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The Scarlet Widow

WandaNat x Female Reader

You’re the manager of the sensational music duo The Scarlet Widow. The women invite you to their house for a meeting and things take a turn

Warnings: 18+ please! Smut! Kissing, cursing, oral, fingering, strap riding, etc.

Note: This is pretty much just smut lol. I haven’t written for WandaNat in a while, so I missed them. Enjoy this one!

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Managing musicians has never been easy, but there’s one group in particular that always gets under your skin. A duo of two married women, Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff.

The Scarlet Widow is the number one selling duo of the last three years. And they act like it too.

Most days you spend just keeping the two women in agreement. While at the studio and the label, the two women are almost always at odds.

Just yesterday they had a huge argument about the set list for the next tour. And you got caught in the middle. It was so dramatic that you decided to call an official meeting to discuss it. Wanda complained that it was her day off, so Nat offered that you come to their house for the meeting.

As you walk up to the door now, you feel nervous. You’ve been here before of course, but usually in large group for a party. Bring alone with the two women gives you a thrilling feeling.

You knock on the door and it takes a few minutes for someone to come to the door. When they do, it’s Wanda who’s wrapped in what is a very see through robe.

“Y/n, come on in,” Wanda says. There’s almost a goofy grin on her face as she steps back for you to come in. You follow her into the living room.

“Hey rockstar,” Natasha says. She always calls you that. She’s sitting on the couch with only pants and a sports bra on.

“Natty, why don’t you come with me and we’ll get dressed for this meeting?” Wanda suggests. She bats her eyes at her wife.

“Oh, I don’t think y/n minds what we’re wearing. Do you?” Nat asks you. Your eyes linger over her toned stomach and you swallow dryly. “I’ll take that as a no.”

Natasha reaches for her wife’s hand and pulls her to sit on her lap.

“Take a seat, dorogoy,” Wanda says.

You sit a respectable distance from the two women and try to ignore the way Natasha whispers something in Russian to her wife. Wanda smiles at whatever it is that she was told.

“So, did we come to any agreements about a set list?” You ask them, doing your best not to notice the way Natasha’s hand has slipped into Wanda’s robe. They aren’t usually this affectionate at the studio.

“I think so, yeah,” Nat answers.

“I’m not so sure,” Wanda says. Nat rolls her eyes and leans back onto the couch. “I still think we need to sing Love in New York.”

“No,” Natasha immediately shuts her down.

“Why? It’s a good song! The fans love it!”

“I’m done singing a song about your ex boyfriend,” Natasha argues. She has a point.

“If I could just-“

“And you know what?” Wanda interrupts. She stands up and looks down at Natasha. “We’re not going to sing She’s A Witch either.”

“You wouldn’t dare! I wrote that for you!” Nat argues.

“I don’t like it anymore!”

You listen to them argue back in forth for who knows how long until they finally run out of things to say.

Wanda plops down on the couch next to you, much closer than before.

“What do you think, y/n?” Her voice comes out irritated but soft.

“Well since you both have a song you don’t want to sing then maybe that’s when we can work in a break for you. While the other person is singing, you can leave the stage,” you explain.

“I don’t know,” Wanda replies.

“Yeah, we never leave the stage separately,” Nat adds. “Together or nothing.”

Wanda smiles at her wife’s words. She moves closer to her again and sits in her lap again.

“Together or nothing, y/n. You have to pick which song we sing,” Wanda says.

She leans into Nat and even brings her in for a kiss. You can’t fight the way it makes you feel to see them kiss.

Natasha notices the way your press your thighs together at their display. Nat whispers another set of Russian words to Wanda that you don’t know the meaning of.

Wanda looks at you and reaches her hands out in a grabby motion. “Come closer.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, a slight shakiness is in your voice.

You move closer to the women, but not close enough as Wanda reaches to you and pulls you even closer. Your thigh brushes against Natasha’s.

“You have to pick our song, sweetheart,” Wanda says. Her hand comes to the side of your face to fix your gaze on hers. “And you need to pick mine.” She leans closer to you, so close you think she might kiss you.

“Not so fast,” Natasha cuts in, taking Wanda’s hand off of your face. “I think you should pick my song. It’s about how lovely Wanda is. And don’t you think my wife is beautiful?”

You nod and Natasha smirks at you.

“Say it,” Nat commands. “Say that you think she’s beautiful.”

“She’s beautiful,” you choke out.

“Good girl,” Natasha says. You do a poor job of holding back a whimper at her words.

“Oh, she’s so cute,” Wanda says to Nat. Something about the way she says it like you aren’t there makes your pace quicken.

“I know, sweetheart. I think maybe we should give her a show and she can decide who’s side to be on,” Natasha replies.

“Are you okay with that, y/n?” Wanda looks you again. You nod.

With that, Natasha kisses her wife like you’re not even there. Their tongues run over each others directly in front of you. You’ve never been so turned on in your life and you’re fighting every urge to reach down and touch yourself.

“You can join in if you want,” Wanda says once the kiss has broken.

You don’t know what comes over you, but you surprise yourself as you lean in and kiss Natasha first.

She’s shocked that you went for her first, but she reciprocates the kiss quickly. It’s sloppy and passionate as her hand pulls at at your hip.

“Let me have a turn,” Wanda says. She’s pouting a little bit. Nat kisses her cheek and guides your lips to Wanda’s with a hand on the back of your neck.

Wanda’s kiss is softer, but just as passionate. She holds your face in her hands and you’re so into it that you don’t notice Natasha slip off Wanda’s robe.

Nat licks and sucks Wanda’s nipples as you kiss the brunette.

“Oh fuck,” Wanda whimpers against your lips.

