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Unspoken desires

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word count: 7.8k

Summary: Some things are hard to say out loud. Some desires are just too great to be left buried and sometimes the best way to express them is to write them down, hoping that you’ll be able to get them out of your mind. And that’s what you do. You write. Until one night your girlfriend finds you in your study and it sparks a curiosity inside her. What will happen when she finds your little secret?

Warning: NSFW, 18+, lesbian relationship, oral, fingering, magic use, magical restraints, R being gagged, finger sucking, strap on sex, oral to a strap, a bit of an oral fixation? Mommy!Kink, top!Wanda, Bottom!Reader Masterlist with all my works.                    Part 2: I love taming you 18+

                                                             Wanda woke up in the middle of the night, startled by your absence. She had tried to drape her hand over you in her sleep, only for it to land on empty space, where your body should have been, the sheets devoid of your warmth, which told her you had been up for a while. It pulled her out of her drowsiness and she blinked a few times, her eyes scanning the dark room for you, but she already knew she was alone. She sighed, pushing herself up to a sitting position. She hoped that you were in the bathroom and she waited a few minutes, but no sound actually came from anywhere and she found herself worried, her feet blindly searching for her slippers, before she walked out of your shared bedroom. She peaked in the direction of the bathroom just in case, but the door was slightly ajar and the space dark and empty, just as she suspected it will be and she descended the stairs with deliberate slowness, refusing to work herself into a panic. You love her. You’re happy with her. You wouldn’t just leave her in the middle of the night without a word. There would be a rational explanation for all of this. With a steadying breath she used her powers to scan your home for your presence and she quickly found it. Your energy signature showed you were in the study, which, thinking more clearly, now that she was calmer, Wanda should have guessed. Your heart was beating calmly, your mind active, but not loud, so Wanda approached the room in that same deliberate slowness she forced in her step. The room glowed in soft yellow light that spilled from the doorway and she saw you on your favourite office chair behind your marble desk, head bowed over a notebook as you wrote something. The moment she pushed the door, it creaked and you suddenly snapped your head up in surprise, your eyes landing on your girlfriend and you forced yourself to smile at her as she walked closer. “What are you doing up, honey?” You asked, leaving the fountain pen you were holding. “I should ask you the same thing.” Your girlfriend countered, getting even closer to you, now almost in front of your desk, her eyes landing on your stylish handwriting, but unable to make out the words you had written. You looked down at your notebook, at the pretty way your hand had written each word, which tortured your mind and you paused for a moment, wondering how to explain what it said. But there was just so much to say that you honestly had no idea where to start and your mind scrambled for a way to explain, thinking it would be best to just give it to her and let her read for herself, but she spoke before you could. “Are they overworking you at the office again?” She asked with concern, her green eyes softening as they studied you. “You shouldn’t stay up so long, love.” She added, stepping even closer and an impulse inside you made you stand from your spot to meet her. “You should have told me you needed to finish something. I would have given you some space after dinner.” Wanda assured and you circled the desk. “You shouldn’t hide like that from me.” She chastised you a little. She hated that you sneaked out of bed for such a thing. Your heart hammered in your chest at her words, at how close she came to finding your little secret, at the horrible prospect of lying to her. You never wanted to lie to Wanda. But you could never find the strength in you to say the things you so easily wrote. “I’m sorry, Wanda.” You spoke, your voice rough, the secret choking you inside. “Come to bed, baby.” She hugged you, pulling you close to her chest, her nimble fingers running through your hair soothingly. She pulled you out of the study, turning off the lights and guiding you back to the bedroom, where she tucked you in, nestling behind you and circling her arms around you. She held you close, providing much needed warmth and comfort, soon falling asleep with the knowledge that you were exactly where you should be. In her loving embrace.                                                 *             *             * The next day started as it often did in your household, with coffee and breakfast and a pleasant conversation. The two of you made plans for after work, discussed the groceries, cleaned up the table together, took a shower together, your hands hardly leaving the other’s body as you kissed. With your back pressed against the tiles, Wanda made quick work of unravelling you, her long fingers buried deep inside you. You did the same, mirroring her, so you’d come together, treasuring the way her forehead was pressed against yours, low, pleasured moans filling the small space. Getting ready, you left the house together, eager for the moment when you’d come back. But the day was stretched long for you, your calendar packed with meetings, your lunch forgotten next to you on the desk and you just knew you’d be home late that day. Wanda had a much calmer schedule and walked into your shared home in the early afternoon. She texted you, checking in, but decided not to pressure you to come home, remembering how late she’d found you working. With no other things to do, she thought to read a book and she entered the study as the space reminded her so much of you and she breathed in the smell of books. She already knew where to find that book you recently finished and claimed was amazing, but before she could get it, her eyes landed on your desk and the beautiful notebook on top of it. It was the Paperblanks hardcover journal dedicated to Edgar Allan Poe that she got you as a gift. The one she saw you writing in last night. Had you forgotten it? Wouldn’t you need it for work? Curious, she went over to the desk, stopping herself from picking it up, the open pages mocking her. She knew it was wrong to look through your things, that it was a complete betrayal of your trust, a violation of your privacy. But if it was work, why would you mind her seeing it? And if it wasn’t? What could keep you up so late? What could make you sneak out of bed in the middle of the night? What could be haunting you so much? She stood there, frozen for a few moments longer, her mind racing with possibilities and her chest tightening with insecurity and fear that she might be losing you. Her precious girl. Her everything. The unknown was killing her. Her own thoughts tearing her up inside as she thought of all the things that could have went wrong. Was she too possessive? Too jealous perhaps? Did she hold on too tight? Or had you fallen into the arms of another? Is that why you’d be staying late tonight? To be with some clueless bitch you’d met at the office? Would you let her kiss you, the way only Wanda had the right to? Let her touch you… Wanda shook her head. No, you would never do such a thing. She knew you. You were loyal. Shy and sweet and so utterly hers. You’d never betray Wanda in such a way. She was being irrational again, too fearful of loss. She was letting her fear dictate her actions, she could tell and she pushed back the invasive thoughts as they swirled around in her head, replacing them with the very real memories she had with you. The memory of last night, when you lay your head in her lap as the two of you watched TV, a content smile on your face as she stroked your hair gently. The image of your body splayed underneath her on the bed upstairs, back arching as she made you cum for the third time that night, her face buried between your legs. The feeling of pure bliss as she herself fell off the edge just minutes later, your cute face hiding in the crook of her neck, because you were so shy of all her praises as she told you how well you were pleasing her. Even this morning… Your pussy twitched and pulsated around her fingers, desperate for her. Wanda took care of you often and well. From the first time she was allowed the privilege, she made sure to keep you satisfied, so she did her best to calm herself down, but the more she thought about it, the more the scene from last night disturbed her. The initial shock on your face, the way your hands trembled at the sight of her, the way the blood drained from your face when she asked you why you’re up… You were hiding something. She saw it clearly now. You left your chair, so you’d stop her from getting closer to the desk, to stop her from seeing the things you had written. You never said it was work. She just assumed. But as those thoughts crossed her mind, she could no longer assume and she made a conscious decision, sitting on the comfy office chair and pulling herself closer to the desk, her eyes running over the pages in front of her. It was a confession of sorts, but not the type she expected. There was no betrayal, no scheme behind it, no reason for jealousy. As she read through the opened page, she realized it was the ending of a story. The words were so clearly yours, she could hear your voice as she read them, but they weren’t enough for her to understand the concept or the plot. The knowledge instantly calmed her nerves and with a sigh Wanda flipped over to the first page and read the title you had chosen. “Unspoken desires” was written in your signature calligraphy style, the letters twisting beautifully and she took the notebook, relaxing her back against the leather of the chair. The words stuck to her like honey, sweet as they spread over her mind and painted the most sinful pictures. They spoke of things you wanted, but were too shy to say. The things you craved so badly you couldn’t sleep at night. The dreams that bled into your conscious mind and filled you with need. And God, it was hot! Fuck, they were filling her with liquid desire as she read through them, page after page, until her underwear was so soaked with arousal that she was ready to take care of it right there and then, the thought of sneaking her hand into her pants and making herself cum to your fantasies so unbearably tempting. It was so good, that it would be almost like having you. But she wanted you. She wanted to make you clean up the mess you made of her. She wanted to give you exactly what you needed from her. Finishing the last page, Wanda sighed, her legs crossed and squeezing together. Your words still swirled in her mind and she looked at the clock. It was still early, you wouldn’t be home for a few more hours and she had to fight yet another urge to take care of the ache you caused between her legs and she quickly got up, choosing to busy herself with preparations for the moment you’d come home, groaning at the uncomfortable way her underwear stuck to her. Busy with dinner and some preparations she wanted to make, Wanda managed to pass the time without allowing her will to give way to her urges. She even had the time to take a nice, relaxing shower and she welcomed you into your home with a smile. She wasn’t angry at you. She knew you were timid, knew it was harder for you to speak about your desires and she wasn’t going to let you think that she’d be anything other than supportive and understanding, so Wanda took you in her warm embrace and had dinner with you, letting you unwind after your long day. She watched you eat with a quiet admiration, your beauty leaving her awestruck and, thinking on it, she could see you in the setting of those fantasies, all pretty and submissive. Wanting you relaxed, Wanda helped you into the shower next, letting you wash away the troubles of the day, while she put away the food and she settled into your shared bedroom, waiting for you to come out. You were truly spectacular with your towel wrapped around your body and a smaller one in your hands, drying your hair. So naturally seductive and you didn’t even know it. She traced your elegant shoulders and collarbones with her eyes, saw the outline of your breasts under the towel, your exposed legs still covered in little droplets of water… How can you not know what you were doing to her? But that was ok, Wanda was going to show you. She was going to make all your dreams come true. She’d give you everything you fantasized about and so much more. Unable to wait anymore, she got off the bed, approaching you and circling her arms around you. She watched with amazement the way you smiled at the gesture, putting away the smaller towel and resting your arms on her shoulders. “You’re so beautiful.” Wanda purred, pulling you closer until your body was flush against hers. “I’m going to get you all wet.” You giggled in response, trying to pull away, but she held you tightly. “You already have.” Your girlfriend smirked, innuendo laced with her words and making you blush. “I guess I should take care of it then.” You suggested, reaching to help her take off her shirt, but she wouldn’t let you. Wanda spun you around, walking you backwords until the backs of your legs hit the bed and she smirked as she held you at the tipping point of falling. Her right hand settled firmly between your shoulder blades, while the other reached between your bodies, taking the towel and pulling it off your body with a smug expression and unneeded flair, exposing your beauty to her hungry eyes. “That’s not what you’ll be doing.” She explained, letting the words sink in, before she lowered you on the bed, crawling over you slowly and helping you up, until you settled over the pillows. “You won’t be doing anything tonight without my permission.” She added, her eyes drinking you in. She could see it now. That spark in your eyes at her words, the faint pink on your cheeks at the thought and the way your legs squeezed together, betraying you. Fuck, she should have known. “I know your little secret.” She whispered next, studying you and instantly seeing the realization on your face. You hurried to defend yourself, to tell her that it was just a story, a fantasy, that she didn’t need to do any of what she had read, but she spoke first. “You should have told me earlier, little kitten. I’ve treated you so softly, so gently… Holding back, so I could spare my precious girl…” She trailed off, her hand caressing your cheek, feeling the warmth of it against her palm. For a brief moment she imagined slapping you, just so she would know what it felt like, but held back, deciding to leave it for another time. “I should have known you’d love to submit to me. I should have known that you’d be perfect.” “You don’t have to…” You stuttered out, looking up at her. “Have to?” She almost laughed, her smile turning predatory. “Oh, baby, I’ve been wanting to have you at my mercy since the day I met you.” And before you could utter a single word, she wrapped her lips around one of your nipples, playfully teasing it with her teeth, before she soothed it with her tongue. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?” She smiled wickedly, before doing the same to your other breast. She used a little more force this time. Adding a little sting to her ministrations, before she sucked on your sensitive flesh, all the while drinking in the little moans and whimpers that left your lips. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful!” She muttered as she climbed up your body, one of her hands slowly wrapping around your throat as she settled above you. “You’re just perfect.” She practically growled against you, putting the slightest pressure on your windpipe and watching you fight the urge to squirm in her hold. “Oh, and so responsive. Is that all it takes, baby? I wonder what you’ll do when I leave you truly breathless.” She mused, squeezing a little harder, but still allowing you to breathe. To your shame, your body responded before you could, your legs trying to close on their own, so you’d feel some relief from the arousal that was starting to build within you, only to be stopped by invisible bonds, the red tendrils of her magic wrapping around you and holding you in place. Your thighs, your ankles, your wrists, all tied up and spread wide, leaving you open to her hungry gaze. “Oh, no, baby… Mommy’s been waiting for you all afternoon with no relief… Trust me when I say, you won’t be getting any either. Not unless I decide you’ve earned it.” She promised with a sultry tone, leaning down to kiss you, her title making a shaver pass through your body. You loved it when she would refer to herself like that. Her lips stole the last of your breath and her hand easily tightened around your throat as she devoured you, watching your eyes glaze over and start to tear up at the strange sensation. Your brain screamed for you to fight back, to push her away, to reclaim your breath again, but you didn’t, forcing yourself to remain still in her hold and let her do as she pleased… As you begged… Because you have. In your story you had asked for this and now that you were getting it, it was making arousal pool between your thighs and drip onto the sheets. And just when you thought that you couldn’t take anymore, she let you go. “Breathe, baby. You’re ok. My pretty girl is ok, isn’t she?” “Yes, Mommy, I’m ok.” You rasped, trying to take in steady breaths and Wanda’s smile widened. “Good. Such a good girl.” She praised softly as she removed a strand of hair from your face. “God, you’re so pretty!” She mused as she looked down at you with hungry eyes. “I can’t wait to ravage this gorgeous body of yours. I’m going to ruin you.” She promised, her eyes glowing a faint red at the words. “You want that, don’t you?” She received a happy nod from you, too shy to speak up and it brought to memory a flashback of your story, giving her a wicked idea. “Open up for me.” She demanded, running her thumb over your lips and wasting no time in slipping it inside your mouth. She kept the pressure light and gentle, allowing you to tease her with your tongue, pulling her in as far as her finger could go. Your eyelids fluttered closed at the action and Wanda allowed herself to enjoy the moment with you a bit longer, her pussy throbbing with need at the feeling of your skilled mouth. God, she loved your mouth and she was craving you so badly that this simple action was driving her wild. “Time to let go, baby girl.” She whispered softly, pulling out her digit from your mouth and smiling gently at you when you whined at the absence you now felt. “I have something else for you.” She whispered, like she has a secret to tell you. “Something I wanted to try for a while now.” She added, speaking mostly to herself. “Something I think you’ll like very much.” Wanda stood from the bed, hurrying to get rid of her clothes, before sauntering her way to the drawer full of toys. It was her special collection, toys she used far more sporadically, some of which you hadn’t even been curious enough to see yet. Something you now regretted, because if you had, perhaps you’d feel far more inclined to tell her your fantasies. When she found what she was looking for, smiling fondly, she turned to you, purposefully keeping the object behind her back, so you wouldn’t see it as she walked towards you. “You know you have such a pretty mouth.” She mused, getting closer. “And it’s always so eager to take anything I offer.” She added with a sultry tone. “You just love to eat my pussy, don’t you? Love to have my fingers or my cock in there… Well, I have something else I want to put in there.” She said with delight, climbing on the bed and on top of you in one smooth motion, before she showed you the toy she had retrieved, almost making you gasp when you saw it. When she first started walking towards you, the glimpses of leather straps helped you guess that she’d end up gagging you and you were more than happy to let her. You’ve wanted to try for such a long time. What you didn’t expect however was the fact that she would pull out a lockable dildo shaped gag. The silicone toy was smooth and unlike other versions you had seen, this one had no attachment at the back. She was going to stuff your mouth full simply for her amusement and the sight of it made you gasp, despite the fact that it was actually quite small and clearly designed to be used comfortably and you shifted under her as a fresh wave of desire washed through you. “Oh, I knew you’d love it.” She admired you with pride in her eyes. “Let’s put that where it belongs, shall we baby?” She offered, taking the leather straps in her hold and waiting for you to open your mouth, so she could adjust the toy and lock it around your neck. “There. That’s perfect. And if you need to tell Mommy something, just think about it, ok? I’ll hear you.” She reassured you softly, wanting you to know that you were safe in her hands. You could feel the small object fit snugly in your mouth, feeling nice and heavy against your tongue, without causing any discomfort for you, letting you relax almost instantly. You could run your tongue under it freely, which proved far more arousing than you ever suspected and you repeated the action, while Wanda watched you from above. “How does that feel, honey?” She asked a little cockily, adjusting your hair gently and helping you settle against the pillows. “Good?” She asked with so much fake pity in her voice it was melting you. “Well don’t have too much fun with it. Mommy will have something bigger for you in just a while.” She promised teasingly. “But for now, I just want to play with your pretty pussy. I bet it’s all soaked by now.” To confirm her words, she sneaked a hand between your bodies, her fingers finding your wet folds instantly. And your poor pussy was so slick, so desperate for her already, she almost gave in to her desire to just slip in. You were clearly ready for it. But she only teased your clit with the tip of a single finger, loving the way your hips canted up to meet her touch. “Oh, look at that! You’re dripping, baby.” She exclaimed, feigning surprise. “Well, let me take care of that for you.” She suggested with a happy smile, quickly moving to lie between your legs, so she can see the mess you made, feeling pride swell in her chest at the knowledge that she was the one who did this to you. “I have just one little rule for you tonight. You can handle that, right baby? One thing?” She asked, watching you nod enthusiastically above her, your eyes meeting hers expectantly. “No cumming.” She said firmly, watching your eyes go wide in shock and fear. “Not without Mommy’s permission.”  She added smugly and a little more lightly, but waited for you to show her you understand, before her attention returned to your needy pussy. Despite your obvious arousal and desperation, Wanda was more than happy to take her time, licking slow stripes over your wet pussy, cleaning you of your arousal in gentle strokes and making you grow even more impatient for her touch, but eventually, she gave in. Her skilled mouth and tongue working you up, drawing circles around your clit that drove you crazy, dipping inside your opening with slow precision, teasing you into releasing muffled moans around the gag. “You’re such a good girl.” Wanda praised, detaching herself from you just long enough to speak. “Do you want Mommy’s fingers inside you too, honey?” She asked sweetly, already knowing the answer. You wanted everything. She entered you slowly, just as soon as you had given her a happy nod, your thoughts a litany of “Yes, please, yes, need you inside.”, making a proud smile appear on her face. You were so tight, your walls pulsing around her fingers and begging her to just fuck you already. And Wanda could never refuse such an invitation. The combination of her tongue and fingers was divine, the delicious stretch pushing you even closer to the edge. You were going to fall apart soon and she knew it. Your thoughts were getting scrambled and distant and your muscles tightened in expectation of that blissful moment, your hips canting up and grinding against her face even more, helping her hit your perfect spot every time. God, it was right there, you just needed her to flick her tongue one more time… And then it was gone. Her mouth retracting and her fingers slowing down to an almost complete stop as she looked at you expectantly. The near-orgasm made your insides burn with need and you moaned pitifully around your gag, your cheeks hollowing out and your tongue running over it to soothe yourself as you waited for the edge to pass. “You’re disappointing Mommy, honey.” She said in a low voice. “I gave you one rule. Just one. And you were about to break it.” She said, tilting her head to the side and giving you a glare. “Let’s try that again… If you don’t want to get punished, you’ll remember to ask permission this time.” She stated with a little edge of a threat in her voice, before she lowered herself and wrapped her lips around your clit again. The second build up felt even better than the first. Your nerve-endings alight with sensations that felt even more intensified, now that you had been so close to your release. With how good it felt, you were so eager to please Wanda, to show her how good you can be, so she could grant you this pleasure. You would be her best girl, you vowed, your muscles tightening up again as you got closer. God, how could she be so good at this? She was driving you crazy and you were seconds away from letting go. “Please, Mommy I’m so close!” You spoke in your head, your thoughts loud and frantic as you squirmed under her, back arching as you could almost taste your orgasm. “Please, let me cum!” “Oh, I know.” Wanda said softly, a menacing smile spreading over her face as she pulled away at the last second. “But you don’t want to come. Isn’t it what it said in your cute little story? You don’t want me to let you come.” She reminded, her head tilting as she watched your body writhe with need. “Hold me there, just at the edge. Make me beg. And when I do, deny me again.” She quoted as her fingers stroked your clit softly. Each touch made your pussy twitch, but you didn’t dare to let out a single sound, didn’t dare protest. Wanda was right. It is what you had asked for, what you fantasized about when wrote that story. “Tell me, baby…” Her voice pulled you out of your thoughts. “Have you touched yourself to such thoughts?” She asked as she continued her soft ministrations. “Have you been lying in our bed, thinking of all the things you want me to do to you, touching what’s mine?” Her question pulled a soft whine from you, your voice caught in your throat, the toy behind the gag both soothing you and amplifying your need. You had. When she needed to be away, when the thought of her filled your mind with images so sinful and delicious, you let your hands roam and, in those moments, you allowed yourself to imagine the things you wanted, but could never find the courage to ask of her. Her expectant eyes never left yours, her hand defiantly retracting from your clit as she waited for your answer, even though she knew it already. And when you tried to form some kind of coherent thought, but no words would arrange in the right order, you settled for nodding, a shudder passing through you when you saw the twisted smile that formed on her lips. Satisfied with your response, at least for now, her fingers returned, two of them entering you slowly, while she used her thumb to stroke your clit. She aimed them perfectly and you knew instantly that she’d build another orgasm within you. You also knew she’ll never let you have it, but it didn’t matter. Closing your eyes, you let yourself enjoy the way she got you there, the wonderful feeling building and expanding, coursing though every part of you, until all you could feel was pleasure and you were on the edge once more. “Mommy…” You tried to warn her, but you didn’t have to. She already knew, her fingers retracting slowly and leaving you empty and desperate. Crawling over you, Wanda’s face twisted and she grabbed your neck. “Never touch what’s mine again.” She snarled at you, her eyes turning a faint red, before they returned to the darkened green you’d grown to love. “Do you understand?” She asked more firmly. You nodded again, your eyes attentive, but this time it wasn’t enough for Wanda. She needed to hear you. “I need you to speak to me, baby girl.” She explained, her hand slipping off your neck and moving behind you, so she could unclasp the straps that held the gag inside your mouth. “You have a way with words. That little story of yours had me dripping. Yet, you’re always so shy…” She mused, pulling the toy out of your mouth, studying you and letting your jaw rest after keeping it open for so long. “Don’t worry, baby. Mommy will teach you. But right now, I need you to understand that the pretty little pussy between your legs is mine. All the pleasure you want, anything your heart desires, I will give you gladly, honey.” She said, her passion and devotion for you shining clearly in her gaze. “But it’s mine to give. Mine to draw out of you. Mine to build, mine to ruin if I feel like it. You’re mine to kiss, to touch, to fuck, to edge… Mine to use and to pleasure. Is that clear?” She asked in a growl. “Yes, Mommy.” You rasped, swallowing the lump in your throat and trying to ignore the wave of arousal that passed through you. “Learned your lesson, huh?” She asked condescendingly. “Let’s find out.” She challenged, moving down your body and between your legs again. This time she was unforgiving, her fingers entering you swiftly and curling deliciously against your spot, while her tongue drove you wild with every stroke. She was going to ruin you and you were happy to oblige her, your moans falling freely from your lips this time. “Mommy, you feel so good.” You panted, your voice getting more high-pitched and pleading as you got closer. “Love it when you fuck me!” You exclaimed as she continued her ministrations. “Fuck, please don’t stop! Never stop!” You babbled happily, squirming in your restraints. You were close. So close. Your whole body shaking from the anticipation. “Mommy! Please, can I cum? Please! Please let me cum!” You begged as you reached your peak, ready to fall off of it. “Not just yet, sweetheart.” She rasped, pulling away from you as you writhed. You wanted to cum so badly. You needed it. And you tried to close your legs to add some pressure on your needy pussy, but her bonds held you tightly. She had retracted completely, letting you squirm and fight on the bed, as you fought the disappointment of yet another denied orgasm, while she grabbed a harness and attached a nicely sized dildo to it, her magic swirling around the toy and her fingers stroking it, until she could feel every small movement of her hand. “Mommy, please…” She heard you beg, your pleading voice capturing her attention and she immediately climbed on the bed again, positioning herself between your legs. As much as she enjoyed this whole game, she was getting too impatient, her own body screaming for attention and she knew she wouldn’t last a second longer, without sheathing herself inside your tight little pussy. “What’s the matter, baby girl? Can’t handle Mommy’s teasing?” She asked, her voice dripping with fake pity that just didn’t match her expression. “But you’re the one who asked for this… You wanted to get edged. Isn’t that right?” “I want you more.” You pleaded at her, hands pulling at the restraints that held you down. “You want me or you want to cum?” She asked sternly. “Because I think, that you’re just a needy little girl and all you want is to cum.” She accused, as she played with the slick between your legs, teasing your opening with a single finger. “I want you Mommy, please!” You begged once more and she smirked. “Is that right, honey?” She practically mocked. “Let’s see about that, shall we?” She suggested with a dark glint in her eyes. “Let’s play a little game, you and I.” She started off, holding her cock and starting to rub the head against your wet folds. “I’ll let you have my cock and I’ll fuck you nice and good, just the way you want. If Mommy cums first, you get to choose your reward. If you cum first… Well, then you were lying to Mommy. And you know I’ll have to punish you for that. I mean… What kind of Mommy would I be if I didn’t teach you to be better.” Before you could agree, before you could even utter a word, Wanda was already spreading you open, her cock pushing against your opening and entering you smoothly. “Ugh, you feel so good!” She grunted, barely holding back from slamming her hips into you. “Oh, if only you knew what you do to me, baby!” Wanda worked her strap inside you slowly, letting you take her inch by inch, until she had filled you up entirely, her hips stopping as she pressed herself against you, leaning down, so she could hover over you and gave you a moment to adjust to her, your little moans like music to her ears. “How does that feel, my darling, hm?” She asked softly, kissing the tip of your nose sweetly and watching you blink your eyes open for her. “So good.” You smiled, all cute and your cheeks pink. “You’re so deep inside me. Stretching me out so much. I love it.” You admitted, wishing you could wrap your arms around her. “Yeah? You want me to fuck you now, sweetness?” “Yes, please, Mommy, fuck me.” You pleaded. “I could never refuse you, baby girl.” Wanda admits, leaning down to kiss you softly, before her hips started to move. She pulled out of you slowly, before she pushed back inside, letting you get used to the feeling of her cock as she filled you up. It was heaven. You felt so good, so tight around her, so desperate for her already. You were perfect. And she wanted to ravage you. She picked up her pace gradually, holding herself up on her arms, so she could look at your pleasured face. With your eyes tightly shut and your lips slightly open, your pretty sounds spilling from them every time she hit that spot you loved, you were absolutely gorgeous. The most beautiful girl in the world and all hers. It was impossible for her to not get lost in you. The more she thrusted her hips, the more she knew that. Burying her face in your neck, leaving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses there, she let herself be overtaken by you. You smell, your taste, the softness of your skin, the wet sounds of your pussy taking her so well, your gorgeous body writhing for her and so responsive to everything she did. Pure heaven. As she moved lower, her head bending down to take one of your nipples into her mouth, she knew she wouldn’t last long. Knew she would cum inside you and fill you up with everything she had. But you were closer. Edged so much and half-way there before she even began, you didn’t stand a chance. You both knew it. As soon as she started to suck on your nipple, you were doomed. “Mommy! Please! Please, can I cum? I can’t stop it…” You cried, trying to warn her, to stop her, but she kept going. She fucked you through your orgasm with a smile, letting you ride it out as it overtook your senses and it was glorious. It felt like it went on and on as she kept thrusting inside you, her soft words of encouragement and praise barely heard. You felt like you were flying and weightless as the pleasurable waves coursed through you, until you couldn’t take anymore. Wanda gave you a few overstimulating thrusts, her own body feeling so close to release and she contemplated continuing on this course, punishing you with another orgasm, while she chased her own, but she decided against it. Pulling away from you was almost impossible and it took all her will, but she pulled out with a shaky hand and she stroked herself in an attempt to relieve the pressure that was building inside her. “On the floor and on your knees.” She demanded, a wave of her hand releasing you from her magical bonds and she watched you stare at her with big, confused eyes for a moment, before you realized what had happened and scurried to obey her. “I couldn’t stop it, Mommy…” You tried to plead your case, but she shushed you quickly, getting up and standing tall above you with her cock in her hands. “No excuses baby.” She silenced you quickly. “Didn’t I tell you there’d be consequences? And you still came before me… Not to mention without my permission.” She stated while she stroked herself suggestively. “Now it’s time to punish you. Open up for me.” She demanded. For a moment, while she stood above you, stroking her cock, still covered with your juices, you wandered what made her think this would be a punishment. You loved having her in your mouth. Her cock, or her pussy, it didn’t matter. You enjoyed it equally and you happily opened your mouth in anticipation, your tongue sticking out while you looked up at her. Looking down, Wanda remembered a passage of your story, a line that captured her from the first moment she read it. “Use me. What am I if not yours? Your plaything, your toy, forever craving you.” God, it was beautiful. “Oh, I love you on your knees. You’re so pretty, sweetheart.” She praised softly, reaching down, cupping your face and her thumb stroking your cheekbone, before she moved it lower, sticking it in your mouth and admiring the way you sucked it. Even more aroused, she didn’t take long to pull it out, replacing it with her cock instead and throwing her head back in pure bliss. “You’re such a good little toy. So good with your mouth.” She gasped as you took her deeper, working half her length in your mouth, before it reached the back of your throat. You tried to use your hand to stroke the rest of her shaft with your hand, wanting to please her as much as you could, but she pushed it away unceremoniously, giving you a warning look. “No, no, dear, no hands. Mommy wants your mouth right now.” She demanded, taking the strands of your hair that had fallen around your face and gathering them in the back of your neck, making a ponytail and using it to guide you. “And look at me when you suck my cock. I want to look in those pretty eyes. I want to see the tears gather there as you struggle to take all of me.” You tried to oblige her, opening up as much as you could and working her length, each time taking a little more. Your eyes stung with tears, just as she had said, your throat constricting and making you gag every time she went deeper, but you couldn’t deny how hot it was, or how much it turned you on to be used like this, your legs squeezing together. “Oh, don’t you dare!” Wanda snarled, taking the strap away from you and bending down, until she was eye level with you. “You keep those legs open.’’ She ordered, satisfied that you scurried to do as you’re told. “I don’t care how much that pussy drips. Let it.” She practically spat, before she rose to her full height again and guided her cock to your mouth. You took it in without protest, your hands clasping behind your back, without being told, all the while Wanda guided you into sucking her off. And she was close. She had been close for a while now and she knew she’ll need just a little bit more, before she would tumble off the edge.   “All the way down, baby, you can do it.” She spoke through laboured breaths, putting pressure on the back of your neck. She knew you were trying to do the same, take all of her down your throat and her chest swelled with pride as she helped you, her hips thrusting against you erratically as she chased her high. In a few more thrusts she’d be there, she knew it, her control slipping from her grasp as she reached her edge, her hand holding the back of your neck tightly as she pressed herself against you one last time, before she pulled out completely. Her right hand held you by the hair, keeping you in place, while her left stroked her cock. You opened your mouth, ready to catch every drop of her delicious cum, but she held you tightly by the hair, preventing you from moving, while she shot her load on your chest instead, paining your breasts in streaks of white as she rode out her orgasm, her moans filling the room, along with your soft whines of disappointment. When she calmed down and finally released you from her grasp, she looked down at you, still on your knees, looking up at her with your big, pleading eyes as you contemplated being left without her treat and she couldn’t help but admire you. A sentiment that was short-lived, as you once again gave her a begging look. “Oh, did you think I’ll let you have my cum?” She asked with sweetness that didn’t match her devilish smirk. “It was a punishment after all.” She reminded. You only pouted in response, knowing better than to say something that will only get you in more trouble and she smiled, stepping closer to you once again and taking hold of her strap. She made you open your mouth, sticking out your tongue, just as you were told and she let the tip of her cock-head glide over your tongue, leaving a single drop there. “There you go. That’s all the cum you get to taste tonight.” She smirked, watching you swallow it like a good girl and fixing her with your eyes again. “But… Mommy, please!” You begged so earnestly, so eager to have her it was making Wanda melt, despite the fact that she didn’t like to admit that you could so easily disarm her. She looked down at you, still on your knees, her eyes zeroing in on your pussy - dripping and on display, your legs still spread wide, just as she instructed, despite your obvious need for much more than you had received and she couldn’t help but soften a little. “Hm…” She pretended to think about it, a plan already forming in her mind. “Please, Mommy, I’ll be so good!” You pleaded again, your big eyes imploring her. Fuck, you were so hot like that! She could feel herself get worked up again, getting wet again, just from watching you. “Well… Maybe there is a way for you to earn a reward…” She suggested, starting to get the harness off of her and dropping it next to you on the floor. “Come here, honey.” She sat at the edge of the bed and beckoned you closer. “Do a good job and make Mommy cum and maybe I’ll let you lick me clean.” She told you with a wicked smirk. “Maybe, if I’m satisfied, I’ll even let you have an orgasm of your own…” Before you could say anything, she had pulled your hand towards her dripping opening, guiding you to enter her. She moaned, her eyes closing in delight at the feeling and allowing herself to get lost in it. As you moved in and out of her, her pulsing walls sending a fresh wave of arousal through you and your mouth already watering at the prospect of tasting her, you knew that forgetting your notebook was the best thing that ever happened to you.   ____________________________________________________ As always, I’d love to know what you guys think. If you liked this story and you want more, you can find the second part of this fic here: I love taming you, or visit the Masterlist with all my works. Happy reading!  

