Summary: Natasha Romanoff breaks into your house. Which is weird because one; why is Natasha Romanoff breaking into your house? and two; she’s supposed to be dead.
Warnings: useless lesbians, a tiny bit of angst, some fluff, brief mention of alcohol, therapy, arguments, some mention of past trauma
Word count: 11k
a/n: from the vault. kind of starts off as a crack fic, and then becomes a bit less of a crack fic. one of the first fics i’ve ever written. avengers endgame spoilers and also spiderman no way home spoilers kind of ig..anyways i love natasha <3
Summary: Natasha Romanoff breaks into your house. Which is weird because one; why is Natasha Romanoff breaking into your house? and two; she’s supposed to be dead.
Warnings: useless lesbians, a tiny bit of angst, some fluff, brief mention of alcohol, therapy, arguments, some mention of past trauma
Word count: 11k
a/n: from the vault. kind of starts off as a crack fic, and then becomes a bit less of a crack fic. one of the first fics i’ve ever written. avengers endgame spoilers and also spiderman no way home spoilers kind of ig..anyways i love natasha <3
Everything about her screamed warning signs, but the slight tilt of the corner of her mouth suggested she knew her prey well enough to be aware of their dismissal of these dangers. I cover my amused smile with my flute of champagne, taking a long sip.
Stark was throwing a charity gala to help cover the funds of the attack on New York. Natasha was here for the obvious reasons, her being one of the newly crowned heroes of the world, Maria Hill and I were also sent by Director Fury to represent S.H.I.E.L.D. and of course donate large sums of money. The three of us had joked earlier about the amount of old pigs and drunken young pigs-in-the-making we’d have to soldier through, and the redhead had joked about a competition of how many numbers she could score before three in the morning. Maria hadn’t thought she was serious, but I knew her well enough to know this was more of a challenge than a game.
Doesn’t matter now. Maria had bailed around an hour ago, leaving me to the mercy of Tristan Danes, an executive at Dane Corp. I stayed long enough to become disgusted by his attempts to woo me and left without his number but his wounded ego in my clutches. That left me two partners behind Nat.
I lean against the wall in the shadows, watching her place her hand on the arm of some brown-eyed guy. Something uncomfortable twists in my stomach. My gaze narrows as I tune out the music, the bustle of the party, and pretty much everything that affects my zeroing in on the pair. Is she actually enjoying this? Can’t be. Can it?
I huff, annoyed but unsure as to why. Probably because Hill ditched. Parties are dull without the sharp-eyed woman’s witty remarks, which she uses to dull the high levels of testosterone around us. I down the rest of my drink and tap my fingers against the glass lightly, distracted. Natasha kisses the man’s cheek. In my fury I don’t notice another man approach me.
“Excuse me, love, you look darling tonight—”
“Hold this.” I shove the empty champagne flute into his arms and march on a warpath towards them at the bar. The crowd parts as I comb through them.
Natasha does not look surprised in the slightest to see me in front of her. She’s laughing, and the sound is enough to make me stumble in my rage. The man she’d been flirting with turns around and I recognise him as Gregory Richards, a known golden boy. I sneer at him before he can greet me, shocking him into effective silence. I turn to my redheaded friend. “I need you to fix my lipstick. Come with me to the bathroom?”
“Your lipstick looks fine to me,” she quips innocently.
“Can’t you do it yourself?” Gregory asks with a good-natured laugh.
“We share a lipstick tube. I need her to do it.”
“Oh.”
I’ve set us into an awkward silence, but somehow poor Greg seems to be the only one experiencing the uncomfortable feeling. Natasha glares at me. I glare at him. He looks up as if praying to God for safety, strength, and alcohol.
“I’ll … leave you two to your devices,” he decides.
“I think that would be best,” I say curtly, lacing my fingers through Natasha’s and hauling her through the dance floor, down some stairs, and through a hallway. She doesn’t object until we’re far enough away from the noise and hollers of the party, which is when she plants her feet firmly on the ground, almost causing me to stumble.
“The bathroom is this way,” she says pointedly. I note that she doesn’t let go of my hand as she leads me there. Once inside, she locks the door and retrieves several balls of napkins and one business card from her pockets, tossing them in the sink. “Seven numbers, including Gregory’s.”
“And a business card.”
“How many did you get?”
“My dress doesn’t have pockets. But five. Threw ‘em out as soon as I got them.”
“Is that why you dragged me here? You’re being a sore loser?”
My jaw clenches. “No.”
Silence.
Natasha approaches slowly, pulling out a red lipstick tube. “Stand still, part your lips.”
I do as I’m bid and she swipes the tube across my lips in two dragged out swipes. My eyes wander to her own mouth. Her expression is a blank slate. Not knowing what I’m thinking, or if I’m thinking anything at all, I close the distance between us until our noses are gently bumping together.
“You want this?” I ask carefully.
She kisses me in response. My right hand tangles through her short scarlet locks, the other rests on her waist to pull her body closer to mine. She sighs contentedly, her arms wrapping around my neck as she deepens the kiss, caressing the bare skin of my shoulder. Our mouths work perfectly against each other, sweet and sour with the added spice of the whiskey she’d been sipping on all night. I taste every heaven on her lips, and I want more. I gently tug on her hair as I part us, moving to trail butterfly kisses down her neck.
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SUMMARY: My new girlfriend takes meeting the relatives to a whole new level.
It’s cloudy up ahead, but patches of sunlight leak through certain gaps like chinks in the sky's armour, and a warm silver lines the clouds as the sun sets behind them. There are no pink or orange hues in the sunset this cloudy evening, just tinted blue and cream with grey mountains in the distance and muted coloured trees at their bases. I have one hand on the wheel of the car Yelena and I just bought together, a sleek black Fiesta, and the other on my partner in crime’s thigh. She has her window rolled down, the high speed we’re going at blowing her golden hair everywhere. I drum my fingertips along the wheel as an upbeat song starts to play.
She’s lost in the clouds, I can tell. I ask her if she’s imagining pictures out of the white puffs, but either the roaring wind at one ear or the song at her other is blocking her from hearing my words.
I squeeze her thigh. She smacks my hand and glances sideways at me, mossy green eyes playful. I allow myself a single glance before looking back at the road. “I asked what you’re seeing in the clouds.”
She turns the radio dial down. “What?”
I snort. “Nevermind.”
“You wanted attention?”
I flip her the bird, earning a boisterous laugh from her. “You were!”
I mimic her accent in a high-pitched voice. “You were totally like, give me attention! Because I’m Yelena Belova and I’m so special!”
“I don’t sound like that,” she objects. “You once said, and I quote, ‘your voice is deep and sexy, like if a dressage horse could speak.’”
I frown. “I don’t remember that. Was I drunk?”
“You were trying to outdrink me.”
“Oh. Were you cheating? I don’t black out that easily.”
“No, I wasn’t. And yes, you do.”
I grumble and turn the radio up again. She hums along to the song, Snap Out Of It by the Arctic Monkeys. We drive until the sun goes down, or at least until I notice her energetic nature die down like a used battery. I search up the nearest motel on my phone and by the time I’ve pulled in, she’s asleep.
I switch the engine off and relax into my seat. I allow myself a few seconds to admire the girl beside me.
I met her through a friend of mine, who lived in the apartment beside hers. I’d visit frequently, and she noticed and eventually grew tired of me oggling her everytime I passed her on the way out. So she coerced me into drinking too much red wine and then sent me over to her door, drunk and giggling.
I didn’t know much about her past. She’s from Russia, and she sometimes jokes that she’s actually a trained assassin. She grew up in a foster home, got close with a girl named Natalia, who ended up living in the Big Apple as a high school teacher with a husband who renovates houses. She calls her every other week before bed, I think, when I spend the night and she thinks I’m asleep. I never hear what they’re saying, but I enjoy falling into slumber listening to the soft hum of her voice through the plaster walls.
I admire her small, round, button nose, the even slope of her jawline, her long lashes that brush against her subtly tanned skin. We’ve only been dating for two months, but I’m positive I’m im love with her. We haven’t exchanged those words yet, though. The car is actually our first and only big step.
I gently shake her shoulders to wake her up, and she grumbles sleepily as she shifts and peeks up at me. “Where are we?”
“Motel. Didn’t feel like driving home. Come on, lazy bones, let’s get you a pillow.”
Once we’re settled in a room, stripped of jeans and bras so we’re just wearing shirts and underwear, I drift off with my head on her shoulder and my hand wrapped around her stomach.
When I wake up, the first thing I notice is the dried drool in the corner of my mouth. I don’t think much of it other than the teasing I’d endure in the morning when Yelena finds out I drooled on her.
I pull her closer and then frown.
I am holding a pillow.
My girlfriend is not said pillow.
I rub my eyes and sit up. It’s still dark outside, and the clock on my phone reads three in the morning. I scan the room for her figure, but I can’t see her silhouette lingering in any of the shadowed corners. I frown and push the duvet off of my body, shivering slightly as I maneuver around the bed and into the bathroom.
No sign of her.
I’m starting to get worried.