You take in the sight of her on Natasha’s lap completely naked.

“We were working out the set list details before you came over,” Wanda explains. “We argue best with our bodies.”

You nod, not really knowing what to say. Luckily, you don’t have to say anything because Natasha’s hands start to roam over the hem of your shirt. She lifts the material over your head.

Both women drink in the sight of you. Nat reaches behind your back and unhooks your bra. Wanda’s fingers take your nipples before Natasha pushes you to stand up.

“Let’s get these off,” Natasha says. She unbuttons your pants and slips them down your legs. You go to pull down your underwear, but Wanda’s hand stops you.

“Not yet, detka,” she says.

You comply as Natasha brings you onto her lap. Wanda shifts off of her so that you can straddle Nat completely.

Your core hits right on Natasha’s. You gasp at the feeling of the hardness in her pants.

Nat smirks and unbuttons her own pants and pulling her boxers down just enough to pull out her strap.

“Wanda loves this, don’t you babe?” Nat teases her wife.

“Fuck yes I do,” Wanda says. She moves to kneel on the ground in front of you two.

“Why don’t you both suck on my cock?” Natasha asks.

Wanda pulls you down to ground with her. She goes first, taking Natasha’s strap in her mouth. You watch as she takes the whole thing in one go. She’s obviously done this before. Nat reaches for your head and pushes you down onto her cock with Wanda.

Your tongue mingles with Wanda’s as you two suck Nat off. The brunette brings you in for a kiss.

“Get on the couch, baby,” Wanda commands you.

You sit next to Nat and she kisses you as Wanda buries her head between your legs. She licks through your folds, loving the taste of you on her tongue. Natasha’s hand slips down your body and her fingers work in tandem with Wanda’s tongue.

“Fuck,” you say.

“You like that?” Nat asks. She bites your neck.

“Fuck yes.”

“Yeah? You like it when my wife fucks you?”

“Yes Natasha,” you say.

She smirks partially because you admitted it and partially because she knows Wanda is about to make you come.

“Come for her, sweet girl. Come for Wanda,” Natasha says. And you do. You come hard against her mouth. She licks you clean and then leans up to kiss Natasha.

Nat accepts happily and moans at the taste of you on Wanda’s tongue.

“I want to taste you,” Natasha says to her wife. Wanda has a better idea. She lifts you off the couch.

“Get on her lap and ride her strap,” Wanda says. “Be a good girl.”

“Yes ma’am,” you say.

You hover over Natasha’s lap and she helps you onto her cock.

“Oh, you take me so well,” Natasha says. “So tight for me.”

Wanda sits on the back next to Nat on the couch. One of Nat’s hands guides your hips as the other runs over Wanda’s pussy. She’s already slick, but Natasha puts her fingers in your mouth to get Wanda even wetter. You suck her fingers and she thrusts into you.

It doesn’t take Natasha long to push you over the edge. You rest against her chest and try to breathe normally again. Natasha wears a smile on her face and you wonder if she was timing how long it would take.

“Come for me, Wands,” Natasha says as she continues to rub her wife’s pussy. “Come for daddy.”

“Fuck!” Wanda shouts as she comes.

“There we go,” Natasha says almost with a degrading tone. You lift your head off her chest and she grins at you.

You feel Wanda’s hand come to your neck and she kisses you briefly. “Y/n, baby, why don’t you help Natasha feel as good as we do?”

“Okay,” you agree.

You get off of her lap and she takes off her strap. Her glistening pussy waits for you as she spreads her legs. Wanda sits next to her side and leans her head onto her shoulder. It looks so domestic, so soft that you would never know that the two women would be having sex with you.

“Go on,” Wanda says, pulling you from your thoughts.

You lean in and lick Natasha. Her thighs shake and you realize just how worked up she is from making you and Wanda feel good.

Taking her clit in your mouth, you bring Natasha ever closer. Her wetness coats your tongue.

When you look up, Wanda is taking Natasha’s lips between her teeth and soothing the wounds with her tongue.

It motivates you to go faster, plunging your tongue into her.

“Come for her, Nat,” Wands tells her wife.

“Fuck,” Natasha says as she comes.

You emerge from between her legs. Wanda pulls you into both of their laps and you share a kiss with the women.

“So, who’s song do you pick?” Natasha asks.

“Oh, um- how about you two write a new song? Together or nothing,” you suggest.

Wanda laughs and kisses your cheek. Natasha chuckles as well.

“I like that idea, sweetheart,” Wanda says.

“Maybe we’ll write it about you,” Natasha adds.

You smile shyly. The women kiss your cheeks at the same time and you snuggle against them.

Maybe from now on the two of them won’t be so hard to manage. After all, you understand their process now and they both plan on involving you in it over and over again.

The Scarlet Widow always was your favorite band.

#wandanat x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wandanat #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #wandanat smut #rockstar!wanda #rockstar!nat

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upagainstthewallwithme · 8 months

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Slow Burn

Rockstar!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

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Kinktober Day 5: Table Sex @flightlessangelwings

You stood at the front of the crowd. You couldn’t take your eyes off her. She was your favorite artist. Her music was the soundtrack to your life.

All you could think about was how much you wanted to fuck her.

Wanda Maximoff had stormed onto stage with undeserved disdain for the audience. She moved as she sang, her voice dripping with something indescribable. Everything about her was untouchable.

The loud speakers thudded beside you. You could feel the vibrations in your throat.

Above you on the stage, Wanda was both dangerous and ethereal.

Intimidation and attraction warred inside you. Your stomach twisted with longing. You fought the urge to reach out and try to touch her.

Wanda’s hand trailed thoughtlessly over her body as she lost herself in the song. You were close enough to see the sweat drip down her neck. You swallowed as images raced into your mind.

