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sycamorelibrary754 · 5 months

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Merry Christmas

Summary: It’s the most wonderful time of the year. You and Natasha are off to the annual Stark Christmas Party. Little does the team know that a special surprise awaits them.

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Natasha x reader, Avengers x reader (platonic).

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: None

A/N: This is part 2 to Happy Thanksgiving! I recommend reading it first, but it can be read as a stand-alone story as well. I hope you enjoy!

“Be down in a minute, malyshka!” Natasha called from your bedroom.

You were standing in the kitchen eating peanut butter out of the jar topped with chocolate sauce. A “homemade Reese’s” you dubbed it. Your first pregnancy craving that had Nat popping down to the corner grocery store at 2 am for the dynamic duo of ingredients.

“No worries, love!” Already dressed for Tony’s annual Christmas party at the compound. Clad in a green Sequin-Lace Halter Twist-Neck Jumpsuit, your baby bump beginning to show.

The click of Natasha’s high heels signaled her arrival a few moments later in a sleek long-sleeved red scoop-back midi dress that hugged her in all the right places.

“Wow, Nat. You look beautiful. Red is most definitely your color.”

“So you prefer it over the black,” she smirked as she put on her earrings.

“I didn’t say that now, did I,” with a wink.

“The baby enjoying its homemade Reese’s?” grabbing her clutch.

“Very much! I was thinking,” Putting away the chocolate and peanut butter. “Tomorrow we could make fudge!”

“Ah, because the baby has such a sweet tooth?”

“Yes,” you giggled.

“Well, whatever the baby wants, I suppose,” wrapping her arms around you in a loving embrace before leaning down and kissing your stomach.

“You ready to drop the baby bombshell tonight?” Patting the top of Nat’s head.

“Yes, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous,” sighing as she stood up. These are the same people who freaked out when they found out Clint had a family. How are they going to handle this?”

“Like the amazing aunts and uncles they were meant to be,” grabbing Natasha’s hand. “Plus, I think announcing it with the Christmas crackers is a cute idea.”

“I hope so,” placing a soft kiss against your lips.

“Frankly, I’m more surprised Yelena hasn’t blabbed yet.”

“Oh, that’s because I warned her if she told anyone I would make her run with me every morning at 5 am until the baby is born.”

“Well played,” high-fiving your wife.

“Thank you,” she smiled. “Now come on, let’s go get our holiday cheer on.”

*^~^*

The drive to the compound was even more beautiful during the holidays. A light snow fell as you passed house after house dressed in beautiful Christmas lights. Natasha placed her right hand on the center console. You softly intertwined your fingers with hers and placed a soft kiss to the back of her hand.

You are greeted by a rush of warm air upon entering the compound lobby. Natasha shook the delicate snowflakes out of your hair and off your coat. You both step onto the elevator and are welcomed by the soothing voice of FRIDAY.

“Merry Christmas, ladies. Welcome to the annual Stark Christmas party.”

“Merry Christmas, FRIDAY. How’s the party so far?” You asked as the hum the elevator carried you up to living quarters.

“The party is in full swing. Mr. Stark is currently treating guests to a medley of Christmas carols.

“Of course he is,” you giggled.

“You know, he only plays that baby grand piano when he gets a bit tipsy,” Nat said. “When we got home from our month-long undercover mission in Romania, he celebrated on the jet and then made us all listen to his rendition of Dancing Queen.”

“Aww, and I missed it!” Feigning disappointment.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to joyous noise and laughter. An abundance of greens, reds, gold, and silver flashing here and there, adding opulence and brightness. Classic poinsettias tied in tradition, and shiny bows and foiled paper glistened under the 12-foot tall Noble Fir Christmas tree, inviting their recipients to sneak one open before the actual day.

“Hey, the Romanoff’s are finally here!” Clint exclaimed as his kids rushed over to both of you.

Nate jumped into your wife’s arms as you hugged Lila and Cooper. It seemed like every time you saw the Barton kids they had grown a bit more. It was thanks to Banner and Cho that you were carrying a child that would be half yours and half Natasha’s. Looking at Clint and Laura’s kids and how they resembled their parents, you couldn’t wait to see what features your little plum would inherit from each of you.

“How’s my little namesake?” Kissing Nathaniel’s cheek. Have you been practicing the punch and kick combinations I taught you?”

“Practicing the what?” Laura asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, nothing,” Natasha smirked as Nate giggled.

“You two look great, I love the green and red thing you’ve got going on,” Clint said.

“Thank you. Lovely Christmas sweater by the way. I especially love Rudolph’s glowing nose.” you pointed.

“Hey, the Barton’s are the cream of the crop when it comes to ugly Christmas sweaters.”

“Clearly,” Nat teased.

“I’ll take your coats,” Cooper offered.

“Why, thank you. What a gentleman,” you winked at Laura as you handed him yours and Natasha’s pea coats.

You scanned the room and noticed Wanda putting the finishing touches on trays of Christmas cookies. You put a hand on Nat’s shoulder and motioned toward the kitchen. She gave you a quick nod as you meandered over to the counter.

“Wanda, Wanda, Wanda… what do we have here?”

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you,” wrapping you in one of her signature hugs that you loved so much. “This is my parents’ Christmas cookie recipe,” she proudly declared. “I convinced Tony and Pepper to let me handle the desserts this year. So, we’ve got cookies, the Viennese torte is in the fridge and the pumpkin pie is cooling.”

“Wow, you have been busy,” you smiled. “Anything I can do to help?”

“Yes, you can take a cookie and go mingle. I’ll be done in a few minutes,” handing you a charming little cookie decorated like Santa. You took a bite and couldn’t believe it. It was the best cookie you had ever tasted.

“Mhmm, Wanda! This is amazing.”

“That is why I will always vouch for homemade over store bought goodies. Now seriously, go mingle,” shooing you away.

You turned back around to see your wife sitting by the fireplace talking to Steve, champagne in hand. As you started to across the room you were intercepted by a festively-dressed Kate and Lucky.

“Y/N! Hey, oh my gosh, I haven’t seen you in so long! How are you?”

“I’m good! I see you and Lucky are enjoying the party,” petting the Golden Retriever.

“Absolutely, say hello to Santa Paws and Mrs. Claus!” Kate exclaimed. Unfortunately, we’ve lost Yelena. She’s our elf,” glancing around the room.

“Wait, Yelena’s dressed as an elf?” Eyes wide. “Oh, that’s fantastic.”

“Yeah, if you see her will you send her our way? We’re supposed to be taking the photo for our holiday card tonight.”

“Nothing would make me happier,” you smirked with a hand on Kate’s shoulder.

You bid the young archer and pooch farewell and rejoined your wife.

“Hey, deka,” Wrapping her arm around your waste.

“Y/N, I was just telling your wife that she needs to find her holiday spirit and come Christmas caroling with us next week,” Steve said.

“Natasha singing? I’m not sure that would be good for community morale,” you joked

“Says the woman who performs one woman tributes to Harry Styles in the shower?” Nat giggled.

“Hey, my rendition of Sign of the Times is highly praised, I’ll have you know.”

Tony and Pepper join your little huddle with Morgan in tow.

“Romanoffs! You have to try this Hot Buttered Rum,” Tony remarked.

“Oh, I love Hot Buttered Rum, but I think I’ll stick with sparkling cider tonight,” you said “Nat would probably love some though, right, love?”

