Summary: The last thing Wanda thought before dusting away was how the love of her life was ripped away from her, right in front of her. The truth just couldn’t be more wrong. 

Pairing:Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Trigger Warning:  Death, cursing, angst, fluff at the end

Part two

Wanda had never really thought about death before her family was ripped away from her. After Pietro’s death, dying had been something that was almost normal to the witch, sadly. She didn’t fear it nor did she really care about it. Every mission she went to she went with a mindset of “I’ll probably die or not, let’s see”. She didn’t think less of herself, she knew the abilities she had. But she did think less of death. She didn’t fear it in any shape or form. 

Then you came into the plans and Wanda was whipped immediately. The way you carried yourself, how you looked after everyone and kept everything together even in the toughest situations. She was so in love with you and your persona after knowing you for just a few weeks. 

And you made her better in her opinion. You gave her a reason to actually live through the missions. Something to come home to. But it also made her fear again, not her own death but yours. It haunted her in her dreams, that someday you’d be ripped away from her like everyone else were. She dreaded it, even though you assured her it would be okay. That you’d always come back to her. And you did, even if there were some close calls, you always came back to her. 

Then the battle at Wakanda happened. 

You were fighting alongside Steve and Thor, using your trusted sword as your weapon. The grip you had on the familiar weapon that had served you for so many years was so tight your knuckles were white. One alien, another. You weren’t sure how long it had been like that. You just kept killing every alien that came across you, time to time helping someone else.. Your body was running on pure adrenaline, your muscles didn’t ache, your body didn’t tire. It was like you were in flow. 

Slowly but surely you found yourself with the Avengers by the edge of the forest. The creeps ran down your back but you pushed the thought away. Slicing another alien you gave a cocky smirk to your girlfriend who just shook her head. It was amazing how gorgeous she still looked, even though her face was smeared with alien blood. You tore your gaze away and thrust your weapon into another alien. 

Thanos came through the portal. You were one of the last men standing. Steve was down, Bruce was quite literally stuck in stone and Thor was only god knows where. You heard thunder somewhere in the distance. You did your best to stop the mad titan from getting the last stone, Vision. The grunts and cries that left your mouth hurt Wanda so deeply she would’ve rather fought Thanos himself. 

“Wan- Ugh, Wanda,” Your shouts were strained and she turned to look at you. The tears were blinding her eyes, your salty waterfalls were already streaming down your cheeks. You looked at Vision knowingly, he knew it too. He nodded. You took another hit before slicing the mad titan to his arm, it barely made him wince. 

Whatever it takes. 

“Destroy it!” 

She shook her head, tears running down her face. Vision was the closest thing she had after you. He was her friend, closest friend she had ever had beside her brother. And you hated that she had to do this, but she was more powerful than you. She was the only one ho could od this. Wanda felt like she was killing you by killing him. You screamed her to do it again and again until your throat was raw. 

Thanos hit you square in the head basically and lifted your weak body from the ground by your neck. 

“You’re weak, small… a pathetic little human,” his voice gnarled as he looked down at you. Your face started to go red, but it did not falter. 

“I… am… not… giving up,” You looked at him with determination, your hands on his gigantic wrist and felt the sharp blade enter your stomach. He dropped you on the ground and the last thing you’d ever hear was the pained cries of your girlfriend, who was holding back the mad Titan, destroying the stone and watching the life slowly bleed out of you. 

***

Wanda didn’t fear death, not if you were gone too. It was done, they had lost. Thanos snapped the gauntlet and a weird feeling filled the witch. She held your limp body on her lap, watching as the normally rosy cheeks were paling. Her gaze moved to the sky and she felt her feeling numbing. It wasn’t worth to fight anymore if you were gone now too. As life slowly moved away from her body, she could almost hear your laugh in the distance. Your voice filled her head, memories flashing by her eyes.

I’ll be with you soon…

But she wouldn’t.

The opposite actually.

The surgery was difficult, especially since half of the medication staff had disappeared in Wakanda. Really it was a miracle you even survived. Twice your heart flat lined but they got it back working. Natasha had been there the whole time, following as you were unconsciously fighting for your life, holding back tears every time the heart monitor made a flat sound. 

Then they moved you to the HQ. Steve, Thor, Natasha, Rocket, Carol the whole team went to find Thanos and rewind the whole mess. It didn’t go the way they expected it to go through. It was impossible to bring everyone back. The stones were gone. You woke up while they were gone. To say you were panicking was an understatement. Half of the population was gone, the news was filled with sorrow and families looking for each other. 

And now you were going to have to live without Wanda forever. It made you wish you would’ve actually died. It would have been less painful that way. 

