “I saw what you did. Security is on their way.”

“Pietro…” It was only then that you noticed how much you were trembling.

“Yeah?” You had meant to tell him that it was fine, it didn’t matter. But then he turned to look at you, his expression softening, and your words died in your throat.

“Thank you.”

“I think this is all being blown out of proportion,” said the man nervously. “It was an accident, I didn’t mean-” As he spoke, he put a hand on your shoulder, perhaps to try and seem friendly, but Pietro was on him in an instant, pushing him away from you. He stood in front of you, shoulders squared as he glared at the man.

“What’s going on here?” came a woman’s voice from behind you. You turned to see your manager Natasha, flanked by security guards Steve and Bucky.

You exhaled, your eyes nervously flicking from Pietro to Nat. “He- He-” Your throat felt very dry. The words wouldn’t come.

“He groped her,” Pietro supplied, and Nat’s eyebrows shot up.

“Is that true?” she asked you. You nodded, hesitantly. “Take him back to his room,” she said to Steve and Bucky. “Help him pack up his stuff, and then remove him from the site.”

The man began to protest, but Nat started to talk about the possibility of pressing charges, which shut him right up. You glanced over your shoulder, and found that most of the people in the pool were looking at you now. Your cheeks felt hot. You crossed your arms over your chest, hugging yourself.

“Are you okay?” asked Pietro.

You couldn’t look him in the eyes when you said, “I’m okay,” because you thought you might start crying.

“How much time do you have left of your shift?” asked Nat.

You checked your watch. “Two hours.”

She nodded. “We can close the pool for two hours if you want to head home.”

You shook your head. “I- I can’t. I don’t want the pool to be closed because of me.”

Nat opened her mouth, but Pietro got there first. “I can cover the rest of her shift. I’m lifeguard-trained too, and my bar shift just ended.”

Nat looked from him to you and back. “Are you sure?”

“It’s no problem.”

“Thanks, Piet,” you said, trying to ignore the heat in your cheeks. You stood up on your tiptoes to give him a quick hug. He didn’t have time to react before you’d pulled away again. “I’ll see you on Monday.”

In the locker room, you changed hurriedly from your uniform into some comfy clothes. Even though it was hot, you put a hoody on. Being fully covered made you feel a little better.

Your apartment was walking distance from resort, and by the time you got home, you were sweating. So preoccupied were you as you walked through the door that you didn’t notice how quickly your boyfriend, Andy, emerged from your bedroom, closing the door behind him.

“You’re home early,” he said, almost accusatorily.

“I had a bad day.” Your breath hitched as you spoke.

He frowned. “Why don’t you have a shower and then we can talk about it?”

“…Right.” You made your way over to your bedroom, but found Andy blocking your way.

“Where are you going?”

“To dump my stuff in my room?” you said, forehead creasing.

“Here, let me do that, you go shower,” he said, trying to take your bag from your hands, but you held fast.

“I know I’m sweaty but I didn’t think I smelled that bad.” You had intended for it to be a joke, but it caught in your throat, making you swallow hard, and then tears were pricking at your eyes. “There was this guy at work – some creep – and he grabbed my ass.” You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, but couldn’t stem the flow of tears. Andy was still just staring at you, mouth agape, so you continued. “So Nat let me go early. I was worried about it but then Pietro offered to cover my shift-” Andy wrinkled his nose, stopping you in your tracks. “What?”

“Pietro.”

“What about him?” You were, admittedly, being deliberately dense. You knew that Andy didn’t like Pietro. Andy was a lifeguard too, so he knew Pietro pretty well. You understood why he didn’t like him, but right now, it wasn’t what you wanted him to be focused on.

“You know he likes you. He’s just white-knighting to try and get into your pants.”

“That’s what you’re taking away from this story?! Your girlfriend gets groped at work and all you care about is who stepped in to help her?!”

“No, that’s not-”

“I don’t want to hear it.” You tried to step around him to get to your room, but he threw out his hand again, blocking your path. “What is your problem?”

“Uh…I just think we should talk about this now.”

“I’m going to shower.” He didn’t move, so you pushed past him.

“Wait-”

But you were already opening your bedroom door. A half-naked blonde woman stared back at you, mouth agape, as if you had just barged into her bedroom, rather than your own.

Your bag slipped through your fingers, landing with a heavy thud on the ground between your feet.

“Who the fuck are you?” you asked. She just gaped at you.

“Baby, I can explain,” said Andy, putting his hand on your shoulder. You shrugged him off aggressively.