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[quickiesgirl]

Hi! Love ur writing! Can u maybe write about R catching wanda humping her pillow? And like touching herself and they end up fucking and maybe R is obsessed with her boobs, chest against chest or sucking on them? And some scissoring? Only if ur comfy with it! And dom nat!

I asked that already a couple months back! Changed it to wanda now <3

Hi, anon! I remember and I'm so glad you re-sent me this! I hope you enjoy it, as you can see I was in a very... tit-sucking mood? <3

Shades of Scarlet - Wanda Maximoff

Paring: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Sub/Dom, Masturbation, Vaginal Fingering, Lesbian Sex, Scissoring.

You stepped through the front door of your apartment, and Wanda’s soft scent entered your nose, a mix of vanilla and honey, something you could never get tired of. A warmth spread through your body, happy to be home with your wonderful girlfriend.

You were finally starting your lives together without the whole Avengers lifestyle and moved out of the crowded compound into an apartment in downtown New York, just the two of you.

It was within walking distance from your new place of employment, and Wanda got to live out her dreams of being your little superpowered housewife.

Today was extra special because you had gotten off work early and decided to surprise her. You figured she’d be home, probably unpacking boxes while watching true crime documentaries, though when you walked into the living room, you were surprised not to find her there.

You quickly slipped your shoes off and set your bag aside, looking towards the bedroom door, hearing the bed frame creaking as little pleased moans escaped the room.

You knew those pretty sounds all too well. Wanda was touching herself, and the poor thing didn’t even know you were home.

You slowly crept into the room and gawked at the sight of your girlfriend seated on top of the mattress, thighs spread around a pillow while she humped it beneath her, becoming closer and closer to her desperately desired orgasm.

