#wlw marvel

[wlwloverwrites]

Everything’s in Check

Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Innocent!Reader x Dark!Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Dr. Romanoff has a check up appointment with the help of her nurse assistant, Wanda Maximoff.

Warnings: medical kink, latex gloves kink, fingering, humiliation kink, dark themes, smut (18+) crying, vaginal dilators, numbing with the use of injection

stop reading if it makes you uncomfortable! ALSO i’m not a doctor and refuse to do research, so if i say something medically incorrect… ignore it.

Main Masterlist

DO NOT REPOST ANY OF MY WORK. YOU DO NOT HAVE MY PERMISSION TO DO SO. DO NOT REPOST, TRANSLATE, OR PLAGIARIZE MY WORK ON AN OTHER PLATFORM OR “GIVE ME CREDIT”

To be transparent, you feared coming in this morning. You never really had a good experience with doctors. You remember your first doctor, his hands were rough, eyes looked bored, and he barely talked to you. He was a big meanie. Your second doctor was almost the same, only his eyes wandered and asked question you knew had no relation to your visit.

This meant if you needed to go to the doctors, you would make sure to postpone that trip as much as possible. So that’s what you did, only you had a new doctor.

“Are you scared?”

The voice makes you jump. The thin medical gown did little to protect you from the cold or cover your backside. You tried leaving your underwear on, but Nurse Maximoff insisted you took them off to ‘make things easy for Dr. Romanoff’.

“A little,” you reply softly.

You try not to move because you know the medical examination table will squeak. Plus, you know the disposable paper beneath you will tear with a single flinch. You’re trying to save yourself from that embarrassment.

“You can always hold my hand if it gets too much, how does that sound?”

You eyes light up from the kind offer before you shyly nod. “Yes, please. I’ve never done this before and all my friends said it hurt them.”

“It can be scary, but Dr. Romanoff is very good at her job. She’ll do her best to keep you comfortable.” You smile at that and giggle when Nurse Maximoff send you a wink before closing the door.

It isn’t long until you hear muffled voices just outside the door. An unfamiliar woman walks in with Nurse Wanda not far behind. Her presence automatically makes you nervous, you don’t know if it’s her bold hair or the way she briefly smiled at you. On autopilot, the two women wash their hands with such grace. It’s almost like watching ballerinas dance, it’s art.

“How are you doing today, Y/N,” she asked before turning over to look at you. You can’t determine whether or not she is truly asking. Did she care?

Her eyes were pretty, delicate but fierce. Enough green to get lost in and think or the plant stems that carry the blooming flowers; however, they were firm enough to make you stutter.

“I-I am doing good, Dr. Romanoff,” you nod awkwardly as you fiddled with your thumbs.

“That’s good to hear, sweetheart.” She pauses looking down at her click board before continuing, “Please call me Natasha.”

Okay… maybe she does care.

“I take it that my best nurse, Wanda, walked you through everything?” She assumes as she grabs the abnormal latex gloves for a doctor. They aren’t their usual light blue, instead they are black.

Nervously, you answered that she had and said no when she asked you if you had any further questions. She motioned for you to change positions on the examination chair. Latex-covered hands tap your ankles as they are moved on their correct position on the stirrups.

“Just as a precaution we’ll need to strap you down, okay sweetheart?” She doesn’t really leave room for discussion when she nods to Wanda. But you think nothing of it, because Dr. Romanoff’s hands rub your calves gently.

Your breath hitches when Wanda tightens the buckle over your thighs. You’re shy when it’s blatantly obvious your parts are fully exposed. You avoid eye contact the second you see Dr. Romanoff’s eyes look between your legs. Your hands go to cover your face when you hear the two women whisper to each other.

“Oh no, honey. Are you shy?” Natasha coos. She motions for Wanda to comfort you. You almost want to burst into tears when your nurse rubs your arms. The friction is a bit awkward her her gloves on, but you think it’s sweet nonetheless.

“A little.” You whine whine softly and choke on your breath when you feel fingers rub between your legs.

Your teeth bite the inside of your cheek when you see her grab the rather large speculum. Your doctor is more then generous with the lube, something you’re thankful for. You’ve heard the horror stories. Wanda’s hand slips comfortably in yours when Natasha pushes the tip of tool inside you.

Hissing at the cold temperature of the metal incanting your most private area. You try your best to hold in your tears, you do, but it hurts. If it wasn’t for your doctor’s worried eyes looking back at you you’d think she was doing this on purpose.

You would truly believe that Dr. Romanoff was just another meanie.

The grip you have on your nurse’s hand is enough to make your fingers cramp. You can’t imagine how Nurse Maximoff’s hand must feel. Restraints wrapped around your thighs and calves only tighten with every flinch. You can already see the marks and imprint on your skin later.

“I’m hurting you too much,” Natasha sighs, defeated.

You want to scoff in her face, as if the tears rolling down your cheeks and small sniffles weren’t enough, but you cry in relief when she pulls the tool out. At that point you couldn’t think about doing anything else but thank her.

“I know a way it will feel better, okay?” Natasha hums. She hums a second time to get your approval. Butterflies fly in your tummy as you watch her snap the gloves off her hands. Your eyes on her hands and widened when you see she is staring at you, staring at her.

“Yes doctor.”

“And if that doesn’t work I have something else we can try,” she shrugs casually as she shuffled through her medical tools.

You nod as your blink away your dried tears. Anything but that. Glossy eyes glance up at the nurse in the room. Even with her mask on you can tell how beautiful she is. Subconsciously your walls clench around nothing when she sends you a flirty wink. Shy, you break eye contact and try to close your legs. You swear you hear a light chuckle.

“Nurse?”

“Yes, Doctor?”

“Clean her up.”

Confused you watch your nurse walk around to the corner of the room. You hear the plastic before you see it. Nurse Maximoff settles down where Dr. Romanoff once was with a small pack of wipes.

You throw your head back connecting the dots. This has got to be the most humiliating thing ever. You want to protest and tell both your doctor and nurse that you’re more than capable to clean and wipe yourself away, but your hands are shaky and your heart is racing.

As soon as you feel the first wipe your eyes water once more. You’re ashamed and feel so useless when the nurse grabs the second wipe. She gentle and wipes away all the excess lube left behind from your doctor. You hide your tears and sigh in relief when the redhead sitting between your separated legs is finished. You count to five slowly in your head, blocking out the two intelligent women who seem to have no issue with your nakedness and discomfort.

The colorful box in your doctor’s hands sparks an interest. You barely have a chance to read the label before Dr. Romanoff tears the unopened box. With new clean gloves, she carefully placed these multi-colored, plastic inserts on her sterile tray. There’s five different rod-like devices, each bigger and thicker than the last with a rounded tip.

“I know they look scary, honey,” your doctor paused as she gathered the rest of her tools, “But we will take it slow.”

You nodded, but gave a verbal answer after Nurse Maximoff raised her eyebrows. Once again, the red head found her place between your thighs with the smallest ‘vaginal dilator’ in her hand.

She was quick. Wasted no time.

You gasped when she pushed the small tool passed your entrance. This one wasn’t so bad. Your nails digging into the poor chair could finally relax. Whispers are shared between the two scholars as your doctor carefully switched the tool for a bigger size. This one didn’t sting too much. There was a slight burn.

“Relax.”

The third one hurt. The stretch stun and had your fingernails dig into your palms. Muscles you never knew existed felt sore from the sudden and abnormal stretch. You want to protest when your doctor reaches for the fourth one.

“Too much?”

You nod with shiny eyes.

A silent conversation is shared through the medical professionals with their eyes. Wanda taps your hand before moving to grab something behind you. Your doctor tries to distract you by rubbing her hand on your inner thighs.

“Honey, we are going to try that last thing, m’kay?” she pauses and you swear you have a finger flicking thin glass. “You’ll feel a small pinch,” she squeezes the meaty part of your inner thigh before continuing, “but we will give it a couple seconds to kick in and you won’t feel a thing.”

An intimidating needle is passed onto your doctor which leaves you shaking like a leaf. She explains the small dose will leave you numb for the next thirty to sixty minutes and shouldn’t have any side effects. Your eyes overflowed with tears the second the needle pricks your skin. It’s only for a second and then the pain is gone. Sweet nothings are whispered into your ear as the doctor between your legs waits for drug to kick in. At first it feels funny and weird. Those words are the only ones that can describe it.

“How does that feel?”

You want to laugh at first, because you can’t feel anything, but your doctor is quick to get the message. She works between your legs as a very professional nurse distracts you. Nurse Wanda asks about your day when you see your doctor grab the cold, metal speculum. The same tool that made you flinch before was the least of your worries.

You don’t feel it, but you hear it. You hear how wet the space between your legs is. You can see the fascination in your doctor’s eyes when she replaces her tool with her fingers and you don’t even notice. You don’t notice she has three fingers inside you until she brings the soaked, gloved fingers to your nurse’s mouth. You watch, horrified and embarrassed when Wanda lets your taste sit before letting go of your hand and jotting down some notes. She studies you as if you were unconscious.

Your nurse is no better then your doctor. Humming when your slick hit her tastebuds. She even looks up at the ceiling so deep in a thought before she writes to the words ‘tastes sweet’. Settling her notes on a sterile table, your nurse, Wanda, stands behind Natasha staring hard between your legs.

“Doctor, what about this area here?”

Natasha eyebrows furrowed as her eyes followed her coworker’s pointer finger. She pointed to a small bud you never even knew existed, untouched. Numb between your legs, you jump at the feeling and overwhelming feeling of someone’s touch on the most sensitive part of your body.

“Oh no, looks like our anesthesia didn’t work here,” Natasha pouts with fake sadness. Brushing her latex covered thumb over the bud again making your eyes roll back and mouth fall open. She hums to herself as she continues, “But that doesn’t seem to be a problem, huh?”

A small chuckle that leaves Wanda’s mouth pulls your out of the pleasurable trance. Suddenly, you’re excessively aware of the position you’re in. The straps holding you down are tighter then before, fingernails are now digging into your palms, and the heat between your legs was growing profoundly. Panic start to set when you hear the wet noises. Your whole rocks with each thrust of your doctor’s fingers. The pads of her fingers hitting a spot deep inside you that makes your whole body cry.

Tears fall down your cheeks when you hear side comments like, “if I didn’t know any better I’d say she was a big whore” or “Look here, she can’t even control it.” The image of your doctor’s soaked fingers entering her mouth to “get a taste” for herself was something you knew would haunt you for the rest of your life. You’ll never forget the way she hums at your taste or the intense eye contact she shared with you while she suck her fingers clean. You can’t bare it. The way the two educated women completely disregard you, yet took notes off your body and its reactions. You want to bury yourself in a hole.