Five years. You didn’t speak with anyone about it, you woke up, trained, went outside and helped the less fortunate. Then got back home and went to sleep. Repeat, that over and over again for five years. The sword was in a trunk, buried deep under all of the books and letters there was. You hadn’t even cleaned it from the battle. You couldn’t see it. You couldn’t bear that. A couple of times you fell into a drinking spiral but there was always someone, usually Steve or Natasha to help you back onto your feet.

The miracle called Scott Lang felt too good to be real once he came. Five years, five fucking years, the slowest years of your life and now there was a man talking about time traveling. At first, it was too good to be true, it wasn’t… it couldn’t work. It would be nearly impossible. Nearly. 

But you did it anyway. 
And lost another member.

Then Bruce snapped and you waited. The HQ went silent, Clint’s phone rang and his wife spoke. The man broke into tears right then and there, that was the moment you knew… you knew she was back. Somewhere. One phone call away. 
As you went to grab your phone the whole place blew up and the hell was loose. You were fortunate enough to not be completely buried by the building.  

Somehow you had managed to find your trusted sword in the middle of all the mess, it still had the blood of the old aliens on it as you had not used it after the battle on Wakanda. You felt determination fill you and you gripped your weapon tightly in your hands as the portals around you and Steve appeared. Literal chills ran down our back and legs and you coudln’t wipe off a smirk from your face when the alien army in front of you watched gobsmacked. Your feet tingled, you couldn't stay still. You already wanted to face the titan and fulfill your promise to him. 

“Avengers…” Steve breathed out. “Assemble”

And like that, you were fighting again. Left and right, fury filling you. The aliens were dropping dead by your feet faster than Thor could summon the hammer. It was rather scary, to be honest. The small teenaged boy Peter had to keep away from you in case you didn’t recognize him, not that you’d ever actually hurt your own team members. It was still quite intimidating how many aliens you made a pile of in just a couple of minutes. It reminded them why you were made an avenger in the first place. 

It was when Thanos was walking towards the gauntlet you saw her again. And holy shit was she gorgeous. Not aged a day, unlike you who was five years older. Wanda’s eyes were red, literally like glowing and the familiar swirls Hydra had given her were dangerously big and glowing ever so brightly. Her voice was venomous as she spoke to the Mad Titan in anger and fury, chest heaving up and down.  

“You took, everything from me.”

“I don’t even know who you are.”

“You will,” She said monotone and levitated upwards, her arms resting on either side of her. You followed as she kept punching the titan with all of her powers. Her whole body was glowing in a different way, you hadn’t ever seen her so… mad. She was dangerously angry. And you couldn’t help but applause her for it. It was kinda hot, to be honest.

When Thanos ordered the shooting you snapped out of your trance. Wanda was still holding him back, not caring if she was smashed to death. Once an energy ball hit her, missing her just by a foot she fell over on the ground, momentarily losing her hold on the mad titan. One of his soldiers took notice of the action and went to raise their sword, ready to plunge it into Wanda’s body. 

“Not my fucking girlfriend you asshole,” You grumbled as you ran at the alien and made sure to shove your sword straight through its neck, the only weak spot in their armor. The alien tried to move, to do anything to get out of the pain but you just twisted the sword tighter, until the soldier fell onto the ground and left you there, breathless and a splash of odd colored blood on your chest, neck, and face.

Wanda’s knees buckled underneath her when she saw you. Her eyes returned into their respectful but not any less beautiful color you hadn’t seen in so long. She breathed out your name, so softly you couldn’t even hear it, you could only see her mouth your name like it was just the two of you in the comfort of your bed.

 You took her into your arms and you sat on the ground, holding her head against your shoulder and her waist against yours. It was the best feeling you had felt in five years. Her scent you had on your old clothes now filled your nose and refreshed your memory. Her red hair tickled you face as you moved to kiss her. 

“Not everything,” You mumbled against her lips and Wanda couldn’t do anything else than sob dryly. Her hands went to your face and she leaned her forehead against you. 

She hadn’t lost everything. She hadn’t lost you. 

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Characters: Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: N/A

Request:@xxxtwilightaxelxxx​ - Okay heres another one, may I request a Wanda Maximoff one where she comes home from a long mission and when she does it all seems to be quiet which is odd but then she hears her gf yn crying and immediately springs into action ready to defend her gf when it turns out yn is watching something and crying over it, but of course jolts when Wanda appears out of no where, not having received a message. Ends with tired Wanda teasing yn a bit over it while yn gives her all the cuddles she needs and deserves. Please and thank you, hope this is okay

Word Count: 445

Author: Charlotte

Having an avenger as a girlfriend had its highlights and its tribulations. You loved Wanda with all of your heart, but it did mean that she would be away from home often for extended periods of time to go on missions. It was hard to have her gone for so long, often without a certain timeframe along with the dangerous type of job that she did.