You leaned against the door frame and began undoing your work blazer, your lips curling into a grin, watching your girlfriend with her wavy, red hair that hung across her bouncing breasts, hands clasped tightly onto the pillow below, and her pale hips grinding back and forth.

Wanda’s fingers retracted back between her pussy lips, spreading them apart and massaging her pink swollen clit swiftly as she pushed her aching cunt deeper into the pillow, causing her back to arch and a hushed whimper to escape her mouth, “mhmm da! Trakhni moyu kisku, detka~”

You smirked, understanding those words clearly, and you weren't going to leave her waiting.

“Sweetheart?..”

Wanda’s heart dropped to her stomach, gasping while her eyes darted in your direction only to find you standing there with your arms crossed over your chest and a mischievous smirk spread across your face.

“Y/n?”

You watched her turn a bright shade of scarlet, and within seconds, the first article of clothing on the bed, which was her favorite robe, was used to cover up her nude body, acting as if you haven’t seen it a million times before. “Y-your home early.”

“Yeah, I thought I’d surprise you, but it seems you’ve surprised me even more.” You responded, proceeding to take a step into the bedroom and set your folded blazer aside on top of the wooden dresser, directly next to the marked globe.

“Were you… masturbating?” You badly wanted to hear her admit it, and she knew that it only made her more flustered and aroused.

“M-maybe. I was missing you a lot, and you weren't here to give me attention.” She spoke sheepishly.

“I can tell... You're even humping my pillow.” You pointed out, recognizing the blue-striped pillow between her thighs, making her blush even harder while she let out a string of embarrassing chuckles and buried her face in fabric-filled hands.

This was the first time you'd seen her so vulnerable and embarrassed. It was pretty adorable.

“Sweetheart, you know there's nothing to be embarrassed about, right? I masturbate all the time!”

You crawled onto the bed slowly and took a seat in front of her, noticing the way her thighs subtly clenched around the pillow that was still underneath her pussy.

“Why do you think I keep that naked polaroid of you in my wallet? Handy in case of.. emergencies.”

Wanda softly giggled at your comment and gazed up into your eyes with a smile. “I know, just wasn’t expecting to get caught.”

You slowly moved your hand up her black painted nails, and up her fingers, towards the palm of her hand, where you traced her skin lightly as your other hand ran up her warm, plushly thighs, causing her pussy pulsating, and her hips shudder from your touch that was like a drug for her.

You bit the bottom of your lip, eye the way the silky, see-through fabric outlined her beautiful tits and revealed her erect nipples that were practically begging to be sucked on.

“I think it’s cute that I caught you getting off.”

“Y-you do? Really?”

“You could get inside my mind and see how much I like it… Or I could fuck you right here and show you myself.” You murmured, suddenly swiping the pillow from beneath her cunt and pulling her ass into your lap. She squealed with excitement, loving it when you got handsy with her body.

Her arms wrapped around the back of your neck, using her powers to make you watch as the red energy teasingly slid down the white fabric from over her naked chest, revealing her gorgeous breasts that made your core flutter.

“S-suck on them, please?” Wanda begged, shifting her pussy in your lap as she waved her tits in your face, making you completely smitten.

“I’d be more than happy too.” You smirked, leaning in slowly and connecting your warm lips around her stiff, rosy nipple, causing her to let out a passionate sigh.

Her head tossed back, following the way your tongue circled her areola, suckled lightly, and gave teasing tugs every few minutes while you listened to the wet noises and lustful moans fill the bedroom.

You detached and trailed kisses along the ridge of her breasts as your hands grazed along the sides of her waist, touching every single part of her body.

“Fuck, I love - these tits - of yours, ” You spoke between kisses, “So soft, - so perky, and - inviting.”

You‘d be lying if you didn't say you were probably soaking through your jeans at this point, ogling her tits and watching her hump your pillow was hot enough but helping her and sucking on these tits, was always pleasurable.

“I think the other one deserves some attention, don’t you think?” You questioned, looking up at Wanda, watching her nibble on her bottom lip and nod her head desperately, craving your mouth back on her body, kissing her everywhere.

You blew on her nipple and watched the way your girlfriend squirmed in your lap. She was the fucking cutest when you teased her, every simple touch driving her over the edge.

You bit lightly upon her bosom and looked up, noticing the way she was holding back her needy moans as an instinct from living at the Avenger’s unit for so long.

“Baby girl, we’re not in the compound anymore. I wanna hear those pretty noises. I wanna hear how good I’m making you feel.”

The minute you gave permission, she became a loud, needy, moaning mess of pleasure, making you smirk and happily hum around her nipple, turning her on even more as she pushed her breasts deeper into your mouth.

You held the middle of her back and laid her against the mattress till you were hovering over her naked body, licking your middle and ring finger before sliding them down her body.

You ran your fingers through her lips and slipped two digits inside her dripping cunt, eagerly curling, working in and out as her walls clenched tightly around you.

“aah, f-feels so fucking good!” Wanda moaned, uncontrollably grinding her hips up into your hand and burying her hot, swollen clit into your palm. Your lips detached with a wet pop, exposing her nipple to the cold air.

“As much as I could kiss these tits all day, I wanna fuck this little cunt of yours.” You murmured, reaching for the end of your shirt and quickly pulling it over your head while Wanda’s red energy, rolling off her fingers, undid the buttons of your jeans.

You glanced down and pushed your pants and panties down, noticing the wet stain across your pants, “Aww, you made such a mess all over my jeans.”

“I can’t help that you made me extra wet.”

After undressing, you ogled her sweet pussy as you slowly dragged your fingers across her neglected clit that contracted from your touch. Her thighs pressed into your sides as you moved closer and straddled her ass, thrusting your pussy against hers. “Hmh~”

You watched from above with a smirk before wrapping your arms around her tightly and rolling her over on top of you. She looked down at you with those confused puppy eyes and a little pout.

“You wanted to hump my pillow, so hump my pussy instead, pretty girl.”

“B-but, I’ve never-”

“It’s okay, baby.” You spoke before she could finish her sentence, knowing that it was the first time she’s ever topped while scissoring. “I’ll walk you through it, okay?”

Wanda nodded softly and listened to your instructions very carefully.

“Alright, hook your right leg over mine - That’s it. Now, bury that pretty little pussy into mine and fuck me like you would your pillow.”

Wanda held your waist and began rocking her hips back and forth, starting slow, griding your vulvas together and massaging your clits, sending waves of sensitive pleasure throughout both of your bodies. Her arousal dripped down your slit like hot wax, mixing into your wetness. One of the hottest sensations you’ve ever experienced.

“That’s it, princess, fuck my pussy~” You praised, dragging your fingers tips along the sides of her hips, enjoying the sight from below and listening to all the filthy noises that echoed through your apartment, a freedom you’d never get to experience if you still lived at the compound.

You could feel your girlfriend throbbing as she let out little shaken breaths, all her nerves were on fire, and her thighs couldn’t stop quivering from how good it felt. You couldn’t help but share that exact feeling. For being such a pillow princess, she sure knew how to fuck your cunt perfectly.

It was adorable how focused she was, chasing her climax that became closer and closer by the second, and all it took was a lustful action of reaching your hands back to squeeze her ass cheeks and rock her hips deeper while moving your pelvis to send her over the edge into an orgasmic abyss.

Wanda’s lashes slowly fluttered open, looking into your eyes with a foggy head with euphoria. She sunk into your comforting arms and snuggled into your chest as you wrapped your arms around her waist and pulled her into a little kiss, getting a taste of her cherry chapstick before she pulled away.

“D-did you get to come?” She questioned, her warm breath gently fanning your lips as she gazed down at you.

“No, but it’s okay, baby. I wanted you too.”

Wanda nodded and nuzzled her face into your inner neck, leaving a trail of thankful kisses as you smiled widely. “How ‘bout we take a shower, clean each other off, then get dirty all over again?”

“Neposlushnaya mamochka!” She teased between a mischievous giggle before pulling your back into another kiss.

“mhmm da! Trakhni moyu kisku, detka!”: mhmm yes! Fuck my pussy, baby! / “Neposlushnaya mamochka”: Naughty mommy (Please note if any of my translation is off)

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[widowbitessting]

Sugar Mommies Season 2, Part 4

Welcome back to my little corner of the internet! Get blankets, something warm to drink and enjoy the next chapter of this universe <3

Lots of love,

Livvy xox

Trigger Warnings: There's a negative word for lesbians mentioned, as well as the brief appearance of this seasons antagonists. I will do a trigger warning for every time they make an appearance, I want to keep you all safe. If you want to read after seeing this trigger warning, please do not send me hate afterwards. I have warned you. If anything triggers you, please do not read.

“Natty? Hi!”

You can hear her smiling through the phone as you giddily jump up and down on the spot. 

You don’t care if people are looking at you. 

The fact that you’re actually speaking to Natasha, after what feels like the longest period of your life, is enough to fill your brain with serotonin to last you weeks.

“Hi, baby.” She chuckles. “Excited to hear from me, are you?”

God, you missed her voice. 

You miss everything about her.

So freaking much.

“Very excited, I missed you!” You can’t stop smiling. Grinning even. “Where’s Wanda? Is she okay?”

“Clearly you haven’t missed me that much if you’re already asking for Wanda, kitten.” 

Your smile falters.

“No! Wait!” 

But Natasha laughs and the worry of upsetting her all but evaporates.

Carol watches you, grinning.

Only stopping to cast a defensive glare at a teen who watches you with a disgusted look. 

Subtly turning you so you don’t register the teen. 

You’re telling a story about face planting a door to even notice Carol moving you. 

Your mood is far too innocent to deal with any obnoxious people. 

When Carol is happy you’re still fully consumed by your conversation with Natasha, as well as distracted by the sugary goodness on the counters display, Carol returns her attention to the teen and raises an eyebrow, glaring at him.

When he clocks her stare, the boy’s glare falls from his face but he doesn’t back down. 

“Is there a problem?” Carol asks in a low, warning tone.

The boy doesn’t reply. 

He takes his drink and pastry and walks past, muttering the word, “Dykes.” under his breath so Carol specifically hears it.

She’s just so happy Natasha has you under her spell.

And oh, how Carol wishes she responded. 

Cause a scene over this teen roach who wants to try and hurt you. 

Hurt what’s hers. 

Theirs. 

Their baby girl.

It seems that karma wants this kid almost as badly as Carol does because the second he opens the door; three seagulls go for him.

White blurs tackle him, snatching bits of his pastry, leaving it reduced to nothing but soggy crumbs in his hand within seconds. 

He lets out a startled scream.

In his haste to scramble away with what dignity he has, the boy ends up tipping his coffee all over his white shirt. 

As well as almost losing one of his trainers in the process. 

Carol watches, a smug smile firm on her face as the teenager bats away the seagulls with what remains of his pastry.

The rest of the coffee shop customers are watching too, enjoying the free show.

When the kid lets out a long stream of swear words, it catches your attention and you glance outside too; just in time to see the kid throwing his empty coffee cup to the ground in anger. 

You glance at Carol.

“What did I miss?”

“Nothing, baby girl.” She kisses your temple. “Keep on talking with Natty.”

You shrug and go back to looking at the delicious treats. 

Carol’s hand once again finds your own as the boy contemplates coming back into the store. 

But he catches Carol’s gaze - as well as most of the others in the store - and rethinks his options. 

Instead, he swaggers off, trying to keep what little of his pride he had left. 

Which in Carol’s eyes isn’t a lot. 

When she turns her attention back to you, your nose is all but pressed up against the glass counter. 

“Easy there, baby girl. You’re gonna go through the glass if you’re not careful.” 

Carol can’t help the small grimace as you pull back, a nose print staining the glass. 

Groaning about germs as you shoot her a sheepish look. 

“Tell Carol we say hi, baby?” Natasha asks you.

“I will, after I get to speak with Wanda.”

“Oh? Was that an order, little girl?” The red head replies.

“I - no.” 

“Pass the phone to Carol like a good little girl and we’ll forget this happened, understood?”

“Yes, daddy.”

You hand the phone quickly and get a brief head scratch from Carol in return.

“Stop scaring the small one, baby.” Carol says with a smirk into the phone. “Oh? Is that so?”

Carol’s playful demeanour changes so suddenly it has you nervously biting at your thumb.

“Leave it with me. You’re not staying there for another two weeks.” 

“Two weeks?” You can’t stop the pout from forming.

Carol yanks you to her side and cuddles you close.

“No, baby. They’ll be home in two days like we promised. No later.”

Natasha continues the conversation and Carol listens. 

Sensing your worry, she asks Natasha to pause before speaking to you.

“Go and order our drinks, kitten. Order the sweetest thing that you had your eye on and then find us a table, okay? Everything is fine.” 

“Do you want an americano or a latte?” You ask a little glumly.

Carol leans down to peck your lips.

“Americano, please, baby. With warm milk.” 

You nod, and reluctantly do as you’re told, letting go of Carol’s hand to walk to the till to make your orders. 

Only, as you’re about to open your mouth to greet the lady, Carol shouts your name.

“I’ll call Nat back on my cell. You got a message too, baby.” 

She chucks you your phone and you manage to catch it straight to your chest. 

You wince. 

You don’t even check who it is, instead opting to pocket it so you can order your drinks and treat instead. 

The need for sugar is too high.

They’re going to be gone for two more weeks? How is that even fair?

And what if Carol has to go back?

You’ll be alone once again; being an awkward third wheel to MJ and Peter…eating crappy take out while they are all cuddled up on the couch under the same blanket…

“...hon? That’ll be $13 total.”

“Oh! Sorry.” 

The cashier smiles.

“How will you be paying today?”

“Card, please.” 

Of course when you go to pay, Carol just appears with her own card, and taps it against the machine before you can blink.

“My treat, baby.” She kisses your cheek, smiling when you blush slightly. “I’ll bring the drinks over.”

“Okay,” You lean up so you can kiss her cheek. “I’m waiting for my cookie though. Don’t want you taking a sneaky bite.”

“You don’t want me to take a sneaky bite of your cookie?”

You can hear Natasha’s belly laugh from Carol’s cell and fight back the blush when the server comes back with your treat. 

You just know she heard Carol’s remark with the way she refuses to make eye contact with you. 

“One chocolate chip cookie. Your drinks will be a couple minutes.” 

You go to take your treat from her but somehow, despite being quick, Carol manages to get it before you.

She takes a large bite from your cookie before handing it over to you.  

“Yummy.” Carol says, crumbs falling from her lips. “Good choice, kitten.”

“My cookie…”

You’re pouting and you fully know it. 

“I’ll take another bite if you don’t stop pouting. Go and find us a table.” 

You glance at your cookie and sigh. 

“Fine.”

You turn and jump, a squeak escaping your lips when Carol smacks your ass. 

“Less attitude too, please.”

“Sorry, Carol.”

You set off to find a table and the thought hits you. 

You don’t have a middle ground nickname. For any of them. 

Sure you have their dom titles; but in this case, calling Carol ‘Captain’ just doesn’t work.

You make the mental note to ask Carol this when she joins you. 

You flop onto the sofa seat and sigh, nibbling on part of the cookie that Carol left you. 

“Stupid, big mouth, dom.” 

Your phone buzzes again. 

“If this is you MJ, wanting a hot chocolate, I swear to God.”

But it isn’t MJ. 

No. 

Your body freezes.

It’s your bimonthly texts from your parents.

Coming in with a slam dunk to ruin your mood.

You can’t even bring yourself to open the messages; knowing they’ll be waiting to check for the ‘Read’ icon. 

A request of hers. 

So you opt for blissful ignorance instead. 

Lying your phone screen down on the table, you nibble your cookie and watch Carol talk on the phone. 

You can tell she’s stressed. 

She wants Natasha and Wanda home just as much as you do.

When your phone buzzes again, you shove it roughly back into your pocket; mood officially sour.

The messages will be waiting when you get home.

They will still be waiting. 

You refuse to let them ruin this. 

Ruin the good in your life. 

No. 

You want to live in this bubble with your darling Trio a little while longer. 

Before they come into it and destroy everything. 

Is it too much to ask?

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[oneshotnewbie]

Please, a oneshot where Reader is Wanda's and Natasha's daughter. They aren't really in the oneshot but rather just the reader showing their bullies in school how strong she is with the powers of the Scarlett Witch?

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You hurriedly walked down the school hall towards the exit, into the freedom of the weekend, which did not give your bullies a chance to attack you repeatedly when some voices rang out behind you, briefly jerking you against the adjacent lockers soon after. "Let me go, do not touch me!"

"Do not touch you? Who do you think you are?" spoke Tracy with a wicked grin while her eyes glittered darkly. She was your classmate, who used to be your best friend but had developed an absolute hatred for you since she found out that you were the daughter of a lesbian couple.

You were her absolute favorite victim and had to endure the worst insults, angry shoving and wild humiliation. Until it escalated and she lashed out in the heat of the moment, making you scratch her face accidently in the process.

This took the bullying to a whole other level, but you were fed up and wanted to end it all.

"I am your worst nightmare," you replied and started to grin as you followed the hand on your shoulder to the brunettes face. Her gaze was still lingering on you, but she swallowed hard at your icy stare. "And now take your freshly made fingernails from me, otherwise you will break one"

With those words, you pushed her away from you. You were not afraid of your opponent, rather amused that she thought she was superior to you. After all, the brunette had no idea that one of your parents was the most deadly assassin and the other the strongest witch in the universe. "Now that we have settled that, I am leaving"

Barely a step away from her, she grabbed you by the collar of your blouse and used a great force to push you back against the lockers. "You are not running away from me," her cheeks had turned crimson with anger, her bright blue eyes darkened by the second and you could see the sparkle that had clearly intensified with frustration.

Your eyes turned red with a haze as a grin crossed your lips. She swallowed hard before pressing her fists further against your collarbones- Tracy had to admit, that you did not looked completely harmless and that she felt a keen fear. Still, she could not back down now and embarrass herself in front of her clique.