“Nurse.”

“Yes, doctor?”

“Bring over a mirror and grab a tissue for our sweet patient.”

If it weren’t for Natasha asking for the tissue you never would have known she cared for your tears. The mirror was something that threw you off. Scared, not knowing what was coming next your eyes follow Wanda as she grabs a circle mirror. The two women share a silent conversation which results in Wanda holding the mirror above Natasha’s head giving you the perfect view of your own body.

You can see Natasha’s fingers glistening with your slick and her spit. You can see the way you drip. You can almost see the way you throb.

You can see it. Her fingers inside, the four fingers stretching you. Your muscles straining to fit the sudden fullest, the fullest you couldn’t feel. You can see the way your muscles contract involuntarily. But you can’t feel it. Not until Wanda’s fingers rub your clit. Your whole body jerks as if Wanda had some type of power. You didn’t see them, but you hear the smirks on the women’s faces.

“There she is.”

Moans fall pass your lips uncontrollably. Wanda’s thumb doesn’t seem to rest as she circles your clit over and over again. Every time you closed your eyes are turn away from looking at the mirror Wanda landed a firm slap on your clit. Each time your thighs flinch and involuntarily vote to shut, but the straps tying them down only tighten. Your eyebrows scrunch in both confusion and pleasure. You’re confused by what you’re feeling. There’s heat in your belly as your hear beats faster than a racehorse.

“Come on, honey. Let go.”

Her directions are comforting, but your mind is foggy. The view of your doctor and her nurse towering over —what used to be— your untouched body. Her fingers inside you move faster, you can hear your body’s reaction and see Natasha’s concentration in her eyes. Weakly you shake your head no. Your skin on your chest feels hot. The medical gown you wore felt itchy on your skin. Your nipples pebbled through the thin material. With every move you whined at the feeling of the cotton dragging against your nipples. So sensitive.

“Let go, Y/N. I’m not asking.”

Natasha’s voice is enough to have you shaking in fear. She has all the power, she’s calling the shots.

“I don’t know how.”

Natasha sends Wanda a look that has the nurse smirking before nodding. You don’t know how her hand wasn’t tired from holding the mirror. It felt like you spread out open for the two of them for years. Natasha leans forward, blocking your own view of yourself. Bambi eyes meet Wanda’s because you don’t yearn for her hand to roughly meet your clit again. Her touch send tingles up your spine from the pain. Instead, you’re meet with something sweeter. Warm lips press a soft kiss on your clit. Eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel her tongue lick parts of you, you never even thought people wanted to taste.

Your hands have a mind of their own when your finger bury themselves in her red strands of hair. Pulling her mouth impossibly closer, whining when the pleasurable sensation would disappear if she lick too low. Your teeth clench when Natasha’s teeth lightly graze your clit. You want to let out a loud moan, but it’s swallowed by Wanda’s kiss.

Wanda, feeling a bit left out, took matters into your own hands and stole your first kiss. The kiss is messy. An inexperienced mouth paired with a brain clouded with first time sex wasn’t a smart choice. Teeth clash together, but Wanda doesn’t seem to mind. Her notebook and mirror were long forgotten as her hands slip beneath your medical gown and reach your breasts. Her lips find themselves wrapped around your tongue as she slowly pulls away there’s spit dribbling down his chin, it’s exotic. You have much time to process the wet dream of a woman right in front of you when Natasha works harder with her mouth and Wand’s fingers find your sensitive nipples. Rolling your nipples between her fingers while Natasha sucks, licks, bites, and kisses between your legs.

You feel your very first orgasm running you over like a truck. Your thighs shake as your body throbs in want. Natasha’s mouth doesn’t stop and Wanda’s fingers found their new home in your mouth. Latex-covered fingers trigger your gag reflex causing your eyes to blur with tears. You can’t see the way you soak your doctor’s face, but you get an idea when she pulls away and drags your hands away from her scalp and onto her face. Fingertips are met with a wet substance, then brought to your lips. Lips smeared with spit and a small hint of Wanda’s lipstick are now taking in a sweet taste.

“Such a sweet girl.”

Tuckered out, you don’t fulling understand the comment. You’re drained, literally, to a point you have no idea who spoke. You hear small shifts and feel hands on your knees. Wanda’s hands find the leather straps holding you down. You sigh, grateful for freedom. Only it never comes, the straps only tighten, you’re not sure how, but they do.

“Let’s try that again.”

Finally, the fic that’s long overdue. Don’t forget to reblog! If not comment :) also thanks for 4.3k followers!!

#my fav brand of nat and wanda #pussy doctors #dont forget to reblog! #wlwloverwrites #wlwloversfics #char: natasha romanoff #char: wanda maximoff #char: romanoff x maximoff #type: dark smut #dark natasha romanoff #dark natasha romanoff smut #dark wanda maximoff #dark wanda maximoff smut #dark natasha romanoff x reader #dark wanda maximoff x reader #dark natasha romanoff x reader smut #dark wanda maximoff x reader smut #wanda maximoff x reader x natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x reader x wanda maximoff smut #wandanat x reader #wandanat x reader smut #natasha romanoff #Wanda maximoff #marvel #wlw marvel #scarlet witch #black widow

[reversedanatomy]

Finding Peace: Chapter 2

Summary: More of an in-between from the last chapter. Reader processing emotions after the breakup and making big decisions.

TW: swearing, some mentions of violence

Denial. This was the first step of recovering from a breakup. The note Wanda had written for you the morning she left was unlike her. When there was a serious topic that needed to be addressed, she always preferred face-to-face conversations, even when she was away for long periods of time on her international trips. Your mind raced like cars on a track, revisiting the same thoughts again and again until you grew weary from worry. You settled on an unlikely, but possible conclusion that maybe she was kidnapped. Yes, you thought, her kidnapper forced her to write this note with the intent play it off like one of her work trips.

You knew this was stupid, but you held onto the idea that she would be coming back. You always left your cellphone ringer on, now, in the slim chance that Wanda would be contacting you. You’d rush to answer your phone at every buzz, ding, or alarm you heard, even when you were out with company.

Your mom started to worry. She knew the situation between you and Wanda had been rocky for some time, and she expressed her relief that you two had parted. She would call you frequently, however, to reassure you and offer for you to come visit and stay with her.

“Maybe what you need is a new change of scenery,” your mom quietly suggested. You held the phone in between your shoulder and ear as you cooked over the stovetop.

“Yeah, but I’ve got a job here that I can’t just leave,” you retorted. You went to check the vegetables you set in the oven.

“It’s a pretty big company you work for. Can’t you ask them to relocate you?” You opened the oven door, feeling the heat burn across your face. You reached to check if your carrots were fork tender, and you shot back as you accidentally bumped your hand on the hot glass baking dish. You bit your tongue to keep yourself quiet, but the phone dropped to the floor.

“Shit, mom, I’m sorry,” you went to pick the phone back up and return it to your ear. “I missed what you said.”

“Don’t swear at me, Y/N,” your mother was direct.

“I’m sorry.”

“What I was saying was that you should ask to be relocated. Your lease is ending soon, and I know rent is increasing where you’re at. Without Wanda there, you’re going to need some help staying financially secure in a place like Chicago.” She was right. You didn’t have much of an option once your lease ended. You could either move somewhere cheaper, alone, or move back in with your mom in southern California. Both options stressed you. “I’ve already looked into it. There’s a position opening up to be a direct assistant under management here. It’s a bit less than what you make now, but, with your dad and I making dual income, you can stay here rent-free and bulk up your savings.”

“I’ll think about it.” If you gave her an open-ended answer, she’d pressure you less.

“Alright, hon. Let me know what you decide. I’ll call again tomorrow in the afternoon. Does three work for you?”

“Yeah, that works for me. Talk to you then.” You made quick goodbyes with each other before hanging up the phone and returning to your cooking. You held your hand under the cold water, letting the rush cool the anxiety in your head. You thought for a moment how your life was going to change when you moved out of your apartment, when you moved out of Chicago.

You ate dinner while searching for jobs on your computer. You investigated the job your mother was talking about. It was an assistant-to-the-manager position that offered significantly less pay than the social media manager position you currently held. Sure, you could put all your money into savings, but you sneered at the idea of moving back in with your parents when you were in your mid-twenties.

You continued to browse through the list of jobs your company offered until your eyes laid upon an office manager position that paid the same rate you were making now, but in a small, incomprehensible name of a town in Norway. You always admired the idea of visiting Norway. It reminded you of the mountains you and your family would drive through to go camping in the Pacific Northwest every summer. You also loved the idea of living near the water. Chicago’s waterfront was nice, but the pollution of the city ruined your connection to the water. Maybe this could be the change of scenery that your mother was suggesting.

It was a risky application considering you weren’t a Norwegian citizen, but you had more than enough experience from your current position to secure this job. You put your heart and soul into this application. When you finally submitted it, you leaned back into the kitchen stool and sighed. It creaked under your weight as you tilted your head back. For a moment you studied the stipples decorated across your ceiling. It was unlikely you’d be offered the position, but you felt more confident in leaving Chicago behind when you finished.

-----------------------------------------------

You waited several days. Every morning, afternoon, and night you checked your email both at work and at home, praying for a response from your job application. You hadn’t made your application aware to anybody yet. It wasn’t like you had a lot of people to tell, anyway. Since dating Wanda, you two had fallen into a state of codependency with each other. Wanda had possessive traits, and you were a doormat whenever those traits were expressed in an argument. Regarding your family and your closest friend Darcy, however, you’d need to be prepared to convincingly tell them why you were leaving the country to seek ‘refuge’ somewhere else if offered an interview.

You thought about this from the comfort of your bed. You held your phone clutched against your chest and continued to stare at the ceiling just as you had when you submitted your application. Your mind felt all kinds of queasy and restless. Nauseating. It was the type of nausea that bubbled in your stomach rather than your throat. You were thinking about Wanda. What if she came back when you left the country? What if she came back bruised and bloody after escaping her hypothetical kidnapper, looking for solace with you, but you weren’t there? It felt like torture waiting for that damned email. Waiting and worrying became more of a reason to keep your mind off of Wanda, off of the breakup.

You were so hyper-focused on if a decision had been made that you were neglecting the rest of your notifications. There were several texts from Darcy, one text from your father, and several missed calls and voicemails from your mother. You had turned the ‘Read Receipts’ option off on your phone so you could still peek at the messages without getting an earful from Darcy. She was wondering where you were, if you died, or if someone had by chance stolen you off of the streets. She then sent a copy-paste message that if you didn’t reply to her message you’d have bad luck for 7 years. You couldn’t help but giggle at that.