Quickly, I grab my jeans — at least I think they’re mine — and force my legs through them. I slip my phone in my pocket and head to the door.
It’s locked, which doesn’t make sense, because my current assumption that Yelena had gone out for a quick smoke would mean that she wouldn’t have gone far enough to warrant locking the door.
I swallow down the bad feeling in my gut and step outside.
The upper wrap-a-round level of the motel showed no people in sight. I head to the stairs and down to the front desk, where a young man with purple streaks in his hair sits, droopy-eyed and scrolling mindlessly through his phone.
“Um, excuse me, sir?” I ask tentatively, rubbing the goosebumps off my arms. I hadn’t brought my jacket.
His eyes flick up to meet mine. “Sir? You’re friendlier than your girlfriend.”
“I’m assuming you mean the blonde, very pretty, homicidal-looking woman I came in with?”
He sighs, turning his phone down. “Look, this is a motel. Things like this happen a lot. My advice is to run before the wife sees you.”
I stare at him blankly.
He stares back.
“Uh, what?”
“A tall redheaded woman came by, stole your girl for a talk. They were squabbling about you. I assumed … oh. You didn’t know. Well, who knows, could be a relative or something.”
My heart hammers against my ribcage wildly. I have to keep reminding myself that Yelena loves me, that she wouldn’t cheat on me, or cheat on anyone else with me, or … I feel myself becoming pale. Her scars, I’d never thought much of them, but with her mysterious past, and this mysterious paramour? She was running away from the woman who had now found her.
“Where did they go?” I demand, anger rushing through my veins.
He shakes his head, looking sympathetic. "I’ve seen this play out before, trust me when I say you don’t want to confront—"
“Tell me where they went or I will make you swallow your own fist.”
He recoils. "Christ, fine, they’re in the parking lot. For the record, I hope you get a good slappin’!“
I speed walk out of the motel and around the back, adrenaline rushing. I stop when I spot two figures under a streetlight by my car, one taller and waving her arms around as she speaks and the other, unmistakably my Yelena, glaring up with her arms crossed.
I march over to them. Their heads snap in my direction almost immediately. The redheaded woman pulls out a gun and aims it at me.
I yelp and freeze, hands up in surrender. Yelena yells something in Russian and smacks the weapon out of her hands before rushing towards me. ”(Y/N), what are you doing?“
"We’re leaving,” I say, completely freaked out. “Right now. You run, tell the guy in the office to call 911. I’ll fight her off.”
“What? No! (Y/N), this is my sister! She’s just paranoid.”
I gape at her. “I thought she was a science teacher!”
“I told you we should have met somewhere else,” the redhead hisses.
Yelena spits back in Russian.
“No, no Russian! Explanation, now!” I turn to the woman. “You’re Natalia?”
“Natasha.”
“Okay, Natasha the science teacher who owns a gun, what are you doing here?”
Her lips tighten into a fine line. “I’m not a science teacher, I’m an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., and I wasn’t expecting Yelena to have company when I came here to drag her back home.”
Yelena starts spurting more angry Russian words that mean nothing to me as I try to process what’s happening. The two sisters argue for a solid two minutes while I decide I must be dreaming.
The lies. The scars. The mystery. The jokes about being an assassin.
This is a living nightmare.
I turn and walk away.
Yelena calls out, "(Y/N)! Wait!“
I don’t stop until I’ve reached our room, where I promptly grab my jacket and bra and shove them in my bag.
”(Y/N), don’t leave,“ Yelena begs when she catches up, blocking the doorway with her body. "Let me explain, love, please.”
“Get out of my way,” I snap.
She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t turn around as she closes the door and backs up against it as if to provide another barrier between me and the world she’s trying to hide.
“Yelena,” I warn.
“Let me explain,” she pleads.
I stare her down, but she doesn’t seem to be budging any time soon. I drop my bag on the floor and sit on the bed with my arms crossed, glaring at her. “Fine. Enlighten me.”
She slowly eases away from the door. “I didn’t lie to you about everything. I’m one hundred percent Russian, and I consider Natalia to be my sister, and we did grow up together. But we were trained together, too. As assassins.”
“Fuck,” I mutter.
She kneels down in front of me. “I got away from that life, I swear. And I met you and everything after that was the realist thing I’d ever had. I really love video games, and I really love your pancakes, and I really, really love you.”
My glare softens.
“Even if you can’t cook,” she says.
I give her a semi-playful, semi-annoyed shove.
“You said be honest, don’t hit me!”
I stand up and pace the room nervously. This time, she sits down on the bed. I mutter under my breath, gnawing on my thumbnail, until, finally, I sit down beside her.
“Okay, deal breaker. Do you know Captain America?”
Summary: Sometimes you forget the rules, luckily you have Natasha to remind you.
Warnings:18+! Minors DNI! r tops but like a bottom, dumbification, degradation, innocence kink
Word count: 1.6k
Your lack of immediate satisfaction of her request causes her to groan and flip you over. “Natasha, come on.” you whine as your body bounces on the mattress. You don’t have time to recover or retaliate before she’s climbing on top of you.
“Give me what I want.” she says with such entitlement dripping from her sultry tone that it makes you almost cum right then and there. She lowers herself onto your face, and, without her having to ask again, you obediently stick out your tongue.
One of her hands is holding onto the headboard as the other holds your head in place. Your hands snake around the back of her thighs and you scratch her lower back, down to her ass, as you try to guide her movements. You enter her with just the tip of your tongue, darting it in and out, licking and teasing her as you feel her arousal cover your chin and cheeks. You know you’re playing with fire. You know you’re only here because she allows it.
She doesn’t waste more words on you, and with just a small sigh of annoyance lets you know she’s disappointed. You’re not doing well enough. Teasing isn’t what she’s asking for. She grabs a firmer hold of you as she fully sits down on your face. You can’t do much else but lay there trying to move your tongue the best you can while she grinds into you. She notices the way your body squirms under her as you try to move your head away when you start to feel pain in your lungs from the lack of air. She reminds you you’ll only breathe when it doesn’t inconvenience her too much. She tells you to remember that always.
She pulls your head back by your hair so she can make you suck her clit. Her breaths are short and laboured as her movements on top of you become erratic. She grinds her wet cunt against your mouth a few more times before she lets out a loud moan and, throwing her head back, finally comes in your mouth.
She lowers her body and straddles your hips before licking her slick off your face. Not giving you time to catch your breath, she crashes her lips against yours and moans into your mouth at the taste of herself on your tongue. She takes control of the kiss, just like she has taken control over everything else in your life, as she starts to grind her hips into you again.
“I want more,” she says before leaving a trail of kisses from your mouth down your jaw, and to your neck. Her teeth sink into the flesh there and you bite your lip so as to not make a sound. She hums in approval of your compliance before sucking on the same spot and licking over it.
You blindly reach your hand out in the general direction of the drawers by the side of the bed. Natasha notices your movements and you wince at the way her elbow digs into your abdomen when she hurls her body onto you to get the strap she knows you’re reaching for. She stops you when you go to put it on, and does it for you instead. You’re surprised by how gentle she is, and try not to let the paranoia take over. She’s just being nice.
She goes to straddle you again, and as she begins to lower herself down onto your cock you hear the way she mumbles disapprovingly under her breath “I have to do allthe work, don’t I?”
“Wait, I can do it. I was going to.” you know she can hear the panic in your voice as you sit up slightly and pull away from her.
Seeing as you moved away, Natasha sits down on your legs instead, looking amused as ever at your response. You feel your own arousal grow again when her wet cunt comes into contact with your bare thighs.
“You’re sure my dumb little baby knows how?” she coos, as she rolls her hips against you.
It’s rare she lets you take control. She never really does. But when she sees the sparkle in your eyes and how adamant you are to prove yourself to her she lets you climb on top and bottom out inside her.
You watch the cock sink into her before your gaze travels up and you take in the view from your position. You’re not used to it, not used to seeing Natasha laying underneath you. Her skin glistens with sweat, her tits moving with the way she breathes. It’s almost second nature to you now, and you don’t even think about it as you lower your mouth to one of her breasts. Your lips wrap around her hardened nipple as you suck it into your mouth. You weren’t expecting the loud moan that Natasha lets out. Her hands shoot to the back of your head as she pushes your face closer. “Just like that, baby.” Praise is not something she gives you often but when she does, it warms your whole body. “Such a stupid, desperate girl. Can’t think of anything other than having my tits in your mouth, can you?” you suck harder and she takes in a sharp breath. “Move your hips.” the sweetness in her voice is gone in a flash when she speaks the next words.
You bring your hips back a little and then push them down again, listening for her reaction. When you hear the satisfied sigh that escapes her lips you do it again. Lifting yourself up, you look down at her as you continue to slowly slide your cock in and out of her. Your gaze is pulled away from her face when you notice the way her tits bounce from how you move. You start to fuck into her, fast. Loving the way her whole body moves like it’s under yourcontrol. Her tits bouncing more and more as you rut into her faster. Your mind is held captive by her perfect body. The sounds that come out of her mouth, the whines, the moans, the way her name slips off her tongue like you’re doing a good job.