“Sure,” grabbing the glass from Tony’s hand as Steve looked back at you curiously.

You peered down at Morgan who was sitting on the ottoman next to the fireplace. Ever since you found out you were pregnant you were drawn to children like never before.

“Hi, sweetheart! You look so pretty tonight,” kneeling down to the little girl’s level.

“Thank you, Aunt Y/N,” she grinned.

“Are you excited for Christmas? You are clearly at the top of Santa’s nice list this year.”

“Really?!” Morgan squealed.

“Oh, absolutely, I have a feeling the man in red is going to be very good to you this year,” you winked.

“Did you hear that Daddy? Aunt Y/N said that I’m on the top of the nice list!”

“I sure did, squirt. I didn’t realize Aunt Y/N was so tight with St. Nick,” eyeing you coyly.

“Oh yeah, we’re on a first name basis. I’m surprised you’re not?” Smirking at the billionaire. You loved Tony like a brother, but you enjoyed giving him crap.

“Trust me, Mrs. Romanoff, I’m much closer to Santa than you are.”

“Really, do you have a direct line to the North Pole?”

“Are you having milk and cookies flown in from Holland? Because you know those are his favorite,” raising an eyebrow at you.

“Ooookay, that’s enough,” your wife placing hands on your shoulders from behind. “You both know Santa. You both have giant egos. Merry Christmas,” Nat mocked. Come on Tony, let’s go grab some hors d'oeuvrs for our better halves. I’ll be right back, detka,” leading the billionaire toward the kitchen.

You couldn’t help but admire Natasha as she walked away. Looking back over her shoulder, she smiled at you with all the love in the world. You just about melted right there in front of the fireplace. Snapping out of your love daze, you noticed Pepper grinning at you.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing. I just can’t help but notice how glowing you look tonight,” as Morgan pulled her away towards Clint’s kids and Steve strolled away to join Bucky in conversation with Rhodes.

“Pssst… Pssst!”

You turned around just as a styrofoam snowball was about to hit you in face. You caught it in one swift motion.

“Nice catch,” a Russian voice said.

“Yelena, where are you?” Glancing around not seeing your sister-in-law.

“Over here,” poking her head out from the behind the seven-foot snowman next to the pool table.

“Oh, now don’t you look adorable as an elf,” you giggled.

“If you weren’t pregnant with my niece or nephew you would be hanging upside down from the rafters right now.”

“You know Kate and Lucky are looking for you, right?”

“Why do you think I’m hiding behind the giant snowman? Kate Bishop forced me to dress in this saccharin American Christmas costume and now she wants photographic evidence of it.”

“Because she loves you, silly,” your arms crossed over your chest.

“Detka, it’s time for dinner. Let’s go—“Natasha stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of her sister. “Oh my God,” she burst into laughter.

“Tred carefully, sestra,” Yelena threatened.

“No, I love it. I think this qualifies as new mission suit attire,” poking the bell dangling from her elf hat. “Maybe you can get Stark to upgrade this outfit with Widow Bites.”

“Do you have a death wish?” Yelena sneered.

“Come on you adorable elf, it’s time for dinner,” placing an arm around your best friend’s shoulder.

*^~^*

You took your seat next to your wife at the Astoria Grand Giovani dining table. Natasha quietly squeezed your hand. You looked over with a shy smile and a festive blush on your cheeks.

Pepper stood up from her seat next to Tony at the head of the table. “Before we enjoy this lovely holiday feast, I just wanted to take a moment to tell you how grateful we are that you’re all here,” grasping Tony’s hand. “Everyone in this room knows how precious life is and we don’t take a moment of it for granted. We love you and Merry Christmas.”

“Here, here!” Thor declared a couple seats down from you as glasses clinked around the table.

A traditional Christmas dinner soon filled your plate. Roasted turkey with all the trimmings. Home baked bread, mashed potatoes and garden veggies gently roasted, drizzled in balsamic vinegar. The group drank, were merry, and told the most terrible of jokes.

Pregnancy mood swings were becoming commonplace and as the dinner wore on, you suddenly found yourself overwhelmed with emotion at the sight of your extended family enjoying the holiday season together.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Carol looked at you with concern in her eyes from across the table.

“Oh, yeah” dabbing at the corner of your eyes with your napkin. “I’m fine.”

“The holidays always make her a bit emotional,” Natasha offered laying her head comfortingly on your shoulder.

After dinner you helped Wanda serve the desserts. The Christmas cookies took their place in the center of the table, flanked by the Viennese torte and the pumpkin pie. Coffee and dessert wine circulated around the table.

The group of full bellies and ever so slightly sleepy eyes then made their way to the living room to relax. Christmas music softly enveloped the room as the kids were discussing what they hoped Santa was going to bring them this year.

“Okay, Kate Bishop. Let’s get this picture over with. I want to put on my pajamas,” Yelena announced as she stood from the sofa.

“Yay!! Okay, don’t move. Lucky! Here boy,” calling the dog who promptly romped over. “Vision, can you take the picture?”

“Of course Ms. Bishop.” Taking the Canon EOS R-50 from the archer.

“It is customary to say cheese before a picture, but since it is Christmas time perhaps you should say mistletoe?”

“Just take the picture,” Yelena deadpanned

“Mistletoe!” Kate yelled.

“We’re going to get one of these cards right?” Looking at your wife.

“I had Kate put us down for two,” she smirked.

*^~^*

As night fell, you rested your weary head on Nat’s lap as she ran her fingers through your hair.

Natasha looked at her watch. “You ready to drop the baby bomb?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be. I’ll get the Christmas crackers,” rising from the sofa.

“Umm, everyone. Y/N and I have a special gift for you all,” your wife announced nervously as you passed out the gold and silver novelties to the team.

“Christmas crackers? I have to be honest, I was hoping for something a bit more extravagant… Oww!” Tony whined, as Pepper pinching him on the arm.

You smiled with nervous anticipation as you reached for Natasha. The snap of the festive crackers echoed across the room. Clint was the first to reach inside and remove the tiny gift. A small round ceramic white ornament tied to a red ribbon appeared in his hand. Lila, Cooper, and Nate huddled around their dad to get a glimpse as Clint read the inscription.

“Uncle Clint?” Looking up at Natasha in shock.

“No way!” Sam shouted.

Wanda, Carol, and Kate all screamed at the sight of their own ornaments. Their names adorned with the title of Aunt.

“This is joyous news!” Thor crowed.

Pepper got up immediately and embraced you in a warm hug as Laura did the same with Natasha.

“How far along are you?” Wanda asked.

“Almost three months,” Yelena cut in.

“You knew?! Why didn’t you tell me?” Kate shouted; slapping her girlfriend on the arm.

“Because I want to sleep in!”

“I’m so happy for you, Nat,” Steve kissing her on the cheek.

Bucky wrapped his arms around you with a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“You ready to be Uncle Bucky?” Your eyes meeting his gaze.

“Oh God,” his face like a deer in the headlights.

“You’ll be great, Buck,” you giggled.

Bruce and Helen embraced Natasha in a tandem hug.

“I’m so relieved everyone knows,” Helen said turning to you. “Now we can openly discuss your pregnancy. Have you been continuing with your prenatal vitamins?”

And remember, you have an appointment on Friday,” Bruce interjected.

“Yes and yes,” you said as Natasha placed a soft kiss to your cheek and then another to your belly.