Right then, you got another message from Darcy. It read: I CAN SEE THAT YOU’RE READING MY MESSAGES, ASSHOLE!!!

Shit.

You rechecked your phone settings. You forgot to turn the ‘Read Receipts’ option off. Or, you had accidentally had turned it on sometime and just forgot about it. Shit, shit, shit, you started fumbling with your phone. Your heart started racing when a notification popped up that Darcy was trying to call you. Your phone buzzed and slipped from your hands, landing on your face. Your nose unfortunately answered the call, and you could hear Darcy’s animated voice booming from the other side.

“I’ve been trying to contact you for almost a week!” She whisper-shouted through gritted teeth. Her voice was breathy. Maybe her heart was twisting and beating just as fast as yours. You picked your phone up off of your face and brought it to your ear. The room started spinning as you tried to muster a response.

“I-I-I’m sorry?” You squinted your eyes and furrowed your eyebrows.

“You’re sorry? I’ve been trying to contact you with no response and you’re sorry?” You could hear Darcy exhale through her nose and scoff. “Look, I get it. Wanda ran away from you, but you need to stop running away from everybody else.” She was right. It hurt to hear, but Darcy was right, and you didn’t know how to respond. The words you were forming from your mouth lost all form and function, and they came out in a twisted scramble. You were playing a piano and pressing all the broken keys. You slid your fingers through your hair and gripped into your scalp.

Darcy just sighed.

“What’s going on?” Darcy lowered her voice until it was soothing and silvery. Her voice instantly settled into your muscles, relaxing you in preparation for the news you were to deliver.

“I…may or may not have applied to a job in Norway,” you closed your eyes and waited for Darcy to berate you about running away again. You heard Darcy exhale from her nose once more.

“Y/N, you’re acting irrationally because Wanda left. Look, you and I both knew this was coming. Fleeing the country isn’t going to get her out of your head. It’s just going to isolate you from the only support you have now.”

“Yeah, but what if I meet some hot MILF out there who turns my life upside down and fixes all of my problems?” You attempted to lighten the mood and forced out a laugh. Nothing.

“This isn’t funny, Y/N,” she emphasized your name to bring your attention back to the topic at hand.

“I know.”

“Then stay. There’s another internship opening up with Dr. Foster and you don’t need to be a college student to get in. You can work with me,” Darcy offered in the same tone your mother did when bringing up the assistant position back home.

“No, Darcy. I really do want this position. I think it could be good for my mental health to get out of the country and be somewhere new.”

“Do you even speak Norwegian?”

“No, but I can learn.”

“God,” there was a pause. “…okay. Wanna run by the bookstore with me tomorrow and see if they have learning material for that?” Darcy was being patient with you regardless of your spontaneous decision to leave the USA. She really cared about you, but you could tell from her voice she was worried, maybe even scared about you leaving. You felt sorrow fill your heart as you heard her voice break while speaking. You nodded to yourself.

“You don’t have to do that, Darce,” you replied.

“I want to.”

“Okay. Can I at least pick you up from your apartment?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you then. Noon work?”

“Yeah. See you, Darce. Love you.”

Click.

#im just gonna make this really slow #marvel #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #marvel wlw #wlw marvel #natasha romanov #fanfiction #marvel fanfic #wandanat #wanda x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #slow burn

[wandascrush]

N.R. Master-list

Fluff: ~ Angst: ! Smut: *

I do not give anyone permission to repost, plagiarize, or take credit for my original work. If you see this anywhere please let me know. Reblogs, likes, and comments are always appreciated :) Men DNI

Let the light in pt. 1 !

#natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff fluff #requests #natasha romanoff au #natasha romanoff marvel #wlw marvel #natasha romanoff blurb #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff x female #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x gender neutral reader

[myriaeden]

Mystique x Destiny Lockscreens

Like and reblog if you use

Don't repost without permission

#mystique #destiny #xmen #x men comics #x men #marvel #marvel comics #lockscreens #marvel lockscreens #x men lockscreens #xmen lockscreens #xmen comics #irene adler destiny #irene adler #wlw ship #wlw marvel #wlw xmen #blue #red #purple #dark blue #march 2024

[emilyprentissslut]

jane and valkeryie headcanons 𖤍ϟ

a/n: wanted to be the first to hop on the babies before the movie

warnings: fluff, allusions to smut, allusions to violence

the two of them meet you on a trip to midgard. you’re immediately intrigued by them (and their muscles) and the two of them find you incredibly cute. to their surprise you go back to new asgard with them, without hesitation. jane is happy to have another mortal on new asgard, and you are happy to be with her. naturally your her favorite, and valkyrie’s too.

before you came along, jane’s and valkyrie’s relationship was purely platonic. being as though you had a huge crush on both, the two of them joined in a romantic relationship with you and each other.

although they love each other, they hate sharing you sometimes. the two of them are constantly competing for your attention and trying to one up you. if valkyrie steals you away and leaves too many marks, jane will make sure you can’t walk the next day.

the score gets settled every night as you sleep sandwiched between them. competition or not, they’re lucky to have you, and they both love you to pieces. though they go right back to competing the next morning.

on the subject of marks, compared to jane, valkyrie is a huge sadist. she loves tying you up in different positions, using all of her toys on you, and really testing your stamina. jane on the other hand, prefers to hold you down herself. after all, her muscles make you weak in the knees. she doesn’t even have to touch to know that you’re completely at her mercy.

and while the two have unmatched strength, they’re huge softies. sometimes you’ll pick them flowers and they’ll just melt. jane likes it when you graze your fingers on her armor and play with her hands. valkryie is so soft for your holding her by the waist and burting your face in her shoulder.

at the end of the day, there’s nothing they wouldn’t do for you. god help anyone that tries to take you from them. if there’s any danger against you, they’ll take care of that speedy quick. the mighty thor and the valkyrie will keep you protected and taken care of for the rest of your days.

you admire their strength and power constantly. everytime jane picks up mjölnir, your eyes light up. which resulted in the two of them giving you a plushie version of the hammer to hold when they’re away.

between fucking you to sleep, fucking you back awake, and making sweet love to you, there’s no place you would rather be than in jane’s arms, koala clinging to valkyrie, or smooshed between them.

your mighty loves <3

#monique speaks #hammer au #thor love and thunder #jane foster #valkyrie #valkyrie and jane #the mighty thor #wlw marvel #wlw fluff #lesbian #marvel fluff #valkyrie x reader #thor x reader #jane foster x reader #fxf

[romanoffsbish]

Crazier

Valkyrie x Fem!Reader

Sad Beautiful Tragic (MW x Taylor Swift Series)

Waking up a mess of tangled limbs with your girlfriend sends your heart soaring, and you're certain you'll never get used to these feelings. The sweet sounds of Valkyrie's snores, and the feeling of her steady heartbeat beneath your fingertips makes you feel immense happiness, and grateful that you gave her the chance to love you.

Meeting her for the first time was also undoubtedly under interesting circumstances. Having found out that she previously captured your cousins, and then sold them to a weird man with a people dissolving cane did leave you a bit unsure.

Not to mention that everyone who's ever claimed to love you has let you down in every way possible, and you'd been hesitant to take that chance with your heart again. Something about her drew you in though, and you've been falling ever since.

Valkyrie truly changed everything for you, completely turning your world upside down in the best way possible.

————————————————————

I'd never gone with the wind, just let it flow.

—

Let it take me where it wants to go, 'til you open the door. There's so much more, I'd never seen it before.

—

I was trying to fly but I couldn't find wings, but you came along and you changed everything

————————————————————

Valkyrie was currently helping the people of New Asgard with some manual labor, while you were sat off to the side watching her work. A tightly fitting tank top had left her arms, and midriff visible, the sight of her taut muscles as she effortlessly tossed a bale of hay over to Thor had your mouth running dry. Thankfully you'd made them a pitcher of lemonade, and then poured yourself a 'tester' cup to ensure it was up to snuff.

No matter how inconspicuous you'd thought you were being from your elevated perch, she could definitely still feel your eyes on her. Her mind was wholly distracted by you as she lazily conversed with Thor, which actually just involved listening to him rambling on about Jane still not calling him back.

"I'll be back." She pointlessly mused to the God, who continued passionately speaking to the air as she happily made her way over to you.

"Didn't your mother tell you that it's incredibly rude to stare." She greets you, while placing her hands on your hips to pull you closer to her.

"Quite the contrary actually, she taught me to admire all of the beauty that life had to offer." You playfully mused, throwing your arms over her shoulders as she settles between your dangling legs.

"So cheesy..." She replies with a flustered smile, while leaning forward to take your straw into her mouth.

"Yeah, I might be cheesy, but at least I'm not speaking like an Earth dweller. That's such an earthly concept to use one's eyes offensively, you're definitely spending too much time with Thor's dream girl." You laugh out

"Is someone jealous?" She teases, and your brows slightly furrow with the sudden wave of insecurity.

"No?"

"Oh, my dearest, I was just teasing! You're the only one for me."

"Really? Because if you're having any doubts, I'll be okay, just let me —."

Valkyrie curses herself slightly for even making the stupid comment, so she deems it necessary to cut your ramblings off with a tug on your hips. Your squeals of surprise cause her to chuckle, then you instinctually wrap your legs around her waist in search of safety.

Her lips press all over your face, leaving behind a trail of chapstick stains before they finally land upon your lips.

"I'm more than certain that you're all that I want princess, would be rather stupid of me to let someone as perfect as you go." She whisper

"Queen..." You correct with playful eyes, she lightly chuckles as she nods in confirmation, and her heart settles when she sees your smile.

————————————————————

I've watched from a distance, as you made life your own. Every sky was your own kind of blue, and I wanted to know how that would feel, and you made it so real.

—

You showed me something that I couldn't see.

—

You opened my eyes and you made me believe.

————————————————————

With swift feet she carries your giggling form away from where Thor was continuing to move hay around, and with shockingly little effort she hoists you up onto her Pegasus.

"Where to my love?"

"McDonald's." You deadpan, and then giggle as you can practically hear her eyes rolling.

"I was hoping for 'Anywhere with you is enough for me,' but an impromptu trip to Earth works." She grunts out as she pulls on the reigns to get the both of you moving through the skies and towards your home.

————————————————————

You lift my feet off the ground, you spin me around.

You make me crazier, crazier...