“Does that feel good?” you ask. Your tone, entirely too innocent, makes Natasha smile as she pulls you down into a soft kiss. “Yes, baby. Keep going.”
She moves her head to the side before she presses your face into the crook of her neck. You suck on the skin there as you pick up the pace again. Thrusting your cock into her harder as your hand moves to play with her clit. “Are you close?” you mumble the question against her neck.
“Is my pretty girl tired already?” she asks, petting your hair, as she feels the way your movements slow and your breathing picks up.
“I’m close.” you whisper.
“You can cum,” she says as she begins to move her hips into you herself when you stop moving yours entirely. The shock of how easily you were given permission threw you off for a second and made you forget what you were doing. “Oh don’t act so surprised baby, you did good,” she grabs your ass and forces your hips to meet her movements, “Making me feel so good,” you move away from where your head was resting on her shoulder to read her face, trying to see if she’s telling the truth. She lifts her head up a little to press a quick kiss to your lips and nods her head. “Just move your hips a little more, make me cum too, okay baby?”
You nod your head eagerly as you look down between your bodies. Your fingers are playing with her clit, and the cock sinks in and out of her as you begin to move again. She wraps her legs around you pulling you closer.
The way you push into her, and the growing resistance from her as her cunt clenches around the toy causes the pressure against your own clit to increase. The tension inside of you bursts right before she screams out your name and comes around the toy.
You use the little strength you have left to slip off the harness before you lay down next to her. You rest against the pillow and take in all of her. How beautiful she is. How peaceful and kind she looks laying next to you.
She turns to face you and when her eyes open the look in them makes you shiver.
“What’s the main rule?” she asks as she strokes your cheek with her thumb.
Your eyes widen, and your mouth goes dry when you try to speak.
“What’s the main rule?” she asks again, her tone contrasting the loving way her hand holds your face.
“I don’t get to come before you,” you say, your voice quiet.
“Uh-huh.”
“But you said I could.” you try to defend.
“I said you could, but I never said when did I?” you see the menacing excitement in her eyes. Like she caught you in her trap.
“But-”
“Shush,” her grip on your chin tightens, “You broke the rule because you’re just a dense little whore.”
a/n: my little cousin came up with the title dw i did not let her read this story
It is so quiet you begin to wonder whether you’re the only one left on the planet. You’re standing on the beach, but there is no ocean in sight, just miles of wet sand ahead of you. You see a fish flapping its scaly body around, left behind by the water that not long ago gave it life. The fish was instinctively trying to survive. You could no longer relate to the small animal. It was fighting to live. You have no fight left in you. You’re ready to succumb to the inevitability of the approaching storm, the tsunami. You know it’s coming. Where else would the ocean have gone? It left, built itself up, and is now on its way back in full force, to ruin you. To destroy all that you have built.
You look over your shoulder in search of higher ground. You see what looks like dozens of buildings, but they’re not really buildings. They’re sketches of buildings; your sketches. And they’re all burning. The flames are huge and they’re only getting bigger as they close in on you. You turn your head back around and face the sand. You know you can only go forward if you want to get away from the fire, but before you can move you notice the ocean has decided it was time to come back. You watch, paralysed, as its waves slowly rise over the horizon.
It feels like the ground shakes beneath your feet as your hands shoot to the sides of your head. You crouch down into an almost-fetal position at the unexpected ear-piercing screeching of a siren blast erupting through the air. It’s so loud your ears are having trouble getting used to it even once the initial shock of the unforeseen sound subsides. Impossibly, the siren is drowned out by an almost animal-like roar sounding from the growing wave in front of you.
You’re stuck.
You don’t want to turn around out of fear of what you might see, but you can feel the burning heat on your back, which must mean the fire has spread and is now dangerously close to you. You shut your eyes, and continue to crouch, resting your head on your knees and wrapping your arms around your head. The sirens continue to blast, barely silenced by the arms covering your ears, as you are enveloped in darkness - the wave towering over you blocking out the sun. You brace yourself for impact, but it never comes.
You were expecting to either be engulfed by flames or by the crashing waves. Instead, in a snap, you find yourself on a little wooden boat. The orange-pink hues of the sunset are reflecting against the calm, quiet ocean as your boat gently rocks with the tide. Just a second ago your heart felt like it was about to give out, but now you are overcome by calmness. The ocean, the same ocean that threatened to drown you a second ago, is now cradling you.
Your brain doesn’t even think to question the strangeness of the situation. You’re in a trance, brain empty, as you stare ahead at the setting sun. The crashing sense of anguish no longer overwhelming your senses.
You’re too distracted to notice the chain around your ankle. Too distracted to see the weight that the chain is attached to. You don’t notice the hole at the side of your boat, and you don’t feel the water as it comes in contact with your bare feet. The danger is slowly creeping in but the sunset setting over the horizon is holding you hostage with its hypnotizing beauty. The false sense of safety remains throughout. Your eyes do not blink, they do not move as your whole body becomes submerged underwater. Only once your eyes are forced shut by the salty water do you snap out of it. You start kicking your feet in a desperate attempt to swim up but the weight around your ankle is too heavy, it continues to pull you down towards the seabed as your lungs fill with the freezing cold water. Your muffled screams are the last thing you hear before the world stops entirely.
Your eyes shoot open, and you sit up in bed as you start gasping for air. You feel your hands shake as you attempt to get up and stand on your unsteady legs. The room is dark and your chest hurts from your heaving lungs. Placing your hand over your heart you feel its violent beating, as you use your other hand to hold onto the railing and walk down the stairs. Covered in a thin layer of sweat and gasping for air, you’re careful not to trip over Teresa’s shoes as you grab your hoodie and slowly make your way outside. The cold air of the night sends a shiver down your spine and the shock of it seems to calm the anxiety caused by your dream. As you stare up at the stars, you manage to take in a deep breath for the first time since you woke up. The moon is full and bright, but your attention is brought to the neighbouring house as a light turns on in one of the upstairs rooms.
“Fuck it.” you say to no one, as you reach down to pick up one of the pebbles that decorate May’s flower bed. Hoisting your body up on the tall fence that separates your houses in hope of getting better aim, you expertly throw it at the window. You watch as soon after the curtains open and a man comes into view and begins to open the window.
A string of curses leaves your mouth as you let yourself fall off of the fence, wincing at the pain that shoots through your leg when your body makes impact with the ground. You duck, pressing your body into the fence hoping he didn’t see you in the dark night. You hear the window close and sigh as you rest your tired body on the ground. The grass is wet with dew as you relax onto it. Feeling it tickle the back of your neck, you look up at the stars again. The lack of light pollution covers the night skies beautifully with little lights. Stars exploding millions of light-years away. You’re trying not to think about the nightmare you just had, pressing your palm against your chest again you note that your heart no longer feels like it’s trying to punch its way through your rib cage. Eventually, the coldness of the night becomes uncomfortable, and make your way back to the house.
—
The next day you wake up determined. Determined to leave it all behind. Finally, get closure and move on with your life. You think about Kate. The girl that has stood by your side throughout all of this. The one who has loved you in ways you were never able to reciprocate. You think about how much you want to be able to love her the way she loves you. You have to do this not only for yourself and your own wellbeing but also for her, for the life you and she could have. You need to find a way to close this long and painful chapter of your life. You need to at least try to make things work.
The first step is to leave the house, and go out into the garden. The fence separating your house and Wanda’s is slightly taller than you, made of thick dark brown wood, with only a small space between each panel. The space is big enough for you to see movement on the other side as you sit out on the porch with a cup of hot tea in hand. From what you can make out Wanda is in the garden. She’s wearing a summer hat which you find odd considering it’s the middle of autumn and the sun is hidden behind grey clouds.
Your annoyance continues to increase steadily as your mind works, tirelessly trying to come up with a way to approach her. You saw Daniel leave a few minutes ago so now is the perfect chance but you just can’t seem to get up from your chair. You wonder if she knows you’re watching her. She used to tell you she could always feel when you were around. She said it felt like attaching a magnet to a fridge. The satisfying pull of the two things meant to be together, madeto be together. The thought of just walking up to her like you used to do when you were younger crosses your mind. Just walk up to her, and squish your face between two of the planks of wood on the fence between you. Make a stupid face. Hear the laugh you haven’t heard in years. Now you’re sad. Feeling this many emotions within such little time doesn’t seem normal. You try to ignore it and place your cup down before you head over to the fence.
Now or never.
You’re chanting you can do this with each step you take. Closer. Closer. The closer to the fence you are the easier it is to see her, she takes your breath away just like she used to when you were younger. Taking a deep breath, trying to control your thoughts you remind yourself she isn’t yours anymore. You are not allowed to feel these things for a married woman. The only thing you’re here for is to patch things up and move on.
Move on. You lean against the fence and knock on it.
She turns around, slightly startled by the knock. You don’t say a word. Only look at her. There’s a silent exchange between the two of you. A lot is said without anything being said at all.
I miss you. I hate you. Why did you leave?
I miss you. I love you. I’m sorry.
You see the sadness in her eyes.
“Can we talk?” the words barely reach your ears as they escape your mouth, and you hope she heard them, you only have so much strength and you don’t want to waste it.