“Save it. Get dressed and get out,” you snapped at the woman, before turning to Andy again. “And you, don’t fucking touch me. Get out of my fucking apartment.”

“Baby, can’t we talk about this?”

“What is there to talk about?” You kept your voice level. “You were fucking another woman in my bed. There’s nothing you can say.”

He tried to speak, but you stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind you. You leant against it and closed your eyes. Now, when tears blurred your vision, you didn’t fight them. This had been a fucking awful day. You didn’t move from your position until you heard the front door close.

Taking a deep breath, you turned on the shower and stripped out of your clothes. The water was hot enough to burn away your sadness, leaving only your anger.

It was the audacity of the thing that got to you the most. This was your apartment. Andy had his own place, but he spent most of his time at yours. If he was sneaking around with another woman, he could’ve done it in his own bed, but he felt bold enough to do it at yours.

That implied to you that this had been going on a while. The spiciness of the affair had been wearing off, so he had rekindled it by doing it in your bed, where the risk of getting caught was much higher. And he’d had the audacity to complain about Pietro? As if you had been cheating on him? Every accusation was a confession.

You stayed in the shower, seething, until the hot water ran out. You replayed the argument you’d had with Andy over and over in your head, thinking of different things you could’ve said. You wished you’d said something more substantial than just telling him to get out.

As you stood in your towel, staring at the mirror, cogs in your head began to turn. You didn’t need Andy. What you needed was a stiff drink and good cry. And a good fuck.

Your mind went to Pietro, the pretty bartender who so clearly wanted you. He was kind too. You didn’t have faith in the long term prospects – you would be just another notch in his bedpost – but you were sure he knew how to get you off.

With this new resolve, you dressed yourself in a low-cut dress and chunky heels. You put on far make-up than you usually did. The overall effect was exactly what you were aiming for: slutty. You hoped that Pietro would appreciate it.

You checked your watch. Your shift was nearly over, which means that Pietro would be leaving the resort soon. You needed to get over there before he did. Speedily refilling your cat’s food and water bowls, you called an Uber.

You made it to the resort five minutes before your shift was due to end. Positioning yourself against the wall outside the locker room, you waited for Pietro.

You noticed him before he noticed you. Although he didn’t have a lifeguard uniform, he had taken his shirt off, and a whistle was hanging around his neck. It was resting on the smooth, pale skin between his pecs. When he saw you, he did a double take.

“What are you doing back here?” he asked. His eyes darted down to your cleavage for a split second, and then back up to your face.

“Do you wanna go out for a drink?”

“I…” He blinked at you. “What?”

“I just found out that my boyfriend of four years has been cheating on me for God knows how long. So do you wanna go get a drink?”

He stared at you. “Give me ten minutes.”

“Don’t make me wait too long,” you said, dropping your voice into a sultry tone. “I might get bored and wander off.”

He disappeared into the locker room and re-emerged seven minutes later, dressed in a tight-blue t-shirt and jeans. His hair was dripping wet, and he smelled of cologne.

“I know a place, further down the beach,” he said. “They do good cocktails.”

You looped your arm through his. His bicep was firm under your hand. “Lead the way.”

When you reached the beach, you had to remove your shoes, because you didn’t trust your ability to walk in heels. The sand was warm and pleasant between your toes.

Pietro was uncharacteristically quiet as you walked down the beach together. He had always been flirtatious with you, but now that you were practically throwing yourself at him, he didn’t have anything to say. It was enough to make you doubt yourself. Maybe he’d never really been interested in you at all. Maybe he just liked to flirt, and since you had a boyfriend, he could flirt with you with no risk of it going any further.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, prinţesă?” asked Pietro, noticing the drawn expression on your face.

“N-nothing,” you stammered, all semblance of suaveness forgotten. “I’m just nervous, I guess. Overthinking.”

“There’s no need to be nervous, prinţesă. It’s just me.” He gave you a lopsided smile, and your heart skipped a beat.

Maybe this was a terrible idea. You had never been one for casual hook-ups. What if all he wanted was a one-night stand and he left you wanting more? You tried to push that thought down. You would cross that bridge when you came to it.

Pietro led you to a little bar on the beach. You let him order for you, so he returned with two glasses of what he informed you was Sex on the Beach. He winked at you as he said it, and you felt some of the pressure release in your chest.

You clinked your glass against his and then took a long sip of the drink. Setting it down, you felt Pietro’s hand on your wrist. He smoothed his fingers over the skin of your palm, coaxing you into letting him hold your hand.