Feels like I'm falling and I am lost in your eyes; you make me crazier, crazier, crazier...

—

Baby, you showed me what living is for

I don't wanna hide anymore

————————————————————

This is where your powers came in handy, as you opened a portal of sorts to get to Earth, saving the both of you a days worth of travel by ship.

Valk walks through first, and you turn to Pegasus, petting him, then whispering:

"I'll bring you back some fries, don't worry.."

He neighed, lifting his front haunches, then you walked through, grabbing your girlfriends awaiting hand.

"Now who's an Earth dweller..." She grumbles, but quickly quietens at the glare passed her way.

"Well, if Thor hadn't have brought me back that Big Mac, and fizzing drink then I'd never have known of the greatest wonders of Earth."

She snorts at your wild proclamation, then guides you into the building.

"How will we pay? I didn't think to grab my emergency Earth money, all I have is the gold in my satchel."

"Sweetheart, please lower your voice..." She giggles, then pulls out a folded wallet.

"I swiped Thor's Avengers black card, so we're billing his friend the billionaire." She whispers into your ear, then passes the card through the machine, and moves your shocked form to wait at the side.

While waiting on the food, you were stood directly beside her with her arm draped over your shoulders when a young man approached.

"Wow, you're stunning." He gasps, as he looks you over, and you feel your girlfriend's arm tightening around you.

"Thanks." You weakly mutter, not even sparing the man a glance as you purposely lean further into your lover.

"Could I possibly get your number? Promise to show you a good time doll..."

Your girlfriend huffs, then shimmies her figure until she's now face to face with him, holding you protectively behind her.

"I've slain many a mam before, and none of which have ever been as measly as you. I suggest you retreat before I add you to my list."

Before he could say anything you'd thankfully heard your order number being called, so you swooped the bag up, then took your enraged girlfriend's hand and pulled her back to the alleyway you came from.

"Now who's jealous..." You mutter with a roll of your eyes, and a flick of your wrist.

"He was practically undressing you with his beady little eyes, he's just lucky you pulled me out when you did..." She grumbles, placing a protective hand over your hip, before pushing you both through the portal.

Upon arriving you immediately made your way to the upstairs balcony, and settled the food out while your lover collected Pegs dinner. The skies were exceptionally beautiful, the layers of orange and pink hues filled your vision as you watched the sun slowly disappearing from the horizon.

"Baby, pass me a fry..."

She aimlessly passes it to you, without much thought to the fact that you'd ordered your own. After the third request she finally looked over just to see an untouched plate of carrots, a guilty looking horse in the sky, and an oh too innocent looking you.

"Did you feed him fries?"

"We've been made..." You shriek, then take off down the stairs while Pegasus flies off towards his kennels.

"You little shit..." She groans, then takes off in a sprint after you.

She eventually caught up to you, thus scooping you up before tossing you onto the bed, and straddling you to tickle your writhing form.

"God, I love you..." She brightly confirms as she stares into your peaceful eyes, and you bite your lip at the tenderness of the moment.

"I love you more!" You declare, and she captures your lips for a gentle kiss.

"Impossible..." She denies against your lip, then closely cuddles into you, as her heart struggles not to beat out of her chest.

You were driving her absolutely insane, and she loved every minute of it.

——————————————————————

1,463 Words

The last installment of this TSwizzle series will be out sometime tomorrow !!!

Ending with our resident blonde assassin 🤪.

#valkyrie #valkyrie oneshot #valkyrie imagine #valkyrie pov #valkyrie x you #valkyrie x female reader #valkyrie x y/n #valkyrie x reader #marvel women #marvel imagine #brunnhilde #brunnhilde x reader #brunnhilde x fem!reader #king valkyrie #wlw marvel #marvel women oneshot

[nocxta]

yoooo, broken telephone got me fucked up holy shit. fwb + pining is one of my favorite guilty pleasure tropes ngl, and the way you write their character interaction is painfully beautiful, absolutely sublime. i hope everything's good w you & your fam, nd i'd love to read more, (of course no pressure tho).

Broken Telephone II

TW: 18+ | minors, please dni <3 | Angst | Smut | Vaginal Fingering (r! giving) | Strong Language | Degradation Kink | Sadism | Bottom!Carol Danvers | Top!Reader | Severe Overstimulation | Use of Safeword | Oral Sex (r! giving) | FWB Trope | GN!Reader | No pronouns used for reader | Reader is kind of... loopy? | NO happy ending | No aftercare | Use of Y/N |

Read Part I -> HERE

Wordcount: 1.7k

WARNING: I kinda went the crazy route with this one 😊

You awoke to the rhythmic rain pattering against the floor-to-ceiling window beside your bedpost. The familiar sound of snoring that you had grown to take an unusual comfort in sounding soft beside the water droplets hitting the glass. 

Your head swirled with vague memories of the night before, the thought of what an anxious, emotional wreck you had been making your stomach churn. That, along with the soreness that seemed to spread to a new place with your every breath–  fought inccessantly to keep you conscious despite your many efforts to roll over and drift back asleep. 

You decided you’d make your usual french exit, peeling back the duvet you had convinced yourself many others had slept beneath, you quickly slipped from the bed you deemed suspiciously comfortable. 

You took a moment to admire the different coloured bruises and bitemarks littered across your skin, examining the shared scars and scratches spread across Carol’s back next. 

Quietly, you burrowed through the wistful collage of discarded clothing spread untidily across the carpeted floor, hissing at the stubbing of your toe against the bed’s wooden leg. The action does lead to you finding your misplaced underwear, though. They lie a bit beneath the bed beside a lone sock, and as you finally tear your gaze from your task of silently shuffling your panties up your legs, your mouth drops in horror as you meet the smirking Avenger’s gaze. 

“Don’t let me stop you.” She chuckles in a groggy morning voice that makes your insides flutter. 

She smirks as if your scrambling to leave undetected is the funniest thing in the world, eyeing your half-naked form with amusement and lust. 

“Got someplace to be?” Grinning, she peels back the duvet, revealing her own naked body. Instinctively, you turn your head in the opposite direction– although you’ve seen her like this more times than you cared to count. 

Ignoring your reaction, she slips from the sheets- moving closer to you as she ties her hair back into a low ponytail. You draw your gaze to your own feet, too embarrassed and emotional to stress the fact that you’re standing topless in front of the woman who you’d just recently decided that you hated. 

“You alright?” She asks, expression softening at the realization that you weren’t reciprocating her humour. 

You hesitate for a moment, briefly considering the bizarre idea of confessing your feelings for her right then and there. Breaking down, burrowing your tear-streaked face into her bare chest, telling her how much you needed her, how each night you two had spent together meant more than you could even put into words. But you quickly came to your senses once her warm touch causes you to remember that touching is the only thing she cares for from you. 

“You seem…” She scans your face, lips slightly parted as she searches for the right words. 

“I’m alright. Just a bit out of it, maybe still a tad asleep.” You lied, rubbing the non-existent sleep from your eyes for extra effect and half-smiling. 

“Well, then. How about I wake you up?” The words are whispered softly into your skin, and you’re not sure if the sense of relief you feel is thanks to her believing your bold-faced lie or the soft lips that you adored pressing delicately to your shoulder blade.

She doesn’t wait for a response. Instead, she moves behind you and slides the panties you had worked so hard to get on down your legs with ease. 

“Carol,” You groan, grabbing for her hand that now trailed slowly between your thighs. 

“Do you want me to stop?” Her head is quickly withdrawn from the crook of your neck, hand moving just as fast from your cunt. 

“No, no. Just-” Stammering, you turn to look her in the eye, sure to return the lustful gaze she was just giving you. 

“Come.” You order, gripping her wrist and pulling her into the untidy restroom. Relying on your impulsive thoughts and the random wave of adrenaline that had just washed over you, you push her hard against the shower door, drowning her in a passionate kiss before she can return the favor in a fight for dominance you knew you’d lose. 

You kissed her as if your life depended on it. Like oxygen was more a want than a necessity. Like, somehow, if you mashed your lips together hard enough, if you held her close enough, she’d feel the same way about you that you did her. Like maybe, just maybe, if you fucked her good enough, she’d begin to confuse her arousal and satisfaction with infatuation. 

Mistake lust for love. 

Just as you feared you might’ve.

She hums in pleasure as you grope her breasts, opening the clear shower door and roughly shoving her into the empty shower room. You barely give her enough time to flick the shower water to life before you’ve captured her lips in another bruising kiss. 

Her eyes shoot open with shock as she gasps for air in between kisses, you do the same- slowly dropping to your knees before her and looping each of your arms about her wet thighs. Moaning at the taste of her on your tongue, delving into her folds before she’s gotten the chance to spread her legs even a bit for you.

Lapping furiously at ther clit before taking the entirety of it into your mouth, sucking brutally on the throbbing bundle of nerves before lifting your gaze to meet hers. 

She wore the same shocked expression for all of 10 seconds before it quickly morphed into bliss. You eyed her hungrily, raking your sharp nails down the back of her thighs and drawing an aggrieved grunt from her pretty mouth.

You were getting rougher– taking your anger out on every patch of skin you could reach in her body. You began to draw blood from the flushed skin on her thighs as you furiously lapped at the folds of her cunt. Carol grabbed a tense hold of your hair, subtly pulling you away from her as you continued to ignore her moans of a delicious mix of pain and plesure.

One finger slips from her right thigh, teasing her sloppy, wet hole and occasionly bumping into your chin which was violently rubbing against her core. 

“Y/n, yes, please. Fuck,” You’d never heard her beg before, she never once said the word “please” to you- even in casual conversation. The desperation that lingered in her brown eyes as she peered down at you was all the reason you needed to give her exactly what she unabashedly begged for. Moaning at the clearly-satisfied reaction you get once you finally push a finger into her cunt, you’re far from hesitant to add a second. She gasps in pleasure as her nails lightly scratch your scalp through the strong grip she’s taken on your hair. 

Her moans rise into the steamy air as you thrust and curl your fingers. Lightly teasing her clit with your tongue through puckered lips. 

“Y/n, more, please! I’m so close, fuck!” She cries out into the air. 

What if you’re confusing your teammates just as much as you’re confusing yourself? What if it doesn’t work? What if she truly doesn’t love you and no amount of astounding intercourse will change that? 

What if– 

Pushing the thought aside, you obey immediately, pushing a third finger into the already-spasming superheroine above you and quickeing the laps ofyour tongue against her slick heat. 

She comes undone with a screech of your name poorly muffled by her own palm. 