"A family consists of a father and a mother, not two mothers and a child that clearly are not biologically theirs," she spat out, gritting her teeth as if she had to fight back every further word by force. Tracy was irritated by your calm acceptance of her attack, not understanding why you did not fight back with all your might.

By now you two were being watched by absolutely every pair of eyes in the room, but she did not seem to care at all. The brunette, slightly taller girl in front of you was not afraid to show off her dark side.

What she did not know was that you had also a dark side to you as well that she could not do justice to. "Bend over so I can stick my foot up your ass," you just said dryly in a quiet, cold and derogatory voice that made her shudder in response.

As your eye color was slowly taken over by a red mist, your competitors eyes widened in horror, tempting to release her grip on your blouse in halting motions. Trembling fingers left the soft fabric on your skin

More space was gained between you and you took the chance to hold one of your hands in front of your body, playing with the red curse softly wrapping around your fingers. "How do you do that? It is not possible"

"My family may not consist of a father and a mother but by God," your voice was deep and dark, creating slight panic in your opponent. Your gaze rising slowly, you met her frightened stare squarely, which was deepened by your mischievous smile. "one of my mothers is the most powerful woman in the universe. Does the Avengers tell you something?"

Tracy swallowed hard, her breathing quickening noticeably. You could clearly see from her carotid artery how her heart was pounding to the limit. You narrowed your gaze at her in amusement while she only managed to nod in response. "Yeah? Good"

Cocking your head to the side, you took full control of her body with a quick snap of your fingers. The brunette briefly tried to free herself from your power, but any kind of fidgeting was lost in the red curse that was floating around her.

Leaning your back against the previous lockers, you started fiddling with little red balls of magic between your fingers, occassionally scanning the room with your eyes, and absorbing the fear of your classmates with delight.

Your powers fed on the mood that was hovering in the air, further amplifying it and lulling you into a trance of pure evil. Her long, dragging breaths fell through her open mouth and settled to a singular melody of pain in your ears.

"Let me go," she breathed abruptly, gasping as the red bonds weaved and squeezed her arms tighter against the sides of her body, not allowing her lungs to breath freely. Tearful and pleading, she pressed her lips into a thin line, trying to avoid your gaze by desperately trying to focus on anything in her vision but you.

But as a harsh and rusty giggle swept through the silenced room, she flinched and looked straight into your eyes in panic. By now you had come out of your relaxed stance and stepped closer to her, the tip of your nose only inches away from hers.

"Letting you go? Who do you think you are?" you hissed, now flipping the game from earlier with a evil wink. Tracy´s pupils were greatly dilated, taking on the color of her eyes completely. Her body´s own defenses posed to flee, but she could not stand a chance against your magic.

She messed with the wrong one.

"Kneel for me," you commanded but who did you tell that, less than two seconds later you had snapped your fingers once more and looked down with pure pleasure. Crouching at your feet was the otherwise tough girl who tought she stood a chance against you.

A soft groan of pain escaped her lip, the intoxicating feeling of power flowed through you and let your mood soar while your heart leaped in joy. "Much better".

Defending yourself for the first time, you showed the blood that flowed through your veins and now hopefully everyone knew that it was better not to mess with you. You were by no means a wallflower who would endure everything but would counteract with unfair means.

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One Piece Shipping War - Round 2 Side D

Propaganda under the cut.

Propaganda for Nami x Wanda:

They are extremely cute together! Rep for lesbian furries

Propaganda for Nami x Vivi:

Yes, Nami has a new girlfriend on every island, but her heart belongs to Vivi. Vivi in turn refuses to marry, because her heart belongs with a pirate ❤

THEY’RE LESBIANS! IN LOVE! another point: my friends who are watching OP for the first time came to me and asked “so Nami and Vivi… they’re gay right?” So it’s pretty apparent to even newcomers

I just think they’re neat! And in love. Nami gave up money for Vivi that’s True Love

Anyone who saw them can just tell they’re gay. Like Nami gave up money for her

They're one of the rare lesbian ships in op, they care for each other so much !!

Lesbians

Lesbians

They were so gay that Luffy offered to share food to cheer Nami up when they were separated.

i dare you to read Baroque Works through Alabasta without shipping them. the way Vivi and Nami are so affectionate with each other, and Vivi putting saving her nation on hold to get Nami healthy again ???

Lesbians

Let’s go lesbians!!!!! Ok but actually, I think Nami saw a lot of herself in Vivi (ha) especially when Igaram “died” and then throughout their journey together Nami really encouraged her to open up to the crew. Nami showed Vivi it was ok to ask for help just like Luffy showed her.

Vivi was Nami's gay awakening and you cant change my mind. Nami was in love with Vivi and Vivi def had some kind of feeling for Nami. They were so close and they were more then just 'gal pals'

Lesbian Pirate Supremacy! they clearly care a lot about each other and considering when nami meets vivi she is probably one of the first close female friends she gets to have.

#one piece #namivivi #navi #wanda one piece #op shipping war #tournament poll #round 2 #side D #Lesbians~! #lesbians vs furry lesbians

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cosmo wanda i wish every man who likes me on dating apps despite clearly having myself listed as a lesbian went to hell instantly

[hellgirlsapphic]

Highway

Relationship: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: Sex, obscenity, Swearing, vaginal sex, lesbian sex

Rating: +18

Word count: 5.8k

Summary: Natasha has just one goal, to get to the next adventure, but what if along the way she finds something more interesting?

N/A: Fanfic written by me in Portuguese Posted on Wattpad and translated into English.

Pov. Natasha

 I consider myself a free woman, without ties, without fear or baggage. Just living in the moment.

 I've never been one to anchor myself in one place, throwing myself into adventures, with my faithful companion, a black Harley-Davidson Iron with a lot of personality.

 Thinking about it, it is understood that I love the wind hitting my face and ruffling my hair. The sensation of practically flying along the highways.

 It was the end of summer and I was on another one of my trips, in the afternoon there was a nice breeze playing with the hair on the back of my neck below the helmet. I took a highway in the northeast of the country. I had already passed through New York and was in New Jersey and intended to arrive in Philadelphia today. I was going to meet some old friends from college.

 I had just entered a small town to get gas when I felt the bike lose speed.

 — No, no... please, no! – I murmured as soon as my friend choked until she stopped. - Crap! – I got out of the vehicle huffing loudly.

 Why did this have to happen at that end of the world?  I kicked the exhaust in great anger, this had happened a few weeks ago and I was sure the belt had broken again.

I took a deep breath to avoid making a mistake and looked around, it was a normal suburban street – where the shopping was limited to stores on one side and sidewalks on the other –, the kind you saw in old movies.  I took off my helmet, shaking my head so my hair came loose and fell to my waist.

 I walked to the sidewalk and entered a store called Stark Tecnologia, which was clearly the place that was most different from the other establishments.

- Good afternoon! – I greeted the man with a clean beard and playboy glasses.

 — Oh, hello! – He smiled at me, and I just left my mouth forming a thin line. Men are so predictable!

 I had already gotten used to people's longing looks, which weren't always welcome.

 - You are not from here! – He continued with a mischievous smile playing on his lips. – By the way, I'm Tony, I'm at your command. – He extended his hand, I took off my glove and took it firmly.

 —Natasha! And yes, I'm not from here, my bike broke down, I need to know where I can find somewhere to buy a new belt and continue my journey.

 — Ah, you've come to the right place, we have the best workshop on the market. – He explained as he left the store. – You won’t leave a kidney there and they won’t even charge you more because you’re a woman!

 When I realized it, I was already following the man to his truck.

 — Hey, Rodhes, Banner, let's help this cutie get to the Maximoff brothers. – He called the two boys who were talking outside a snack bar on the other sidewalk.  They immediately stood up smiling.

 I was instructed to stay on the street as it was work for “men”, while one of them removed a kind of ramp and put my motorcycle on the back, I rolled my eyes at that bunch of imbecile hillbillies.

 The guy Tony closed the back and came around the car opening the door for me. He dreamed that I would go into the cabin with him.

 — I'll be fine here. – I replied, jumping close to the motorcycle, the three idiots just laughed.

 — I just wanted you to be comfortable, princess. – He laughed, I just gave a strange smile, which could very well be mistaken for a grimace.

 Only the owner of the truck left the other two behind, I took out my cell phone to orient myself and discovered that the name of the town was Westview, New Jersey, with just 3,892 inhabitants.

 The drive was a bit long and only then did I start to worry about whether it was actually a good idea to get into a stranger's car. Suddenly he left the road and the truck skidded as we crossed the unpaved parking lot, forming a cloud of dust around us. I coughed and ran my hand over my face so I could see.

When we finally stopped and the land began to recede, I felt like I had just entered an abandoned outpost that was used as a captivity or something.  The place didn't look like much... a square building with a small store next door, old rock music playing in the open garage.

 Wait, this was the best repair shop around?

 Tony started honking his horn over and over, laughing.

 — Do you want to sell the horn, Stark? – A young man with platinum hair came out screaming from inside the store, while Tony got out of the car.

 Why are the people of this city so lively? I thought to myself, shaking my head and jumping to the ground, the sand and gravel crunching beneath my boots.

 — To what do I owe the honor? – The boy asked and finally his eyes landed on me. - Well well! Who is this princess who got lost in the Disney parks? – I rolled my eyes at your cheap line. He approached me, taking my hand and bringing it to his mouth.

 — This is Natália, she is having problems with her bike, so she brought it to the best.

 —Natasha! – I corrected emphatically. – I just want a belt for a Harley-Davidson Iron 883. I need to get back on the road today. – I explained, while the boys took the motorcycle out of the truck.

 - Oh! We have what you need, let's go in and I'll show you the brands. – He indicated the store.

 — Well... This is where we say goodbye dear, I need to get back to my business, you're in good hands now. –Tony said goodbye. – Anything you need, come to my store, I’ll be happy to see your pretty face again. – He winked and I smiled without showing my teeth.

 — I'll remember that, thank you! – I thanked him by waving and he left.

 I entered the store door when a bell rang above my head. And surprising me, the interior of the establishment was quite spacious, organized and clean. I inhaled the smell of leather mixed with car wax.

 — Here are the straps. – Pietro spread out some options on the counter. – Are you sure that’s all it is?  I opened my mouth to respond, but the doorbell indicating someone entering, along with a soft, soothing voice, seemed to caress the words.

 — Pietro, who left that beauty in our parking lot? – I turned my body and found the woman walking towards us.

Wait, was that Mechanics?

 She was nothing like I expected. Her brown hair was tied up in a very messy bun, with several loose strands, her green eyes were alive, and her face was perfect, without marks or blemishes. She was wearing baggy, worn jeans, a white tank top with a few grease stains all over it, and there was a small brooch with the name Wanda on it.

 She was a stunning woman.

 She approached us, drying her hands on some kind of tow.

 — This bike belongs to Miss Natasha, she has problems with her belt, Tony brought it from the city. – She frowned.

 — Did you diagnose this yourself? – She asked with surprise in her voice, arching her perfect eyebrow.

 — No, I already know what I'm looking for, that happened a few weeks ago. – The speech was directed at the boy, but I intervened.

 — I don't think that's the problem with your bike. – She murmured, adjusting the bun on top of her head. – Any mechanic knows this. The straps last a long time!

 — I'm not a mechanic, but I know my baby and I know what she needs. – I replied dryly, not liking her tone.

 — Ah, I thought it was since you're saying it with such certainty. – What was beautiful about that woman was irritating.

 — Look girl, I don't have time for this argument, so give me what I want and I'll leave. – Yes, I was upset.

 — Ok... – I didn’t like her cynical smile. – This is the best option, it costs a hundred dollars. – She held out one of the packages.

 I looked for my card in one of my jacket pockets and handed it to the man, who looked at our exchange with some amusement.

 Wanda leaned against the counter, her back to me. And I couldn't stop my eyes from falling on her.

 She must be in her late twenties, around 1m68cm... Slim and slender body, with subtle curves, well-defined waist in the t-shirt. Finally, my eyes rolled to her cloth sticking out of the back pocket of her jeans, covering her...

 - Lose? – Pietro's voice took me by surprise and I felt my heart start to pound with embarrassment because he had just caught me admiring the ass of the girl who turned to look at me. What the hell got into me? -His card. Was approved!  He handed me the object.

 - Oh, right. Sorry... I mean, thank you! – I fumbled with the words coming out in a rush.

The mechanic from the last service had taught me how to do it, but what was papaya and sugar for him was a confusing puzzle for me.

 — Are you sure you don't want help? – I heard and looked back, Wanda was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed and an eyebrow arched.

 I wouldn't give her that taste.

 - I am fine!

 I was almost giving up, when I finally managed to fit the piece into place, the smile I opened was capable of tearing my face apart. I pressed the pedal, turning the key in the ignition, but to my great surprise and disappointment, it wouldn't start.

 I kicked that piece of shit's tire many times in anger.

 - Hell, hell, hell. – I muttered, still hitting the tire.  I took a deep breath and turned around. I hated having to admit I was wrong, and even more so to an insolent bastard.

 — Well, I guess now you'll have to let the professional take a look, right? – Arg! I knew this was coming.

 — We're going to have to call Pietro to take her inside, she's heavy! – I grunted. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this.

 I opened my trunk, took out my backpack and threw it on my back.

 - Allow me. – He offered, passing me and pushing the treacherous vehicle with ease. Arrogant bastard. – She's not taking good care of you, isn't she, friend? – She whispered to my bike as if she were a small child.

 If I punched her in the face, would I be prosecuted?

 — You can wait with my brother inside, it won't take more than a few minutes. – She gave a small smile indicating with her head.

 I dragged my feet back to the establishment. The boy laughed openly, making me huff in anger.

 I sat in one of the chairs, looking outside. I stamped my foot impatiently.

 — My sister also likes women, you know? – Pietro broke the silence, approaching me.

 - What it is? – I practically shouted, still a little disoriented, but I shook my head quickly when he raised his eyebrow. – I don't know what you're talking about. Pfffr... – I made a funny noise.

 - Please? – She said ironically, rolling her eyes. – You looked at her as if she were an oasis in the desert.

 — I wasn't looking... – I laughed nervously, shaking my head as I ran my fingers through my hair.

— I didn't say looking, I was more familiar with her ass! – He laughed, while I just wanted to find a hole to get in. – I'll save her effort, she's 28 years old, single and a good catch. – I instantly turned purple.

 - It is not me...

 - Good. — I almost died of fright when Wanda's voice interrupted my sentence mid-sentence. – As I said, the problem was not the belt, obviously, but I think we will have to make some repairs, the spark plug is destroyed, as is the injection pump. I won't be able to deliver until tomorrow afternoon. – I gritted my teeth, closing my fists.

Today was definitely not my lucky day.

 OK, it wasn't the end of times, a little stop in my plans wasn't a big deal. But this was simply more damage.

 — Approximately how much will all this cost me? – I crossed my arms.

 — The candle isn't that much, but the pump is a big deal, and with labor everything will cost about four hundred dollars. – He spoke in a serious tone.

 I ran my hands over my face, I certainly had money, it was too much for just one day.

 — Can I return the belt? – She raised her eyebrow in disbelief.

 - Of course! – hope was the first to die.

 — So that's it... Is there somewhere at the end of the world where I can sleep and drink? – The defeat in my voice was evident.

 — I'll call an app car for you, in the meantime you can fill out the form with your details. – Pietro handed me a sheet.

 — And I'm going back to the workshop, tomorrow we'll call you to pick up your motorcycle. – I looked up in time to see her walking out the door, enjoying the subtle sway of her hips.

 — Still not looking? – Pietro brought me back to reality.

 — Oh, shut up! – He just laughed.

 — Your car will arrive in 5 minutes, it's a Lexus, it will take you to your accommodation, it's a cool place in the center, you can ask Sam the driver about the bars, he knows them all. – I wasn't surprised that he knew the driver from such a small town.

 - Thank you very much! – I left the store to wait for the car outside.  I felt a shiver run down my spine suddenly and I looked over my shoulder, finding Wanda standing in the garage door, her eyes fixed on...

 Was she looking at my ass?

When her gaze met mine she brought her hand to her head, rubbing it carelessly before returning inside the building, I smiled slightly upon receiving my answer.

 She's an arrogant being, Natasha, and you'll be out of town tomorrow afternoon. I remembered a car parked in front of me.

The inn was decent, at least there were no bed bugs or weird old place smells.

 I took advantage of the moment to tell my friends that there was no possibility of meeting them today.

 — Romanoff, are you sure you don’t want me to pick you up? – Rogers spoke on the other end of the line. – I can arrange a car to pick up your motorcycle, Sharon is looking forward to you arriving. She's already talked about it six hundred times. Daddy, when is Aunt Nat coming? – He imitated the thin, childish voice making me laugh.

 — There's no need to worry, I'll be there tomorrow night at the latest, you can tell her, I've already found someone to fix the bike, it wasn't what I wanted at the moment, but it's what we have. – I replied wearing my favorite red jacket over my black clothes. – Now I'm going to hang up, I have a date with tequilas and a pool table.

 — Are you going to beat the hillbillies, like in the old Romanoff days? – He accused, laughing.

 — I'm just going to combine the useful with the pleasant. - Sum up. – Tell Peggy I want her blackberry pie for dessert tomorrow.

 - I will say. – I ended the call by taking my bag, putting money, gum and cell phone outside the room.  The walk wasn't very long, the streets were deserted, even though it was early, Kennedy's Bar was the name of the place. A neon sign indicated the entrance with dark double doors.

The walk wasn't very long, the streets were deserted, even though it was early, Asgard's Bar was the name of the place. A neon sign indicated the entrance with dark double doors.

 The parking lot was large and not very crowded, there was a large counter where a small group of people were drinking and laughing. A half wall separated the area where six pool tables were located.

 I smiled going to the counter, sitting on one of the high stools.

 — See me two buttons – I asked, the bartender nodded, immediately balancing the two in front of me. - Health! – I extended the bottle to him and he smiled.