—
She stands by the front door as you make your way through the gate and walk to her. Her hands are covered in dirt and mud as she awkwardly plays with the shears in her hands. The tension in the air is thick and you begin to wish you just booked the first plane to Amsterdam and never looked back. That might have been a better option.
You sit on one of the stools in the kitchen leaning your forearms on the cold marble counter as Wanda washes the dirt off her hands. The house looks exactly the same as it did the last time you were here. The stool you’re sitting on has a slight crack on its side from the time Wanda knocked it over. You try not to think about that night. Remembering the vulnerability you showed her, the way you cried, and begged for her to stay only for her to still leave anyway. It makes you feel stupid, embarassed.
“Would you like some tea?”
It’s the first full, clear sentence Wanda has said to you in years. Ignoring the limited and muttered ‘yes’ and 'hello’ she spoke to you on your way here. Her voice is more mature, raspier, deeper, and her accent is more prominent than it used to be. It sends a shiver down your spine.
“No thank you, I just had some.” you cringe at the formality of the interaction.
She nods and fidgets by the sink clearly unsure of what to do.
“Can you come sit?”
She moves the bar stool back a little so as to not be too close to you, and sits down.
“Why are you wearing a straw hat in autumn?” you ask lightheartedly, trying to smile as sincerely as you can. Desperate to ease the awkwardness of the situation. Touching her is second nature to you and you have to consciously stop yourself from reaching out and moving a loose strand of hair out of her face as she speaks.
“My hair is messy.”
You thought being this close to her again, talking to her again, would hurt. But all you feel is desire. Want. You want to touch her. To hold her. Kiss her. You want to run your hand through her messy hair. It’s blond now, and it looks beautiful. She looks beautiful to you, she always has. You want to tell her. You want to whisper it in her ear while your fingers are knuckles deep inside her. You want to hear her moan and feel her squirm under you. You want to feel the way she would clench around your fingers. You want to tease her and pull out right before. You want to taste her. You want to feel her around your tongue and taste her as you finally let her cum.
She clears her throat and fidgets under your intense gaze.
“Sorry.” you mumble.
“It’s okay. I missed you looking at me like that.” she admits as she looks into your eyes. The green in them seems darker than it used to be.
“Like what?” there’s a teasing undertone to the way you’re speaking and a part of you is trying to remind you this isn’t what you came here for. A part you easily ignore as you get lost in her presence.
There’s a look of want that flashes over Wanda’s features before she stands up abruptly and moves further from you.
“Stop.” she says but the conviction isn’t there and you both notice.
“I really did come here to talk.” you copy her actions and stand up. “I just-” you were about to say something else, something you don’t want her to know, how deeply you have missed her, instead, you smirk and say “I’m having trouble concentrating.”
“I thought you hated me.” she ignores your comment.
“I do.” you nod your head as you are reminded of the reason why she would think that. The softness you felt when you first saw her, the need, is pushed to the side by the feeling of betrayal and anger that has clouded you for years. “I hate you so much. I hate you for what you did. I blame you. You could have come with me. We both know it.”
She shakes her head, trying to deny it but as she opens her mouth to try to defend herself no words come out.
You step closer to her. There is no malice in your voice. “I gave you an out and you chose him instead of me.” only sadness, betrayal, and pain.
“I would never choose him over you.” she takes a step back.
“But you did.” you step forward again.
“Ichoseyour happiness over mine.” There are tears flowing down her face now and you’re trying hard not to let your own follow.
“That wasn’t your choice to make.” You’re trying hard not to get angry. You didn’t come here to fight.
You pause and wait for her to speak, seeing that she isn’t you go on.
“Are you happy?” you ask sincerely.
She bites her lip as if trying to suppress a sob, and shakes her head.
You take one more step forward and this time she doesn’t move away. You bring your hand up to her face and she looks up at you as you wipe away her tears.
“Please don’t cry.”
Her eyes close shut as she tries to stop the tears from flowing and when she opens them again you feel everything. All the shyness, awkwardness, love, pain. All of it. All the things that have made you love her mixed with all the pain you have gone through because of her. It’s like your body is on autopilot, you don’t realise what you’re doing until Wanda releases a shaky breath before she melts into the kiss.
It’s soft at first. You’re trying to make up for lost years as your lips move against hers. You’re trying to be the comfort she lost, be the love she doesn’t have. But then it shifts. The kiss becomes rougher and her hands grab hold of your shirt, she holds you closer and you feel her nails through the thin fabric as they dig into your back. Your tongues meet and the once soft kiss turns into a messy heated make out. You feel desperate for each other, and frustrated and angry at the stupidity of your younger selves. It is all felt in the kiss. It’s felt when Wanda drags you upstairs. And pushes you through the door of her old bedroom. You try to ignore the dull ache in your chest at the realisation that she chose this instead of the bed she shares with Daniel.
“Hat stays on?” you ask teasingly and trail kisses down to her collar bone.
It was meant to be a joke but it causes another tear to roll down her cheek. You came here to close the book of your story. You came here looking for a way to move on. But the second you heard her voice, the second she looked at you with her wide, sad eyes, she grabbed hold of your heart once again. And now continues to twist it with her words. “I’ve missed you.” her voice cracks, and you stop kissing her skin as you stand up straight again. She continues to hurt you in unimaginable ways. Ways you’ve never hurt before. She isn’t yours. You try to remind yourself. Still not allowing your gaze to stray lower, still not having the strength to look at the ring wrapped around her finger.
“I hate you for leaving.” you admit. “I wish you would have never come back.” you can’t help it. The words have been bubbling up inside you, waiting to burst. And so were the tears. You’re both crying now. Both for different reasons.
The pain of loving her has become a burden to you. Something Wanda always believed she was, and now the prophecy was coming true. Wanda’s tears pooled in her eyes, and slid down her cheeks once she realised just how much damage has been caused. The realisation that she made the wrong choice, the realisation that she hurt you, when all she wanted was to protect you, to keep you happy and taken care of, was tearing apart her heart. You were both broken, and it was her fault. The what-ifs take over her thoughts as she thinks of all the possible ways her life could have turned out if she trusted you just a little bit more. If she just took that chance with you. If she didn’t have the expectations of her parents weighing her down from the moment they found out they were having a baby girl.
“I wish I never left.” Wanda’s hands reach for yours. She’s still wearing that stupid hat. Her messy hair is covering parts of her face and your heart feels like it’s about to explode every time you look at her a bit too long. “I wish I would have just listened to you.”
“This hurts too much, Wanda.” you’re drowning. Her deep green eyes remind you of your dream, the deeper you got the greener the water you were drowning in was. You thought it was strange but now as you stand here staring into her eyes and feeling her pain, your dream suddenly makes perfect sense. “I don’t think we should do this.”
She looks at you confused and scared, silently begging you, please don’t go. You feel like your chest is collapsing in on itself, you don’t know how much longer you’ll be able to stand in her childhood bedroom, so close to her. In the heart of all the memories, all the love, and all the pain. The second you go to take a step back she surges towards you, wrapping her arms around your waist and hiding her face in the crook of your neck. You’re surprised by her strength as she holds you tighter than she ever has. “No.” she mumbles.
You keep your hands at your sides. “You have to let me go.” she doesn’t budge. You try to move away, get her to let go off you. You are starting to lose your composure again, you remind yourself why you came here in the first place. Get closure. Move on. Hurt less. Love Kate. Impossibly, her grip tightens. “Wanda, you’re married.” you remind her, your voice loud and unwavering for the first time since you entered this room.
“I don’t love him. You know I don’t. I hate him, I have hated him since the day I met him. I only love you. I always have and I always will.” she finally loosens her grip on you, and you take it as an opportunity to move back. Stepping away, you give her the ability to look into your eyes as she speaks her next words, “I’m in love with you.”
You look away from her quickly, wiping at the tears soaking your cheeks you stare at the pictures still stuck to the walls. “Don’t say that.”
There’s a picture that catches your eye, it’s of Wanda, you, and Kate. One of the rare times Wanda agreed to hang out with the two of you. For the most part, she kept her distance. Always coming up with some excuse. Kate would make a joke of it saying she’s glad, because at least she doesn’t have to be the third wheel. She didn’t know the truth about you and Wanda then. She only found out once you told her a couple weeks before you moved to America. She was slightly awkward about it when you told her. You have never seen her like that. You feared it was because Wanda was a girl, but when Kate confessed to you over the phone a few months later it all made sense. Maybe Wanda had a feeling.
“You guys still friends?” she asks, once she notices what you’re looking at.
“Yeah, she lived with me in Amsterdam for a while. She’s staying in the city now, studying law.”
“Are you together?” Wanda sits down on the edge of the bed as you walk over to get a better look at the pictures. It sounds like she’s scared of the question as it escapes through her lips.
“We want to be.” you hold the picture in your hand, and turn back around to face Wanda as you lean on the old desk.
“What’s stopping you?” you wish she hadn’t asked because there’s only one answer to that question.
“You.”
She scoffs.
“So you’re choosing between me and her then.”