You contine to fuck her into the wall, pace speeding up as she sobs for you to slow down. Hearing her beg for you had you feeling like a man starved of sound, hearing a seraphic melody drift through the air for the first time. 

It was almost sadistic, the way you revelled in her pain, her begging of your leniency, your mercy. 

You wanted to make her feel the way she made you. Hurt. 

You wanted to fuck her so good that she’d be physically and mentally unble to leave your side, to turn your amorous proposal down. 

Her pleas soon fell on deaf ears as your indefatigable fingers pushed deeper and deeper into her, drawing the… what? 4th orgasm from her? You sure as fuck weren’t counting as you sobbed into her warmth. 

The shower water went cold and suddenly all you could hear was “Red, red, red.” in between sobs. Carol jammed her arm against the button, stopping the stream of water as she fell to the ground. (not literally) You both sat in your designated corners of the counterintuitively large shower in silence for a moment. All that could be heard were the soft plops of the remaining water falling from the now-disabled showerhead and your broken cries of “sorry, I’m so sorry”. 

Your tears confused her as she searched your face for an indication as to what the fuck had just happened. 

“I’m sorry.” You croaked. 

“Y/n, it’s alright– you didn’t hurt me, I just had to tap o–” 

Your wet feet slapping against the tiled floor cut her off as you wordlessly walked out of the bathroom and back into her bedroom. 

You pulled your clothes on, the sheet of water and sweat draped across your whole body rendering your flimsy top useless. 

By the time you were heading for the door, Carol was nothing more than a simple blob against the bathroom door through your vision, which was obstructed by tears.

Her touch, her smell, her essence was all over you– and you fought tirelessly to get it off as you waited at the stoplight that seemed to last forever and a day. Slapping at the sleeves of your blouse and wiping the slick from your face with a shaky arm you struggled in the driver’s seat of your car like a wounded and demented wild animal.  The ticking of your left blinker was all you could hear, even after you had switched it off after your wavery turn down the unknown street. You were driving someplace. You didn’t know where– you just knew that it would have to be far enough from fucking Carol Danvers.

Author’s Note

Hi, babies! I'm very sorry if I donked up this series with my peculiarity! I'm Love, if you don't know me-- and this is my formal re-launch into writing after an unfoundedly long hiatus. I've been feeling a little down this month, so my next few fics will be dark and/or angsty. Feel free to request anything you'd like, though! I really do love to hear from you lovelies. <3

Thank you for reading,

Love

#brie larson #captain marvel smut #captain marvel imagine #carol danvers x you #carol danvers smut #carol danvers imagine #wlw smut #marvel smut #wlw imagines #wlw marvel #marvel wlw #captain marvel #marvel angst #fwb fic #Love's Letters #gn reader #sub carol danvers #sub!carol

[ryloriee678999]

I Don't Care If It Hurts Me, I Care If It Hurts You.  (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Warnings: Substance abuse, accidental overdose, and relapse. 

Summary: Wanda offers her help and comfort after a heavy relapse. (1457 words)

Another day, another problem.  

Today there was no Avengers-level threat, there were no lives in danger or missions to go on. There was nothing to stress about, nothing important to complain about besides the unbearable itch on your skin. Every part of you wanted to use again. Even your brain convinced yourself that you’d be better off relapsing, and normally you tried holding off.

Your history of using was a secret to everyone. It wasn't even in your files which had every single detail written about you and your past. No one knew and no one could ever know. What would happen if news got out that an Avenger was on drugs? You’d be ruined.

Quickly you push the thoughts of anyone finding out to the back of your head. No one even talked to you, there was no way anyone would care or show any interest in your well-being, even if they did know. Instead, you focus on what's in front of you. A ziplock bag filled to the brim with different pills, powders, and liquids. ‘I guess being a superhero has its perks,’ you say, half sighing, half laughing to yourself. You couldn't believe you spent some of your pay check on all of this.

You’re quick to open it and spill the contents of the bag on the table. Blindly, you pick something random to swallow. You figured anything would make you feel better so you weren't picky. After realizing one wasn’t enough, you downed more and more until you started to lose track.

Only in a matter of minutes, your vision was starting to get warped and blurry. Slowly you feel yourself getting weaker and weaker until you have to fight your eyes to stay open. Your legs buckled which caused you to fall hard onto the couch.

‘Somethings wrong,’ you think before everything turns dark.

You thought no one would find you but little did you know, a little witch you barely knew listened in to all your thoughts. 

Wanda didn't mean to at first, but your thoughts were just so damn loud. She wanted to ask if you were okay, but there was never a good time. There never really is a good time in this kind of situation. Wanda knew something was wrong when she caught your quiet last thought. Right after your mind went dead silent, she rushed to your room immediately, worried she was too late.

The woman pounded on the door, not even caring how loud she was being. When there was no response, she then busted open your door to see you passed out on the couch. The witch took in her surroundings. The room was dim, close to completely black if it wasn't for the tiny lamp in the corner. The floors were cluttered with trash on the ground and the living room table was filled with things she couldn't quite make out to be. That's when she saw you, your foot dangling off the couch.

Quickly she ran towards you, a sigh of relief left her mouth to see your chest still moving up and down. Not being able to think in this situation she decided it would be best to call Bruce, for all she knew, you were dying with all that poison in your body.

Before she calls out for J.A.R.V.I.S to alert Bruce, you wake up. Slowly you are able to sit up, choosing to ignore the person kneeling next to you. Still feeling weak, you try standing up but a pair of hands stop you.

“Careful,” a soft familiar voice speaks. You shut your eyes tightly before opening them again, finally seeing the person next to you. At first, you thought it was some sort of hallucination, so you didn't pay it any mind, but when you saw none other than Wanda Maximoff you knew this was real; and you knew you were in trouble.

“What are you doing here?” You say hoarsely, your voice full of confusion. Immediately Wanda hands you a glass of water, reading your mind knowing how dry your throat felt. “I could sense something was wrong,” she replied, her voice shaky from all that has happened in the past 15 minutes.

“Nothings wrong, I was just taking a nap,” you lie, terribly of course. It was so obvious what had happened. The drugs still sprawled out on the table and floor were practically screaming at you.

Wanda chose to ignore your words. You thought she would lecture you but the words that came out next weren't expected. “Why didn't you tell me? Or anyone? Natasha, Steve, Clint?”  She questions, her voice full of concern. The concern you could tell was genuine no matter how much you told yourself it was fake.

Finally, you are able to sit up with Wanda joining you. “I thought I could do this all by myself.” her eyebrows tense together at your response, feeling as if she should have said something as soon as your thoughts turned dark. “You should have told me,” She says while her hands go to reach yours, immediately you pull away.

You don't know if it's the drugs affecting your mood but now you feel furious. Her words full of care and concern only feed how angry you are. How dare she care now, after you’ve been like this for years. She could read your thoughts and every time you screamed for help she never paid you any attention.

“Why now?!” You lash out. “I’ve done this on my own for years without the help of anyone, why would I tell you?!” You think back through all the times you’ve picked yourself back up from a downfall. Even though the cycle was vicious, that didn't mean you needed anyone's help, you dealt with it. “I don't even know you,” you say as an afterthought.

“Look how that turned out, you almost died!” She cried out. You could have sworn you saw her eyes turn red, but quickly her expression changed. Before she could raise her voice even louder she took a deep breath trying to calm down. “I'm sorry, this isn't about me. I don't want to make you feel bad, but you almost killed yourself.”

“I didn't ‘almost kill myself,’ you’re overreacting!” You say with as much anger in your last reply. As much as you wanted to be telling the truth, a few seconds before passing out, you did think you were dying; It didn't even phase you.

“I'm offering my help now, you don't have to do this on your own.”

You hate how tempting the offer sounds, but it was too good to be true. No one cared, if she truly cared she would have been here after every relapse. Suddenly you feel yourself start to break, all of it becoming too much. “But I do. This isn't anyone else's problem but my own,” you shout as your once narrowed eyes turn glassy with tears. You feel yourself letting go.

“I can do this myself,” you sob while taking deep breaths between each word. “I can do this by-” you try and repeat but tremble from trying to stand up. Thankfully Wanda catches you and pulls your body to her side. “You can't, lyubov,” she quietly says into your hair, briefly kissing the top of your head.

You knew better than to put all your problems on someone, but instead of pushing her away; you let yourself have this, even if it was just for tonight. You didn't even try to fight it.

She silently moves you two into a more comfortable position on the couch, her arms wrapping around your body, your back to her front. The tears coming down from your eyes slowly dry up as you feel her comfortingly rub your arm.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize after a few moments of silence. It comes out quieter than you wanted but Wanda still heard. She shakes her head, not wanting to believe that you were apologizing for something that wasn't even your fault. “I knew something was off but I didn't- I didn't do anything, I should be the one apologizing.”

“’s not your fault,” you mumble, starting to feel tiredness washing over you. Not the type of tired you felt earlier, but the calming type that you willingly let yourself fall into.

Wanda still couldn't help but feel guilty but some of it was lifted knowing that you didn't blame her. “It will never happen again, you’ll never have to do this alone again.”

“You’re going to get through this,” she affirmed as you closed your eyes and brought her closer. And for once, you felt that this time things might be different.

-

A/N: Another day, another slay, another vent fic. To anyone who's struggling, my dms are always open. Maybe I’ll write the aftermath but that depends on how many people like it!!!! cheers to my second fic.

#marvel fic #tw substance abuse #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x read #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff fanfic #wanda maximoff one shot #wanda maximoff one shots #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff hurt/comfort #wanda maximoff x y/n #hurt/comfort #marvel one shot #wlw marvel #wlw #trigger warning

[inlovewithfairies]

OPEN REQUESTS!

Halo, i want to write some blackhill in this beautiful day of fuck secret invasion i write soft drabbles so if u want to send me a prompt or comment something you would like to see in something i write on my own i'll be grateful <3

#blackhill #marvel fanfic #wlw marvel #wlw marvel fanfic #wlw #natalia alianovna romanova #natasha romanoff #natalie rushman #maria hill #secret invasion #black widow #black widow fanfic #black widow fic

[hoeforblackwidow]

Relieved to find out I don’t have a moral superiority complex, I just don’t like men.

#marvel #wanda maximoff #wandavision #multiverse of madness #scarlet witch #agatha harkness #hela #thor ragnarok #avengers #wlw marvel #elizabeth olsen #kathryn hahn #cate blanchett

[reversedanatomy]

Finding Peace: Chapter 1

Summary: The first chapter to a slow-burn Nat x Reader fic. Building the relationship between Wanda x Reader. First Marvel fic and post here so I'm still getting used to preferable layouts, writing styles, tags, etc!!