 I always drank my first beer in one gulp, so I always ordered two. I placed the empty bottle in front of me while the waiter stood with his mouth open. I just smiled and continued drinking.

 —Well, well, if it isn't Miss. Outsider. – Tony appeared there and sat next to me. I smiled and continued drinking. - Can I buy you a drink?

 - Feel free!

 — Thor, two more beers! – Our drinks arrived and we talked, he asked a lot of questions, I wondered if he worked in social services or if he was going to sign me up for something.

 — Do you like snooker? – He asked when he saw me looking at the men playing. He smiled victoriously.

 — Yes, how about a bet? – I gave him the idea and he seemed to like it a lot.

I laughed happily and had already beaten up several people, and gotten enough money to fix my bike and more. After a while Pietro also appeared there and had already lost two hundred dollars to me.

 — Come on, none of the rednecks are going to beat me? – I shouted, swinging the bat.

 — I'll play with you! – The somewhat husky and sexy voice said behind me, making my stupid heart flutter.

 I turned around and found Wanda with her eyes half closed, she was looking at me with a mix of mockery and perhaps anger? Her hair was loose and reached below her waist in a light brown color with some blonde highlights. She wore jeans with rips at the knees, a basic black t-shirt and sneakers. I think she was the only woman in the world who looked good like that, I would probably look like a beggar.

 — I don't want to play with you! – I said, leaning the stick against the wall.

 - Why? Are you afraid of losing? – She joked with her eyebrow arched and turning her head to the side. I snorted at his annoying manner.

 - I'm not afraid of anything! – I scored by taking the bat again. – But I'll warn you, I only gamble, and now that I've beaten all these idiots, the stakes are high.

 — Great, my best kind of game! – She continued with her unshakable expression, but now there was a small sadistic smile on her full lips. – If you win, I'll give you double what you won tonight.

 — Wanda, are you crazy? – I heard Pietro put his hand on his sister's shoulder.

 — Don't get involved Pi, you've already done a lot today! – She asked, freeing herself from his hand.

 — If you win what do you want? – She shrugged her shoulders.

 — If I win, we'll see!

 — My bike is not in the bargain! – I emphasized.

 — That didn't even cross my mind! – I smiled enormously when she extended her hand, which I gladly accepted. Her hand was soft and I felt something like a tingling running through the place where our skin touched. - Closed? – She was still holding my hand.

 Wanda's eyes were beautiful, there was something in them that mesmerized me and I couldn't look away from her.

— Rum, rum... – Pietro scratched his throat. Breaking hypnosis.

 - Closed! – I finally replied.

 — Do you plan to play today? – He intruded again. Only then did I realize that our hands were still together. I blushed violently and tried to separate us.

 After readjusting the balls on the table, I applied chalk to the tip of the cue, taking two or four deep breaths.

- You can start! – I murmured, Wanda seemed like a well of tranquility while my hands started to sweat.

 She leaned over the table taking the first shot, scattering the red balls. However, in the second, she was unable to pocket any. I smiled smugly.

 It was my turn, I looked around the green surface and began my movements. When I bottled the first one, I smiled big, feeling my body relax. And getting into the game head on. One after another I fit the balls, with the last shot I weakly hit the ball, which ended up not going in and I didn't reach my goal. but he scored 16 points. I walked away still smiling.

 Wanda at that moment walked around the table a few times, analyzing the possibilities.

 — Come on, woman, play quickly, I don't have all night. – I grumbled, and she just rolled her eyes and leaned over.  

Her pitch was perfect and she managed to pot three balls at once, my jaw dropped as she continued her streak. In the blink of an eye she managed to score 26 points.

 For the first time that night my confidence began to waver, we did a few practice rounds without hitting anything, until again my luck seemed to change and I sent a perfect straight, what I didn't count on was that the white ball would fall as a result.

 I huffed irritably, taking off my jacket to move better, I hung it on a nearby chair.

 The problem is that while I was doing this, Wanda potted Black, gaining seven more points, and hit a few more, finishing with 63 points.

My jaw dropped, I couldn't believe it. Obviously I had already lost in snooker, but not like this and with such a big difference.

 The people in the bar were ecstatic, applauding and whistling.

 — Girls, this was very wonderful to see, perhaps the sexiest thing. – Tony grabbed Wanda by the shoulders and kissed her hair, which she didn't like at all, as she pushed him away with an angry face.

 — Ain Stark, you're disgusting!

 —Wan, you were incredible! – Pietro commented, standing between us.

 - And congratulations! – I admitted, smiling weakly. - It was a good game!

- Thanks! – For a moment I could have sworn she was uncomfortable with the extra attention. Since she seemed shy.

 — Now you choose what you want to win, a deal is a deal! – She nodded.

 — I want you to return what you received from my brother.

 - Fair! – I put my hand in my pocket, handing the bills to the man.

 — As you said, the stakes are high, so I want too... – she rolled her eyes around the room and then gave a kind of crooked smile that left me a little breathless.

 Did I mention her smile was beautiful?

 - You want...? – I encouraged it.

 — I like your jacket! – He said, already taking it and putting it down.

 — NOT my jacket! - I screamed. – It has sentimental value. You can have more money if you want, I can even buy you one!

 Even if Wanda was great in the play, that was out of the question.

 — But that's exactly what I want, and as you said: a deal is a deal.

 I don't know if she was just doing it to annoy me or not, but she seemed to enjoy the situation.

 She paid no attention to my protests as she walked confidently to the bar.

 I sat in one of the chairs in a bad mood, ordered a beer, pouring it angrily, watching her pace back and forth with my jacket.  

She laughed and drank with her acquaintances.

 Suddenly, as she brought the drink bottle to her mouth, someone said something funny, making her spit out all the liquid on her clothes.

 My common sense had already disappeared with God and anger was already bubbling in my blood.

 She got up to go to the bathroom and I followed her angrily. She went into one of the cabins and since she couldn't do anything, I waited.

 When he left, he went straight to one of the sinks to wash his hands and dry the item with a paper towel.

 — You don't know how much I took care of that jacket, my father gave it to me! – I murmured, and she looked at me in the mirror with a cynical smile.

 — I don't mind, I liked her, she was very well dressed. – She was already irritating me.

 — Dude, what's your problem? You stand there, full of courage, thinking you are the queen of the world. – Her clear eyes narrowed and she turned to me.

 — My damn problem? – She approached pointing her finger and then poked my shoulder. I took a step back as it was hurting a lot, and that's when I noticed our small height difference. – My problem now is you , you arrive here in my city, cursing God and the world thinks you are... I only have one thing to tell you, you are not all that! – She was so close and touching me, my heart was already beating uncontrollably, it was almost shameful the way it was beating.

I moistened my lips and finally his attention turned to my mouth, which dried, I tried to swallow compulsively.

 My face was so close to hers and I wanted so much to end that small distance.

 Her mouth slowly approached mine, my eyes closed and my mouth hung open in anticipation, but to my great surprise, she didn't kiss me.

 She brushed my hair away from my neck and slowly placed her lips there. My body shuddered. Her lips moved slowly to my neck. I felt my breath stop, only then did I realize that I had stopped breathing.

 Breathe, Natasha, breathe, don't stop breathing.  I was trying to order myself.

  Her soft lips trailed down my neck, making me gasp, but I remained still, fighting myself not to respond to her. But with that she just walked away from me without saying anything else.

 She left me there practically a puddle of goo under my feet. Rapid breathing and racing heart. I heard the door slam and that brought reality home.

 What the fuck did she do to me?

 I huffed even more irritated, left the bathroom. That night she had already given it to me, so I paid the bill and headed towards the inn. What started very well ended in a way I never imagined.

 I lost one of the last gifts my father gave me and I was still seduced by that cunning fox. I was angry with myself and my lack of control.

 Arriving at the inn, the guy at reception tried to say something, but I didn't mind listening. I just wanted to sleep and be there tomorrow, so I could escape this end of the world.

 I went up the stairs and when I reached the hallway I noticed the figure leaning against my bedroom door. She had her head down and her foot resting on the wall.

 - What do you want? – I barked at her.

 - You owe me something! – She replied, moving away from the wall.

 — Damn, I must... — Before I could say anything else.

 She smiled and, to my complete surprise, wrapped her arms around my neck, which sent my heart racing into fourth gear. Not happy about it, she made her mouth reach my ear.

 — I need the kiss back... – she whispered hoarsely.

 — Er... I... we...

That's right, he stutters like a retard . I took a deep breath, seeking concentration. But she nibbled my earlobe and that was too much for me.

 My hands went to her hair and I pulled hard, making her look at me.

 — You shouldn't do that Maximoff. – I said in a low and hoarse voice, now it was her turn to get goosebumps.

 - No? – She murmured. Her eyes were dark and her breathing was uneven.

 — No. – I replied, going towards her mouth, but when I got very close I avoided it, just like she had done to me. I bit her chin.

 Making her gasp. I smiled, realizing he could move it too. I went up a little to the corner of her mouth, gave her a few kisses there, she turned her face towards my mouth, but I avoided it, and attacked her neck, the same way she had done to me.

 With that she pressed me against the wall, pressing her body against mine, which made me even more excited.

 — You're an idiot, Romanoff. – She murmured in a hoarse voice. The swear words along with my last name were interesting and I liked it. It was extremely sexy when she said that. My mouth went up to her ear.

 — I told you not to provoke me, Maximoff. – I murmured, nibbling his ear.

 She kind of moaned my name, making me very wet.

Heavens! This woman would be my undoing.

 She brushed her lips against mine, but this time I couldn't resist. Our mouths kind of collided, our tongues intertwined, the heat became greater and greater, her hands left trails of fire wherever they went. I felt her body tremble again, when my hands went under her t-shirt.

 - Would you like to come inside? – I gasped almost out of breath when his mouth went down to my neck again.

 — What happened to arrogant Natasha Romanoff who doesn't like hillbillies? – She threw it back, while moving away a little.

 — When the country bumpkin in question drives you crazy with just a simple touch or whisper... Nothing fairer than making an exception. Do not you think? – That's what I managed to mutter, before her mouth found mine again.  

God, I was lost.

 I spent a long time trying to find the key to the door and be able to open it, Wanda didn't let me go for a second, we went in and I knocked on it with my foot.

 The kiss became more urgent and she pressed me against the wall near the door making me stick to her even more.

 - You are so Beautiful. – She touched my face. – Your eyes are beautiful – and I closed them and she kissed each one of them. – You are completely perfect. – She palmed my face and ran her thumb over my mouth. Making me shiver. I smiled at her. She gave me a peck. – Those lips of yours...

She kissed me again and it was a tender and calm kiss and then it became more urgent, she sucked my lower lip making me moan slightly, she stood up and caught me making me scream, my heart was racing my mind was very aware of the striking presence and sexy of her.

 Her kisses were now thirsty, she began to take me to bed.

 She pushed me hard, I smiled smugly as she started playing with the sides of my shirt. Between one kiss and another, she took off my blouse and highlighted the front clasp of my bra and leaned closer to my fervent body.  

I moaned once more into his mouth, his left hand went to my thigh. While her right hand went to my chest making me gasp.

 — Uaaaan... – she caressed my chest with her fingertips while her left hand passed between my thigh and hip.  

With the sound of clothes being removed soon after, his hands were on top of me, brushing and knowing every inch of new skin that was revealed to him. My pants slid down to my hips.

 – My God, woman, I’m not Jewish! – I said breathlessly, and ended up earning a loud moan from her when I reversed our positions, trapping her beneath me.

 I put my hands on the jacket , removing it from her body, immediately placing the blouse over her head, which, to my surprise, was not wearing a bra.

 I struggled with my belt and pants zipper, practically growling in frustration. I snorted when the idiot laughed and had to help me with them. It wasn't my fault, I was too horny to deal with this shit.

 My fingers gently touched her nipples. I placed my hands on them, their skin was scalding hot. My gaze traveled over her body very slowly, noticing the beauty of every detail, her perfect breasts, her flat belly without being torn, she was wearing extremely sexy black panties.

 My hands followed my gaze, caressing every part of her, her skin covered in goosebumps and her low moans showed me how much she was enjoying my touch, completely surrendered.

 I lay down on top of her, caressing her face, kissing her chin. A smile of complicity was exchanged and I kissed her, my tongue tasted every bit of her breast, she lost air as my mouth sucked her breasts more intensely, each moan of hers made me more anxious.

 My hands reached her panties and she seemed totally surrendered to the moment, our breaths seemed labored because they were so choppy. Very slowly I took off her panties, caressing her legs as she slid the piece over them.

 - Beautiful! – She said when she saw her completely naked.

I slowly kissed her again, kissed her neck, bit, sucked and moved down until I reached her breasts, I sucked one of them while caressing the other and she moaned without control.

 I went down to her belly and slid until I reached where I wanted most.

 — You're going to say-aaaaah – She screamed when my tongue reached her most sensitive spot while my finger slowly played with her entrance.

 Her wetness oozed out. I've never felt so anxious about satisfying a woman, but with her I was different, I didn't just want to make her come, I wanted her to feel good, desired, all in a loving way and not just sexual.

 I squeezed her ass and pressed her clit against my tongue. Her taste was perfect, indescribable, I think it was the best taste in the world. Something sweet and that made my own pussy throb.

 When she let out moans of pleasure, I began licking it, caressing her folds insistently until she writhed and trembled against me.

 Wanda pulled my hair, moaning.

 — God, this is so good!!!!

 My only response was to caress her skin with my fingertips as my tongue continued to work quickly on her sensitive spot.

 He knew it wouldn't take long for her to orgasm, judging by the arch of her spine and the heat emanating from her.

 — Nat... I'll...

 With one last flick of my tongue, Wanda moaned loudly. Her fingers relaxed their grip on my hair, though I wished she had gripped it tighter.

 I needed more. I wanted so much more!

 — Can I get my jacket back now? – The question was serious, but she laughed as if it were a joke.

 — Of course not, I won fair and square! – She replied, closing her eyes as my fingers ran over the bare skin of her back.

 We were silent for a while, just enjoying the moment.

 God, she was so beautiful!

 — I must admit, you don't look so bad when your mouth is busy! – She murmured, and turned to me smiling.

 - Hey! – I pushed her shoulder while she laughed. – you are so unpleasant! – I replied, looking into her beautiful eyes. – Okay, I must admit, small towns are not so bad!

 Her answering smile was just brilliant, maybe it was time for me to finally anchor myself in one place. Or should I tell someone?

THE END

#wandanat #wantasha #fanfiction #wattpad #ao3

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KATE BISHOP x READER

7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN

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Summary: during a college themed party at the Compound, the Avengers decides to play a classic college party game. This results in Y/N and Kate stuck in a closet.

Warnings: smut 😉.

Word count: 8045 words.

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The party was in full swing when Y/N entered the lobby of the Avengers Compound, laughing under her breath at Tony Stark’s always perfectly organized parties. Her eyes swept over the detailed decorations scattered around the room, making her feel like she was a college kid in a movie. Tonight the theme of the party was college parties, so the living room was decorated like it was a frat house living room and the guests were wearing proper outfits for the party. Tony’s parties always shared the same characteristic feature: they were always thoroughly organized. He not only paid a working team to transform completely their living room but he specifically asked on the invitation to ‘dress to impress just like the theme requested’. So here Y/N was, wearing a pair of baggy worn out jeans, a white t-shirt tucked in her pants, a denim jacket and a baseball hat pulled backwards.

"I don’t know why, but I knew you would have dressed like the cliché lesbian that you are." Y/N snorted under her breath and let a small smile appear on her lips at the approaching voice.

"What can I say? This suits me." Y/N waved her hands around her front and shrugged softly, before turning around and asking for a strong drink. When Y/N turned back around she let her eyes roam up and down the redhead’s body and smirked mockingly, "well it seams that someone here took the ‘dress to impress’ on the invitation too seriously." Y/N pointed out as she took a sip of the cocktail the bartender just left on the counter she was leaning with her back and arms on, watching the girl beside her asking for the same.

"What?" Wanda asked innocently, looking down at her red dress like she didn’t know what Y/N was talking about - she totally knew what she was talking about-. "I just put on the first thing that I saw in my closet." Wanda explained nonchalantly, thanking the bartender and taking a big gulp of her drink to calm her nerves.

"C’mon Wan, I know you too well. Your hair are more styled than usual, I can clearly see you took a lot of time for your makeup, your boobs look ready to pop out of this dress and red? Really?" Y/N pointed out the obvious to tease her best friend a bit more, before wiggling her eyebrows at her and watched the girl blush wildly at her implications. "I must say you look really hot tonight and showing the twins here will give you a few good points in your conquest. Natasha loves boobs." Y/N continued with nonchalance as she sipped calmly on her drink while Wanda’s eyes widened comically at the words, asking herself how Y/N could say things like that and look like it was the most normal thing to say.

"Y/N!" Wanda reprimanded with a gentle swap of her hand on her shoulder and the girl merely lifted her shoulders up in defense.

"What?!"

"You can’t say things like that so loud! She could have walked by!" Wanda murmured and moved her green eyes around the room to locate the redhead, who was speaking to Bruce and Tony about something they couldn’t make out of.

"She is on the other side of the room. Unless she has an enhanced hearing, I doubt she heard us. But she definitely noticed you." Y/N pointed out with her eyes towards Natasha, "well it looks more like she noticed the twins." Y/N smirked proudly when Wanda blushed hard at that and looked down at her wringing hands, instinctively puffing her chest out. "Okay Wan, listen to me-" Y/N started when she saw Natasha excusing herself from Bruce and Tony and walking towards them, "I’ve watched you pin over Natasha for months now. I’ve had to endure your lovesick glances and shy smiles. She likes you Wan, I know that. Well I pretty much think everyone knows that. Make your move and get your girl. Tonight."

"You know I’m too scared to ruin what we have. I don’t want to lose her."

"You won’t, I promise."

"How can you be so sure?" Wanda sighed dejectedly, watching Natasha cross the room and swimming through the people dancing with the EDM song that started playing.