Tony walked up to you with that signature smirk on his face. You mentally prepared yourself for a signature Stark one-liner or some stupid joke. Instead, he took you by surprise when he wrapped you in a warm embrace.

“Congratulations, Romanoff. Looks like you do know Santa best.”

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velvet-paradox · 8 months

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Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: König x Female reader Summary: You're out on the town with your friends but it's your guys' job to make sure you're safe. Length: Medium Warnings: NSFW 18 + ONLY, strong language, explicit content, jealous!König, big guy is a little creep, drinking, established relationship, unprotected p in v, voyeurism, sex in a bathroom, dirty talking, creampie, detailed smut.

Tagging: @synnersaintaint @shyjellyfish26 @kosmokenny @butterscotch-babie @cesneo @deaddainish @allkot @jacket-slut99 @hers-area @1-fuzzy-squirrels @hailmesuckers @ella-bella-ella @spookylilbay @t6ylors @salamanderstuff @hh-spnxx @akii1833 @malyshka-3 @etoilebleue @gremlingottoosilly @talktothemoon2 (I couldn't tag everyone for whatever reason)

p.s. this isn't inspired by The Virus of Life by Slipknot but it fits the mood I'm going for so if you wanna' read this while listening to or listen to it general bc it's a perfect song, go right ahead!

ENJOY!!!

He can't help it. Not really. He told you to go (even helped you zip up that pretty black dress, bending down on his knees as he clasped your heels too), told you to have fun, call if you needed him, text him to pick you up, go through the drive-thru and get your favorite go-to hangover meal. He knew you would be drinking and dancing with your friends. The thought of what other people, men in particular would be looking at once you left the house made him hot. Made him possessive. But, as smooth as glass on silk König looped his hood over your head at the door, kissing you hard before waving you off, giving your ass a firm squeeze.

König saw fucking crimson as soon as the car full of giddy women pulled away from the curb.

He caught the kiss you blew him before he slammed the door shut and stomped through the house, taking the stairs two at a time, he threw off the hood and sat down at his computer. He turned on his work tablet that he just so conveniently take home with him. He knew what he was doing.

He wiped a hand down his face, green eyes glowing from his computer screens. He used them for gaming, for work emails and new weapons he'd long for. You had your own laptop so using his wasn't really on your radar. So as König typed in coordinates and accessed street cameras and the like, he thought how silly of you.

You had no reason to questions his methods, he was yours, his main priority is to keep you safe and happy and healthy. By any means necessary. And much like his job in the military; he took his job very, very seriously.

While his tablet tracked your location that he'd check every so often, he found your girlfriends' car on the highway, a grin on his face.

Gotcha' sweetheart.

His eyes flitted back and forth as he monitored the cameras.

While König was jealous of the looks you'd be getting, breaking necks and hearts with the way you swayed your hips, helping one of your friends out the of the car at the curb. It was a swanky sort of club at least, he thought. Everyone that he saw and silently judged as a potential threat, it made him warm and it also made him rock fucking hard.

Without knowing or giving it much thought at all, you looked up at a random camera at the stoplight.

Fucks sake… if you only knew what he'd do to keep you safe.

….

It was quite concerning to him how easily he was able to hack into the clubs' security system. They certainly needed better IT in this joint, he chuckled darkly as he maneuvered through the camera's, squinting in the dark and flashing lights. It was packed. He had trouble finding you at first, too many dresses, too many pretty women.

He bit his thumb when he found you.

For the most part you danced with your friends at back booth, he watched you down a few shots already, grooving to the beat of unheard music as you sipped on another drink. Even though it was dark and murky in the club, he mused it was most likely a Bee's Knee's. You love those.

König soon took notice of a man in a very expensive looking suit pass by your table, that's three times in the last fifteen minutes and it wasn't for the bathroom as he'd already scoped that out. König leaned forward, creaking his chair to get a better view.

You had your back toward him, laughing with two of your friends who could still stand, the other two were already sitting down nursing a few cold glasses of water.

If you pass by one more fucking time you dummkopf…

That's it. König grabbed his mask, fought with his boots downstairs and almost forgot the keys to the truck. Grumbling to himself that he should've just gone with you, stayed in the background, blended in to the noise.

He parked the truck violently, coming to a screech in the alley. As luck would have it, an employee of the club was busy taking out some trash and clinking empty bottles of booze, propping up the door just enough for the larger man to slip through unannounced. The music was loud in his ears, heart pumping with the steady rhythm of the bass. The lighting in here was on purposely poor, made for better make out corners and hook-ups he'd concludes as he shifted along the back wall.

Eyes scanning, heart pounding, the threat of you not being here made him move quicker. That little creep better stay away from you, if he know what's good for him, König thought as he made his way around the club. He saw your seated friends then, eyes frantic to find you.

Where are you? Where are you?

Just then he caught something shining in the dim lighting, something bright.

König relaxed a bit more when he saw it was you, holding up your left hand, showing off the wedding ring on your finger to fuck-face. With a huff he shifted his weight, towering over everyone around him, as usual, and made a beeline for your frame.

"Where is he then?"

"Trust me; he's just a phone call away."

"Shame… a real pity he let you out of his sight tonight."

"Is that so?"

"She is never out of my sight."

The poor man must've gave you some pretty wide eyes while you instead smiled, popping your hip and looking up at him. The guy turned and by the look on his face, was not at all prepared to see just who put that little ring on your finger. König grinned and tilted his head, crossing his arms he bent over.

"Boo."

The man let out shriek and took his nosy ass and what was left of his drink and melted back into the dancing crowd.

"I had it handled you know?" You said, sipping down the rest of your own drink.

"I saw that," König countered, sauntering forward to close the not so wide gap. From his height of course, he could see your cleavage perfectly and he just couldn't help himself but sigh quietly. "I'll admit it has been awhile since I've intimated someone. Felt good."

"I bet. Do you want to intimidate me?" You asked, batting your lashes ever so cutely.

Now that was certainly an idea he just might have to entertain.

….

Waving 'hi, hello, good to see you, goodbye' all at once to your friends was a blur, hefting you over his broad shoulder, carrying you away towards the restrooms. Lucky for you both, other than the gendered bathrooms there was a Family Room option, which meant private. Just what he wanted.

He set you down on your heels, clicking loudly on the tile floor as you tugged down the hem of your dress. Until he stopped you. He took your purse and strung it up on the hook, whirling on you he grabbed at the silky material, shifting it up your legs, bunching it at your waist. He clicked his tongue at you.

"And just where or where did your little panties go, hmm?"

"I didn't wear any." You coyishly toyed with the bottom of his mask.

"Is that so?"

"Mhmm."

"Now that's just bad girl behavior." König pressed, leaning on his arm above your head, smiling to himself that he could see your breath hitch in your throat, your chest rising and falling much quicker now. "I should do something about that."

"Yes you should."

You moaned when his free hand found a welcome home between your thighs.

"My my, what have we here? A needy little slit, already wet for me." König sighed, gathering more and more of your slick along his fingers before breaching your tight hole. Your lashes fluttered so sweetly. "I shouldn't even be doing this. You're drunk."

You huffed when he began to retract out of your wetness. "No no no I'm not drunk, honey. I swear. I'm just buzzed, I can still--"

"Ah ah. Don't lie to me, pretty girl. I know you had two Bee's Knee's and a few shots so far."

Your face screwed up when you looked at him. "How do you know that?"

König just chuckled and pulled his finger out, leaving you whining and stunned with his answer.