“I’m not choosing anything. And I’m most certainly not choosing a married woman.” you put the picture down and try to control the volume of your voice.
“Stopping bringing that up. It doesn’t matter.”
“Oh, why haven’t you divorced him then? If it doesn’t matter.”
“You know that’s not how it works.” she gets up from the bed, and stands a couple steps in front of you.
“How the fuck does it work then, huh?”
She shakes her head, refusing to answer. Clearly not having an excuse for staying with him, just like she didn’t have an excuse for leaving.
“I hate you so much.” you say as you walk towards her. She’s stood between you and the door. You need to get out of this room.
“I love you.” she says again when she grabs your wrist and stops you once you try to walk past her.
“I don’t care.” you yank your arm out of her hold.
“You’re not leaving.” Wanda is quick to block your path as she steps in front of you when you once again attempt to walk past her.
“Fucking watch me.” you spit out, venom dripping from your tone and poisoning the air around you “Maybe then you’ll know what it feels like.”
“Stop,” you’re not sure if the crack was in her voice or in your heart. “I’ll do anything, please just don’t go.”
“I’m going to have to leave eventually.” You’re so tired. You’ve never spoken to her like this before, with so much hate. “You’re husband will be home soon.”
“Not like this, I don’t want you to leave like this. I don’t want to argue and I don’t want to fight.”
“What do you want then?”
“I want you to tell me you love me.”
You roll your eyes.
“I know you do. I need you to say it. I need to hear it.” She tries to hold your hands in hers but you move them away again. “Please”
“I don’t want to love you.” You say honestly, as you take a step back, needing to put some distance between the two of you. She’s too close. “It’s killing me.”
Wanda’s head lowers in defeat. She’s staring at the ground, her arms wrapped around herself, as tears stream down her face again.
“I only came here to patch things up between us. I want us to be normal. Two girls that used to be friends. Two neighbours. That is all.”
“We’ll never be just that, and you know it.” her voice is barely audible as her vocal cords strain from the pain in her soul.
“What are we going to be then? You just want to sneak around? And then what? Have kids with him, grow old with him, while I watch from the sidelines?”
You want to say you would drop everything in an instant to be with her if she was willing to leave him. But then you think about Kate and your heart aches. You don’t want to do that to her. She doesn’t deserve any of this.
“Would you leave him if I asked you to?”
“Are you asking me to?”
“Would you?”
Your body seems to be unable to feel any more pain, because when you see the hesitation in her eyes, and the lack of an answer she gives you, you only feel a strange sense of pride, like you won. You were right. Still, you don’t understand it.
“Are you really just staying with him because your parents said so? You are a grown woman Wanda.”
“My dad died.” she says and you’re taken aback not only by the news but by how monotone her voice is.
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“He said he wanted grandkids, that was one of his final wishes. He loved Daniel, said he would make a great father one day. He said I owe this to him, that I have to give him grandkids even if he won’t be around to meet them.”
“What’s he gonna do, he’s dead anyway.” you speak before you can stop yourself.
“My mother has gone crazy, all she does is talk about him, always asking if I’m pregnant.” she looks into your eyes, stares into your soul when she says “Daniel too.”
Everything goes quiet for a second. Your head spins from the way your pain mixes with the rage at the thought of Daniel hurting her.
“It’s just all this pressure, from all of them. And even if I divorce him, even if I leave, what would I do then? I have nothing to my name. All my possessions are his. He’s in charge of the money, and how I spend it. This house…” her voice cracks and more tears stream down her face as she frantically throws her hands up and motions around her, “It’s his. I’d end up homeless if I tried to leave.”
Neither of you says a word as you process the information she has just shared with you. You don’t have time to speak before she does.
“And you don’t want me.” you raise your eyebrow. “I’m not stupid. I see the way you look at me. You’re conflicted but one emotion wins over the rest. Resentment. You resent me.” she did always say she was good at reading you. “You want Kate.”
“How could you possibly know what I want?”
“I guess I know you better than you know yourself.”
“If you want to leave him, leave him. Kate knows some really good lawyers through her dad. We can help you.”
“I don’t want anything from her.” she crosses her arms over her chest and stands her ground.
“Stop being so stubborn and let me help you. I don’t want anything from this other than you being happy and getting to live the life you want to live.”
“The life I want to live is with you. And I want you to want that too. But you don’t. At least not entirely and that’s not good enough, I want you fully, I want you all in. I want you to love me like you used to. I want you to love me like I still do.”
“You really hurt me.” your brain speaks now, reminding your heart of the last couple of years. Reminding your heart why this cannot go on.
“I didn’t have a choice.”
“Bullshit. I came up with so many ways you could have gotten out of it.” the argument picks up again.
“Every one of those fucking ways jeopardised you and your life, and your happiness.” she steps closer to you and jabs at your chest with her pointer finger as she speaks.
“You were my life and my happiness, why can’t you understand that? I lost myself, my life, and my happiness the day I lost you.” you grab her hand to stop the way her fingers are digging into your sternum. “And you’re right, I do resent you for it. And I don’t know if I could ever love you knowing that you chose to do this to us.”
“It was never my intention to hurt you.” the quietness of her voice as she speaks contrasts the way your anger-filled tone previously filled the room.
You look to the door again, and then back to her. “Can you just hold me for a bit before you go?” she asks as she notices your growing desire to get away from her.
You nod your head and when she steps forward you wrap your arms around her. She rests her head in the crook of your neck again and you try to ignore the feelings her lips grazing against it ignite.
“I want to talk like normal people,” you admit. “I really don’t want to argue.”
Her hold around you tightens. “Do you really not love me anymore?”
You can hear the pain and fear in her voice.
“I’m so in love with you, it’s tearing me apart.” you make her look at you as you speak. “I cannot stand to see you with him. I won’t survive it.”
Your brain is screaming at you to not let her kiss you, to not let her pull you in. But your heart is aching and she’s the only one that can ease the pain. So when she leans forward, you let her. You let her connect her lips to yours. You let her tangle her hands in your hair and pull you closer. You can tell she’s desperate to feel you from the way it only takes a couple seconds for her to start tugging at your shirt and trying to undo the button of your jeans. You don’t stop her because you need her as much as she needs you. It’s the only thing you’re sure about.
Her hat is thrown onto the floor along with your clothes as you lay on top of her and press your lips to hers again. The frustration and anger that was present in your earlier kiss must have all been let out in the fight you had because this kiss, and the way she’s holding onto you is filled with something else entirely. You feel like you’re molding into one. The way you were always meant to be. She’s your missing piece and you are hers.
The desperation in the way she’s griding her hips up into yours makes your own arousal grow faster than it has in years. Sex wasn’t the same after she left. No one could satisfy you the way Wanda could. No one could fill that need. You forgot how good it felt. But now with her under you. With her messy hair and tired hooded eyes, with her perfect tits in your mouth. You know this is exactly where you are supposed to be. Exactly where you need to be. She moans in pleasure as you let your teeth graze over one of her hardened nipples while your hand pinches the other. You trail the path down with your mouth and feel like you’re in heaven when you finally taste her again.
“Fuck, I missed you so much.” you mumble before you lick up her wet slit. She sighs and holds your head closer to her. You begin to lick her clit feeling it harden against your tongue. You move lower and enter your tongue into her, feeling her coat your tongue and begin to drip down the back of your throat. You barely have time to start teasing her before she realises your plan and groans in frustration. Her grip on your hair tightens, and she wraps her legs around the back of your head, pulling you impossibly closer to her cunt.
“Just make me cum, it’s been too long,” she demands her voice low and her accent clear. It sends a shiver down your spine. You try to nod your head but it’s hard to move from how she’s holding onto you. So instead, you press your lips against her clit again and hum.
Most things are exactly how you remember them. Like the way she tastes, the way she moans your name. The way she holds onto you. The way her lips feel against yours. It all feels familiar, it all feels like coming home. But when she begins to rut into you, when she demands you “Hold your tongue out.” and grips your hair so much it hurts, you notice the change. She’s rougher than she used to be, the way she’s chasing her high, the way she’s moving with so much force it shakes the bed. It’s different. The intensity of her eagerness to cum is new.
She finally does and when she lets you go you pull away and breathe in. “Fuck,” you sigh out, “You almost killed me.” She doesn’t seem to register a word you said as she lays on the bed overcome with bliss. “You are so fucking hot,” you add as you leave kisses back up her stomach and finally meet her lips. You lay there and lazily kiss for a while. Time seems to move differently at that moment, you don’t know if it’s been minutes or hours. All you know is however long it’s been you’re glad that the time you spent was time spent with her. Maybe for the last time.
“When you said 'I missed you’ were you talking to me or my vagina?” she asks all of a sudden, and you burst out laughing at the unexpected question. “I’m serious.” she complains as she tries to get you to stop laughing.
A/N: This is a drabble/hc on things that probably won’t be touched on tooooo much in the actual writing, so here’s some nice universe building for you guys to be able to understand the world. Hopefully spark some questions too!
Warnings: 18+ Dark fic where blood, violence, murder, death, kidnapping/trafficking, and sexual acts will be talked about in most parts if not all. It won’t always be blunt or obvious but the dark themes will be there.