“Why did you invite me out tonight, prinţesă?”

“I already told you, my boyfriend-”

“I don’t mean that.” He shook his head. “I mean why me? Surely you have lots of friends you could be lamenting with right now.”

“Because you’re beautiful.” The words just slipped out. You had meant to say something along the lines of ‘because you’re hot’ or ‘because I want you to put your tongue inside me’, but instead, you said beautiful. Pietro’s cheeks were turning particularly rosy, which was gratifying, at least. “And you’re kind to me. You protected me earlier, when that guy was being a creep.”

“Anyone would’ve done that,” he said, looking down at his drink. “I’m just the person who was there.”

“Bullshit.”

“If you say so.”

“I don’t know if Andy would’ve done anything.” That was probably an unfair assessment. He probably would’ve done something, but he would’ve been angry for the wrong reasons. “When I told him what happened he seemed more upset that you were the one who rescued me than he was that someone had groped me. He always felt threatened by you. Like he was afraid I was going to cheat on him with you.”

Pietro huffed out a laugh. “Fuck that guy.”

“Yeah. Fuck him.”

As you moved onto your second round of drinks, you made the conscious decision to drop the topic of Andy. Maybe at some point, this had all been about him, but it wasn’t anymore. Tonight should be about you and Pietro, and you weren’t about to let your stupid ex ruin it.

Talking to Pietro was easy, especially now that you were allowed to flirt back. He was sweet and funny and your skin tingled every time he touched you.

With your third round, you shared some French fries, and when you were done, he asked if you wanted to stay here or move onto somewhere else.

“Come home with me?” you’d suggested, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Fuck. Yeah, okay.”

You held hands as you walked back up the road to your apartment building. Pietro filled the silence, tipsy and cheerful, and you were content just to listen to him talk.

At the door to your apartment, you were very aware of his presence behind you. His breath ghosted over the back of your neck, making you shiver. You let yourself in.

Your cat was curled up on the couch, and Pietro beelined for her, sitting down beside her and scratching at her chin.

“Hello, beautiful,” he cooed as she laid her chin in his palm. “What’s their name?” he asked, turning to you. You grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and tugged him in to kiss you.

His hands went to your waist immediately, pulling you closer to him. You broke apart for just a moment, resting your forehead against his.

“Her name is Millie,” you said, and then you kissed him again.

You ended up in his lap, straddling his thighs and smearing lipstick across his face. No matter how much you pushed and pulled on each other, the spaces between you felt too big. Your fingers tangled into his hair and he let out a low moan that sent a shockwave of heat up your body.

“You like that?” you murmured.

“Shut up.” He flipped you over, pressing you down into the sofa. Your heart was thudding at how easy it was for him to do so. You smoothed your hands up his arms as he buried his face into your neck.

You were feeling amped up, but Pietro seemed to want to take it slow, so you let him kiss your neck languidly, carding your fingers through his hair. The weight of his body on top of you, the gentle smacking of lips and the subtle graze of teeth against the sensitive skin of your neck had you aching for him.

“Pietro,” you whined. “Stop teasing me.”

He pressed his crotch against yours, letting you feel how hard he was. You let out a little groan. “Bedroom?”

You hesitated. The bedroom was where Andy and that woman had been just hours ago. On the other hand, what better revenge was there than fucking Pietro in the bed you and Andy had shared so many times?

You nodded and let him pull you to your feet. Hand in hand, you led him to your bedroom. Tentatively, you lay down on the bed, and Pietro climbed on top of you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, going back to kissing your neck. “I want to taste you. Can I go down on you?”

Heat rushed to your cheeks. “Y-yeah, okay. Please.”

He gave you another lopsided smile and began to kiss his way down your neck. Your dress was already bunched up around your thighs, so it didn’t take much for Pietro to push it up a little further, revealing your lace panties.

“These are pretty,” he said, hooking his fingers into the waistband.

“I wore them for you.”

“Well, I better show you how much I appreciate them, then.”

A choked off gasp escape your lips as his tongue pressed against you through the fabric. He tongued at your clit, drawing little moans from deep within you. As he slid them to the side and pressed his tongue directly onto your clit, you grasped his hair again, trying to pull him closer.

He kept his arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you fast against his face as his tongue flicked lazily over your most sensitive parts.

“Why don’t you play with those titties for me, pretty girl?”

Breathlessly, you pushed the front of your dress and your bra down, revealing your breasts. You squeezed them, moaning at the feeling.