Low and slow König tapped your nose. "Like I told that dummkopf; you are always in my sight."

He didn't give you even a millisecond before he hunched over, dragging his mask down his face, locking eyes as you bit your lip at the bare sight of him.

….

König made you face the bathroom mirror, told you to hold onto the cool porcelain, bend over, stick that cute ass or yours out. The groan that filled the room vibrated off the walls.

He hunched over your back, "I'm gonna' love you now. Hold on fucking tight."

The crown of his cock split you open, little by little your pussy bloomed open and wet for him as you arched, your back cracked as your shoulder blades threatened to touch.

"Fuck!" You hung your head and rocked on your heels as you adjusted, further and further he pushed himself into you.

He licked his lips at the noises coming from your mouth as he started fucking you, humping you as he wound an arm around your middle, gripping your soft dress. His fingers digging into your skin.

After a particularly hard thrust, you snapped your head up, locking eyes with him in the mirror. You keened and gripped the sink like it had the potential to save you from your husbands' onslaught.

"Fuck you pretty pretty thing, you feel even better than you did this morning," König grunted, slamming into you hard, practically jostling you like a rag doll on his cock. He stilled and panted into the back of your head. "You look so fucking good, so fucking filthy like this, my dear. Look at yourself," with that he grabbed a handful of your hair, jerking you up, blinking at your fucked out expression, mouth agape and glistening. "Awww look at that pretty little face."

He felt you clench around him, pleased he wrenched free his cock, spitting on it as you whined and pushed back against him. "Needy are we, dear?"

"Yes. Oh God yes, I'm so desperate. So so desperate for you." Your ring clinked against the sink when you moved, looking at him over your shoulder, mouth open and waiting for a kiss.

You nipped his tongue after he fucked it into your mouth, giving your ear an experimental bite as he moaned and breathed in your ear.

"Fuck you are so fucking pretty, my pretty little wife," König slapped his wet cock against one of your ass cheeks, it sounded so loud and so filthy. So damn good. "Oh you poor thing. You need it so badly don't you? Need your husbands' cock right back in that wet little cunt of yours. Fucking you out, stretching you out, fuck yes."

"Always." You whined and met him thrust for thrust, settling into a steady pace as he placed kiss after kiss to your neck, your shoulder, biting the strap of your dress as he cupped one of your breasts.

"Yeah you do. Look at you, just ready to be used like the little toy that you are, right? Leaving the house without panties... slut behavior, easier access for me in the end though."

König seemed to be talking to himself as you had become just a puddle, his personal fleshlight as he eased his way back into you.

Your cunt greedily sucked him back in, thrust after thrust as he groaned and grunted, half English tangled with his native tongue. He growled the second you pushed back against him, taking him harder, bowing and whining as if you two were in the sanctuary of your bedroom and not in a public bathroom.

A shower was going to be an absolute must.

Suddenly he lifted one of your legs, gathering you close to his chest, changing the angle to a decadent surprise. Both of your eyes locked on the sight of his cock stretching you out in the mirror.

"Oh my God." You whimpered, eyes watery and focused on how huge he looked. Your gummy walls fluttered around him making him sweat.

"I'm afraid there is no God here, mein engel," he clicked his teeth, shaking his head with a sinister grin, licking the shell of your ear he half whispered. "There is only me. Just you and me. Just your king."

You moaned behind your clenched teeth as you came, legs on the verge of giving out, trembling in his hold. König enjoyed the flood of your arousal encapsulating him, throbbing hot.

"Awww my dear, you couldn't hold it any longer. You poor dear thing, just empty and ready for me to fill you back up, hmmm?" König mused, chuckling darkly before pulling out once more, shoving you up against the wall, your hands slapping against the painted brick, turning your head against it.

You bit your lip at the sight of yourselves in the mirror, arching and wiggling your ass towards him. The jangling of his belt when you fucked you again had left you dizzy, you voiced it, screwing your eyes shut. König got a thrill out of that. Telling you what a good little wife you were, how deep you were taking him, how badly he wanted to fuck you all over again once you made it home.

"That's it baby, good fucking girl. Look at that pretty little girl in the mirror getting whatever she wants." He even went a little far as to little slap your face, holding your chin as his thighs slapped against your ass. "Good job. Take it baby, you're gonna' take it. Oh fuck. You want to feel me cum inside you? Yeah you do, yeah you fucking do."

You sobbed as he came, shooting a few healthy ropes of cum into you. He ground himself against you, pushing his semen even deeper into your pliant body. Your breathing was erratic at best, licking the drool from your lips.

König slowly pulled out, a thick glob dribbled out of your hole, dripping down your inner thigh. He had half a mind to scoop it back up and push it back inside your sensitive cunt, those intrusive thoughts to have you completely full of him, drove him wild. He'd beat off to that image later. Instead he told you leave it, pulling your dress back down and turned you around to face him.

You giggled when he kissed you. "I fucking love when you cum inside me. Makes me feel so good, so warm." You rubbed your thighs together and he laughed with you, fixing himself up while you grabbed your purse and checked your make up. Only a little smeared.

"You're a naughty little thing, you know? Walking out of here with cum leaking out of you. What would your friends think, hmmm?"

Your laugh was louder than expected as you touched his shoulder once his hood was on and you'd opened the bathroom door to the steady pulse of the music.

"Trust me my love, you don't want to hear their stories!"

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randomshyperson · 1 year

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Trick or treat - Wanda Maximoff [Kinktober Blurb]

Summary: Wanda wants to show you this year's Halloween costume.

Warnings: (+18), suggestive language, brief fingering (w receiving), brat wanda. | Words: 554

A/N-> Hey people, last blurb before the final one. Hope you like!

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Sit and wait.

They were simple orders, and yet, you were impatiently tapping your foot on the floor, your fingers against the chair.

Wanda was taking her time inside that closet, and well, you were already late. Tony could be a pain in the ass about this sort of thing and you wouldn't want to start the Halloween celebration with a scolding.

Just when you were thinking of calling for her, Wanda appeared in the room. And well, you forgot how to form a sentence.

"Did you like my costume, detka?" Her tone was falsely shy because, from your reaction and the smile threatening to leave her lips, Wanda knew very well how attractive she was now.

"Fuck me." You gasped softly, running your gaze over the figure in front of you, taking in every bit of skin visible through the short witch costume she had altered, because it certainly wasn't the same one you had bought together weeks ago. "Wanda, you look so fucking hot."

She giggled devilishly, her cheeks flushing. And when she spun around, half of her ass was visible. "Do you really think so?

You could only nod, not trusting your own words when all you could imagine was sliding your hand between her legs. She seemed to be amused by your reaction and purposely stood in front of the mirror, ignoring you somewhat. You tried to control your own breathing, letting your gaze run down her legs.

"Do you think I should wear boots or sneakers with this one?" Wanda asks but it must be rhetorical because there is no chance she expects you to answer anything when she is looking like that. When she realizes that you are not going to answer, and keeps staring at her, she gives another giggle. Not even a minute later, she is bending down to pick up black booties, and you choke on the image of her ass leaning toward you, being able to see now, the lack of panties.

"For heaven's sake." You complained with your face burning. Wanda looks at you innocently.

"What's wrong, malyshka?" She asks, but you huff impatiently.

"Really? Come here, give me a kiss." You demand, and she raises an eyebrow, her boots in one hand.

"Is that any way to ask?"