HI hello my sweets! I absolutely love TGU but we are gonna take a quick little break (like a week lol) and switch gears just a little to focus on my other AU- Gentle Sin! ☺️
I’ll be reblogging the few things I have out already for the universe later (and Tag them rn)
Gonna welcome the return of Daddy Kate to my blog and as per usual Mommy Wanda lives rent free in my corner of the world
Warnings: Ageplay (Think that’s it, let me know if I missed anything)
A/N: This is the last of the Chronicles! Thank you guys for sticking around, and if you haven’t gotten the chance to read them all then the other 6 volumes are linked below.
Hopefully you all fell in love with the sweetest little toy like I have
***Minors DNI***No Smut rn but this is an 18+ Universe***
Warnings: Ageplay (Think that’s it, let me know if I missed anything)
A/N: This is the last of the Chronicles! Thank you guys for sticking around, and if you haven’t gotten the chance to read them all then the other 6 volumes are linked below.
Hopefully you all fell in love with the sweetest little toy like I have
***Minors DNI***No Smut rn but this is an 18+ Universe***
Warnings: Ageplay (Think that’s it, let me know if I missed anything)
A/N: This is the last of the Chronicles! Thank you guys for sticking around, and if you haven’t gotten the chance to read them all then the other 6 volumes are linked below.
Hopefully you all fell in love with the sweetest little toy like I have
***Minors DNI***No Smut rn but this is an 18+ Universe***
You were so happy that midterms were over, and that you were finally back with your favorite people. The three of them sent random videos and updates throughout the week but it wasn’t the same. Spending the week with Peter was so much fun though and you absolutely loved how smart he was, and how much he didn’t care about the ban on junk food.
Wanda had decided that the four of you should take a weekend trip to celebrate so you were in the back with Kate as Natasha drove you all towards a small house outside the city. “We’re almost there gi-” As the witch turns around to look at you two she notices that you’re sleeping, her eyes flash scarlet as she quickly takes a peek at your dreams. Filled with dinosaurs and puppies she shares a nervous look with the ginger as she pulls into the driveway.
The widow walks around the car, watching as Kate is directed by Wanda to help carry the bags, before slowly opening your door. Kneeling down she pushes the hair out of your face, rubbing your cheek softly. “Cmon little detka, we’re here.” Watching you with a smile as you start waking up, rubbing your face against the palm of her hand.
A whine tears through your lips, muffled, as you try to hide from the setting sun. “Sleepy Daddy.”
Natasha sighs, slipping her arms under you as she lifts you up. You curl up in her arms, burying your face, whimpering with each rustling step. The ginger shushes you as she steps through the threshold of the house, chuckling as she watches Kate run around excitedly. Letting you slip down her body, you plop down as the door closes.
You watch with a pathetic look on your face as the other three start figuring out what to have for dinner. It’s the archer’s excessive pouting for delivery pizza that gets interrupted by a computerized voice, “Welcome home Rushman and Red Mist. I have scanned and I recognize Little Hawk is here; along with what seems to be the mini form of the Forbidden Trinket. Sending delivery to your undisclosed location, using your Stark credit card now. Accessing pizza preference, would it be your usual?”
Before either Wanda or Natasha can say anything, Kate screams yes and happily dances as the AI confirms their order and delivery time. “Not that I’m not grumpy that you guys are using Stark technology, when you know I own an entire security company that has superior security and AIs. No offense..” The brunette’s sentence trails off as the AI replies with, J.O.C.A.S.T.A. “…okay. You have a long name. I’m going to call you J. Not that J isn’t cool, but mine are cooler. But like.. Where are we and what kind of security is this? Your door isn’t even locked.”
Wanda sighs as she hears the widow start bickering with Kate, walking over to where you’re staring out the window with your thumb in your mouth. “Did you miss it here Little One?” A gentle kiss on your forehead makes you wiggle in your spot, a cheeky grin clumsily spreading across your face around your thumb.
Natasha slumps into the chair next to you, grumpy as she listens to all the security issues of the house. “It’s OUR house Mutt. Mine and Wanda’s. The security is just FINE. Do you not feel safe with us? You know we can protect both of you.” You curiously watch as the two fight, trying to figure out how serious it is.
Kate rolls her eyes at the redhead, walking over to you. She smiles gently, her ocean eyes clearing momentarily as she winks at you. You watch as her face morphs back into a pout as she looks at the Russian. “I do, and you know that. Not that I need either of you to protect me, just saying, Either way though, I could protect your house so much better with my technology. I’m not disagreeing that Tony has amazing tech, but he doesn’t deal with normal residential security as we do.” Your archer glances at you as you chew at your thumb, sighing as she stalks over to her backpack. “Our focus is bringing that big amazing security that only companies and governments usually get to the homes of our people, and clients and governments.” She’s pulling your thumb out of your mouth as she continues to try and give her side of security speech, shushing you as you whine. You glare up at her, grumpy and completely put out. “Don’t give me that look, baby Sweets.” The pout is short lived as she pops your paci into your mouth, booping the purple dinosaur on the shield.
“All I’m saying is I get that Tony found you this house, but I would love to be able to give you guys better security and we could even give you a special AI. I have mine, and I ended up putting Sweets’ in their apartment.” At the mention of your name you swing your head around, giggling as the loose paci clip thumps against Kate’s thigh. She smiles down at you, ruffling your hair as she makes quick work of clipping the arrow patterned clip to your shirt.
The entire interaction no one is paying attention to Wanda, who’s just staring at the archer and you with her jaw hanging open. “Not that this little quarrel isn’t entertaining, but are we just going to ignore the stray and her purple pacifier?” At the mention of your beloved paci, you clamber into your Mommy’s lap. Babbling around the paci in your mouth as you try to look down at it, describing different parts of it to her. The witch is quick to tug gently at the ring hanging from your mouth, teasing you as you try to glare at her.
Natasha sits up straight now, watching you curiously as you tug relentlessly at the clip attached to you. ‘Yeah, mutt, we knew you knew about our little toy but you apparently really knew.” The ginger’s eyes follow as Kate walks over to her bag again, pulling out a floppy golden dog. The archer’s body language is a little tense now, slowed down, and the awkwardness is almost seeping from her.
She sighs as she makes the dog’s paw wack you gently in the head, eliciting a squeal from you. Rubbing your face in its fur, you stumble to crawl into your Daddy’s lap. Shoving Prince Pizza into her face as you show her your friend. The smile you receive as you mumble makes you wiggle in her lap, happy to be around all three of your favorite people.
“Ms. Natalia, the pizza delivery boy is approaching. The total will be 47.79$, the suggested tip would be at least 20$ taking in the amount of driving he just had to do.” J.O.C.A.S.T.A.’s voice interrupts Kate’s train of thought as she automatically just grabs a few hundred dollar bills out of her wallet, chuckling as you start talking to the AI. The CEO quickly answers the door, smiling and telling the kid to keep the change.
By the time she comes back you are dragging the older two Avengers to the table, the moment she sets the food on the table you’re looking through the boxes for your food. “I mean we didn’t do it often, or well I guess she didn’t slip often. But yes I did get her a couple things. Mostly just the paci and Prince Pizza. The thumb thing is gross.” The archer rolls her eyes at you as she watches you take toppings off of each pizza as you struggle to find your own food. She slides the small box towards you, watching you wiggle in happiness when you see your favorite box. A personal pepperoni pizza, a couple cheesy bread slices, a few boneless wings, and mini cinnamon sticks all in a cute little lunch tray style box.
The older women don’t answer, nodding silently as everyone settles down to eat dinner. Easy conversation happens as you babble about cartoons and everything you know about your favorites before Kate easily gets you to talk about every dinosaur you know. The routine is surprisingly easy for the four of you, despite this being the first time being in this situation all together. Wanda put all the leftovers away and got the couch set up, Natasha got you changed into comfy pajamas, and Kate picked a movie with snacks.
You waddled in with your paci in your mouth while dragging Sir Spikes behind you, and clutching King Wiggles in your arm. Daddy was behind you trying to juggle the blanket, pillow, hoodie, and Prince that you demanded you needed downstairs. Wanda and Kate were sitting on the couch, where the lights were dimmed and blankets with fairy lights hovered above them, creating a dome. Crawling onto the couch, you stumble and land awkwardly in between the two brunettes. You watch with careful eyes as the ginger trudges in behind you, dumping everything but Prince Pizza onto the couch.
Mommy swipes the floppy pup, making him fly around above you; relishing in the giggles the actions receive. Kate settles back into the ginger’s arms, the two watching as you try to catch the floating stuffed animal. Natasha is mumbling against the archer’s shoulder, quietly as to not disturb the cuteness but loud enough so the younger girl can hear her. Apologies and promises to talk about changing security, the widow softly smiling as the CEO starts talking about what kind of equipment she can bring into the house.
Rise of the Guardians is playing in the background, a movie that Kate had introduced you to and you were obsessed with now. You were poking at her, trying to get her attention but she was entirely too focused on the quiet conversation she was having with Daddy. You plop back down on your butt, glaring at her. Mommy is snacking on popcorn slowly, snickering at your put out expression.