Her oversized white shirt was rolled up at the sleeves. You watched the muscles in her forearm tense as she gripped the microphone.

Wanda leaned forward as she held the last note. Her long red hair was thrown to one side. You were in awe.

Without warning, Wanda’s eyes flashed to you and you lost your breath. They lingered on you for a moment too long. There was something dangerous about her stare. Something tempting too.

She ran her fingers through her hair, straightening up as the song ended.

The next song started. One of your favorites. Wanda glanced at you again. She smirked as she walked to the other side of the stage.

You felt dumbstruck. Her voice was seeping into your veins. Her eyes were something else.

By the last song, Wanda had looked at you more times than you could count. Everytime her attention lingered on you, you felt your cheeks heat.

Did she know how much you wanted to touch her?

Before you left the venue, you felt the tap of a security guard on your shoulder. You knew what they were going to say before they said it. You nodded eagerly.

You followed them backstage, to a dressing room door with a scrawled Maximoff taped on the outside. The security guard knocked for you and then you watched him walk away. He didn’t look back. Your palms felt clammy.

The door opened and Wanda revealed herself. She nudged the door open with her hip. She had a whisky glass in one hand, a bottle in the other. Immediately, your mind went blank. All you could think was that you wanted her to touch you. Could you ask yet? Was it time?

‘Hi.’ You said shyly instead.

Wanda looked you over with practiced ease. She glanced at your band t-shirt, a drawing of her plastered over your chest.

The shirt was an old favorite, a little tight around your bust. Your cheeks heated as you realized your nipples had hardened beneath the fabric.

Wanda’s smile turned feral.

‘C’mon.’ She directed you. Her voice rasped from overuse. You swallowed another wave of desperation. Already you could feel a slow, needy throb beginning between your thighs.

Wanda stopped at a large table that held the remnants of various refreshments. Empty glasses and food containers were scattered across the surface.

‘I’ve loved your music forever.’ You told Wanda eagerly, watching her pour out a half glass of whiskey. ‘I never thought I’d get to see you in person, let alone meet you. I didn’t think you’d be so -’

You hesitated, remembering yourself.

‘So what?’ Wanda prompted, her expression daring you to say it. She lifted the glass to her lips and drained it slowly. You watched her swallow. Her thumb brushed the corner of her mouth.

‘Hot.’ You blurted.

Wanda stared at you. Her eyes were darker than on stage and this time she didn’t look away. She put down her glass on the table.

‘Then why are you standing over there?’ She asked simply.

A law of magnetism brought you forward.

The heat of her body made you shudder. You’d never wanted anything as much as this. You could feel your heart pouding inside your chest. The desperate need between your legs became uncomfortable.

Wanda touched you. Her fingers trailed down your bare arm. The light sensation brought goosebumps to your skin. You watched the muscles in her forearm tense and relax. You tried to remember how to breathe.

Wanda held your chin between her thumb and forefinger. She tilted your head up and kissed you slowly. Her mouth tasted sweet, the whisky burned your throat like an afterthought. You moaned at the warmth.

She was too hot. She was making you too hot. You were going to burn.

Wanda’s hand gripped your waist. Her fingers dug into your side and you moaned again.

You felt her smirk against you as she moved to nip the skin at your neck.

You felt her lean forward bending you with her.

Your back hit the sticky wooden surface of the table.

Wanda’s hair tickled your skin as she leaned over you. The faded smell of cigarettes mixed with her coconut shampoo.

Her hands slipped to the belt of your jeans. She unbuckled it slowly, her eyes never leaving yours. You watched transfixed, your breathing shallow. She dragged your pants down.

Her calm confidence filled you with an even more urgent need. You needed her to fuck you.

You stuttered on some incomprehensible speech.

Wanda put her finger to your lips. She pressed down firmly.

‘Shut up.’ She advised in a gravelly whisper.

You tried to remove your t-shirt, still desperate to hurry. You were going to combust.

Wanda laughed dryly as she caught your wrist. ‘Leave it.’

She brushed your erect nipples through the fabric. Your felt like your skin was on fire.

Wanda leaned right over you again. Her tongue entered your mouth as she kissed you obscenely. Your mind felt hazy. Her tongue was hot and wet and you couldn't think.

Her hand slipped into your underwear. Roughly, she played with your clit. You knew her hand was soaked.

‘Fuck.’ You breathed on every exhale.

Wanda smiled, still just above you. Her chest brushed against yours.

You felt her finger slip inside you. Your legs parted wide, desperate to get more. She didn’t stop until you were full.

You heard yourself moaning with every movement. The slow burn ached. You’d never been so full.

Every kiss was intoxicating. Disoriented, you wondered if you’d been here for hours. Wanda dragged your bottom lip between her teeth. You felt her hipbone nudge your stomach as she pushed into you with increasing force.

For a long time the pleasure was endless. Then, very suddenly it was immediate.

You choked out her name as you started to come.

You wrapped your arms around Wanda as you curled into your orgasm. Her free hand held your back. You felt her breathing against you.

‘I knew you wanted to fuck me.’ She rasped as you shuddered around her fingers.

#wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x reader #fawktober2023 #rockstar!wanda maximoff

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wandashousewife · 5 months

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Headcanons for Rockstar!Wanda

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• She wears the loudest and most eye-catching outfits at every public event. If she could, she would have neon lights and smoke effects coming out of the sleeves of her suit jacket (Idea from Carol)

• She always smells like the most expensive perfume and it's so overwhelming that the rest of the Avengers have to tell her she smells like a chemical spill

• Constantly working on her stage makeup and hairstyles, trying to come up with new and unique looks

• Known to be a little bit of a diva, but in a charming and endearing way

• Loves to perform for her fans and really lets loose on stage, giving it her all in every performance

• Wanda is a bit of a night owl, preferring to work on her music late into the night

• Wanda's stage presence is unmatched, and she is a master at working the crowd

#wanda maximoff x reader #Rockstar!Wanda #rockstar gf #elizabeth olsen

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thenovamuse · 1 year

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darlinhutchence · 3 months

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Michael Hutchence rockin' Wanda Beach in 1982.

#michael hutchence #inxs #rockstar #singer #rock #aussie #band #aussie rock #australia #80s #1982 #wanda beach #concert #midnight oil #hes so beautiful

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fandomnerd9602 · 2 months

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The Scarlet Witches get ready to take the stage…

Agatha: where’s Wanda?

Natasha: I don’t know.

Wanda and Y/N run in…

Wanda: sorry I’m late

Agatha: I see who kept you busy (giggles)

Y/N: it wasn’t me

Wanda lets out a nervous laugh and holds up a positive pregnancy test…

Natasha: ohmygosh!!

The band mates hug their lead singer…

Agatha: I’m gonna be an aunt?!

For @lifespectator

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #rockstar gf #rockstar girlfriend #rockstar Wanda #wanda maximoff incorrect quotes

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batllethinker · 11 months

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Rockstar Wanda being intimidating asf, her death glare being a permanent part of her, she barely interacts with her fans except for the crude comments she makes but that doesn't stop Nat, or the several other groupies that just follow her around and attends her every show (Nat is the only one that has been repeatedly invited backstage though)

#rockstar wanda #wandanat

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kujousgf · 3 months

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EVERLONG. mdni. 18+.

dream girl evil universe

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

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

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

wc: 2.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Big sisters don’t get introductions anymore?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello

I’ve waited here for you

Everlong”

#alice's fics !#🎸🦇 au #natasha romanoff x female #natasha romanoff x fem reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanov x reader #natasha romanov imagine #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanov smut #natasha romanoff smut

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togrowoldinv · 11 months

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Your Song

Rockstars!WandaNat x Female Reader

The best selling duo, The Scarlet Widow, goes on tour. You’re the manager who watches on and cheers for your women

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, fingering (W and N receiving) oral (W and N receiving), thigh riding, slight mommy and daddy kink, backstage sex

Note: The rockstars are backkk. The Scarlet Widow is another edition of these ladies. Enjoy this one!

WandaNat Masterlist, Main Masterlist

Tonight is opening night. The Scarlet Widow is finally touring again. The two women had taken a few months off to write new music and formulate the perfect set list.

And during that time, the three of you have become quite acquainted with each other. You spend a lot of your evenings with the women.

It’s suffice to say that the three of you are in love. You never imagined it could or would happen this way, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

Before the show, Wanda and Natasha took some time alone to mentally prepare for their set. They may fight a lot backstage, but they take their show seriously.

And it sells. The arena is sold out tonight.

The two women electrify the stage as you watch them from the side. When it comes time for the acoustic part of the show, you prepare yourself for the inevitable argument of whose song got to be sung tonight.

They still hadn’t decided as of this morning. Together or nothing, they had said, but no conclusion had been made.

Natasha sits on a stool, her guitar in hand, and smiles out at the crowd. Wanda makes her way to the seat next to her.

“So, this is part of the show where we wanted to slow things down a bit,” Natasha begins. The crowd cheers. “We had a really hard time deciding what to sing for you all tonight.”

“Yes,” Wanda agrees. “There were many fights and late nights.”

She throws you a wink from on stage and you feel yourself heat up.

“Exactly, baby. But we did end up making a decision,” Natasha says. “We wrote a new song.”

At her words, the crowd erupts. You knew they had new music written, but it wasn’t in the plan to sing it tonight. Or so you thought.

“This one is dedicated to a very special woman in our lives. Someone who came in and changed everything,” Wanda explains. “This is called Forever Loving You.”

Both women glance over at you as they begin to play the song. They had written it about you. Tears form in your eyes as you listen to the words.

By the end of the song, the crowd loves the new music and it’s trending on Twitter. The women sing their final three songs before saying goodbye to the crowd.

Wanda comes up to you first, smiling so wide.

“What did you think?” She asks. Not giving you time to answer, she pulls you in for a long kiss.

Nat appears when Wanda’s pulled away. She kisses you too.

“That was the sweetest song,” you tell them.

“Well, you are our sweet girl,” Nat says.

You hug them both at once. They grin at your affection as they pull you backstage with them.

Back in their dressing room, Wanda takes off her shirt. Her sweat is glistening over her braless chest.

“How did it feel?” You ask.

“Like we’re back,” Wanda answers. “We’re back, baby!”

“We are indeed back!” Natasha says, scooping her wife up into a hug.

“I missed this energy after a show,” Wanda says.

“Me too,” Nat agrees.

The two women kiss each other deeply. You watch on as they celebrate this accomplishment together.

Nat’s hands wander over Wanda’s body, landing on her exposed breasts. She moves her hands over the breasts as her fingers flick over her nipples.

Wanda gasps into the kiss. She puts one hand in Nat’s waistband and the other beckons you to join them.

“Great idea, Wands. Come here, sweetheart,” Natasha says.

You approach the tangle of limbs. Wanting to see more of her, you slip your hands under Natasha’s shirt and pull it over her head.

Her lacy bra is quick to join the shirt on the ground. Wanda takes one nipple in her mouth as you take the other. Natasha loves when the two of you do this.

“Fuck,” she groans. “My good girls.”