You roll your eyes and stand up. Your steady gait toward her makes Wanda sigh, her boots falling to the ground as soon as you reach her.

"I loved the surprise, Wands, but if you think you are going to any party dressed like that you are so wrong. I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk much less dance." You whisper as your hands move to slide the straps of her garment off and Wanda is so wet she feels the wetness drip down her thighs. She bites her lip, shuddering at the sensation of your fingers scratching her skin.

Despite the way she was shivering, she manages to face you with mischief shining in her eyes. "We promised Kate and Peter that we would join in trick-or-treating." She tries to ration, but her eyes are closing on instinct as your lips find her neck.

You smile against her skin. "I'm sure they'll survive, honey." You whisper humorously, one hand finding Wanda's nipple. "And believe me, I'm up for plenty of tricks."

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A New Normal

Part 3 of Monet Issues and Reborn

Summary: It’s been 2 months since the Avengers saved you from HYDRA and you are trying to learn to use these new ability you’ve been given and trying to put on a brave face for those around you. But when a nightmare wakes you up everything becomes to much.

Warning: Nightmare, mention of past torture, injury, mention of a feeding tube.

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“We’ll call it there,” Wanda said. You fell to your back, staring up at the ceiling of the training room. The workout clothes you were wearing stuck to your skin from sweat. You heard footsteps walking over to you and Wanda sat down next to you handing you a water bottle. You took it, sat up, and downed it. The cool water provided temporary relief, you needed a shower. “You did well today. A few more sessions like this and you should be cleared to go home.” You smiled but you knew it didn’t reach your eyes.

“Thanks, Wands,” you stood up stretching your muscles. “I’m gonna hit the showers if anyone is looking for me.” You didn’t wait for her to respond as you headed toward your room.

As soon as the door shut behind you you released a breath you were holding. You shed off your workout clothes, set the shower to your desired temperature, and got it. The repetitive pounding of the water relaxed your muscles. You rested your head on the title and watched the water drip down the drain. Staying at the compound was your idea although the rest of the Avengers agreed. It’s been 2 months since HYDRA kidnapped you. On the outside, you were making insane progress. Your scars were healing and you were training to control your newfound ability. It was why you decided to stay. You couldn’t set a reporter on fire if they upset you with their question, that would be bad business. So you weren’t leaving until you had it under control.

On the inside, you were struggling. Every time you closed your eyes you were strapped to that chair with the doctor’s hands on you. You felt an insane amount of guilt for telling them what factory the Avengers were interested in. They were constantly telling you it was alright. You didn’t believe them.

You put your body on a towel and cleaned yourself. You were exhausted, right down to your bones. Your time was split between training, running your company, spending time with Natasha, and rebuilding your relationship with your father. “Miss. Stark,” the AI said. “Miss. Romanoff is asking if she could join you in the shower.” You sighed, looking up at the water as it fell down your face.

“Tell Miss. Romanoff that I’ll meet her in the kitchen. She can make me lunch.” That was the other thing, you barely had a moment to yourself. The others were afraid that HYDRA was going to snatch you up. You turned the water off and wrapped a towel around you. You didn’t recognize the person in the mirror as you stared at your reflection. Dark bags were underneath your eyes from lack of sleep. You traced the scars from the IV and the injection that gave you powers. Your eyes. Now a red instead of your birth color. You looked down at your hands, flicking your wrist and a flame grew in the palm of your hand. It danced along your palm and up and down your fingers.

“Miss. Stark, lunch is ready.” You put out the flame with a sigh. You just wanted it all to stop.

Natasha set a plate of leftovers in front of you along with a glass of water. She kissed your cheek. “How was training, malyshka (baby girl)?” You cut up the steak.

“Good, Wanda said I may be able to go back to the city soon,” you didn’t miss the flicker of worry in her eyes. “I can’t stay here forever.” You said. Natasha sighed, picking up a piece of steak from your plate and eating it.

“I know I just worry,” you nodded, taking a sip of your water. She cupped your face in her hands. “You look exhausted,” She said. “Why don’t we call it an early night and watch a movie?” That did sound nice.

“I can’t,” you said. “Well, maybe we can watch a movie after but it’s Wednesday Tony and I hang out.” It was an effort to rebuild your relationship. Tony set aside time on certain days of the week to hang out with you. A lot of the time was spent in his lab both working on individual projects but it was nice being in his presence. Your girl-no Natasha smiled. You weren’t sure what to label your relationship with the Black Widow.

“I’m proud of you,” you were sure she was but sometimes it was hard to read Natasha. Since you were released from med bay, you both have been dancing around what she wanted to talk about. You had a feeling you knew what she wanted to say but you weren’t ready for that.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” you said with a smile.

“Kid, are you listening to me?” Tony asked. You were staring blankly at your laptop, trying to look over last month's numbers. The numbers and words were blurring together. Your eyes burned.

“Mhm,” you said, looking at your father. He smiled.

“I asked if you could look at these blueprints. I want your opinion on the new design,” you set your laptop down on the side table and stood up. Your shoulders cracked as you stretched and walked over to the table he was standing at. The blueprints were a modification of the Widow Bites Yelena and Natasha used. You knew Tony was talking but the words weren’t reaching you. You stared at the table, not understanding a thing. “Hey,” Tony said softly. The change in his tone broke through the fog. “Go to bed. You can barely stand.”

“What? No. I’m fine. Just repeat what you said,” Tony smiled, shaking his head.

“It’s not important. What is important is your health and I know the signs of sleep deprivation. Go to bed.” You sighed.

“Are you sure?” You asked. He nodded. “Do you want to meet for breakfast in the morning?”

“Yeah, sounds like a plan,” you picked up your laptop. “Night kid.” He kissed you on the side of your head.

“Night dad.” You said, leaving your lap and heading towards your room. When you got inside your room, you put your laptop down and climbed into bed. Sleep welcomed you in an instant.

Natasha opened your door quietly. She smiled at the sight. You were curled up under the blankets with your arms underneath your pillow. On quiet feet, Natasha walked over to the bed and slid underneath the covers. Your eyes opened slightly. “Tash,” you mumbled.

“Is this okay?” She asked. You nodded.

“Hold me,” you turned on your side so Natasha’s front could be pressed against your back. The Black Widow put her arm under your head and her other arm around your waist, pulling you closer to her. You hummed happily.

“Sleep,” Natasha whispered. It was moments like this that Natasha was going to miss when you returned to the city. You were safe in her arms. In her room or yours, it was your haven and away from the prying eyes of the team and your father. Natasha kissed your shoulder, where your sleep shirt was falling. She closed her eyes and allowed the steady beat of your heart to lure her to sleep.

A soft whimper woke the Black Widow up. She slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. You both shifted in your sleep. You were acing her, eyebrows pinched together, and frown on your face. You whimpered again and the sound broke Natasha’s heart. She knew nightmares were going to be part of your recovery process but this was the first time you allowed her to sleep with you besides small naps after training. “Malyshka (baby girl),” Natasha said. She didn’t want to touch you or startle you awake. “Wake up sweetheart. You're safe.”

“No,” you mumbled. Eyes were still closed.

“Yes, you’re safe. It’s just a nightmare. Come back to me.” Natasha felt the temperature of the room increase. She had to wake you up. “Y/n,” she said louder. You sat up with a gasp, a ball of fire formed in your hand and you grabbed onto Natasha’s arm. The Black Widow yelled in pain and clenched her arm to her chest. Her shout pulled you out of your nightmare-induced fog.