“Mm, good girl,” said Pietro. He let go of one of your thighs so that he could play with your clit while he pressed his tongue into you. You pinched your nipples, relishing the tingling sensation that was building inside you. “I could stay down here all night, prinţesă. Just playing with your pretty little pussy, making you cum over and over. Would you like that, prinţesă?”

“Pietro,” you whimpered, grinding back down against his face. “Feels so good.”

“Cum for me, pretty girl. Let me feel it.”

Your head tipped back against your pillow, and you let the sensations wash over you. Your thighs were draped over Pietro’s shoulders, your toes curling against his back as a deep moan escaped your lips.

He kept going until you pushed him away, oversensitive and sore.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck,” he agreed.

With insistent, needy hands, you tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt, which he stripped off with little fanfare. Your hands went straight to the bulge in his shorts, groping him through them. He moaned and let his head tip back.

As you pulled down his shorts and underwear, his cock sprang up, lying flat along his stomach. He kicked them off the rest of the way, and you pulled him in for another kiss.

You could taste yourself on his lips. You might’ve been embarrassed if he didn’t seem to be enjoying himself so much. Your hands were all over him, skimming over the firm lines of his abs and coming to rest against his pecs.

“Lay down,” you said, pushing him back against the pillows. He obliged, giving you a hazy smile as he did so. You situated yourself comfortably between his legs. As you grasped his cock firmly in one hand, his head tipped back against the headboard with an audible thunk.

You licked a stripe from the base to the tip of his cock, tonguing at the head. His hand cupped your neck, and he met your eyes.

It was a beautiful sight. His pupils were blown, his hair wild, his abs rising and falling with every shallow breath. You sucked his cock, chasing every little gasp and moan you could draw from him.

You shifted down and tried to take as much of his balls into your mouth as you could. He let out a half-gasp, half-moan and pushed you gently away.

“Prinţesă, I need you. Can I fuck you?”

You pulled back and started to crawl over him. Your knees were either side of his chest as you reached for the nightstand and rooted around in the drawer.

“Here,” you said, passing him a condom.

He touched the hem of your dress. “I want to see all of you. Can you take this off?”

“Yeah, okay.” You tugged it off over your head and then discarded it over the side of the bed. You gave your panties the same treatment.

He slipped the condom on and then reached for you. You came to him willingly, straddling his lap.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, sliding his hands from your hips up to your breasts.

You felt your face heating up again. Instead of responding, you lined his cock up with your entrance and then slid yourself down onto it.

He was a little bigger than you were used to, so you took it slow, inching your way down him. He clutched at your hips, murmuring sweet encouragements to you as you went.

Once you were fully seated, you guided his hands from your hips back up to your breasts, and began to move.

Pietro was squeezing your breasts hard enough that you were sure they’d be bruised tomorrow, but you didn’t care. In fact, you kind of liked that idea. You rocked up and down, fucking yourself on his cock.

“Fuck…” he groaned as you took him deeper. “You feel so good.”

His hips moved with you, fucking up into you. You dug your fingers into his pecs and closed your eyes, letting your body take over.

Suddenly, Pietro was rolling you onto your back again without ever sliding out of you. He hooked your ankle over his shoulder and pressed down, hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

“Fuck, Pietro,” you moaned, sliding your hand down between you to rub your clit. You were close.

He kissed you, swallowing your moans. You reciprocated by catching his lip between your teeth. He swore loudly again and pushed your hand out of the way, rubbing your clit for you.

With one of his hands firmly squeezing your breast and the other strumming over your clit, you moaned out his name as you came.

“Fuck, fuck, that feels so good,” he said, feeling you clench around him, and then he collapsed on top of you, softening cock sliding out of you.

You cupped his chin and dragged him in for another kiss. You held each other like that for a long moment, lips pressed together and limbs entwined. When you broke apart, he didn’t go far. He settled down with his face pressed into your collarbone, wrapping you in a full-body hug.

You carded your fingers through his hair. “I didn’t take you for a cuddler.”

Pietro chuckled into your neck. “I’m just trying to savour you, prinţesă.”

You exhaled. “Because this is just a one-time thing, right?”

He pulled back to look at you. His bright blue eyes bored into yours, making you feel all of a sudden very exposed. “It doesn’t have to be, if you don’t want it to be.”

You blinked at him. “What?”

To your immense displeasure, he sat up, pulling away from you. You pulled the corner of the duvet up, covering your chest, and sat up too. He wasn’t looking at you.