Wanda’s hand in Nat’s pants moves over her folds. You unbutton her pants and pull them down her legs. Already kneeling, you remain there and take off Wanda’s pants as well.

“Oh,” Wanda moans softly as she feels her wetness exposed in the cold air. “Fuck me.”

“You both did so well tonight I think I’ll fuck you both,” you say.

You’ve gotten more confident in taking charge around the women.

“I like that plan,” Natasha says. Wanda’s fingers continue to move over her.

You use your mouth to work in tandem with her. Natasha lets out the most wonderful sounds as you move your tongue over her.

Your hand goes in the opposite direction and rubs over Wanda. You find her already wet and ready for you.

“I can take it,” Wanda mumbles between kisses with Nat. “Natty here stretched me out before the show.”

Her words make your own core ache. Of course that’s their pre show ritual.

“It’s a fact you sing better when you’re relaxed and the best way for you to relax is to take my cock, isn’t it?” Natasha asks her wife. Her tone is a bit condescending, only turning you both on more.

“Yes daddy,” Wanda answers. You slip your fingers inside of her. “Fuck.”

“Good job, baby. You take her so well,” Natasha encourages her.

You pick up your pace of your mouth on Natasha. Wanda does the same with her fingers. Soon, the woman is having to lean against her wife to remain standing.

“Come for us, Nat,” Wanda instructs her.

The woman shakes before her movements halt and pure pleasure takes over. She breathes heavily into Wanda’s neck.

You clean her up and she watches as you go directly from her pussy to Wanda’s. The taste of both women at once drives you crazy.

It drives them both crazy too. Wanda’s knees buckle as she approaches her high. Nat keeps her upright with her hands around her waist.

“Come for her, Wanda. Show me how you can come for her,” Natasha says.

Wanda’s moans become even more breathy as she comes against you. You do your best to clean her up before you stand up.

The two women take turns kissing you until your head is spinning.

“I think we owe our manager a good time too. Don’t you think, Nat? Anything she wants?” Wanda asks.

“I- um,” you stumble.

“Yeah, of course. She’s the reason we got this far after all,” Natasha says. “What would you like, y/n?”

“Oh.” They’ve never asked you before. They always just do something and it feels so good.

“Do you need some options, baby?” Wanda asks. She rubs your cheek with her fingers. The same ones that were inside Natasha just minutes ago.

“No, I- um-”

“Don’t be shy now, pretty girl. Tell us what you want,” Natasha says. She moves a hand over your arm.

“Can I- is it okay if I ride your thigh?” You ask. You’re looking at Natasha, so she correctly assumes you mean her.

“Come here,” she says, a grin on her face. She pulls you by the hand to the couch. Nat sits down all spread out for you, but Wanda keeps you standing up.

“We have to get you out of all these clothes,” Wanda says. You let her undress you while Natasha watches on with wide eyes. She loves to see her wife do this to you.

“Now, come join me,” Natasha says once you’re properly naked. She pulls you by your hips onto her lap. Your wetness is already evident as she slots her thigh between your legs.

“Were you thinking about this during the show?” Wanda asks you. “About riding my wife’s thigh?”

“Yes,” you moan out.

“Yes what?”

“Yes mommy,” you correct yourself.

“Good girl,” Wanda appeases.

Natasha’s hands move your hips against her as your movements slow. She always wants you to come hard against her.

“So good, y/n. Wanda look how she moves against me,” Natasha says.

“I know. Such a perfect girl.”

Wanda grabs Natasha’s face and she kisses her lips fervently. Tongues mingle in front of you and you’re tipping over the edge in no time.

“Fuck Natasha,” you mumble.

“Yeah baby. Ride that high,” she says. Her hands don’t stop their movements, making you feel sensitive against her.

When she relents, you fall against her. The woman kisses your forehead and holds you close.

“What a night,” Wanda remarks, joining your snuggling with Natasha. She leans over and kisses your lips softly.

“We should probably write a song about it,” Natasha says, a smirk on her lips.

“I approve,” you say.

All of you share a smile as Natasha continues to hold you and Wanda close. Tonight was the first of many tour dates.

You can’t wait to see what’s next for The Scarlet Widow.

#wandanat x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #wandanat smut #wanda maximoff smut #natasha romanoff smut #rockstars!wandanat

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figscigfigs · 5 months

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my favorite moments of episode 3 of fantasy high junior year!!!:

riz gets a 30 to micromanage his friend’s futures (and the little folders)

“their record is bad but it should be worse” “he scores points!”

"it's made a pile that kristen uses as a nightstand" "i told you that in confidence"

MAZEY!!!!! (her name is so good. she is SO GOOD. also hot.)

the whole campaign bit. everytime anyone mentioned it i giggled “level with me, you got keys?”

“who’s this bitch” (kettlelily and ruben are my mortal enemies i hate these buttcrushers with my whole heart)

ADHD KRISTEN!!!

badidas

standing ovation 4 gilear!! (fig finding out gilear left from fabian is the most devastating thing in the world and they brushed over it)

GERMAN SHEPHERD MODE!!!!

jawbone diving to protect adaine and fig from the earthquake

“if there’s one thing i know when love is in the air there should be a tiny emergency”

“hey girlie”

gorgug, famous rockstar trying to explain music to his teacher

adaine’s wizard teacher making grade bets on her prophecies

KRISTEN’S BROTHER!!!!!!! (i could murder her parents i hate them so much)

“where was your god”

everything about the bard class (the “i just act really cute and tiny”, the emo flirting, the wanda'd in, the "i've been emotionally trespassed before", the bard teacher desperately searching for fig/thinking wanda was fig for a split second/awestruckenly welcoming her in through the window) emily axford i pledge my soul to you

THE FANTASY FBI BEING CALLED ON FIG FOR HER CONSTANT DISGUISES

the kristen and cass conversation was too real and too much for me

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A hit on the ground

Wandanat x Bioquake x Bobbi x reader

Plot: Daisy, Bobbi and Reader get kidnapped…what could happen worse than that? OFC, Jemma, Natasha and Wanda have to save them.