TW: 18+!!! sexual themes, bad relationship themes, alcoholism, swearing, aggressiveness, uncomfortable topics.

Gif not mine

You remember the first night that you and Wanda had gone on a date. You two met inorganically through a dating app. It wasn’t something you were too keen on using, but the dating scene was impossible in the area, and you thought you might give it a try. After meeting Wanda for the first night at a sports bar downtown, the sparks between you two were evident. Her confidence spread goosebumps throughout your body as she weaved her way through a crowd of people lined up at the bar to meet you at your table. She was more radiant than any of her pictures on her profile.

“Y/N?” She leaned over you, placing a locked arm on the surface of the table to emphasize her cleavage.

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered, in awe of the outfit she chose to shape her body. She then smiled and slid into your lap. Caressing your face with her hands, she pressed her lips into yours as if she’d known you for years. You let yourself feel every spark, every firework she set off inside of your chest. The callouses of her hands cupped your jawline. They slid up your face to push your hair behind your ear. Her kiss was warm as it traveled from your lips to the corner of your mouth and down your neck. Her hands followed.

“You waste no time,” you smirked and pushed her deeper towards you. It was all so warm, so familiar. “This doesn’t seem like the place we should be doing this, though. How about we skip the small talk and head back to my place?” You lifted her chin with the tips of your fingers and presented your offer. She gave you a toothy smile that reached ear to ear.

“That’s rather bold of you,” she replied with a twinge of sarcasm. You snorted and let your thumb glide across her cheek. "How about a few drinks first? I get a bit nervous on first dates unless I've had a few." You admired her forwardness albeit it wasn’t something you were familiar with.

“Could’ve fooled me,” a chuckle slipped from your chest. “I thought you were already a few deep and I needed to catch up.” Wanda smiled in response. She moved from your lap onto the seat next to you and pulled a five from her coat pocket. She slid it towards you.

“Catch me up, then,” she whispered into your ear and patted the five before crossing her legs and folding her arms in an act of seductive defiance. A grin curled at the corners of your mouth, and you rolled your eyes in response and clicked your tongue. You took the five and made your way to the bar.

After a few drinks and some small talk, you two left the bar hand-in-hand to wander the downtown streets. Winter was arriving soon, and the biting cold left you breathless. Wanda noticed quickly and drew you into her long, black overcoat with a light tan trim. Already, you felt warmer. Already, you felt safe.

The two of you wandered for hours, but it only felt like minutes. Once your feet started hurting, you two both settled onto the stair steps outside of some unlabeled Baroque-style building. Your hands interlocked perfectly together as you both shared her coat. Wanda made you laugh. It was a genuine, hearty laugh that you hadn’t laughed in years. She was laughing, too. She said that she loved your humor, and that made you grin even more. Your grin was followed, however, with a yawn.

“Starting to get tired?” Wanda yawned in response. You nodded, another full laugh slipping from your chest.

“I mean…kind of? But… I just don’t want this night to end,” you sighed. Wanda kissed your forehead.

“Who says it has to end?” You looked up at her, meeting her blue-green eyes with admiration. “I figured that was the intention from the beginning, so I may or may not have taken us to my apartment.” Wanda turned around and pointed to the third story of the building, where the faint glow of a lamp illuminated through the window.

“That’s rather bold of you, Wanda,” you made reference to her previous claim at the bar. Wanda struck you a side-eye, her auburn hair falling from behind her ear to frame her face. You shrugged. “Well, what are we waiting for? I’m cold as hell and it looks like there’s an apartment up there calling my name.” You stood up and took her hand into your pocket before turning towards the apartment. She stumbled a bit on the steps while standing up, but was eager and quick to let both of you into the building.

The rest of the night was one to remember. The way Wanda felt underneath you felt just as natural as when she kissed you in the bar earlier that night. When you two were ready to sleep, you held her close to your body. You never wanted to let go of this feeling. Everything inside of you buzzed, and a warmth rushed through your veins. You looked at Wanda sleeping in your arms. You never wanted this night to end.

---------------------

Nearly three and a half years later, all you wanted was for this night to end. You locked yourself in the bathroom as you heard Wanda in the living room smash her liquor bottle on the wall. You held your hands against your ears as you listened to her shouting about how much this relationship was breaking her, how you were breaking her.

Tears fell down your cheeks. This isn’t what you wanted when you two moved in together into a small apartment in Chicago after dating for a year. For as long as you could’ve remembered, the honeymoon stage never left. The butterflies still fluttered through the garden of your body when you held her in your arms. It was all perfect. All perfect, until the first argument.

Wanda drank. A lot. It wasn’t a problem at first when the two of you were frequenting bars on date nights with or without friends. As time progressed, however, and the two of you moved in with each other, you realized she was just as much of a drinker at home as she was at bars. You mentioned your insecurities about it with her when you noticed that it was affecting your relationship, but she turned up her nose to you and poured herself another glass.

She blamed her alcoholism on a shitty childhood and high-stress job. She never told you what she did for a living, but you noticed she was often gone on extended trips to places she said she couldn’t talk about with you. “Think of it like I signed an NDA,” she would say as an excuse. You sighed and accepted there were things you were better off not knowing. If you pried, however, another argument would start. The drinking would start.

This was one of those nights. Wanda said she was leaving in a week for an entire month on an international trip for work. “We had plans for our three-and-a-half-year anniversary and my birthday, remember?” You said.

“I know, but you know how work is,” Wanda pouted and gave you the ‘eyes’ that she always gave you to get her way when it came to leaving for work.

“No, I don’t know how work is,” you snapped in response. “I never know how work is. You never tell me. For all I know, you could be off fucking somebody or somebodies in Spain or China or fuck knows where else.” You felt the heat rise in your face as a pit formed in your throat. You were choking out your words now because you were scared. But… it was okay to feel insecure about this, right? Wanda told you that you shouldn’t, but all of your friends agree with you that if she’s leaving all the time that you at least have the right to know where she is.

“What are you, my mom? Stop being controlling.” Wanda wouldn’t make eye contact with you. She was sitting at the kitchen bar, staring at the ice in her glass as she swirled her drink. You became irate. You ran your fingers through your hair, gripping into your roots.

“I’m controlling? You’re the one who’s disappearing for weeks or months on end without giving me the time of day. Sure, I was fine with your work trips when they were planned in advance and only for a few days at a time. Now, it’s like you’re leaving every other week, and I don’t know when I’m going to see you again.” The tears began welling up in your eyes. They burned. You began pacing back and forth between the living room and the kitchen.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, I’m sorry,” Wanda put her drink down and began getting up from her stool. “I wish I could tell you. I really do.” She was drunkenly stumbling towards you, arms outstretched. You noticed her coming towards you, and you started for the bathroom. “Y/N, please don’t do this right now.”

Now you were here, in the bathroom. You turned the lock and slid down with your back against the wall. Wanda pressed her head against the door and started pawing at it.

“Y/N, please don’t do this. Just let m’in ‘nd we c’n talk about it,” Wanda stumbled over her words as she continued to paw at the door. When you didn’t reply, she started knocking. Louder. Louder. Louder, she knocked until you finally responded.

“Wanda, please, just leave me alone. You’re drunk, and I just don’t want to deal with this right now.” You were crying faster than you could wipe your tears, but Wanda wouldn’t leave.

“Then just tell me to leave if you don’t want me around,” Wanda smacked the door before you could hear her walking back to the kitchen. Then came a crash as you heard what sounded like a liquor bottle, or maybe her drink, being thrown to the floor. Jesus, what’s happening to us, Wanda? You thought to yourself as you reached for the tissues to dry your tears and blow your nose. There was more stomping, and the sound of walls being punched before you could hear Wanda trudging back towards the bathroom door.

“This is all your fucking fault, Y/N.” Wanda smacked her hand against the door again. You flinched from behind the door, but you refused to respond. It would only make her angrier if you said anything. “If only you just didn’t question what I did for work like what we agreed on when we first started dating, we wouldn’t be dealing with this problem.” It’s different when we’ve been together for three-and-a-half years as opposed to a few months, you wanted to say, but you held your tongue. Wanda continued.

“I’m not fucking anybody else, if that’s what you want to hear. I’m loyal to you. I’ve only ever been loyal to you,” Wanda started crying and hitting her head against the door. “I love you, Y/N. I only ever show you that I love you. You’re my everything.” The banging stopped. “But if you want me to leave, just tell me.” There was only quiet except for the quiet tears you could barely hear from Wanda. Your breath left your body in a long, exasperated sigh. You lifted your head from between your knees and twisted your upper half towards the door.

“I don’t want you to leave, Wanda. I just want things to go back to the way they were before.” You spoke monotonously, making sure your voice was emotionless enough as to not set Wanda off again.

“It’s never going to go back to the way things were,” you heard Wanda slide her back down the door from the other side. This made you start crying again, even harder. You were scared. If she left, you’d lose three-and-a-half years with the person you thought you were going to marry.

“What happened to us?” You forced a laugh through your tears. You paused after saying that to wait for a response from Wanda. Nothing. Your smile faded back into sorrow as you buried your chin between your knees and looked down at the floor. Maybe Wanda was doing the same. Maybe she was also contemplating the relationship—whether it’d end or whether they’d keep recycling the same arguments and this same drunken routine. You knew nothing was going to change, but you still wanted to try. Maybe it was because you were more scared to be alone than to keep hearing her slam on the bathroom door and smash bottles. When it was good, it was great. But there were so many moments now that left you feeling weak, tired, scared, and unfulfilled that you pondered whether the good moments just made you feel safe, or if they were actually great.

Wanda never responded to your question. You sat up on your knees, took one last breath, and turned to open the door. Your hand settled on the doorknob. Once you opened that door, you knew all the memories you two spent together would shatter like the glass from earlier. You felt that pit rising back into your throat as you unlocked the knob and started opening the door. The idea of facing Wanda right now terrified you—not because she was violent and angry, but because you hated those difficult, uncomfortable conversations about what happens next between you two.

You turned the doorknob and took a step back. You felt the door swing towards you with the weight of Wanda as she collapsed onto the floor. She was passed out. If this was two years ago, you would be rushing to her side and checking her pulse. Now, this was frequent. Weekly. Daily, even. You kneeled beside her to confirm her breathing before grabbing her by the forearms to drag her into the bedroom. As you dragged her, you glanced at the kitchen floor. She only smashed her empty glass, not the entire bottle. At least this time it would be an easy cleanup for tomorrow morning.