"Because she looks at you just like you look at her." Y/N explained, smiling encouragingly at the still not convinced, fidgety redhead so Y/N kept on, "because she looks at you like-" Y/N sighed out gently before continuing, "just like I look at Kate. Completely enamored." Y/N watched realization shift into Wanda’s eyes so she kept quiet for a few seconds, letting Wanda understand what she was saying then adding one last thing right before Natasha could walk within their earshot, "make your move Wan." Wanda met Y/N’s Y/E/C irises and found in them honesty and affection, something that warmed Wanda’s heart and gave her the courage to do what she was trying to do since she met Natasha. "I’ll be your wingwoman." Y/N added to lighten up the mood and reveled in the loud, heartfelt laugh Wanda emitted at her joke.

"Only if I can be yours. It’s time to make your move too Y/N." Wanda countered back earnestly and grasped the girl’s forearm to squeeze it softly, the two of them gazing into one other’s eyes a couple of seconds before nodding, agreeing to help each other out with their crushes.

"Lovely to find you here too ladies." Natasha approached them with a flirty smirk before pulling Y/N into a quick hug and then doing the same with Wanda. Y/N noticed the hug lasted longer than a normal, friendly hug should and watched the two grip onto each other almost desperately as one breathed the other’s perfume in and Y/N smirked widely at the cute gesture.

"We live in the same facility you dork." Y/N teased Natasha, that punched her lightly on her shoulder in lieu of a counter back, before skidding her eyes up and down Y/N’s outfit and shook her head in amusement.

"You chose the lesbian outfit for tonight. How cliché." Natasha mocked Y/N, who grunted out at the joke and rolled her eyes when Wanda laughed loudly at Natasha’s words.

"It’s what I told her!" The two shared a laugh and met their hands in a high-five right on top of an unamused Y/N’s head, while Y/N rolled her eyes at the two mocking her, before the world stopped. It was like in those movies when the main character sees the person they are in love with and watches them walk in slow motion.

"Oh no, what’s wrong with her." Natasha furrowed her brows when she noticed sudden change in Y/N’s expression and eyed the girl in worry, snapping her fingers in front of her to let her focus back on them.

"Nothing’s wrong. I think Kate just arrived." Wanda explained with an amused grin before sipping her drink and following Y/N’s gaze, finding Kate hugging Scott and Sam with her signature smile. She eyed the girl’s outfit and smirked mischievously. When she turned around she found Natasha sporting the same wicked expression on her face and the two shared a knowing look. "Well it seems we have two lesbian tropes here tonight."

"Three if we count America." Natasha interjected and snorted when Y/N jostled her shoulder.

"Right." Wanda hesitantly nodded as she met Y/N’s knowing gaze.

"Four if we count your gay crush on Nat." Wanda heard Y/N’s voice echo into her mind and smiled in appreciation when her best friend decided to not make a fool out of herself in front of Natasha.

"Anyway, black ripped jeans, white tee-" Wanda started off by listing Kate’s garments.

"Combat boots, red flannel. I think she beat you on who’s wearing the most trope-y outfit." Natasha concluded with a snort and patted Y/N on her shoulder, who rolled her eyes good-naturedly at the two redheads making fun of her and her crush.

"Guys, can you not make me look like a fool in front of Kate tonight? Please." Y/N whined pitifully but chocked on her saliva when Kate’s eyes found hers from the other side of the room and waved enthusiastically at her before starting her walk towards the three girls still in front of the bar counter.

"Oh honey, we don’t need to do that." Natasha started with a too sweet tone.

"You already do that on your own." Wanda finished just before a loud laugh left her lips at the annoyed look Y/N threw at her, before the two side hugged Y/N still laughing their assess off.

"You know, if I wasn’t so busy plotting ways to have my revenge with you, I would have found really cute how you two complete each other sentences."

"We do not do that." Wanda countered in her mind, trying with all herself to fight against the butterflies invading her stomach, to no avail, when Natasha’s hand brushed hers behind Y/N’s back when they pulled away from the hug.

"Oh but you do. Tonight I’m gonna play Cupid and make you two happen."

"No Y/N! Don-"

"Hey guys!" Wanda was interrupted by Kate walking over them and hugging them in greeting. "Holy shit this place is already full of people and in full swing!"

"Yeah well, you know Tony. He likes to go big with these parties." Y/N shrugged to play it cool, a gesture that made both Wanda and Natasha snort in amusement while Y/N rolled her eyes inwardly, "do you want anything?"

"Whatever you’re having it’s good." Y/N nodded and waved the barista over to ask for a new drink, now both Y/N and Kate leaning with their forearms on the counter while Wanda and Natasha shared a knowing look and a wide smirk behind them.

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It was by now past 2 a.m. and the party was coming to an end, guests starting to walk out of the compound to go home and half an hour later everyone else besides the Avengers left. Everyone was a bit intoxicated by the alcohol that was consumed and from loud music played, but they had still so much adrenaline in their system that they were far from calling the night quits. These were the reasons for the words that Tony spoke, looking around at the Avengers scattered on the couches and on the floor with mischief swirling in his sparkling, intoxicated eyes, "for a college theme party that is worthy of its name, we should play a few rounds of the traditional college parties games!" Tony clapped his hands enthusiastically before chugging down the last bits of his whiskey.

"Oh yes! Jane told me about these games." Thor nodded in agreement as he sipped his umpteenth beer of the night, followed by Steve and Sam drunkly cheering at the proposal.

"I haven’t gone to college yet, but I’m in!" America clapped her hands excitedly, receiving an happy nod from Tony.

Wanda eyed Natasha warily when the redhead nodded alongside her sister, before meeting Y/N’s gaze and finding her just as much guarded as she was. "Do you think this is a good idea?"

"No. But it could be good for you and Nat."

"Are you crazy?! I’m not going to embarrass myself in front of my crush, that’s your job."

Y/N rolled her eyes at her best friend’s teasing words but agreed out loud to play, "I’m in!" After her words, she was followed then by Wanda, Kate and a few more, "I will purposefully ignore what you just said. But, don’t worry. You have your wingwoman here. It’ll be great." The Y/H/C girl focused her attention back on her friends that were currently debating on what game they should play.

"Truth or dare?" Steve suggested, receiving a few ‘yes’ in return.

"Seven minutes in heaven." Tony added enthusiastically and looked at everyone expectantly when a few more agreeing hollers rolled around the room.

"Why not both?" Their bickering stopped and everyone’s eyes settled on Y/N at her suggestion.

"What?" Tony asked confused but the intrigued eyebrow arched up told Y/N she had his attention alongside with the other Avengers’ one.

"It seems we can’t choose only one game, so why not mix the two up?" When everyone stayed silent, Y/N knew she piqued their interest with her idea, so she kept with her proposition, "we can do… like-" Y/N paused a few seconds to think, "truth or 7 minutes in heaven? Like truth or dare but instead of choosing a dare, you have to pay up with 7 minutes in the closet with someone."

"I knew this was a smart one!" Tony sat up and walked towards her to lay a loud kiss on the top of her head before walking over Natasha and grabbing her by now empty beer bottle to use it for their game. "Shall we start?"

"Why are you going first Stark?" Natasha spoke up teasingly with a wide smirk and Tony rolled his eyes good-naturedly.

"I’m not going first Romanoff. The bottle will choose it."

Y/N held her breath in anticipation as she watched Tony spin the bottle and sighed out of relief when it landed on Thor. To be completely honest Y/N tried to play it cool by suggesting to mix up the two games, when in fact she was completely freaking out. She mainly proposed her idea to help Wanda finally find the courage to make a move on Natasha, but she considered Kate was going to partake in the game too only after she explained her idea. She hoped with all herself that if the bottle lands on her the girl would choose truth because she’s not sure if she can endure Kate walking into the closet to make out with whoever the bottle lands on. On the other hand she wasn’t completely sure she wanted to be that person the bottle landed on if the archer had to pick 7 minutes in heaven. Don’t get her wrong, she hoped she would be that person but she was sure that as soon as the door closes, she would faint in front of Kate instead of make out with her.

"Well, it seems I’m the first to spin the bottle." The Asgardian smiled widely and spun the bottle, watching it land on Steve. The crowd erupted in loud ‘boo’s when Steve without blinking choose truth.

"Boring, Rogers." Tony grunted as he sat up to go grab a bottle of scotch from the bar, hopping over the counter effortlessly, asking if someone wanted something before returning to his seat with a few bottles. "Thor, think of something spicy!" Tony laughed loudly when Steve grunted an annoyed ‘no’, followed by everyone else’s gentle snorts.

"Oh c’mon Steve. These kind of games are played mainly because it involves juicy activities and revelations." Natasha wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and the blond grunted in frustration, hanging his head while shaking it in amusement.

"Okay- I think I got a spicy one." Thor rubbed his hands mischievously as he stared Steve down with determination in his eyes and the blond prepared himself for the dreaded question, "have you ever had a sex dream about someone in this room?"

Steve became beet red in the span of two seconds and he covered his blushing face with his two hands and groaning into them. He took a deep, grounding breath before pulling his hands away from his face - hoping his skin color came back to normal - and answered shortly, "yes."

A choir of gasps of shock and enthusiasm followed at the blond’s revelation, "that’s the tea people! Who is it?" Tony asked impatiently as he hollered and took a big gulp of his scotch.

"Ah-" Steve smirked slyly while lifting his pointer finger up, "he only asked if I had an explicit dream about someone in this room. This question requires only a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer. And my turn is over, so I don’t have to answer your extra question."

Tony accepted his defeat with a small chuckle and his hands lifted up in surrender as her watched Steve spin the bottle. Y/N watched the bottle roll with bated breath, before exhaling a sigh of relief when it landed on Natasha. Her eyes immediately met Wanda’s anxious green ones and smiled at her warmly, "don’t worry Wan, relax."

"What if she chooses 7 minutes in heaven and the bottle doesn’t land on me? I couldn’t stand the thought knowing she is kissing someone but I’m not the one who’s kissing her."

"Yeah I know, I feel the same." Y/N sighed out almost imperceptibly, but due to the fact that a slightly tipsy Kate was leaning her body on Y/N’s one and she was leaning her head on her shoulder, she heard her, so she lifted her head up just a bit to ask softly in Y/N’s left ear, triggering goosebumps that travelled from her ear throughout her entire body when her lips traced the shell of her ear and her hot breath came in contact with her skin.

"What’s wrong?" Kate started playing with Y/N’s left hand as she waited for Y/N to answer, her intoxicating blue eyes scanning over Y/N’s gentle features, skidding from her cute forehead, to her perfect nose, to her soft cheeks - now a bit red due to their proximity-, to her kissable plump lips before focusing back on a pair of breathtaking Y/E/C eyes with a small smile.

"Nothing. I’m just-" Y/N started but couldn’t find the perfect words without spilling Wanda’s secret.

"Doing your amazing job as Wanda’s best friend and trying to calm her down." Y/N stared at Kate like she grew two heads at the accurate answer the black haired girl used to finish her sentence, before a questioning eyebrow lifted up when she noticed Kate knew exactly what was going on. "It’s pretty obvious Y/N/N. I totally ship it." Kate explained further and giggled when Y/N kept eyeing her in shock.

"You are always full of surprises Bishop."

Kate laughed at Y/N’s declaration and nodded with a flirty wink, noticing how her gesture immediately made Y/N’s cheeks flush beet red and smirked gently, "I will help you with setting them up." The two shared a mischievous gaze and focused their attention again back in the room with their friends, right before Natasha answered the question.

"Truth." Natasha answer surprised everyone around the room, causing the Avengers to stare at Natasha with their flabbergasted eyes wide open. "Oh don’t look at me like that."

"Well you are always the one to never back away from a challenge, so we are a bit shocked from your choice." Sam was the first to speak up, his words pulling everyone else out of their shocked haze and nodded in agreement.

"I’m just letting the game warm up a bit, don’t worry." Natasha clarified and waited patiently for Steve’s question. "Make it super spicy Rogers." The redhead mocked his friend and chuckled when he was clearly fake annoyed by her teasing.

"Okay give me just a second to think about a good question." Steve hummed in thought as he scratched his chin gently. "What is your biggest turn on?"

"Damn Steve, good one." Y/N watched Thor nod and high-five the blond in pride while Natasha snorted and shook her head with an amused smile. Y/N was really good in reading human body and by Natasha’s almost imperceptible fidgeting and her smile not reaching her eyes Y/N knew those were clear signals that made Y/N believe Natasha was trying to play it cool when in fact-

"She is nervous." Kate whispered into Y/N’s ear again, making the girl jump up in fright when the archer pulled her out of her thoughts.

"Damn Kate, are you sure you don’t have powers? You are reading my mind today." Y/N regretted her movement right after she noticed the aftermath. She almost combusted when their noses brushed together due to their faces leaning close to not be heard by anyone else.

"I’m willing to leave this ability to Wanda." Kate chuckled amused, "even though it would be so cool reading minds." Y/N shook her head at the archer’s sly sparkle in her intoxicating blue irises and her wiggling eyebrows, jostling her shoulder gently.

"My biggest turn on is a bit contradictory. Power but also vulnerability. I love someone that could keep up with me. I love being in control but if my partner knows how to gain control instead, I would definitely surrender to them. But I also love someone who I can be vulnerable with and viceversa."

Natasha tried to move her eyes all around their group to speak to no one in particular but Y/N and Kate noticed how her eyes tried to meet Wanda’s gaze every two seconds and both shared a look of understanding. "Wan did you notice it too? She was literally trying to meet your gaze!" Y/N’s voice echoed around Wanda’s mind, causing the girl to flush furiously making the Y/H/C girl and Kate realize the young redhead noticed Natasha’s gestures too.

"Do you think Wanda is gonna choose 7 minutes in heaven when it’ll be her turn?" Kate whispered gently into Y/N’s ear, spreading goosebumps throughout Y/N’s body.

The Y/E/C girl opened her mouth to answer Kate’s question, but she was interrupted by Natasha’s voice when she spoke up after the ‘aw’s coming from the other heroes stopped, "Y/N truth or 7 minutes in heaven?"

The smirk on Natasha’s face told Y/N the girl was merely helping her out with Kate and with Wanda’s nod and the small amount of alcohol she consumed, she found enough courage to speak up with determination in her Y/E/C hues, "7 minutes in heaven."

"Finally! The game is starting to heat up!" Tony clapped his hands enthusiastically and laughed loudly in excitement, followed by a few hollers and whistles coming from Thor, Sam and Bucky.

Natasha grinned triumphantly at the girl and nodded proudly, "good choice Y/L/N. The bottle will choose the lucky one you’re going to make out with."

Y/N rolled her eyes to cover up her nervousness and just now noticed Kate wasn’t leaning on her body anymore but she was sitting up straight looking down at Natasha’s left hand ready to spin the bottle. Y/N held her breath in anticipation, hoping with all her heart the bottle will land on Kate. When the bottle slowed to a stop Y/N was ready to faint but came back to her senses when she noticed the bottle landed on Clint sat on Kate’s right. The world crumbled all around Y/N, she sighed dejectedly under her breath while putting on a poker face to prevent everyone to see her disappointment at her shattered hopes, even though she wasn’t sure she was doing a great job.

"Oh hell naw. No offense Y/N, but A you’re like a daughter to me and B I’m happily married. So that’s a big no." Hope sparked once again in the pit of Y/N’s stomach, who played along with Clint with a ‘yeah’ of agreement and a snort.

"Okay well, should we spin the bottle again or choose the person to his right following clockwise positions?" Natasha asked with her perfect styled left eyebrow up in question as she eyed everyone to make a decision. A choir of ‘clockwise’ and ‘spin the bottle’ followed by the next second, clashing together without a purpose. "Okay that was pointless. Hands up for spinning the bottle - Y/N and Kate you’re obviously not voting." Y/N sighed out in frustration, she knew what Natasha was doing. She was trying to set her up with Kate, she was helping her doing something about her crush on Kate. And for that Y/N will be forever grateful. Five hands lifted after the Russian’s request and Y/N noticed Kate fidgeting on her spot, making her wonder if she was nervous in case she was going to be the chosen one or if she was hoping she wasn’t going to be paired up with Y/N for 7 minutes in heaven - she hope with all her heart it wasn’t the latter. "Hands up for clockwise." 6 hands lifted up in the air and Y/N was so happy she was sure she was floating but she tried to keep her smile at bay to prevent everyone to notice. "Kate this means you are going to spend 7 minutes in heaven with Y/N." Natasha clapped her hands enthusiastically as the two girls shared a shy gaze with sheepish smiles.

"You don’t have to say yes, y’know. I won’t be offended if-"

"Oh no she can’t say no. We accept only excuses like ‘I’m married’ and shit like that. Kate are you married?" Natasha sat up and urged the two girl on to do the same, looking at Kate expectantly with an eager expression.

"Hm- no?" Kate asked more than stated, not really trusting her tongue with forming comprensibile words while her brain spun out of control. Holy shit, am I really going to spend 7 minutes in a closet with Y/N?! Are we going to kiss? Will it be awkward if we don’t?

All these questions clouded the black haired beauty’s brain but Natasha wasn’t exactly paying attention to her state as she grabbed the two girl’s arms once they sat up from the couch and pushed them towards the closest closet and opened the door, "okay, I think we all know how the rules works, so enjoy the ride. I’ll keep track of the time." Natasha winked one last time before slamming the door quickly after shoving them ungracefully into the closet.

The two grunted in pain when Kate’s back met the wooden wall and Y/N fell ungraciously on her body, "sorry, she can be a lot sometimes." Y/N chuckled as she tried to stand up and stop crushing Kate’s body but the dimly lit, small room was proving it to be a difficult task to accomplish.

"She was just still nervous about her confession, so she coped up with it with our ‘dare’." Air quoting the word dare after she helped Y/N stabilize her body with her hands laid on her hips and maneuvering her to help her prevent from hitting a shelf and getting hurt.