TW: concussion (?), death of the villain :)

The darkness around you prevents you from seeing anything. A grimace distorts your face as the stabbing pain in your head makes you nauseous as you try not to close your eyes.

"Y/n, hey, hey, don't close your eyes, love."

You see the shadow of a familiar face over yours and loving hands on your cheeks; Daisy's voice rings in your ears as the inhuman checks your head for signs of injury.

"I think you have a concussion. They disabled my powers with this collar," you can't see her well because of the darkness, but you imagine her touching something around her neck, "and they sedated Bobbi with an ICER before they knocked you out, right after you ran to her. Bobbi hasn't woken up yet."

A dim light illuminates the room you are in; it is a small, drab, gray cell, the concrete floor cold to your touch. Your attention is focused on the face of the soulmate above you. Daisy has a deep cut on her cheek, and your hand instinctively reaches up to trace the edges with your thumb.

" It's a bad cut, Dee."

You push forward, trying to sit up, but Daisy stops you; your current weakness does not allow you to break free of her grip.

"Be still, I'm no doctor, but I don't think you should get up with a concussion, not until I'm sure you're okay."

Daisy is about to speak again, but the sound of a snort and the shuffling of clothes makes you both turn to your blonde soulmate. Bobbi blinks a few times, sits up, and then quickly drags herself to your side as soon as she notices Daisy holding your head in her hands with a worried look on her face.

"What happened? Where are we? Are you okay?"

Bobbi speaks so fast that you can barely understand her. You take her hand and draw circles on her palm, addressing her with a small smile.

"We're fine, Splendor...Hydra set a trap for us; they shot you with an ICER and blocked Dee's powers. How are you feeling?"

Bobbi shrugs and looks at you, her hands instantly replacing Daisy's as she carefully checks your head wound.

"Damn...are you dizzy? Vertigo? Nausea? Headache? Loss of memory?"

You shake your head, lying through your teeth, before sitting up with the help of the two girls. Bobbi doesn't take her eyes off you; Daisy, however, has her gaze fixed on the cell door as she furiously scratches her neck, just above the collar.

"Dee, stop scratching or you'll hurt yourself."

You elbow her in the arm and the inhuman stops, a small pout on her lips. The movement you make causes you more pain than you already feel. Your head throbs and the nausea you've been feeling increases exponentially; suddenly you're so weak that you lurch forward dangerously, and if it weren't for Bobbi, your face would hit the ground.

"Hey! Rockstar, are you okay? Y/n!"

Bobbi pulls your hair away from your face, and when she sees your half-closed eyes, she slaps your cheeks lightly, trying to keep you awake.

"No love, you need to stay awake."

Daisy whispers, checking your heart rate and exchanging a worried look with the blonde girl. You flinch and run a hand over your cut, trying in vain to ease the pain you're feeling. Bobbi and Daisy are talking to you, but you can't really understand what they're saying.

"We need to get her to Jemma, I think she's getting worse."

Bobbi says, putting a hand to your forehead to check your temperature as she glances at the cell door.

"I need to get this damn collar off."

Inhuman tries to force it off your neck before Bobbi stops her.

"It's no use Daisy, stop before you get hurt...Y/n, hey, you need to keep your eyes open. I know it's hard, but you have to do it for us."

Bobbi pulls you up by your armpits, pulling you into an upright position, and you let out a small moan as your head dangles forward before Bobbi rests it on her chest, helping to keep it upright before you pull away from her to put the little food back in your stomach, inches from your girls.

"It hurts," you whine, unaware that she is saying it out loud on purpose, and Bobbi grabs you before you can fall into the puddle of vomit in front of you, backing away a few steps and continuing to hold you.

"I know, honey, it will pass soon. I promise you. Just try to hold on a little longer, okay?" Bobbi gently caresses your face and gives you a small, worried smile.

Daisy moves nervously back and forth in the small cell, perhaps making a furrow for strength and continuity of movement.

"We need to find a way out of here, did you see anything while we were unconscious?"

Bobbi turns to the inhuman and curls her lips in frustration when he shakes his head.

"I was hooded, but I think we're dealing with him, Bobs."

Daisy's voice trembles slightly, though the girl does everything she can to keep you both from hearing it as she continues her frantic pace. You quickly realize who he is talking about, and just as the realization hits you, the cell door swings open, and though the dizziness and confusion caused by the concussion does not help, you immediately recognize the face that crosses the threshold, an irritated grin plastered on his face.

Grant Ward wrinkles his nose at the stench of vomit that hits him as soon as he opens the door, but that only adds to the stupid grin he wears.

"Y/n, I see you hit your head pretty hard...I'd say I'm sorry, but after all, you're the one who took away the love of my life, so no, I'm not sorry at all. It's good to see you again, ladies."

They look away. Kara's death weighs on your hands, but after what she and the piece of shit in front of you had done to Bobbi... you really had no choice. So you grit your teeth and force yourself to put on your best slap face. Out of the corner of your eye you see Bobbi shaking her head and Daisy telling you to stop bullshitting with your lip.

"Oh Ward, please, she's much happier now that she's away from you, and if you hadn't been such a coward to leave her, you'd probably be where she is now."