“Natasha I-” your eyes were glued to her burned skin. You scrambled off the bed and pressed your back against the wall.

“It’s fine,” Natasha winched. “You didn’t mean to.” She saw the panic and guilt running through your eyes. Your door swung open and Tony and Yelena came rushing into your room, armed with weapons. Yelena lowered her Widow Bite and rushed to Natasha’s side.

“What did you do?” She asked.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” you were gasping for air. Tony walked over to Natasha and used his gauntlet to spray a cooling spray on the burn. The commotion woke up the others.

“I’m fine,” Natasha said. “It was an accident.” She looked at you but your eyes were darting around the room.

You needed to get out of here. The sleep shirt was sticking to your skin. The temperature of the room was increasing. “Squirt,” Tony said, taking a few hesitant steps toward you. “I need you to breathe for me.”

“Stay away from me,” you said.

“Okay,” he stopped, walking. “But I still need you to breathe.” You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to focus on calming down the organ that was pounding in your chest. When you reopened your eyes, you were back in that cell. Your arms were locked down by metal cuffs and the doctor was standing in front of you with a syringe in her hands.

“No!” You yelled. “No! Get away from me!” You punched a fireball forward. You heard screams but you jumped to your feet and pushed past the guards. You ran. You ran and ran until your bare feet hit the grass. You slipped slightly on the dew but continued until you fit the woods. A fallen tree branch snagged your foot and set you tumbling to the ground. You groaned as your back hit a tree. But you didn’t bother to stand. You curled yourself up into a fetal position and squeezed your eyes shut. Natasha’s scream echoed in your ears. Yelena’s look of disgust and anger danced behind your eyes. It was becoming too much. You screamed. You screamed until your throat went raw and you felt the flames of your powers but you didn’t care. It was good to feel anything else besides fear.

Tony acted quickly to put out the fire that spread on your bedsheets. “Yelena, I’m fine.” Natasha pushed her sister away from her.

“She burned you!”

“And it was an accident,” she said. Tony knew Natasha was going to have to see Helen and surgery may be needed to fix the skin on her arm.

“We need to find her,” Wanda said. The billionaire wasn’t sure when the witch showed up. “Her powers are connected to her emotions. She’s unstable and she could hurt herself or someone else.”

“Boss,” FRIDAY said before Tony could ask the AI to find you. “There is a fire on the west side of the woods and it’s spreading.”

“Avengers,” Steve ordered. “Suit up.”

You woke up in med bay. The last thing you remembered was your father walking through the flames you created in his Iron Man suit and picking you up. “Squirt,” Tony whispered. You rolled onto your side and ignored him. “Come on kid. No one is upset with you.” You still didn’t answer him. “You don’t have to talk now but we are here for you. I’m here for you.”

It didn’t matter who entered your room. Natasha came to talk to you with her arm wrapped. Yelena tried to apologize and Wanda said that these things happened, but you didn’t talk to anyone. You didn’t even eat when they brought you food. Helen did threaten to put a feeding tube down your throat if you didn’t eat something, so you drank a protein shake. You were just so tired.

“Egghead,” you looked at the door and saw Taylor standing there. You’ve spent the past 3 days in med bay since your nightmare. “Are you done throwing yourself a pity party?” You rolled your eyes and lay down. “Oh no. You aren’t giving your best friend the silent treatment.” She sat in the chair next to you. “Come on, talk to me.” You slowly turned to face her, eyes burning with unshed tears. Not many people knew how you changed; Emily and Taylor were told as soon as you got back. The media were told that you were staying at the compound to recover. “Awe buddy,” she said. “It’s okay to cry.” You did. The dam snapped and you choked on a sob. Taylor ran her hand over your hair and whipped the tears. You grabbed onto her hand and held it like a lifeline.

“Why did this happen to me?” You asked. She sighed.

“I don’t know bud. Maybe the universe thought you were the strongest one to handle it.” Taylor squeezed her hand.

“I don’t want to be strong,” you whispered. “I wish this didn’t happen to me and everything went back to normal.” She stood up and laid down on the bed next to you, bringing you into her arms. You let a few more tears fall on her shirt. “I didn’t mean to hurt her,” you finally said. You didn’t even remember the nightmare that woke you up but you remember her screams.

“I know,” Taylor said. “It was an accident.”

“What if I hurt more people?” You asked. Taylor didn’t say anything right away. She ran her hand up and down her back.

“You won’t well you may be not intentionally,” she shifted on the bed and forced you to sit up. You crossed your legs to give her more room. She took your hands and put them in front of you, your palms facing up. She traced the lines on your hands. You were a bad person. Bad people hurt people. “You aren’t a bad person or a monster,” she whispered. It was like she knew what you were thinking. “There are many differences between you and the people who kidnapped you but one thing is that they hurt you with a purpose, with horrible intent to hurt you and those who love you.” She placed her hands on top of yours so her palms were on yours. “Because of them, you were given this new ability. You are still learning to live with it. So if you burn us or set us on fire,” she smiled. “We won’t blame you but those who hurt you.” You sniffled, whipping your eyes.

“I should have you do the speeches for our next gala,” you smiled. “That was good.” Taylor rolled her eyes and punched your shoulder. You laughed. It felt so good to laugh. “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too,” she said. “Now they’ve said you haven’t eaten. What do you want?” You bite your thumb as you thought.

“A burger and a milkshake,” Taylor smiled.

“Sit tight and I’ll go get it,” she got out of bed and stretched. “Your father is one the richest men in the world, why is this bed so uncomfortable?” You laughed, shaking your head.

“Thank you, Tay.”

“No problem. I can’t have you spiral down into a depressive episode for too long. I don’t want to run this company by myself.”

Once you ate the food Taylor brought you, you felt much better. She convinced you to get out of bed and go talk to everyone. You made your rounds, accepting Yelena’s apology and seeing your father in his lab. FRIDAY told you that Natasha was sitting by the pound on the compound’s property. On quiet feet, you walked up to her (ignoring the trees you destroyed) and watched her. She was sewing a ribbon on a new pair of pointe shoes. You knew she was lost in her thoughts because she didn’t know you were there. “Hi,” you finally said. She spun around to look at you. “Mind if I join you?”

“Of course,” you sat down next to her. Her arm was still wrapped. Tony told you she had a small surgery to repair the skin on her arm. With careful hands, you traced the bandage. “I don’t blame,” she said. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I know,” you whispered. “But I am sorry.” Natasha kissed the top of your head. “Are we okay?”

“Yeah, malyshka (baby girl),” she made a few more stitches on her shoes then looked at you. “Our relationship didn’t start the conventional way and at the beginning, it was just sex,” you felt your anxiety spike. She grabbed your hand and interlocked her fingers with yours. “But rather quickly you became someone I cared about. I craved spending time with you, not just on a physical level.” Natasha faced you. You stared into her green eyes, a color you missed. “I love you. I have for a long time but never knew how to tell you.” The woman in front of you once believed that love was for children, a weakness but now she just confessed that she loved you. “It’s okay if-” you cut her off with a kiss. You put your hands on her face and moved to her neck, pulling her closer to you. You kissed her until the need for air became apparent and Natasha ended the kiss. She rested her forehead against yours.