You tried your best to make the most of the time that you had alone at home, often getting some extra chores done and some extra reading without distraction. This time you had ended up in a reading block, so settled on a few movies to make your way through. You’d settled done one evening a week or so after Wanda had left and watched a film. You didn’t know what it was about, but it ended up being far sadder than you expected. Tears had tumbled down your face, soaking into the front of your pyjama top as you ugly sobbed throughout the film.

All of your attention had been on the sad scenes on the screen, so intensely that you hadn’t heard Wanda come home, not until she appeared in the living room, red waves extending from her hands as she frantically looked around.

You couldn’t help but scream when she rushed into the room, having not expected to see her that day at all, let alone without hearing her enter the home.

“What’s wrong?” She asked clasping onto your arms. “What happened?”

It took you a second to settle your panicked breathing to figure out what was going on and why she seemed so worried.

“What do you mean?” You questioned.

“Why are you crying?”

Your panic immediately faltered as you giggled at your girlfriend’s expression.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you smiled. “I was watching a sad film.”

The red swirls from her hands disappeared as her eyebrows furrowed whilst she looked down at you.

“I was worried,” she berated. “I don’t see you for a week and come home to hearing you sob; I didn’t know what had happened.”

You opened your arms for her, and she happily obliged, sitting down with you on the sofa in your arms, in a long-missed embrace.

“How was the mission?” You asked, playing with her long reddish-brown hair.

“Tiring,” she sighed. “I am just happy to be home with you.”

She pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek before turning her attention to the film that was still playing on the screen. “What are you watching?”

“It’s almost finished, but we can watch another film together?” You offered.

Wanda nodded her head, settling back into the cuddle on the sofa.

No More Suffering

PAIRING: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

SUMMARY: Wanda doesn’t have anything left to lose, except you.

I slip the key into the lock and twist the doorknob, entering the apartment I’d been sharing with Wanda for us to recuperate in ever since the battle against Thanos’ forces, and then being snapped out of existence only to have to fight him again, five years later, though it only felt like minutes to us. I had the money and the means to live on my own, true, but I’d grown close to Wanda in our time on the run and I knew the death of Vision was hitting her hard. I set down the groceries on the counter and call out to my friend to let her know I’m home. She doesn’t reply, but this doesn’t worry me until ten minutes later when I’ve finished unpacking the food and started preparing her favourite dinner, chicken paprikash.

I stop stirring the wooden spoon in the pot and sigh. “Wanda?” I call out again. “You need to eat, sweetie, please.”

I hear a door slowly swing open and muted footsteps as she pads into the room. She freezes like a deer in headlights the moment she reaches me, slowly glancing down into the pot with horror. Her eyes well with tears.

“Wanda?” I drop the spoon and circle the counter quickly, holding her close as she starts sobbing into my shoulder. “Wanda, what’s wrong?”

“Vision— he made— always made it for me—” She screws her eyes shut and buries her face deeper in my neck. I hold onto her arms and slowly lower us to the floor, pulling her into my lap and rocking her back and forth soothingly. In my mind, I’m cursing myself, having just remembered that it was indeed what Vision made for her when they got the chance in their two years on the run.  I rub circles into her back, hoping that she’ll calm down enough for me to apologise, wishing I had another arm to knock the whole pot of dinner into the garbage so she wouldn’t have to look at it.

We stay in this position for an uncountable amount of time, all I know is that it was long enough for my legs to start aching from her weight. Eventually, though, I manage to instruct her through breathing exercises and comfort her enough that her sobs cease into small whimpers, and those into even smaller sniffles, until finally she reaches the stage we always seem to end up at: numbness.

Her expression is blank. She stares into the distance, eyes puffy and red and lined with bags.

“Where have you gone?” I ask gently.

“You’re all I have left,” comes her soft reply.

“Wanda,” I squeeze her shoulders. “That’s not true.”

She shakes her head, eyes suddenly wide. “What if … something happens. Stark’s bomb. Ultron. Thanos. I can’t live through any more loss, (Y/N), please, you have to understand what I’ve done.”

I reel back in confusion. “What are you talking about, Wanda? What did you do?”

“Now is no time to mourn. That’s what he said, when he killed him. Now is no time at all.” A deep crimson colour replaces her sad, green eyes. My heart beats a little faster.

“Wanda.”

She meets my eyes. Red tendrils of her power seep around us, embalming us. “I have to protect you.”

“Wanda, stop it!”

“No more suffering,” she whispers.

And then there was nothing at all.

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summary: wanda sure had a way with her magic

word count: 3.7k

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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summary: wanda sure had a way with her magic

word count: 3.7k

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!

—–

“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…”

—

“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.

—

“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,”

—–

“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.

—–

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,” 

—–

“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.

“Daddy!! Sh-shit. Shit, shit shit, Wanda!! pleeeease,”

“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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