You regret your words as soon as the two gorillas behind Ward hold Daisy and Bobbi down and the former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent's fist slams into your right cheek with such force that, added to the weakness from the concussion, it knocks you to the ground, and this time, as your head slams violently against the floor, your eyes remain closed after the impact and your girls' hearts stop as they realize you've lost consciousness.

"You fucking bastard!" Daisy screams and Bobbi, blinded by the sight of you on the floor, struggles against the energetic man holding her down and you manage to break free, using the moment to steal the remote control Ward is clutching in his right hand and press the small button above it. A click echoes through the cell before Daisy's collar falls to the floor with a resounding thud.

"Now you're fucked, you bastard." Daisy breaks the bones of the gorilla holding her before turning to face the traitor.

Ward backs away, raising his hands and smiling at the two very angry officers. Daisy raises her right hand and points it at him.

"Any last words?" Daisy smiles, and even though her stomach is churning with concern for you, she tries not to let it show.

Bobbi sees Ward grab the gun with a lightning snap, and before either of them can even try to stop him, he grabs your body by the costume suit as he puts the gun to your temple. Despite the abrupt movement, you remain unconscious and your head falls forward.

"One step and I'll put a bullet in her head and damn it, I'm just waiting for one more reason to do it..."

Bobbi wants to scream and slap that arrogant grin off her face, but your life is in danger and she can't afford to make a misstep and she's damn scared.

"I strongly suggest you put the gun down," Bobbi says, stopping herself from jumping for his neck. You look at Daisy out of the corner of your eye and see that even the Inhuman is holding back from breaking every bone in his body.

When you return to consciousness, your instincts tell you not to open your eyes and to let your body remain soft in the grip of someone you do not recognize, at least not yet until he opens his mouth. Memories come flooding back to you and it takes very little time to realize that the cold object pressed against your temple is a gun.

"You know, I have the advantage here and..." Ward begins to speak and before you lose consciousness again, you throw yourself to the ground, catching him off guard and dragging the Hydra spy with you; your sudden movement causes him to lose his grip on the gun, which slips out of his hand, and as soon as that happens, Daisy uses her powers to throw him against the wall, knocking him unconscious. Bobbi leans over you and takes your face in her hands. No matter how hard you try to stay awake, your eyes close without you being able to stop them.

"No, no, Rockstar, you have to stay awake. Y/n please."

Bobbi screams your name as your eyes roll back and your nose begins to bleed. Drops of blood slide down your chin, starting at your nose, and Bobbi is forced to move you to the side to keep you from suffocating in your own blood, continuing to call your name to wake you up.

"Bobbi, what... what... Bobbi, Bobbi, someone is coming, we have to get out of here!"

Daisy restrains herself from screaming, keeping her arms pointed at the half-closed door of the cell, ready to break the bones of anyone who enters through it, never looking away from you. And then, when the door opens to reveal the familiar face of your other three soul mates, Daisy wants to cry with relief.

"Did I step on your moment?" Natasha flashes her best sarcastic smile, but it quickly fades when she sees the state you are in.

Jemma falls to your side, as do the other girls, just after Wanda casts a restraining spell on the door. The first aid kit slips from Jemma's shoulders and falls to the floor with a resounding thud before the sound of a zipper being unzipped rattles their eardrums.

"Bobbi, I need to know what happened."

Jemma says, her doctor's voice not leaving her for a moment as she rummages through her pockets before pulling out a small flashlight, and while Bobbi explains to her what happened, the biochemist checks your parameters with Daisy. She takes your face in her hands and opens your eyelids with her index finger and thumb, checking the dilation of your pupils.

"The right pupil is very dilated, we need to get you to the lab. I need a CT scan and..."

Jemma struggles to control her voice, trying not to shake it as she slips a collar around your neck to keep your head still before her eyes fall on the blood crusted under your nose. Her eyes widen as she notices it, and the fear and worry she has been trying to hold in until now rises to the surface.

"No, no, we need to get her out of here right now - we shouldn't even be moving her, she could be bleeding internally. The nosebleed..."

Before Jemma can finish her sentence, Wanda walks over to you and places both hands on your temples as thin strands of red magic encircle your forehead and after a few seconds you open your eyes. You flinch as the light in the room stings your head, not that it doesn't hurt disgustingly on its own. Nausea hits you as soon as you open your eyes, as does the dizziness that makes you feel as if you are on a boat in the middle of the waves, even though you are lying down. You are so confused and in so much pain that you cannot even speak or understand where you are.

"W-Ward-H-Hydra, not--"

Disjointed and confused words leave your lips; you are not thinking clearly, you cannot even make out the faces of your girls, and in fact, you are not even really aware that they are there with you.

"Y/n, hey, it's gonna be okay, Ward's out, you're gonna be okay, okay? Stay awake okay?"

Jemma uses the flashlight again, pointing it at your pupils. You raise your hand, obviously lacking a flashlight given your current lack of communication, to ward off this annoying source of light that only increases the pain you feel.

"Love, stay still, we need to check you - Wanda, Nat, Daisy contact May and tell her to release the medical capsule." Jemma holds your head so you can't move it for any reason.

"Jem, we can't bring the capsule here. We are in a Hydra base and..."

"Natalia, we really have no choice. We shouldn't even move it in this condition."

Natasha bites her lower lip as Jemma's determined whisper forces her to nod and activate communications. The widow takes a few steps away and informs May that one of her charges is badly injured and needs immediate attention.

Wanda brushes a strand of hair away from your face and your heart misses a beat as red stains her fingers. Fatigue hits you and you can no longer keep your eyelids open.

"No stubborn idiot, you have to hold on a few more minutes please. Open your fucking eyes y/n" Daisy uses her powers to vibrate your hand; it causes you slight discomfort, but enough to make you open your eyes. You look at her confusedly with glazed eyes, and Daisy's stomach drops when she notices that even though you're looking at her, you don't even seem to notice that she's there.