The grunt as you kick your feet some is muffled by the paci still in your mouth, and your glare gets as scary as possible. Your pokes at Kate’s thigh are getting more aggressive, but she just shushes you with a teasing smile before going back to the conversation at hand.
You just catch the gaze of Daddy, who just smirks at you with a teasing wink. Finally you pathetically flop down to bury your face into the archer’s tummy, ignoring the yelp of pain she lets out when your pacifier digs into the soft skin there. She’s helping you look up at her now, giggling a little at the glare on your face. Waiting patiently for you to speak, your anger leaves your body as she runs her fingers gently through your hair. Leaning into her touch a mumbled “Puppy” leaves your paci filled mouth, and you close your eyes to soak up the archer’s warmth.
What you miss are the tears filling her eyes as she stares down at you in awe, and the soft looks gracing Wanda and Natasha’s faces. Kate tries to collect herself, but a few tears leak from her eyes. The witch kisses the archer’s temple, letting praising thoughts leak into her mind. The widow smirks happily, bumping her forehead against the younger girl’s shoulder. A proud wink sent her way as she leaves soft kisses along the back of her neck.
The three fall into a comfortable silence, watching the movie, as you cuddle sleepily into Kate. Your legs are in Mommy’s lap and you’re gripping at Daddy’s pants. Even if it’s a little uncomfortable, there isn’t anywhere you would rather be.
pairings: wanda x black!reader ; bruce x black!reader ; avengers x black!reader
warnings: 18+!!!! wlw smut, mind control in a way?, everything is consensual, oral, using magic for pleasure, exibitionism, voyeurism, sex magick, magical strap on, being tied up, daddy kink
a/n: I do not own these characters but this story and my other works are my own intellectual property. And a big thanks to @vase-of-lilies for my new disclaimer banner!
pairings: wanda x black!reader ; bruce x black!reader ; avengers x black!reader
warnings: 18+!!!! wlw smut, mind control in a way?, everything is consensual, oral, using magic for pleasure, exibitionism, voyeurism, sex magick, magical strap on, being tied up, daddy kink
a/n: I do not own these characters but this story and my other works are my own intellectual property. And a big thanks to @vase-of-lilies for my new disclaimer banner!
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“You have no idea how long I have waited and waited to get my turn to ruin you,”
All you could see is red, the tendrils of power flowed from her hands and over you, she wasn’t in your line of sight yet. She was taunting you, teasing you and she didn’t even have to physically touch you. The red ropes tickled your nipples and you called out begging for her hands or her mouth.
“You can beg but I want to take my time with you,”
“Wanda please!,” You mewl. It had been a good month or so between this session and your last and the worst part about it? Bruce doesn’t touch you between sessions. He does it to tease you, he loves to see how needy you become after not being touched and not being able to cum when you want to. So he doesn’t touch you, and you hate it.
“What? this isn’t enough?,” She extends her fingers and her power mocks her gesture, rubbing your clit in circles, it still wasn’t enough but it was something. It was enough to ebb that ache away just a bit.
“I w-want more,” Your wrists flex underneath the soft knot of ribbon she had wrapped ever so neatly around them. It made Wanda exude a particularly dominant demeanor to have you in her bed, with her red silk robe tie complimenting your dark skin. It made her wet to see your back arch and make your breasts reach toward the sky, nipples hard and skin of your breasts moving so delicately and urgently to beg for more. She felt like you were hers when she looks down at your brown toes and see the base of a white polish with red swirls on them to mimic her power.
Wanda has never wanted to kiss or suck anyone’s toes so bad.
“Tell me what you want, Dove,”
“Everything…”
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“I’ve literally held off on blowing any loads for this and I’m getting close already,” Tony was never afraid to be blunt and at the beginning of this, if he said that, everyone would be appalled but now, they’re all so used to it that they just moan in agreement.
“I still can’t believe we’re doing this,” Steve said. He’s nervous in a way, because he knows after this session, in a few week’s time, it’ll be his turn and he doesn’t want to disappoint. It’s been a while for him, not like decades long (anymore) but long enough for him to doubt his abilities.
“Are you second guessing the fact that a bombshell like Y/N is doing US the pleasure of sleeping with her?,” Sam questioned.
“Yeah, you gotta admit man, this is quite the experience,” Bucky added.
“The best I’ve ever had,” Natasha sighed happily.
“Yeah, yeah, soak it all in now because after this she goes back to being all mine,” Bruce looked over his glasses, to give wink and a smirk.
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“Hear that, Dove? Your daddy said after all this, he’s gonna go back to keeping you all to himself, that’s why I’m gonna take my time with you,”
She finally stepped into your line of sight, and God did she look ridiculously sexy. Her hair had fallen over her shoulders in second day beach waves and her nipples matched yours in the sense of sitting pretty on her areolas, hard as her body grew more aroused by the second.
She moved her hand delicately but the tendrils that flowed from her had grabbed your legs roughly. You didn’t understand how well she could make her magic flow until it was being used on you in this way. Her other hand moved and the red waves pushed past your labia and into your vagina. The mist of power was so thin itself but inside you it mimicked the girth of a dick. The wet sounds echoed in your ear and hearing how wet you were was so erotic to you. Every time you get fucked, you get hypnotized by the sound of your own wetness, that may make you a little self absorbed but it makes you feel so good about yourself that you make their dicks drown when they’re deep inside and their pussies messy when you scissor.
“God that pussy feels sogood,”
You looked over after she whispered and saw her grinding at the air and her eyes closed. It took a second for you to understand, but she was using her powers to simulate a cock for herself so she could feel how you feel inside.
“Oh..fuck,” you couldn’t help but call out at her action and how hot this was, the sensation she was creating without even having to physically touch you is otherworldly.
“I want it, gimme more, Wanda. I want more,” soon, you weren’t even needing her powers to keep your legs apart because you were opening them wide yourself, “Fuck, baby that shit feels so good,”
“Does it, Dove? Does my malen'kaya suchka like that?,” the way she called you her little bitch in Russian rolled off her tongue like silk. If anyone were to call you that outside of this type of setting, you’d be throwing drinks and punches, but now, all it can do is make you arch your back and moan her name.
Her pace was rich, and slow but her stroke was deep and hard. You could feel your juices running down to your asshole, that just so happens to be winking, wanting some attention as well. She has to be reading your mind, because shortly after, you feel a push up against the tight ring of muscles. You feel full as her waves of power penetrate you in both holes. You feel full just to be getting fucked by an illusion, her power is real, but the feeling of being stuffed by two cocks is not. The waves of red were so thin but the feeling of thick girth was not.
The feeling of wet tongues around your nipples called you to moan out in surprise. You don’t know how she does it but then again, you don’t have the time to figure it out, it’s too fucking good to be trying to figure it out right now.
“Good girl. Take it, there ya go. Take me, take me deep inside,”
You were bucking up at the air, her eyes looked deep into your soul and read you to filth. Her eye contact was too hypnotizing, you couldn’t look away, not with her thrusting her hips like that and definitely not with her juices falling down to the floor like that. Some of it was making a journey down her legs and some was just dripping onto the floor like a leaky faucet, you wanted to be under her catching it.
“Right there, right there, right fucking there. Oh my fff- fuuuuck,” your first orgasm of the night was gifted to you with a bright red bow attached to a sexy redheaded witch. The very redheaded witch who you considered your friend, a friend who now, had your hands tied to the bed, a friend whose bed you made a mess on, (one of many). A friend who was calling you her little bitch is Russian, it was so aggressive yet sultry, she could degrade you in Russian and you would thank her, even if you didn’t know what all of the words meant.
“What a good suchka. Making a mess for me already. You just couldn’t wait to make a wet spot on my bed could you? Your big daddy Brucey has been neglecting you hasn’t he? Poor little Dove,”
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“How do you not fuck the day lights out of her in between all of this?,” Clint asks. He almost hates that he went first for all of this, he’s had so many more ideas of what he could do to you and now he’s not sure if he’ll ever get to try them.
“She knows how this goes. She knows who daddy is,”
“Man, you’re better than me,” Bucky sighed.
“I will forever mourn the fact I had to wash Mjölnir after for cleanly purposes. She smells so good I didn’t want to get rid of it,” Thor didn’t want to discuss how often he cums to the memory of your session with him. He wants another go but who knows if he will ever get that chance again.
“I know, I didn’t want to wash her cum off my face either,” Sam adjusts himself as he can feel himself getting hard. Tony sits in a chair, subtly palming himself, he just wants his night with you. He doesn’t care how much he thinks about it, he will reiterate how bad he wants you until it is his turn. Natasha, sat with one leg curled under her as she tries to discreetly hump the heel of her foot, the hardness of the bone and the pressure she made, made great for a humping experience. Steve and Bucky were thrusting into the air at nothing and Thor, Thor just kept squeezing his legs together, in hope that the pressure will ease his raging hard on.
Bruce however, had given up the idea of the listening party etiquette and pulled his cock out, stroking to the sounds of your moans, jerking himself off to the pace of the sound your juices made each time Wanda went in and out of you.