"I’m pretty sure she was pairing us up above anything else." Y/N murmured in fatigue as she avoided stepping on Kate’s feet, thinking she only thought those words to avoid being heard by the archer, but the Y/E/C girl’s hopes crumbled for the second time that night when Kate asked her curiously with widened, curious eyes.

"What? Are you serious?"

"Shit, did I say that out loud?" Y/N asked alarmed, putting as much distance between them as the small closet allowed to, looking at those clear, breathtaking blue eyes for just a fraction of second before looking at anywhere but the archer.

"You did." Kate simply stated with a humming tone. Y/N could hear a smug smirk from the girl’s tone, but she couldn’t be exactly sure since she was completely interested in a few household products instead of her beautiful face.

"Well, let’s just forget about it. We still have like 6 minutes and 30 seconds in here. So how is Lucky?" Y/N grimaced inwardly at her awkward rambling but she couldn’t come up with anything at all when those blue eyes were fixated on her. She just hoped asking about the girl’s beloved one-eyed golden retriever would distract her enough to forget about her slip up.

"He is doing good at Clint's farm. Now, don’t avoid the matter. What did you mean with ‘Natasha was trying to pair us up’?"

"Hm- I- I-"

"Hey, you can tell me anything. You know that." Kate lifted her hand up to caress the girl’s arm softly, trying to convey as much calmness to help the girl relax and explain the words that ignited hope into the pitch of the black haired girl’s stomach.

"I- I meant- well- it meant just what I said. She was pairing us up at all costs. The bottle landed on Clint but when he refused due to obvious reasons she quickly attempted to ensure you would be the one to be here in the closet with me."

"But she made everyone choose between spinning the bottle and me." Kate countered back with furrowed eyebrow, still not getting Y/N’s previous affirmation.

"She was trying to be subtle. But think about it, what did she choose?"

"Clockwise." Kate answered in an hushed tone, now starting to understand Y/N’s point as her stomach knotted over itself in anticipation and excitement.

"And who else did choose the same thing? Clint - he is Nat best friend and he has a soft spot for her. America, Yelena, Scott and Maria and Wanda - she clearly does anything Natasha asked her to but they all know the truth, so of course they choose clockwise -. Everyone else voted spin the bottle because it seemed the obvious choice."

"What truth?" Kate spoke up a few moments later after letting everything sink in, biting her bottom lip when she noticed Y/N’s face fall and her cheeks immediately tinted with a crimson color.

"Oh- yeah, that. Hm-" Kate was getting impatient, she pretty much already knew what truth Y/N was talking about so she tried to speed up the process of Y/N opening up to her with a convincing point.

"Y/N. We have only 5 minutes left in here."

That was the courage boost Y/N needed to finally confess her feelings she stashed inside of her for too long to the archer. Natasha, Wanda, America, Yelena, Scott and Maria gave her a chance to be happy with Kate and she will be damned if she wasn’t going to take this great opportunity and take advantage of it. "That I have a crush on you. And since I’ve been feeling about this for a while and I’m not that good at hiding them, our friends noticed and they used this game to give me the chance to confess my feelings to you."

Kate kept quiet, not really believing this was really happening so she deliberately pinched her side to be sure she wasn’t dreaming this moment like she had many times before, "ouch."

"What?" Y/N asked with her eyebrows furrowed together, her heart falling on the ground and shattering at the completely unexpected reaction. During their small interaction, Kate pushing her to explain her words, caressing her arm so softly and looking at her with that tender look in her eyes gave Y/N hope that maybe the girl liked her back, but she wasn’t expecting that.

"No no no. Sorry, it came out wrong." Kate quickly assured when she noticed that sparkle of hope leave Y/N’s inebriating Y/E/C hues and cupped the girl’s neck right under her jaw and caressed the tense muscles there with her thumbs, "I- I pinched myself to be sure this was really happening and I wasn’t dreaming it."

"Why?" Y/N asked uncertainty, eyeing the girl warily while keeping her stomach at bay, not wanting to get her hopes up to have them shattered again, so she waited the blue eyed girl to explain herself first.

"Because those words are what I’m hoping to hear from you since we met." Kate answered truthfully with a million dollar smile, before looking down shyly at her thumbs’ movement on the girl’s skin to focus on something else but those eyes staring holes into her soul. When she felt the girl taking a tentative step closer to her and invading her personal space, Kate lifted her eyes up to find Y/N’s Y/E/C irises a darker shade and full of determination.

"We have just over 4 minutes left in here. Let’s make this time worth the while." Y/N stated boldly, smirking when Kate swallowed loudly while her eyes darkened instantly. No words were needed anymore, so Kate used her hands still placed on the girl’s neck to grasp it harshly and crash their lips together in a passionate kiss.

They started slowly, their lips slotting together like two piece of puzzle while their chests filled with warmth and their stomaches started doing somersaults for finally doing what they dreamed of for months now. Y/N’s hands stayed still by her side for half a minute, not really trusting her body to move as her mind was still reeling at the feeling of soft, plump, delicious lips kissing her fervently, but when she felt Kate’s hands grip her neck tightly and her tongue sweeping along the seam of her lips, she finally regained control of her body. She immediately granted Kate access, letting that unexpectedly skillful tongue enter her mouth and explore every crevice of her mouth, as her hands grasped the archer’s hips and flushed their bodies together greedily. "Fuck, that was amazing." Kate panted when they pulled away to take some needed breath, both their burning lungs screaming from lack of air, her chest heaving hard, her pupils blown out, her lips a bit bruised and slightly red as she eyed the girl fondly.

"Fuck yeah." Y/N agreed while leaning herself on Kate, her wobbly legs finding it difficult to support her body after that breathtaking kiss. "Shit, you are an amazing kisser."

Kate grinned proudly and wiggled her eyebrows seductively, "you’re the one talking."

"Shit, that thing you did with your tongue- holy fuck it made me dizzy."

"Do you want me to do it again?"

Y/N didn’t answer, she plainly grunted out and clashed their mouths together again, wasting no time this time and slipping her tongue in, licking and sucking on Kate’s tongue greedily as her hands instinctively slipped down from her hips and grasped the archer’s supple ass.

"Fuck." Kate moaned lowly into Y/N’s mouth, feeling her knees give out for just a second, but Y/N’s body pushing her hard on the closet wall prevented her to fall and caused her panties so soak through in an instant.

"You’re so beautiful." Y/N whispered on the girl’s lips, biting down on that inviting bottom lip and pulling on it slowly, eliciting another low, raspy moan from the blue eyed girl.

"C’mere." Kate grunted out right before she grasped an handful of Y/N’s hair and joined their lips again, her tongue sweeping all over Y/N’s mouth and smirked into the kiss when she felt Y/N lean more into her body while whining softly into her mouth.

"Only one minute and 30 seconds left lovebirds." Wanda’s voice echoed around both girls’ minds, causing them to broke apart confused and unfocused.

"Shit- okay, I really wanna keep doing this- shit Kate." Y/N tried to reason with Kate but this was proved to be a difficult task when Kate’s lips decided to attack her neck with open mouthed kisses and little love bites. "Everyone is drunk but they are all still here." Y/N’s point was proven with loud hollers and whistles coming from the other side of the door.

"We can go in one of our rooms." Kate reasoned with an hoarse tone, slipping her tongue out to trace the entire length of Y/N’s neck before nipping gently at the girl’s jaw, smirking mischievously when she felt Y/N’s body give out and the girl gripping on her ass harshly to stabilize herself.

"We won’t hear the end of it. We just need to wait till the party is over. Then I’m all yours." Y/N whispered seductively on Kate’s lips when the archer stopped her delightful torture on her neck and coming up face to face to her, before laying an hard kiss on her lips.

"Well-" Kate started, one hand leaving the girl’s nape to grab Y/N’s right wrist slowly, never breaking their eye contact. Y/N’s curious eyes widened in surprise when Kate slipped her hand into her pants and underwear and her fingers were immediately coated with slick arousal, "do you think I can wait till the party is over?" Kate whispered sultrily, biting down on Y/N’s bottom lip and pushing her hips down on Y/N’s hand when she felt the girl’s fingers move slowly over her slits.

"Holy fucking shit Kate." Y/N whined pitifully, feeling her own pair of panties getting completely drenched as she circled the black haired beauty’s clit and felt her moan on her mouth. "I-"

"Please, I need you now."

Y/N’s mind started to spin wildly out of control as she considered her options here. Those now dark blue eyes staring deeply into her own Y/E/C irises, white teeth sinking seductively on a plump, red bottom lip and hips rotating on her fingers to gain some friction were making doing the responsible thing really hard to choose. The responsible thing to do would be promising Kate to make her come as soon as the party was over, but it seemed like Y/N’s fingers had a mind of its own when one of them pushed into the girl’s drenched core and started a low rhythm. Kate moaned lowly at the craved invasion and dropped her forehead on Y/N’s one as she moved her hips along Y/N’s hand. "Fuck, you feel so good Y/N/N."

"I- wait- let me-" Y/N didn’t finish her line but she never stopped her movements, "we need Wanda’s help."

"What?"

"Wanda, can you hear me?"

"Yeah. 30 seconds left." Y/N was trying really hard to focus on talking telepathically with Wanda when delicious sounds were leaving Kate’s mouth as her center swallowed her finger delightfully.

"I have a favor to ask you."

"What is it?"

"Can we stay here 5 more minutes? Please."

"What? Why?" Y/N groaned in delight when Kate grabbed her other hand still grasping her ass and pushed it under her shirt and on her bra-clad left breast. Y/N boldly slipped her hand under the bra and moaned in deep, raw arousal when she felt a pebbled nipple stand up and hit her palm at her hand’s attention before entering Kate with another finger and speeding up her pace. "How do I do that?"

"I don’t know, ask Nat to help you. Please."

"Yeah bu-"

"Wan I’m begging you. I’m two fingers in Kate. I need only 5 more minutes. I’ll do whatever you want." Kate interrupted Y/N’s focus on her conversation with Wanda with a guttural whine leaving her throat.

"Holy shit! You go girl! Okay say no more. 5 more minutes."

Y/N smirked widely when no one knocked on the closet door to let them out and thanked Wanda for helping her. She owed her big time. "I bought us 5 more minutes." Y/N whispered on Kate’s lips before engulfing them in another, slow, languid kiss while keeping her unrelenting movements into Kate's core.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I owe her big time. Now where were we?" Y/N hummed pensively, before smirking devilishly at Kate, "oh yeah, I was about to make you come."

"Holy shit." Kate moaned when Y/N’s thumb joined her fingers and started rotating her pulsating clit, spreading shivers all over her body and causing her knees to give out from too much pleasure all at once.

Y/N reluctantly pushed her hand away from Kate’s supple breast and slid it down to pop open the girl’s pants and slipping the zipper down before grabbing her left leg and hooking it around her hip to have more room for her hand to push in deeper. "Fuck Kate, you are so wet for me."

"Just for you babe. Fuck-" Y/N curled her fingers into Kate’s center in a way that made Kate see stars as she chased down her building orgasm. "Are you wet for me too Y/N/N?"

Y/N swallowed loudly at those words whispered seductively and nodded, "yeah, so so much. You clenching on my fingers is making me so wet." Kate moaned at Y/N’s truthful admission and with just a bit of clear mind she moved her hand still gripping the girl’s neck down to slip into Y/N’s pants and feel the girl’s arousal herself. "Holy fucking shit- KATE!" Y/N yelled in a loud moan at the sudden invasion and almost came undone at the bold gesture.

"Look at you, so needy for me."

"I can say the same thing about you Bishop." Y/N countered back with her lips curled over a smirk, that changed into an O shape when Kate tapped hard on her clit and her hips pushed down to silently ask Kate to start fucking her.

"Shit, your fingers feels amazing." Kate moaned pitifully when Y/N added a third digit and pushed in deeper.

"I wish I could say the same about yours." Y/N replied with a mischievous smirk that instantly fell when fire burned into those now black irises, stilling her fingers for just a moment before she kept on.

"Ready to scream my name?" Kate asked rhetorically before slipping her digits down to the girl’s entrance and slipping two of them in without warning.

"Kate!" Y/N moaned at the intrusion, glad about the loud chatter coming from the living room so no one knew what they were doing, and silently started moving her hips to the girl’s pace, stilling her fingers’ movements again for just a fraction of second to let the fullness Kate’s digits was providing in before starting back up with a faster rhythm.

"See? Told you." Kate smiled smugly at the girl’s loud moan slipping past her throat and licking her lips sensually, rolling her eyes back when Y/N’s new speed caused her palm to hit her clit deliciously. She added a third finger in and matched the girl’s pace as both panted and wailed into each other mouth, too much focused on chasing their approaching orgasms to keep kissing.

"I wanna taste you so bad." Y/N admitted hazily as she sped up her movements when she felt the girl’s walls clench on her fingers, her eyes focusing only on those dark blue pools full of love and arousal staring back at her and Kate shivered wildly as images of what is to come (no pun intended) after the party.

"I want to taste you too babe. So fucking bADLY." Kate wailed loudly when Y/N pushed impossibly hard into her core and felt herself tipping over the edge, not noticing in her coital state she curled her own fingers into Y/N’s core before stilling her movements when her body stiffened and juices spilled out of her core.

Watching Kate come undone because of her on her fingers and the archer’s digits curling in her own core, pushed Y/N over the edge too, her center spurting out her release and soaking Kate’s hand deliciously. "That was- shit."

"Yeah. I never came so hand and so fast." Kate admitted with a blush adorning her cheeks, as they both slowed their fingers to a stop and reluctantly pulled them out of their cores, both whining at the lack of fullness brought by their digits buried into each other. They shared a soft, languid peck, before taking advantage of the little time left to fix each other up to not look like they just fucked into the closet with everyone else still in the next room. Y/N with a shy smile lifted Kate’s shirt up to readjust Kate’s bra that she pushed up when she was touching her chest, only to blush furiously when Kate’s right boob was right in front of her eyes, her nipple looking at her and begging for her touch. "You know it’s rude to stare." Kate teased and watched Y/N’s blush intensify.

"Oh I’m planning to do much more than just staring." Y/N boldly replied and smirked inwardly when she watched Kate’s smug face fall and her her throat bob gently when she swallowed. She leaned over resolutely and wrapped her lips around Kate’s still erected nipple and sucked on it hard, feeling Kate’s fingers thread through her locks and push her face more into her chest. Y/N slipped the archer’s nipple out of her mouth and sucked hard just on the nipple’s left on Kate’s breast for a few seconds, before pushing away and admiring her work. Kate looked down too and felt a flush of fresh arousal leaving her still drenched core at the big hickey Y/N just left on her breast. "A little gift to remind you what’s to come. Hopefully you again." Y/N added jokingly but her Cheshire Cat smile and her seductive tone told her she purposefully added that last part.

"You’re so fucking hot." Kate murmured as she grasped Y/N’s neck and connected their lips into an hard kiss, slipping her tongue right past Y/N’s open mouth and sliding it over Y/N in a sensual dance.

They pulled away a few moments later to go back to fixing each other’s clothes, Y/N closing Kate’s pants as the archer did the same with hers, then Y/N laid another soft peck on the girl’s breast before readjusting the blue eyed girl’s bra and pulling her shirt down.

"Okay horndogs. In a minute I’m going to open the door, so please be fully clothed by then." The two girls laughed gently at Wanda’s words echoing into their minds, spending the little time left sharing soft pecks while cuddling on the closet wall and nuzzling their noses together with big, door smiles etched on their features. "I’m about to open the door."

The two girls squinted their eyes at the bright light entering the dimly lit closet and smiled in appreciation at Wanda and Natasha, whom stared at them with big, proud smirks on their faces. "Oh no! Guys 7 minutes in heaven’s rules are that you need to kiss, not talk!" Thor complained with a disappointed look on his features and everyone nodded in agreement when he noticed the two girls looked like they had been just talking in the closest and not fucking each other’s brain out. Y/N and Kate share a subtle look, silently congratulating each other for the amazing work they did in fixing their appearances before walking out of the closet.

"We even let you stay in more than necessary because we got distracted by few more rounds of truths! You girls disappointed me!" Tony joked with a fake serious face on and shook his head before taking another drink of his scotch.

"And you guys are too drunk." Y/N spoke up with an amused smile and received a round of loud enthusiastic ‘yeah’s that made her laugh hard, hearing Kate giggle alongside her.

"Okay now move. It’s our turn." Wanda pushed them to the side and walked into the closet with Natasha on her tail before closing the door behind them. "I’m expecting you two to give us 5 more minutes like I did."

Y/N and Kate shared a look of understanding before smirking at the implications behind Wanda’s words. "Don’t worry Wanda, we got you two covered." Kate whispered, Y/N grateful that Wanda let her hear what Kate told her, before the two walked further into the room with everyone now cheering Thor on chugging a full bottle of tequila, the Asgardian yelling loudly in victory when he drank the last drop of tequila before slamming the bottle on the floor and shattering it, while everyone else cheered at his achievement.

"Okay I think it’s time for everyone to call it quits." Y/N spoke up loudly to be heard by everyone and even if she received a bunch of ‘boo’s everyone got up and left, leaving only Y/N and Kate in the room. Y/N waited a few more seconds to be sure the coast was clear before knocking gently on the closet door, "everyone left. You guys have all the time you need. My advice is, go to one of your rooms. This closet it unpractical." When Y/N received a faint, whined ‘okay’ in return, not sure if it was Wanda or Natasha answering her, she chuckled softly under her breath before grabbing Kate’s hand and intertwining their fingers together as they walked towards the elevator. "I haven’t had the chance to say it but, nice outfit by the way."

"Thank you." Kate blushed slightly at the compliment and looked at her just a bit wrinkled and disheveled clothes before leaning over and pecking Y/N’s lips gently.

"It will look definitely better on my bedroom floor."