"Jemma, Jemma what's wrong? Y/n, love, look at me. Can you hear me?"

You don't move, you don't do anything, even your eyes don't move, and your girls' hearts sink. Jemma checks your pulse, while Bobbi prepares the stretcher Fitz designed for situations like yours. It is so small that, thanks to the nanomaterials it is made of, it can easily be carried in a first-aid kit, yet it is as strong as an ordinary steel stretcher.

Jemma notices the spasms in your hand and the small contractions in your right leg, and for a second, panic takes over before you become a doctor again and not one of your soul mates.

"She's having a seizure; we need to get her to the Quinjet as soon as the seizure stops. Daisy, time the crisis; Bobbi, inject her with diazepam..."

"It's okay y/n, we're here with you, we won't leave you. You can get through this, love."

Wanda holds your head still and the other girls do as Jemma tells them. Natasha glances at the biochemist and when your seizure ends they quickly move you to the gurney and the little moan of pain from your lips makes them breathe a sigh of relief because it means you are at least conscious.

"What do we do with him?" Daisy says, pointing at Ward with a nod of her head, but never taking her eyes off you.

Natasha takes a deep breath, then draws her gun and points it at the scum that has been your nightmare for the past few years. Bobbi, Daisy, Wanda and Jemma nod and then they think back and look at what it has done to you, Daisy's betrayal, Jemma being thrown into the sea, the trauma it has caused Bobbi... A gunshot echoes in the cell and after a few seconds the girls think of the only thing they care about right now and as they prepare to get you out of there the nightmare that has haunted you for years finally lies on the floor with a hole in its forehead.

Wanda and Natasha stand in front of you; Daisy and Bobbi take the stretcher while Jemma keeps checking your vitals.

"May is waiting for us, the pod just hit the ground, the corridor is clear," Natasha raises her gun, her finger brushing the trigger as she leaves the cell you were locked in. After five minutes and one less magazine, you enter the small capsule as a shower of bullets is stopped by Wanda and Daisy's powers, then the doors close and the capsule begins to rise. Jemma and Bobbi set you up on the cot in the middle of the medical pod, while the other girls step aside and push against the walls so they can work out of the way. Bobbi lifts the bed rails as soon as Jemma finishes connecting the various monitors on the walls to your vital signs. Your suit has been cut open and your chest is exposed, your bra the only covering besides the three electrodes the two doctors have been busy attaching to you.

"I hate heights."

Wanda sighs, closes her eyes, and slides to the floor with her back against the wall.

Natasha kneels at her side, wrapping her arms around her sides and planting a kiss on her temple.

"We know Malyshka."

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It takes a week for your brain to begin healing, and another three days for your body to open your eyes for the first time.

You blink four times before your eyes adjust to the dim light in the room and take a full twenty seconds to realize where you are. You've never liked the medical capsule, especially considering the number of times you've woken up in it. Your limbs feel as heavy as boulders, and from the dryness of your throat, you deduce that you have been unconscious for more than a few hours.

You look around, and although you didn't notice them at first, your soul mates are sitting around your bed. Wanda and Jemma are lying in each other's arms on a makeshift cot by your side, while Bobbi, Natasha, and Daisy are sitting in three chairs close together, their heads resting inhumanly on both the wall and your bed.

You lift your hand, struggling much harder than expected, and place it on Daisy's head, stroking her hair. A slight headache makes your temples throbbing, but you don't mind, and as you continue to run your fingers over your friend's silky hair, memories come flooding back, and Ward's cultured imprint is forced upon your mind, making you wince and wonder if the girls made it out unscathed. You look at them, and except for a small bandage on Daisy's cheek where she cut herself, you notice nothing out of place.

Your hand movement is interrupted by a small part of the Inhuman's head. Daisy's eyes narrow as she lifts her head from the comfortable pillow the blankets had made for her, and after focusing on the smile on your lips, sleep seems to vanish in a flash as she jumps on your neck and hugs you with all the strength she possesses.

"We were so afraid you wouldn't wake up - don't ever do that to us again."

Daisy whispers, filling your face with kisses. Awakened by the noise of the Inhuman, even the other girls take a few seconds to realize that you are finally awake, and soon you are attacked by a sandwich hug.

"Don't ever do this to us again, Malyshka."

"You had us so scared detka,"

"Hey Rockstar, it's about time you woke up. It's been ten days since we've seen those beautiful eyes."

Bobbi leans over and plants a kiss on your forehead. You open your mouth to speak, and when the words you thought you had come out garbled and stuttered, you frown. Jemma gives you a reassuring smile, but then tightens her lips. You all know she only does that when she has bad news to tell.

"We've induced a medically induced coma for seven days to allow your brain to heal from the concussion, so you'll have to go into rehab for a few months...I know it's frustrating, y/n, but it's necessary for you to heal properly, and you really have no choice in the matter."

Jemma speaks slowly, punctuating each word with a look that doesn't allow for an answer, and from the looks on your girls' faces you realize that this time you won't be able to avoid the doctor's orders.

You smile and roll your eyes as you nod slowly, afraid that the pain in your head will get worse. You reach out to them, motioning for them to hug you again, and they do.

You try to say "I love you", but the words don't come out of your mouth, but Wanda smiles at you, leaves a sweet kiss on your lips and whispers against them, "We love you too, detka. Rest now, it will be very long weeks".

You close your eyes with a smile still on your lips, and although the road ahead is long, you have a feeling that you will be able to rest easy; strangely, your soulmate instinct tells you that Ward will no longer be a problem. How strange...

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