“I thought you didn’t ‘do’ relationships,” you said. “I’ve never seen you go out with a girl more than a couple of times.”

He smiled a sad smile. “Just because I wasn’t interesting in dating any of those girls doesn’t mean I don’t want a relationship.” You blinked at him. He sighed. “I didn’t want just anyone. I wanted you.” Your mouth fell open. “I spent years of my life pining over a girl who had a boyfriend. How pathetic is that?” He snuck a glance at you. “And now we’re here, and you want me, but only because you’re trying to get revenge on your shitty ex. And I’m here because if one night with you is all I get, then I’ll take it.”

“Pietro…” You took his hand in yours. Your heart was pounding. “I’m an idiot. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. It’s not your fault.”

“Maybe. But I’m sorry anyway. I’m sorry I wasted my time with Andy when I should’ve been with you.” Pietro’s jaw dropped. You continued, “Can we start again?”

“What?”

“You and me.” You took his hand in yours. “Just two single people who want to go out with each other. No Andy. No one-night stand. No revenge. Just us. Forget about everything else.”

He turned his head towards you, staring down into your eyes. When he kissed you this time, you wrapped your arms around his neck, half-straddling his thigh.

“I’d like that,” he said when you broke apart.

The two of you stayed up most of the night talking and touching each other, fondling and fucking. When you finally drifted off to sleep, sunlight was starting to peek around the curtains.

You awoke some time after midday to a harsh rapping on your front door. For a brief moment, you were disoriented, an unfamiliar arm curled around your waist, but then you remembered the previous night.

Pietro let out a groan and rubbed his eyes. You made a frustrated noise and got to your feet, pulling on a dressing gown.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming,” you said, speed-walking to the front door. You almost tripped over Millie as you did so, and she let out an annoyed meow. “Sorry, baby.”

The knocking got louder. You had no idea what was so urgent. It was your day off, and you had wanted to spend as much of it as possible in bed with Pietro.

You opened the door to the extremely unwelcome sight of Andy, holding a bouquet of flowers.

He stared at you for a moment, like he’d forgotten why he was here. “Were you asleep?”

“Yes, I was asleep,” you said tersely.

“It’s nearly 2pm.” You just raised your eyebrows at him. He had always hated when you slept in, but you couldn’t believe that he had the audacity to bring that up right now. He took in your expression and winced. “I mean- I’m sorry- Can I-”

Instead of finishing his sentence, he sidled past you into the apartment.

“I didn’t invite you in,” you said pointedly.

“I know I’m sorry. I’ll only be a minute. I just came here to apologise.”

“For fucking another woman in my bed?”

He grimaced. “I mean, yeah, but… it wasn’t like that, okay? It just sort of happened. I never meant to cheat on you.”

“Oh, so it was an accident?”

Andy didn’t respond. He was staring at a point somewhere over your shoulder. You looked over to see Pietro, dressed only in boxer shorts, leaning against the doorframe to your bedroom. Millie was nuzzling his leg.

“What’s he doing here?” Andy hissed, and you felt all of yesterday’s anger bubbling up again.

“You lost the right to ask me that when you fucked someone else, you fucking asshole,” you snarled. “FYI, he made me cum more times last night than you have in the last month. So get fucked.”

Andy looked from you to Pietro and back. “You really think you can rely on him? That he’s not gonna cheat on you?” he snapped. “He’ll hang around until some girl prettier than you shows up – and they will – and then he’ll leave you alone.”

Anger and pain twisted your heart up into your throat. Embarrassingly, you thought you might be about to cry, when suddenly Pietro’s warm hands were resting on your shoulders.

“You’re projecting, asshole,” said Pietro. His expression was stern. “Just because you’re a cheating bastard doesn’t mean everyone is. Now get out before I throw you out.”

Andy looked at you. You stared him down. “Get out of my apartment,” you said through gritted teeth. “And take your flowers with you. I don’t want them.”

His shoulders slumped. “Fine.”

Defeated, he walked back out into the corridor outside your apartment. He turned to you, as if to say one last thing, but you shut the door in his face.

Pietro exhaled loudly. “What a douchebag.” He approached you tentatively. You could feel the warmth of his body, even though he was inches away. Leaning back, you let him wrap his arms around you from behind.

“I know.”

He kissed your cheek. “I can still beat him up for you if you want,” he said, sliding a hand into your dressing gown.

You cracked a smile. “Thanks, babe.”

Sequel.

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