“I love you too, Natasha Romanoff,” you said. You moved your hands down her arms, careful of her surgical spot. “I hate that this happened to me. That they used me to hurt you and my dad.” You sat back slightly so you could look at her. “Taylor said that maybe this happened because the universe knew I was strong enough to overcome it. I don’t think that’s true.”

“Sweetheart..”

“Sh, let me finish,” you smiled. “I think I’ll overcome this because the people next to me make me strong. They love me, support me, and stay by my side even when I burn them,” Natasha chuckled.

“You will always impress me, moya lyubov' (my love),” you smiled, grabbing Natasha’s hands and kissing them. “You’ll get through this.”

“Of course, I will,” you said. “I have you.”

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Imagine that Air Force one shot with reader having to leave a pregnant Wanda behind to go on a mission

The day you left me behind - Wanda Maximoff x airforce f!reader

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Request: ‘ Imagine that Air Force one shot with reader having to leave a pregnant Wanda behind to go on a mission.’ Warnings: One-Shot ANGST. Fluff too.

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“I love this song so much…” Y/N whispered with her eyes closed, hugging to her wife's hips. Both moved slowly to the exquisite voice of Bing Crosby, singing 'I Don't Want To Walk Without You'.

That wonderful song that was playing on the phonograph.

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The sokovian's hair was immaculate and perfect, she was wearing a beautiful light blue dress with an adorable bow on her chest.

A gleaming pearl necklace that shone as brightly as her smile, a completely happy smile and green eyes that showed how in love she was with her. Y/N wore the suit tight to her body, her hair was usually tied up in a braid, but this time she had decided to leave it loose.

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It was one of the few times that Y/N didn't wear her uniform with its bunch of United States Army Air Forces medals, pins, and patches.

One of the first female pilots in the army, Y/N Y/L/N, who had recently been promoted. ㅤㅤㅤ

“Oh, Baby, please come back or you'll break my heart for me… 'Cause I don't want to walk without you.” Wanda sang in a very low voice, enjoying the dance after that dinner she made.

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She wanted everything to be perfect and it had been. A candlelight dinner, soft music and the closeness between the two. It felt perfect.

Once the song ended, Y/N ended finally the distance between them to kiss those lips that she loved so much. Those lips that complemented hers perfectly.

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“I think I'll open a bottle of wine, it's a wonderful night.” Y/N smiled against her beloved's lips and then pulled away from her. “Do you want to drink white wine or red wine?”

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Wanda was silent for a moment, noticing how Y/N was looking for the bottle, but receiving no answer, the brunette turned to see her.

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“Wands?”

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“I don’t think I should drink wine…” Wanda whispered, biting her lower lip after blurting it out. She hoped that Y/N understood the situation, but the brunette just frowned.

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“Do you want to drink beer maybe? Whatever you want, darling.” Y/N seemed not to understand, which caused Wanda to let out a sweet little laugh. Oh, Y/L was… adorable. Badass but adorable.

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“I don't think it's good for us to drink alcohol, detka. I haven't been feeling well these days…” She wrinkled her nose, placing her hands on her own belly so that Y/N would finally notice. “I probably won't do it for about nine months.”

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A few seconds after that, Y/N seemed to be just as confused until reality hit her. Hit her so hard that she thought the red wine bottle would fall from her hands, but she managed to hold on to it.

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Wanda slowly approached until she was in front of Y/N. She was taller than her. “I’m pregnant.”

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The woman's eyes remained open, so big that Wanda believed that at any moment they were going to fall out. She seemed totally petrified at the news.

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“Malyshka, tell me something.” Wanda bit her lower lip again, knowing that the news was much bigger than her wife expected.

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“It's a joke?” Y/N managed to say something, her surprised eyes now brimming with tears, showing how moved she was. “Please tell me it's true. Tell me it's true and it’s NOT a joke."

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“It's true, you dummy.” Wanda smiled widely, feeling her eyes fill with tears.

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A huge smile appeared on Y/N's face, her heart pounding.

“Oh my…goddess!” Y/N exclaimed excitedly. “Wanda!”

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“Y/N!”

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“We are going to be moms!” She felt so excited, fangirling like one of those teens seeing Frank Sinatra sing live.

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“We are going to be moms, moya lyubov!” The redhead nodded at her and then burst out laughing at her as Y/N wrapped her arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground and spinning her around.

Y/N silenced the laughter of her beloved with her lips, in a passionate kiss, needy and full of happiness. Wanda clung to her neck, to her body.

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“I love you so, so, so much, babe.” The brunette repeated between short and passionate kisses, kisses that would surely make more than one old goossip lady faint if they were in public. “God, you make me the happiest woman in the world...”

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“You make me so happy…” Wanda confessed, completely stunned by her kisses and by her love. She felt so full of love, affection and happiness.

Finally, after that awful past in Sokovia, she could finally be happy.

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“WE ARE GOING TO BE MOMS!” Y/N screamed again, smiling so much that surely her face would hurt later. But it was totally worth it.

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Nothing else mattered in those moments.

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“Shoot, I have to tell Bucky! Natasha already knows, right? Of course she does, she's your best friend! I must tell Yelena, and and- Kate! We're going to have a baby!” Y/N said feeling how hot tears fell down her face, tears of happiness

What neither of them knew is that they were two babies.

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The next few weeks were pretty good for both of them, Los Angeles was a warm city in the fall. Both had bought a beautiful house in a nice and familiar neighborhood, so many trees.

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Wanda seemed delighted with her new home, her neighbor Agatha was really kind, and maybe a bit cheeky. Y/N used to say thats she led her wife astray when they both went shopping.

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The aviator got a less demanding job at the Pearl Harbor Naval Base. She could teach some piloting to new cadets who dared to go on an adventure, and she never had to spend so much time apart from the love of her life and their baby on the way.

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What neither of them expected was that on December 7, 1941, while Y/N and Wanda were enjoying a delicious dinner while chatting about how their baby had been treating mommy so hard that day, the radio interrupted them with the terrible news that Pearl Harbor had been attacked and bombed, leaving a lot of fatalities. So many dead soldiers on both sides.

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The United States of America would declare war. Wanda's lips parted when she saw how the glass of water fell from the hands of her beloved, exploding on the ground with such strength.

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The telephone rang, but neither was able to answer, both knew perfectly well what it was about.

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February 24th

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That horrible incident at Pearl Harbor changed everything in their lives. Wanda was in her third month of pregnancy when the phone rang in the middle of the night, waking both women from her cozy sleep.

After an emotional reunion, a nice dinner together and making love slowly but passionately that led them to some of their best orgasms ever, Wanda and Y/N enjoyed their fifth night since the brunette returned from Hawaii.

Embraced, sharing the heat of their bodies, both were startled to hear the screeching sound of the phone over and over again.

They both knew that a call so insistent and so late could only mean something. And it wasn't a good thing.

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Y/N was quiet for a few seconds, the longest seconds of her life until she got out of bed to answer the call. More determined than ever.

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She didn't say anything, just listened to the voice on the other side of the phone giving orders that she would have to follow. Speed was a key and important point, so after she finished the call, Y/N quickly went to her closet to get her clothes.

ㅤㅤㅤ “Y/N.” Wanda followed her, desperate, noticing that the brunette didn't speak. "Y/N, speak to me, where are you going?"

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“I- I have to go.” She murmured worriedly, taking her uniform and taking off the pajamas she was wearing.

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“No, you can't go.” Wanda shook her head, refusing to accept it this time. She agreed to her traveling to Pearl Harbor after the awful incident, but now that she was back to her, the sokovian wasn't going to let her go.