Once in the bedroom, you spent no time pulling her arm across your shoulder to help her into bed. You pulled back the bed sheets, set her on her side in the bed, and pulled the sheets up to her chin. You contemplated giving her a kiss on the forehead, but you recognized that this could be the last time you two ever had some kind of physical touch. You leaned in and gave her a quick peck. It tasted bittersweet.

You crawled into bed next to her and studied her face. Wanda was sleeping so peacefully. Her lips were slightly parted, and her auburn hair fell over her face. She always slept with her hand under her face when she laid on her side. You thought one more time about the first night at the bar and the confidence she had upon meeting you. You reminisced on the times you two made love, contemplated marriage, talked about what having kids running around the house would be like, and how you two would grow old together. You wanted so badly for everything to circle back to the sparks you two felt that first night, as that was what kept you going through this mistreatment all these years with her. These memories flooded through your mind, until you finally drifted off into a deep sleep.

-------------------------------------

The next morning, you woke up to the bed empty beside you. “Wanda?” You called out for her. No response. She must either be watching TV, or she left to head to the store for breakfast. The pain from the night before held strong in your chest as you composed yourself before heading into the living room. You scanned for any sight of Wanda. The TV was off and there was no sign of her. The site on the kitchen floor where she smashed her glass was swept and mopped. Then, your eyes lifted, where you noticed a note left on the bar.

You instantly rushed to the note, feeling yourself grow heavy as you got closer and closer to it. You picked it up and felt your hands shaking as you read it:

Y/N, I’m so sorry for last night, and I’m so sorry for everything I’m about to write to you. We both knew this day would come where we would part. You and I both have been going through a lot, and I think it’s time that we spent time apart so that we can work on ourselves. Also, work sent for me this morning. I thought we would have more time together before I left to get some kind of closure, but they needed me urgently. I’ll be gone for a while, they said. Months, maybe even years. Please don’t go looking for me. I’ll be okay. I love you.

                                                                                                            -Wanda.

You fell to the floor and broke into tears. You let out an ugly, guttural cry as you held the note to your chest. It was over without any conversation. There was no closure. There was no last goodbye as Wanda would step out the door and leave. There was no watching her from the window as she’d walk through the city streets before melting into the crowd, disappearing from your life together. This note was quick and nonconfrontational. It was unlike her.

You put the note in your kitchen drawer and slumped onto the couch. Whatever came next, you could handle it. You always could. You switched the TV on and felt yourself cry. You let yourself cry. A new chapter would open for you, you just had to accept it.

#ojfuehrggterg it'll get happier i promise #I PROMISE IT'LL BE A SLOW BURN IT'S JUST SAD NOW #marvel #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #marvel wlw #wlw marvel #natasha romanov #fanfiction #marvel fanfic #wandanat #wanda x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #slow burn

[wandascrush]

Requesting Rules

please don’t send the same request to me and multiple other writers. also, please don’t request another person’s idea for me to write.

Specify who you want your request for (and the more details the better, if you have something specific in mind!)

I will try to get to your request as soon as possible, however don’t spam me if not

I try to write requests that I personally love as well, if something isn’t written it’s either cuz I haven’t had a chance to, it’s against the guidelines, or it might not speak to me in the moment and that’s ok! What I write: Fluff, angst, dark fics, possibly smut, knives, weapons, kidnapping, fem!reader, character x character, dark fics, murder, step-cest

What I do not write: hateful speech of any kind, pedophilia, racism, transphobia, incest, piss kinks, scat, spit kink, foot fetishes, non-consensual sex, men x reader (platonic is fine), male!reader. Under NO circumstances will I write about any of these topics. If you’re unsure if something you're thinking about requesting is something I will not write, send me a DM or ask me and I’ll gladly answer. I do not give anyone permission to repost, plagiarize, or take credit for my original work. If you see this anywhere please let me know. Reblogs, likes, and comments are always appreciated

#natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff #natasha Romanoff fluff #wanda maximoff angst #wanda maximoff fluff #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wlw marvel #yelena belova

[caitlynskitten]

We are so back lesbians!!!!!!!!!

#deadpool and wolverine #negasonic teenage warhead #yukio #yukionic #Deadpool 3 #Brianna Hildebrand #Shioli Kutsuna #wlw #marvel movies #Deadpool

[emilyprentissslut]

your mighty captor 𖤍ϟ

a/n: part one of kidnapper jane 😎🧜‍♀️!! i love her sm

warnings: stalking, kidnapping, soft yet possessive jane, jane’s arms!!

as you stepped foot into new asgard, a smile was plastered on your face. your mom had suggested the summer’s family vacation should be spent visiting different locations around norway. the plan was to spend a few days in the tourist destination, before moving on to the next place.

so far your family had been there for a few hours. in that few hours you had seen a live performance of an event called ragnorok, which you had learned was the reason for the existence of new asgard in the first place. moreover, you had gone on tours, seen the area, and even met thor himself.

you felt like the luckiest person in the world, especially when he introduced to you to the king. king valkyrie was as gorgeous as she was in the pictures that you had seen. her demeanor commanded power, you couldn’t get enough of it.

“it’s nice to meet you, milady.”

with a smile on your face, the king took your hand in hers and placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

“likewise, your highness.”

she returned the smile, before tending back to her people. unbeknownst to you, the queen wasn’t the only person with her eyes on you. in the corner of the room, the mighty thor played with her drink and watched you enjoy the sights of the day.

dr. jane foster was a lot of things, but one to miss an opportunity? no. you were here golden opportunity, and she wouldn’t let something like that pass by.

the day turned into nightfall, as your family opted to return to the hotel to rest for the next day. half past midnight rolled around, and you were wide awake. careful as not to wake up your siblings, you quietly left the room to go outside the hotel.

as you sat on the steps of the entrance, your eyes fell to the night sky above you. the stars had you completely hypnotized, they were of course the most beautiful stars you had ever seen. though the stars were your beauty, you were jane’s.

the former astrophysicist couldn’t believe how easy you had made this for her. naturally, she wanted to wait before she grabbed you. though seeing as when sunrise came, your last day in NA would begin, she knew there was no time like the present.

there wasn’t a doubt in jane’s mind that you were perfect. there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that she keep you forever. all she had to do was wait for the perfect moment.

the stars held your attention for what felt like the better part of an hour. sitting on the stairs with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, you were at peace with your surroundings.

this was it. this was the time for jane to make her move, and she would do just that. emerging from the shadows, the mighty thor strode confidently down the street, attempting to pull your attention. as you caught sight of her, she was the first to speak.

“honey, it’s very late. any reason why you’re out?”

as you met her eyes, her beauty stunned you. she was absolutely stunning. from her beautiful blonde hair, to her amazing figure, she entranced you. most notably, your eyes fell to her arms. they were toned and they were big, but not too big. your mouth nearly watered.

“oh-, sorry, i was just looking at the stars.”

jane hummed in agreement.

“they are beautiful tonight, aren’t they?”

you nodded, studying her features in the moonlight.

“come here, the view isn’t as obstructed by the pillars.”

a smile crept across your face as you walked to wear she was standing. side by side, the two of you watched the stars. jane’s hand brushed against yours before holding it. you blushed at the action.

she was in. dr. foster had to make her move now, this was her best chance. you were putty in her hands. gently tugging your hand over to see the stars from a different angle, you followed her like a lost puppy. once you were out of view from anyone, jane’s hand clasped around your mouth, while the other tightly held your waist.

your eyes went wide as you struggled in her grasp. the blonde dropped the hand from your waist, while keeping your mouth covered. flailing in her grip, the feeling of hopelessness overcame you, when you realized you couldn’t escape her while she held you with one hand.

“shhhh…stay still. i wont hurt you pretty baby.”

the mighty thor’s free hand stretched out as she called for her transport. continuing to struggle, your breathing increased when you noticed a hammer fly directly into the hands of your soon to be captor. tears fell down your cheeks as the woman held the hammer to the sky, and a burst of rainbow energy took the two of you away.

between her unforgiving grip and the turmoil of the situation, you were met with darkness as you went limp in her arm. the woman sighed in relief. though she could easily overpower you, having you unconscious was much easier for her.

arriving at a secret location, the mighty thor threw your form over her shoulder before entering the house. taking you into the kitchen, she quickly plopped you on a chair and made sure the rope wouldn’t let you move too much.

the first moments when you wake up would be awful. having you tightly tied to a chair would minimize that chance for the both of you.

brushing some stray hairs out of your face, jane places a kiss on your forehead before leaving the kitchen.

when you came to, your vision was a bit blurred. adjusting to the light, you tried to move before realizing you couldn’t. as the panic set in, you struggled in the ropes. small cries of pain and distress left your mouth.

knowing that you had woken up, the blonde put down her dumbbell and made her to the kitchen.

as she came into your view, you struggled harder. the ropes began to cut into your wrists.

“shhh….sweetheart don’t do that. you’re going to hurt yourself.”

strong, yet gentle hands held your cheeks. wiping the stray tears, jane placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“welcome home, my love.”

fear crawled up your throat. home?

#jane foster x reader #jane foster smut #kidnapper jane #marvel wlw #thor love and thunder #valkyrie and jane #thor #the mighty thor #pride #king valkyrie #jane foster #jane foster fluff #dark! jane #mighty thor #lesbian #wlw marvel #dark marvel

[sytoran]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟎𝟎𝟔 — 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊

kinktober day 006 | roommate!natasha x werewolf!reader

despite your countless pleads for natasha to stay away during the full moon, she decides to brave the beast and be right by your side during your transformation. she gets a lot more than what she bargained for.

cont. reader has a cock, (very) rough sex, breeding, creampie

word count. 2063

kinktober masterlist || main masterlist

“Natasha, you can’t stay here during my transformation,” you plead, grasping your roommate’s hand in yours.

The brunette is adamant, looking up at you with a stubbornly steely gaze. “I’m staying, Y/N. You don’t have to do this alone anymore. You don’t have to suffer alone.”

You wring your hands in exasperation, somewhere near tearing your hair out in frustration or crying in anger. “You’re not listening to me, Nat. It’s not just the pain. I become a different being altogether, and you just can’t see me like that.”

“I can, and I will,” she stubbornly says, folding her arms over her chest and mistakably pushing her cleavage up, too.

The tips of your ears burn at seeing Natasha so utterly bratty.

You bite your tongue, refusing to argue with Natasha even more. Keeping you safe was one thing, but the real reason to steer Natasha away from you during the full moon was to keep her safe.