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[wandasaura]

Wait! There’s a plot to marvel films? Since when? Is civil war not just that table scene where Nat and Wanda are communicating through their minds and clearly thinking of getting out of the meeting to “chill”

you get me ✋🏼 literally the only thing i retained from civil war is that wanda’s a little cutie cooking paprikash and tony and steve solidify why im a lesbian

#a: anon #answered. #𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 ꔫ

[masturbucky]

Wanda with an native ukrainian fem!s/o :)

Omg thx for that one! 😭

Warning: it was impossible not to make it a pure fluff, you'll drown in it. when I was writing I kinda forgot to specify gender, so there's none of it and I hope it's fine by you that it's more of gn! however, I would probably write some short fics on the same topic later, for now that's all I was able to come up with and form into a post :D

And here's a small message for my babes🇺🇦: по-перше дуже дякую за цей реквест, мені це було потрібно :,) по-друге обіймаю кожного українця який якимось чином це знайшов! також можливо в майбутньому (якщо я навчусь писати-) буде контент і україномовний. дуже хочу його робити, але на цей момент писати фанфікшен мовою у мене не вдається

Headcanons for Wanda with Ukrainian!S/O

First of, it's the most loving and supporting relationship ever. Not because you both came from eastern European countries and understand each other when it comes to the war (refugee, if you are one) situation, but that undoubtedly increases the level of care in both sides.

Sometimes you hold conversations in your native languages only. You couldn't understand each other's languages clearly, yeah, but it's always so good to be able to talk in it and to have someone who listens. Some words sound similar though, and when you DO understand each other - it's always laughs and hugs and "Now I know Ukrainian/Sokovian! :D". Even without a full understanding, it's still sweet.

She adores when you call her "Кохана"(beloved/my love). She cried the first time you called her that and explained the meaning to her, for the next hours she was practically glued to your side, cuddling on the couch. Since then she calls you pet names in Sokovian only, and you do the same in Ukrainian — should I say how every single sweet name leads to cuddles or you already can imagine?

Eastern European (soon to be) married lesbian couple. That's about it. It holds it's own vibe, you know what I mean if you're from eastern Europe.

If you're a refugee, if you lost something or someone in the war, the connection between you and her builds naturally and on the whole new level. She would do anything to comfort you, to make it better for you - because she was through it, too.

Folk dishes for home dates, if you like those. Because she totally does.

"Я кохаю тебе"

Should I say how happy she is when you say it or are we on the same page?

#wanda maximoff x reader #x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x gender neutral reader #x Ukrainian reader #scarlet witch x reader

[gender0bender]

Descriptions of current and former steelworker lesbians interviewed for the book Steel closets : voices of gay, lesbian, and transgender steelworker by Anne Belay, available on the Internet Archive

Transcript:

Erin, interviewed in January 2010. A bit sloping in the shoulders and tentative in her demeanor. She wore an embroidered V-neck sweater. Probably in her early fifties.

Fern, interviewed on January 29, 2010. She was a slim Asian woman with short, spiked hair and a ready, flirtatious smile. Though tiny, she had a butch swag- ger to her walk and told stories revealing an intense pride in her work. I would guess she was in her mid-thirties.

Gail, interviewed on January 25, 2010. She is a short, stocky woman with neat gray hair. She wore blue jeans and a denim shirt advertising ISG (International Steel Group, the former owner of her mill). She had a warm smile and laughing eyes, and loved to tell stories. She was about sixty.

Harriet, interviewed on April 10, 2010. She is mixed Indian and Mexican, and very butch. She had black, feathered hair, and seemed to be in her late forties. Her boots and leather jacket had many zippers.

Isabel, interviewed in June 2010. Younger (mid-twenties) than most of the nar- rators, with a presentation somewhere between hipster and goth. She was skinny, with hair partly black and partly hot pink. Clearly not comfortable in Northwest Indiana, she fantasized about moving elsewhere.

23. Wanda, interviewed on January 26, 2011. She wore a scrupulously butch tie, sweater, and hat, along with a Bluetooth. She was a dark-complected black woman with no visible hair. Her handshake and manner of sitting established butch domi- nance immediately, as did her sideways, knowing smile. I would guess she was in her mid to late thirties.

Xena, interviewed January 31, 2011, at her home. She wore a Steelers jersey over a thermal shirt and smoked constantly. She had a dry sense of humor and a butch presentation. She had iron gray hair. Probably in her mid-forties.

Carmen, interviewed in March 2011. In her fifties, she is a black woman with dreadlocks, who has some scarring from a burn accident at the mill. She was very reserved and held her lower jaw tensely.

Danielle, interviewed on April 25, 2011. She is a big woman, with long, straight, almost stringy hair. She wore glasses and dressed casually but with lots of makeup.

Janis, interviewed July 20, 2011, at a restaurant. She wore the jacket of union electrical workers and identified as a strong union supporter. Blonde and fit, in her fifties, she had a lively demeanor, but she refused to be recorded.

Kate, interviewed in August 2011, at a bar. Relaxed and funny, she loved to talk and was full of stories about the area, the mill, family, and life. She carried herself with confidence and had a physical presence. She had medium-length gray-blonde hair.

Lupe, interviewed September 18, 2011, at a bar. She was fairly boxy in build, with short black hair and butch mannerisms. Though she was in her mid-forties, there was something very boyish and innocent about her.

Marie, interviewed October 19, 2011, at a coffee shop in Pittsburgh. She was an older woman, many years beyond the steel mill, which showed in her body and demeanor. She had medium length hair, wore jewelry and a blazer, and was prob- ably in her sixties. When she discussed her life as a steelworker, memories began to flood back, and a butch attitude accompanied them.

#lgbt #steelworkers #lgbt writing #lesbian writing #lesbians #working class lesbians #steel closets #my uploads

[randomshyperson]

Ya gotta share with us who your favourite yellowjacket is. Adult and teenager. Please 😁

I only started the show because I saw a Jackie x Shauna tik tok, and since I've been in love with Sophie Nélisse since The Book Thief and TikTok tricked me into believe she was gonna kiss girls in this, I fell into this fandom and GOOD LORD the angst of shaunaxjackie is unmatched.

I love Jackie, she's literally the only sane of them and she's such a closed lesbian dork that how could I not love her? Her bestie was literally fucking her boyfriend behind her back, and she couldn't find something mean to say to her? Please, she's too precious and deserved so much better. She was my fav for season one <3

And for Shauna, I do despise her actions? Yes, but have you seen her big doe eyes? sad brown eyes girls can do no wrong, the problem is everyone else.

LOTTIE IS MY WIFE EVERYONE BACK THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER-

I mean, we have a slightly insane baby witch that will turn into a crazy milf witch cult leader in the future... It's not that hard to guess who I'm most in love with.

In general, I like the teens girls better because the wild storyline is far more interesting for me. The exception is Tai, her character is literally the best and just got better, I go feral everytime milf!taissa is on the screen.

I haven't finished season 2 yet so I don't have much of an opinion of characters that didn't receive a decent amount of screen time as Van or Mari, buut I'm must say I can't like Misty like everybody else's'cause it's her fucking fault all that happened. AND I CAN'T STAND TRAVIS ANNOYING JERK, NAT IS SO QUEER CODED WHY THE F* ARE THEY ARE A COUPLE???

Don't really like Laura Lee 'cause I have way too much trauma with catholic people. And the men in this show? All annoying. I couldn't fuck stand the artist one Shauna started having a affair it, where that came from anyway, that woman clearly never got over her dead bestie.

Anyway, I can't wait to reach the part where Nat marries Lottie, and all the girl marry one another.

Also, should I write a yellow jackets insp fic? I feel like Wanda and Lottie are super alike.

#ask box #yellowjackets vent

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reading update: December edition

hi all! while I already did my roundup for every book I read in 2022 and included the books I read in December, they still haven't gotten their own special little recap because the last few days of 2023 were crazy hectic and I didn't have the time. now that I'm back in the office (barf, gag) with hours to kill, let's rewind and look at the year's last batch of books!

what I read:

The End of Policing (Alex S. Vitale, 2017) - excellently concise and thorough breakdown of why policing simply is not beneficial or even practical for the communities it allegedly serves. strongly recommend, I highlighted so much.

Glitterati (Oliver K. Langmead, 2022) - a book that was so infuriatingly close to being one of my favorite books of the year, until it shot itself in the dick in the last quarter. Glitterati starts out as a Vantablack-dark comedy absolutely skewering ultrawealthy celebrity influencer paparazzi aesthetic culture, and for most of the way Langmead does an admirable balancing act making out protagonist, Simone, utterly reprehensible in his alienation from anything human and sincere while also making clear that Simone and people like him are fundamentally hollow, miserable shells. (one detail that sticks with me so clearly is the mention that Simone loved playing the cello, but gave it up because he was too afraid of getting calluses.) when I say that Langmead fumbled massively by (spoilers) writing a happy ending pseudo-redemption arc for Simone I'm not saying that out of some asinine belief that it's Morally Wrong to show bad people growing and changing because that encourages readers to emulate their bad behavior; I just think this novel really seemed like it had something to say and then balked at the last minute in order to conform to a more conventional narrative structure. it's disappointing, reader. I'm disappointed.

Bruce Wayne: Fugitive (Greg Rucka et al, 2002) - Fugitive isn't as strong as the preceding Murderer by a country mile - it feels much less tightly organized, and meanders on a bit too long - but frankly all of that is worth it for a scene of Bruce Wayne sincerely apologizing to his family for being an insufferable bitch who's unpleasant to be around 99% of the time. while I was reading Murderer I made a post about how I can't fuck with much of Batfamily fanon and Wayne Family Adventures-style writing that posits the Bats as generally well-adjusted, endlessly supportive, and excruciatingly aware of their various troubles, and I think this is why: the moments of emotional vulnerability feel so much more satisfying when they're extracted from a rotten mess of misunderstandings rather than the default.

Even Though I Knew the End (C.L. Polk, 2022) - C.L. Polk is one of those authors who has my attention immediately whenever they drop something new, and this novella did NOT disappoint. a crisp and stylish noir murder mystery following a lesbian couple navigating the forces of heaven and hell through mid-century Chicago, this story begs to be devoured in a single sitting.

Interview with the Vampire (Anne Rice, 1976) - I wanted to like this book so much, and I do like parts. but the high highs are contrasted with low lows, and sometimes Louis' incessant whinging had me skimming for pages at a time. I'm afraid that my love of morbidly depressed bisexual vampires with complicated family dynamics won't be enough to keep me reading, Anne.

The Sandman: A Game of You (Neil Gaiman et al, 1991) - this isn't my personal favorite Sandman arc, but I think it is maybe the most iconic and honestly? deserved for Wanda alone. much like Season of Mists, there's a compelling point to be made here that some of the best Sandman stories are the ones with as little of the actual Sandman as possible. love the grumpy bastard, but sometimes you need a nice long break from his shit.

America Is Not the Heart (Elaine Castillo, 2018) - a last minute entry that stole my whole heart. you may recall me absolutely swooning over Castillo's essay collection, How to Read Now, that was released earlier this year, and I'm so glad I decided to seek out her novel so promptly. America Is Not the Heart is a gorgeous coming of age for a 30-something doctor from the Philippines remaking her life after being released from a prison camp and moving to California to live with her uncle's family. she bonds with her baby cousin, she develops a big fat crush on the local faith healer's granddaughter, she remembers how to have friends. it just painfully beautiful in a lot of ways and got me so good; I can't recommend it enough.

White Tears/Brown Scars: How White Feminism Betrays Women of Color (Ruby Hamad, 2020) - a lightning-fast, brilliantly organized read that dives DEEP into the impact of racist colonial laws around the globe and how they contribute to misogynoir and other forms of racialized misogyny today. there's a particular motherlode of information about the sexual politics of interracial sex under colonialism and slavery - the dehumanization of Black and brown women considered perpetually sexually available to white men, the demonization of Black and brown men seen as sexual threats to white women and white supremacy by extension, the difficulties of knowing if any interracial relationship could truly be considered consensual under such conditions. I've got several books on the intersection of sex, sexuality, and racism on my to-read list for the year, and this felt like as good a place as any to start.

what I'm reading now:

Jade Legacy (Fonda Lee, 2021) - I'm so excited for the conclusion of the Green Bone Saga, even though this book is like 700+ goddamn pages long. I truly cannot extend enough thanks to the person who ruined my reading poll by doing the exact thing I told everyone not to do and complaining about one of the options; it made me read Jade City immediately and I've loved every second of the series since.

Shit Cassandra Saw (Gwen E. Kirby, 2022) - very cool short story collection, one of my favorite covers ever

what's next:

Catwoman: Lonely City (Cliff Chiang, 2021) - Cliff Chiang's striking art was one of my favorite parts of Paper Girls, and I'm beyond excited to see his illustrations for a one-last-heist story about Selina Kyle

Where It Rains in Color (Denise Crittendon, 2022) - splashy new sci-fi and one of the only 2022 releases that I couldn't get my mitts on before the year was over!

Babel, Or the Necessity of Violence: An Arcane History of the Oxford Translators' Revolution (R.F. Kuang, 2022) - I'm going to be so real: I've had R.F. Kuang's Poppy War series sitting on my TBR forever and wasn't in any particular hurry to get around to it, but seeing white bookstagrammers complaining about this book's """"reverse racism""" made me more interested in reading it than literally any actual marketing campaign could have.

#bookblr #reading updates

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nooo i totally understand wanda’s perspective now 😭 i had a dream i had a baby girl she was so cute omfg and i was so sad when i woke up i actually really miss her 🥲 do you know where i can find the dark hold

This happens to me every so often and it’s actually devastating 😭😭 I’ll wake up and miss my dream baby so much that it physically hurts. I wake up from those dreams and I get the strongest maternal desire to hold a baby and take care of it. It goes away eventually but there have been times that even as a lesbian teenager I’m like well clearly I have to get pregnant immediately so I can have my baby back. Wanda was so so so in the right and a man could NEVER understand that

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Multiverse of Madness stuff

The Good:

-I think the cast really made an effort to do the best they could. They did great.

-Wong. I love Wong. I want a whole movie of Wong.

-Maria Rambeau, my beloved. What a treat to see her as Captain Marvel. Restored my heart after the big cry WandaVision gave me.

-Captain Carter. Also a delight to see her again.

-Captain Picard I mean Professor!

-The movie theater clapped so hard I couldn’t hear the exchange between Strange and Reed. It was fun to see him.

-All of them dying horribly two minutes later was a laugh tho. Imagine introducing all the fan favs just for a campy horror death. That was so silly.

-America Chavez. I snorted when she was shit talking Strange in Spanish. Este guëy jaja. I thought she was delightful and so fun. I can’t wait to see her interact with folx like Kate Bishop. Latina lesbians playing in the flowers? I’m here for it. Find your moms!! They’ve probably started a commune somewhere.

-Some of the visuals were very fun. The paint universe! The staircase to nowhere in the beach. The music note battle. A fun score and some fun trips through the multiverse.

-There were some spooky effects and cool moments delivered by Raimi. The souls of the damned were particularly delightful and Wanda’s powers could come off quite terrifying at their best moments. It was such a contrast from America’s shiny star power.

-Wanda breaking the 4th wall. Love it. Had to happen somewhere.

-The final end credit scene was a great laugh.

The Bad:

-Woof, what was that plot? Nothing came together in this movie. It had no point of view. Not only did the characters seem to lack internal drive and consistency, the plot didn’t know where to go and the tone shifted wildly. At times it was horrifically cheesy (horror camp) and then it took itself too seriously.

-Weird inconsistency in the FX. Some visuals were stunning and others looked outdated. The squid eyeball monster, America fleeing the monsters.

-Where was the fun? We’re supposed to be hopping through the multiverse and there was no joy or silliness and despite some cool visuals, no imagination! I was so bored as we dimension hopped. I actually checked my watch.

-It had Strange still pining over Christine and that seemed to be the biggest emotional beat. The most intriguing question - Did Strange do the right thing giving Thanos the time stone? - was raised and never meaningfully addressed. But there was also this weird forced bonding between Strange and America that didn’t land. Why on earth did they make a stand and sacrifice so many? Why not just keep moving? Wanda clearly couldn’t track her immediately. Why did it not occur to anyone to ask America to trust her powers until the last ten minutes? What?

-So Wanda learned nothing from her TV show? Look I’ve never found Wanda’s fake kid storyline to be even a little compelling, but what on earth? She gave up Vision but not the kids? Everyone has to die for this kid dream bc idk evil book made me do it? Well you know how them there women get when they’re emotional and mentally ill. Yeeeeeesh. What a flat presentation of Wanda. They could’ve had a more powerful story of good variant Wanda breaking free and confronting herself but instead she sort of did nothing.

-The entire movie was a rehashing of WandaVision and What If…? Nothing new was learned or gained. No character growth occurred. They posited Wanda as a huge villain but made it seem so low stakes. Wanda wasn’t a threat to our world, but other worlds. She came off as a generic villain in a horror flick. I don’t even believe she’s dead. I already wasn’t that invested in Wanda; less so now.

-They managed to do Christine dirty again.

-I didn’t like the visual of a Black woman burned alive to ash to stab the book. Just didn’t enjoy that.

-No Ned at Kamar-Taj. :(

Overall:

Some good moments and the cast & crew really tried to do the most w a bad script.

#I was falling asleep as I wrote this and dropped my phone #so hopefully it makes sort of sense #multiverse of madness spoilers #dr strange #multiverse of madness #if you loved it pls keep loving it #I don’t blame Raimi he did what he could

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I started watching Multiverse Of Madness tonight (I have 40 minutes left to finish tomorrow) and I have some thoughts:

America Chavez is amazing (she has lesbian parents? Please don’t come for me, I was tired when I started watching)

Wanda, while clearly the bad guy, is my favourite character (go bad bitch, go)

I still cackled when Peggy Carter got disemboweled

Captain Carter is arrogant and I don’t like her

As a mother myself, mad props to Wanda for doing everything she can to reach her kids and I find no fault in her (not sorry)