Everyone had begun staring at his leaking head, some of their mouths wide open as it dripped down his shaft. His balls sat comfortably on top of the V his zipper made as it was spread open, they were so heavy he didn’t have an answer for how he would hold himself back before you were spent.
Being uncomfortable wasn’t a thing now. Everyone had settled into the idea of this being their thing. This is what they do together so if they had started out uncomfortable, they got over that fast.
“Shit,” Bruce hissed as he swiped his palm over his angry red tip. He was leaking for you. He missed the feeling of your mouth sucking his tip like you were getting the last drop of a milkshake. His missed feeling your ridged walls as he fucked you into the mattress. Thinking about you, thinking about himself cumming inside you, it was almost too much for him,
He had to slow down.
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At this point Wanda was sitting on your face, riding your tongue like a jockey in the Kentucky Derby, almost to the finish line, going for the prize money.
“That’s it, baby. I’m so close, you gonna make me cum? You gonna slurp me up real good?,”
“Mhm! Mhm!,” If your mouth wasn’t full of pussy, you would have shouted your answer for her.
Even though she was on top of you, her magic still flowed from her hands to fuck you silly. She had finally let your hands go and you had your hands latched onto her breasts, tweaking her nipples and choking her while she convulsed from the shocks of pleasure she was receiving.
Wanda was close and she didn’t try to hold back the moans that were bubbling in her throat. She was calling out your name and all you could taste was her essence and feel the moisture of her clammy skin. She was whimpering and damn did she sound good, with the way her breath hitched you could tell she was getting ready to cum.
Her thighs were adding the perfect amount of pressure around your head to make your tongue flick faster, to make your hand squeeze her neck harder.
“I knew your mouth was good for something other than complaining,” Wanda whimpers. She’s right, you’re a complainer but that’s only because you’re so spoiled and of course, there’s nothing wrong with that.
You and Wanda have a running joke that your mouth can do other things than just complain and right now, you were proving it.
It wasn’t long before Wanda came in your mouth and never have you acted so thirsty. She was so pretty when she came, her face was flushed red and her breasts jiggled as the tremors ran over her body. She tasted so good, at this point you didn’t want her to get off your face, you wanted to keep tasting her, drinking her up like she was a ripe strawberry, plump and juicy.
You were surprised when she pulled herself off of you to lick her cum off the corners of your mouth. Lapping it up like it was a hot summer day and your popsicle was melting, she wanted to catch the sugary liquid.
Your tongues swirled together and your clit throbbed when she sucked on your tongue like a lollipop, wanting to suck her own flavor off of you.
“I want you to fuck the hell out of me. When I cum I don’t want to see a flash of white, I want to see you emerging from clouds of red,”
“I will make your dreams come true, Dove. Don’t you worry,”
She wasn’t lying when she said that either. She had you twisted like a pretzel fucking you, she had your face smooshed into the mattress as she ate you from the back. Wanda didn’t come to play, she meant business and she wanted you to come as many times as possible before the sun came up because once the sun came up, it’s game over.
Wanda fucked you so hard you have to brace your hands against the headboard or else your skull would be cracked from the impact. She was feral, she was fucking your orgasms out of you but making sure she got her own nuts as well. The sheets were wet with cum, saliva and sweat, the number of times you began drooling from how much you’ve cum is lost on you. The smell of the room is a bit raunchy but that is to be expected with a mix of bodily fluids.
“Call for your daddy, baby,” she breathed in your ear, “Let him know how good an imaginary cock is fucking his little Dove’s pussy,”
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“Daddy! Daddy please, she’s fucking me so ff..ff-ffuucking good!,”
Your screams echoed into the hallway of superheros who were getting their rocks off and sharing moans.
Bruce had beads of sweat along his hairline as he gripped his length tightly in his hands, he wasn’t even trying to hold out anymore, he had gotten nasty with it and started palming his heavy sack, trying to coax his nut out of himself.
“That’s right baby, take it,” he mutters to himself when he hears your calling for him. He knew Wanda was making you feel good but the fact she had you calling his name, had his toes curling.
“God dammit,” Tony cursed, clenching his fingers around his bulge he just needs to hear that final scream, that last whine as you cum for the last time tonight, before he as to wait weeks to hear you like this again. He wants to cum with you, even if he’s not the one in there, he wants to share that orgasm so when he goes back to his room, he can envision it’s you two who were in that room together.
Natasha, poor Natasha was right on the edge, knuckles losing their color with how tight she was gripping the arms of the chair she was in. She never thought humping her own heel would feel so good. It’s a lot better than humping a soft pillow, she could never get the angle right with that, but this way? This way was a game changer.
Sam and Bucky were reminiscing about their nights with you in their minds. The way Sam had you up in the air like that, Bucky thinking about the way his mouth attached to the little cut on your neck. You brought this out of them and they would be lying if they said they weren’t proud of how you did it.
Clint was turned on but he had a good way of hiding it. Not that he was embarrassed but he knows for damn sure if he took his cock out, he’d have busted already. Thor was still palming himself, he was teasing himself trying to see if he could make it past this session without cumming because if he did? He could go back to home and slut himself out to the thought of you while he stared at his hammer and just imagine you riding it again.
Then there was Steve, Steve was half hard and half limp. He is overthinking the fact that this session is almost over and then in a short amount of time it will be his turn. He’s getting hard hearing you like this but he can’t get all the way there because his mind is going a million miles a minute and he’s worried about his performance. If he can’t get out his head now to get hard and stay hard, he begins ti think he might have some performance issues when you’re in front of him.
Stage fright if you will.
Maybe when this is over tonight he can go back to his room and beat his dick until he cums, maybe if he just plans things a little in his head it won’t be an issue. Or maybe he’s just over thinking.
“Harder, harder! please I want iiiit,” you cried out.
They all emitted the same response. A breathy “fuck” was said in unison as your voice had gone shrill.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee,”
Bruce could practically hear the tears that welled in your eyes. You always get so glassy eyed when you’re teetering on the line of being fucked out. You’re almost there and you don’t want to be done just yet, but you’re not sure how much longer you can last.
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Wanda’s pelvis was meeting yours as she thrust inside of you, she had her magic wrapped around her thighs like a strap on except she could feel everything. She could feel the way you clenched tight around her, she can feel your walls throbbing to the beat of your heart, she can feel how fucking warm and wet you were and it drove her mad. She never thought she would be able to experience the inside of someone and derive pleasure from it, she always wanted to and here she is.
“Gimme one more, Dove just one more, I know you can do it, pretty girl. I know it. Be good and give it to me,” her forearms made a frame on each side of your head as her cool forehead was pressed against yours. She was swallowing your moans like they were a sort of life force that kept her going. Your lips are swollen from how hard you two have been kissing one another, biting each other’s lips and sitting on each other’s faces.
You were glad that she untied your arms when she did because you needed the sensation of your nails digging into her back, you needed to hear her swear in Russian as you scratched down her spine.
These little raindrops of feelings were creating an entire storm that was your impending orgasm. Your whimpers were small rumbles of thunder, your body twitching in pleasure lighting bolts. Your sky was getting dark as the clouds came closer, your sky was starting to rain harder and you didn’t have an umbrella.
“Cum in meeee!!,” that final cry was the loudest crack of thunder you could produce. You felt your cum splash on your as you squirted all over Wanda and her sheets.
“That’s it, baby,” Wanda encouraged, “F-ffuucckk!,” her legs tightened up as she came, she couldn’t literally cum inside you bit the feeling was outstanding regardless of if it could be done or not. The fact that you begged for her to is what sent you over the edge.
Your hands flew to your eyes as you began bawling, your body was still hot from the bolts of pleasure that overtook your body. Behind the clouds was a sunny sky, it was the most beautiful storm that could be produced,
“God, shit, th-that was too good,” you gasp. Your smile up at the witch who bends over to kiss your forehead. You both share a laugh when you hear multiple moans from the hallway. You forget that everyone is out there until you’re done and can hear them. You could tell that many were brought to orgasm and with that fact you saw the sun peaking up and you pouted at Wanda.
You didn’t realize how long you two have been at it but at the first sign of the sun you know it was time to get cleaned up, relax a bit and go back to your normal routine.
“I know, Dove,” you don’t even have to say anything before Wanda is speaking. She can see it in your eyes.
“When we wake up, I’ll get you clean and we can watch movies all day. How does that sound?,”
“You got yourself a deal,”
It wasn’t long before you’re waking up to a bunch of groans and mutters. You look down and see that you actually did make a mess for Wanda to have to clean up.
“So that really happened, huh?,” You smirk at her.
“Indeed it was,”
For this session you wanted it to be sort of like a simulation. So, she had put you all to sleep, with everyone’s consent of course. The dream and the actions were real but it going down in person, was not. Wanda would rather have it this way because with this dream she conjured up, it would be a place she could visit any time she wanted, just her. She could watch it however many times she wanted, she could change whatever she wanted. You in that world would be a memory but Wanda would be real. You loved that idea.
It was all one giant wet dream, one of the best you could ever have.
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