Because when you’re in your werewolf form, your true desires get heightened by a thousandfold, and from the way you already feel about Natasha, you’re worried it might implode when it comes to your inner beast.

As the Gods of Fate have it out for you, the full moon comes earlier than expected.

Your first agonized cry comes when Natasha’s still in the shower.

“Y/N!” Natasha calls out your name, once, haphazardly scrambling to wrap a towel around herself and sprint to the room where your cries are coming from.

The sight that greets her is absolutely horrific.

You’re bent over, on the floor of your room, on all fours and spitting out blood. Your back is bent at an inhuman angle, your spine broken.

“......Y/N?” Natasha’s voice shook, rooted to the spot in sheer terror.

You don’t respond. You’re in a state of little awareness, or so it seems, a low grunt of pain and fury escaping from you as your transformation continues. 

Natasha takes in a deep breath and steps into the room.

She wants to reach out, hold your hand, tell you that it’s going to be fine but she knows it’s not. The sounds of excruciating pain, broken bones, and surpassed limits make Natasha weep for you on the inside, knowing that you have to go through this painstaking process every month.

The transformation seems to be slowing down, now. Your human blood is splattered across the walls of your room, but your werewolf form seems to be perfectly healthy. You’re still more human than wolf, though: your muscles had thickened and were iron-hard, and you were taller than before. 

However, your wolfish eyes that survey the room are bloodshot red and absolutely inhuman.

That gaze is a chilling scene, narrowed eyes and steady puffs of air surveying the room. Your slow yet calculated mannerisms are reminiscent of your human form.

Natasha hasn’t quite yet caught your eye,  but when she does, it’s like a predator has found its prey.

Your red eyes are like lit coals and smoking silver, surveying Natasha with every ounce of authority and a near possesiveness.

“Natasha.”

Time stills, and the sound of your haunting voice reverberates around the four walls of your room.

Natasha truly can’t help but let out the tiniest whimper of fear. And perhaps a little something more.

“Y/N,” Natasha says your name again, because it seems to be the only thing capable of falling from her lips, and she swallows harshly at your predatory behaviour. She presses into the wall, one hand clutching the top of her towel, the other finding purchase in the edge of your cupboard. 

When you begin to move closer, Natasha screws her eyes shut, anticipating what was to come. Your presence looms over her, metaphorically and physically, and Natasha waits for her inevitable demise.

The ‘inevitable demise’ never happens.

Instead, Natasha’s eyes flutter open slowly to your huge hands gently wrapping around her torso, a sharp nose burying itself into the crook of her neck.

The whine she lets slip is involuntary. Your close proximity undermines her calm composure, regardless of your way, shape, or form. If that was telling of her feelings towards you, Natasha would choose to play oblivious.

You’re supposed to be scary, and Natasha’s supposed to be terrified, but with the way you’re dragging your nose up and down the column of Natasha’s slender neck, inhaling her sweet scent, she hardly considers her heart to be beating steadily.

She’s intoxicated by you, even more so with your unabashed exploration of Natasha’s neck. The redhead might be grasping at straws, but it’s almost like you’re seeking something. Something from Natasha. Comfort, perhaps?

“You’re okay,” the redhead whispers, fingers combing through your fur in comforting motions. She hears something that sounds suspiciously like a purr of satisfaction, so she repeats that motion.

Your head moves from her pale neck to her pretty collarbones and down her cleavage until your nose hits the obstruction of Natasha's towel.

A low rumble of disgruntlement sounds from somewhere deep in your chest. Natasha lets a full-body shudder take its hold of her body, under the vibrations of your low decibels.

Not comfort, then. What was it?

Almost like you could read Natasha’s inner thoughts, your werewolf form decides to say capre diem and let a huge hand slither up the inside of your roommate’s bare thigh.

Natasha squeals and swats your hand away, instinctively, then she catches herself and her eyes go wide. 

Oh. 

The fire that dances in your eyes is nothing short of a human-like mischief, playful and oh so dangerous. The incarnadine flush that adorns Natasha’s cheeks like a flower blossoming in the spring is one that your werewolf greedily soaks up, pulling her body flush against yours.

You can see the moment realization hits Natasha, the moment she realizes your desires are nothing short of sinful. 

“Want,” you enunciate slowly, stately and unyielding. Your eyes are locked onto hers, gleaming. 

Expectant. Possessive. Knowing.

The grasp of your hand on her inner thigh once again has Natasha letting out a breathy moan, one of pleasure and a startling realisation.

It wasn’t comfort. It was sex.

-----

If Natasha knew that werewolves were this fucking astronomical at sex, she would’ve introduced supernatural creatures into her bed a long time ago.

The position she’s in is nothing short of embarrassing, on all fours, grasping at the headboard like it was her lifeline. 

Perhaps it was, truthfully, because with the ferocity of the thrusts of your Herculean-sized werewolf cock into her pussy from behind was worthy of being sent to the afterlife. Not like Natasha would complain, though.

“Oh- mhmmm, n’more, s’too much,” Natasha slurs, her breasts shaking rhythmically with each time your jerk that massive thing into her, velvet walls squeezing tight around your pulsing cock. Her eyes are threatening to roll back, drool already spilling from the sides of her lips, arousal already leaking from her thighs and on to the bed.

You don’t seem to give a damn about the messiness of it, though, and that could perhaps be linked to the scientific nature of more barbaric animals. But Natasha could ponder over animal studies at a later point in time, for now she was being treated like a fuckdoll, and it was midblowingly gratifying.

“All– the way,” you grunt, trying to shove the entirety of your huge cock into Natasha’s pussy, clearly displeased by the fact that you were struggling to be sealed inside the redhead completely and inescapably. 

It shouldn’t have been a problem because she was already so wet, so pliant, so perfect for the taking. You’d make do with what you had, though.

“It’s too big,” Natasha had whined earlier, gasping as your tip stretched her opening out, the biggest thing she’d ever taken in her life. Her grasp on the headboard tightened as you slid in with a cruel impatience, big hands digging into the soft flesh of her ass.

“I’ll… make it fit,” you reply, somewhat slowly, your speech clearly deterred by your transformation into part-animal. The results of it are undeniably effective, nonetheless, the cockiness of your brash words making arousal pool in Natasha’s hips.

You’ve reached a sweet spot of Natasha’s, and her walls clench around your big cock tightly, mewling as you push its head against her sponginess. 

“Right there, please, please, plea-” Natasha is cut off by one of her own moans when you jerk inside her, spurred on by the sheer tightness she’s providing you. 

When you lean down to entrap Natasha in a breeding press, your bigger body engulfing her smaller one, slick and sweat converging in an unholy sacrament, it’s all over for her.

Going weak in the knees, Natasha moans as her arms give out and her front flops into the bed. The results of this lie in the fact that her back becomes beautifully arched, her ass rising towards the ceiling; your wolfish eyes drink the sight in with a lick of your lips, cock twitching at the prospect of all the new angles you’d be able to reach.

An animalistic prowess takes mighty hold over your sentience, triggering a feral craze to wash over your werewolf form, and it takes mere seconds before you ram your cock back inside Natasha’s wrecked cunt with undying fervour.

The warbled sounds the girl lets out beneath goes unheard, muffled by the pillow, but the sheer slickness of her pretty pussy gives a certain confirmation that she was enjoying it as much as you did. 

Not that your werewolf would care much, anyways: What it was chasing was pleasure, seeking relief in the completely sexual sense, a carnal desire to take and to breed and to claim. 

You push yourself in hilt-deep inside Natasha, fully lodged in, skin against skin.

Instinctively, your hands fly to Natasha’s belly. You can feel your cock bulge there, spreading her out, filling her up.

The next series of your thrusts cause Natasha to make noises she’s never made before, her body moving like clay under your touch. 

You pull out and make her sob, then thrust all the way back in with an unbridled strength that leaves Natasha breathless. Then again, and again, until she cums helplessly around your cock, pulsing and throbbing and alight with nerves.

This is not the side of you Natasha’s grown to know and love. There are no gentle smiles, no soft hugs and whispered words of admiration. It’s completely animalistic, entirely pleasure-chasing, undeniably one-sided.

You’re thrusting into her like she’s your personal fuckdoll, bringing her to high after high, but you don’t even seem to register that fact. You’re using her for your pleasure, and it should be wrong, but…

“More! More, please, please, need another,” Natasha sobs into the pillow, every fibre of her body screaming at her to stop but her brain unable to put it into action. She hardly registers what she’s saying, only begging pathetically and dripping endlessly.

“Inside,” you growl, right next to her ear, sharp teeth grazing her earlobe. Natasha babbles her acknowledgement, even more turned on at the prospect of being filled, fuck it, and the orgasm that crashes over the both of you is heaven-like.

Natasha’s scream of your name reverberates for miles to come.

With that, you’re cumming, finally, and the seed that spills out from you is endless. Natasha drools into the pillow as you unload your cum inside her, gripping fistfuls of her ass pressed flush against your hips. 

“Mine,” you hear yourself say. The helplessly, pathetically aroused tone of your voice nearly makes Natasha weep again — she’s rendered a damn werewolf near speechless.

Streams of white fluid spray onto Natasha’s back once you’re done with her cunt. You manhandle her around to face the front, to find her pretty eyes rolled to the back of her head, drool coating her lips.

Your werewolf heaves as you watch as your seed overflows from her pretty pussy and on to her thick thighs. A perfect creampie.

Your werewolf, however, has different plans, feeling your cock stiffen again at the sight of her ruined pussy. 

-----

The next morning, you wake up with a throbbing feeling between your legs.

Shit. Was it my transformation?

You leap out of bed, yanking the covers off—

To reveal a very naked Natasha Romanoff, your best friend and your roommate.

She awakes with a start, blinking at the light, and then wincing as if her body was aching all over.

“.......Nat?” you ask hesitantly, eyes trailing over her marked thighs and tits. “What happened last night?”

“Okay. Don’t panic, but you’re fathering my children.”

finally catching up on fics!! i did spend significantly longer on this fic, so it would be highly appreciated if you could reblog

kinktober masterlist || main masterlist

#sytoran's kinktober 2023 #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #marvel smut #natasha romanoff x reader smut #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff smut #wlw smut #gxg smut #natasha x y/n #natasha x reader #bottom natasha romanoff #sub natasha romanoff #top reader #dom reader #x reader

[visually-corrupted]

by Maca [jayh.sketch]

[based on this book cover]

#peggynat #captain carter #peggy carter #black widow #natasha romanoff #i prefer girls #wlw #agent carter #what if #marvel #marvel studios #mcu #art #maca #jayh sketch #instagram