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Y/N didn't say anything, she just took the white shirt and quickly put it on, buttoning it so damn fast. But when she was going to take the jacket, Wanda snatched it from her, holding it against her chest cause she wasn't going to give it back.

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That image broke Y/N's heart.

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“My love, I have to do this." Y/N said with a sad look, feeling how that image just broke her. Wanda clung to her jacket, she wasn't about to let go.

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"You can’t go!" Wanda cried, terrified. “You can’t leave me again! You can’t leave us!”

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“I must do it.” The brunette swallowed hard, trying to get past the bitterness that closed her throat, but it was impossible. Y/N cupped her beloved's face in her hands, caressing her cheek.

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“I can't believe you're leaving us because of your stupid pride! This stupid war!”

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“It's NOT about me, it's about you, about our baby.” She swallowed hard, it was about protecting them this time. “Yelena is in there too.”

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Wanda shook her head again, closing her eyes, letting tears go away. I felt like everything was breaking inside.

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“Bucky is there.” Y/N repeated as if their names were blows to her soul, she had to go. Even though she didn't want to do it, she had to.

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Wanda still refused to open her eyes, refused to accept this horrible feeling and this awful reality in which they lived. Perhaps it could be worse.

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“When Pearl Harbor was attacked, Scott was there, and I wasn't.” Y/N's voice cracked, feeling her lips tremble and tears falling down her face. The taller woman leaned down to rest her forehead against that of her beloved Wanda.

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“You can't leave us.” Wanda opened her eyes to see her. Green against brown, she was asking and begging with her own life for her to stay, by her side.

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“I'll come back. I love you, I love you with all my heart, all of me. I love you both.” Y/N cooed.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ The aviator nodded, sealing that promise. She was going to see her wife again, she was going to see their baby be born. She had to do it, she was going to do it.

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The brunette kissed Wanda’s warm lips, those soft and sweet lips one more time. Like a good luck charm. The cherry flavor in these became so addictive and necessary.

A kiss that lasted less than she expected, but it was marked like fire in her heart and in her memory, a kiss that meant everything to Y/N. For her, for her she would give the world, she would protect her from everything. For Wanda she would give her life.

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Both wanted that kiss to last forever, but when they parted, Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine.

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Walking away from her wife’s lips felt like leaving home.

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“Please don't go, detka.” Wanda whimpered, begging, her crying got worse when Y/N moved away from her taking her jacket quickly. “Please don’t.”

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“I'm coming back, okay?” the brunette assured before leaving her home, so fast that the car left marks on the street.

Wanda held on to the doorway, trying to hold her strength back, but it was in vain. A cry so heartbreaking it made her chest ache. A deep, tormenting pain. It was so heartbreaking to feel that it was the last goodbye.

The Great Los Ángeles Air Raid. This is what they had called one of the strangest, most terrifying and complex incidents in American history.

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Y/N left home at midnight and Wanda hadn't gone back to sleep, she couldn't. Nat came as fast as she could, she was her best friend. Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff owned one of the Eastern European restaurants in L.A. It was a small place but cozy.

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Natasha was Yelena's sister, one of Y/N's best friends, who was also in the Air Force and apparently she was called that night too. Thanks to Natasha… Y/N and Wanda met years ago.

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The ‘black widow’ comforted her best friend making some tea and listening to Wanda’s mourn. The radio didn't seem to give any indication of any news and that had them worried.

But the blood ran cold in them and in all the people of Los Angeles, when the air raid alarms sounded throughout the county. Minutes later there was a blackout.

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At 3:16, Wanda and Natasha sought cover when they heard the distant sound of bombing and gunfire.

The American Air force pilots flew over Los Angeles homes, ready to fight whatever was about to attack the city.

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The shots from the combat aircraft, the soldiers firing at whatever was in the sky.

The Sokovian hugged her belly, praying that everything would pass soon and nothing would happen to them or her beloved Y/N. Natasha clung to her best friend, trying to comfort her in this horrible moment.

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At 7 am the power come back on and everything was still standing. Both women come out of hiding to finally see that everything was the same.

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Wanda's gaze remained on that cup of tea that Natasha made for her, they were both still terrified. The chirps of the birds was all that was heard on that silent morning, contrasting with the horrible night they lived.

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But the sound of a car engine made Wanda's heart stop completely. The sokovian got up from her seat and ran out of the kitchen, watching the front door for a moment.

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Her green eyes remained on the wooden door, completely excited to see her beloved walk through that door and back into her arms.

But nothing happened, there was no footsteps, no key noises or the typical sounds that Y/N made before coming home.

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A knock made her jump, something had hit the door so she hurried to open it to see what it was. One of the newspaper boy was riding away in his bike, and Wanda leaned down to take the Los Angeles newspaper in her trembling hands.

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“AIR BATTLE RAGES OVER LOS ANGELES. One plane reported downed on...”

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Those lips trembled, her eyes filled with tears, once again the agony towards her prisoner. She was short of breath, she was short of life. Again… Living something so horrible again, the losses she felt because of the war. Pietro. Her mom, her dad.

She wasn't coming back, right? Y/N wasn't going to come back home this time.

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Wanda closed her eyes, wishing that all that was a nightmare and she kept holding on to the doorway, trying to not fall to her knees.

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“Wands?” A voice was heard. That voice, that voice that she loved so much. Was she… Perhaps, she was imagining it?

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Wanda opened her eyes to see Y/N get out of one of the air force jeeps and walk quickly towards her.

There she was, looking so magnificent in that gleaming majestic uniform. A cap on the side gave it a rather attractive touch.

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"Y/N?" Wanda whimpered when she saw her approach and stretched out her arms. Wanda cried out when she felt the warmth of Y/N's body against hers. Feeling how Y/N hugged her so tightly, with one that she assured that would never leave again.

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“Detka! Oh, Y/N.” Wanda buried her face in her wife's neck. “You’re alive, you’re okay.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

“I’m okay, my love.” Y/N cooed, stroking her wife’s back. “It was a false alarm. Everything's fine, darling.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

But Wanda didn't even pay attention to what she was saying. She only inhaled the scent of her wife, her Y/N, hers… all hers. She clung to her body and released everything she felt in tears.

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“I am here, my love.” Y/N pulled away to look at her and kiss her lips one more time. “I love you so much.”

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“Love you, detka.” Wanda smiled when she saw that Y/N placed a hand on her belly, one that was beginning to grow little by little. They both smiled widely. “They love you too.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

Those words made Y/N move, nodding quickly. “I’m not leaving, not again.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

She was sure, she was not going to leave Wanda again. She wasn't going to make her wife suffer like that and she wasn't going to leave her beautiful life with Wanda, to live something as horrible as what she saw that night.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ

“I won't do it anymore.” Y/N kissed the forehead of her beloved, ready to fulfill the promise.“I swear. I’m staying. Now let’s get back inside… you look beautiful in those pjs, by the way.”

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Taglist for some amazing ppl reading me: @wandsmxmff

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(I still don't understand the taglist thing, If you want me to tag you in all my fics, let me know? Or if only in some in particular. I’m so dumb!)

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One request down, two to go! I hope you liked this one. I was reading little about the ‘Battle of Los Angeles’ in 1942. Really weird, huh? (Next request is about Leigh Shaw) I had to change the dates because I think it was better for the story.

Of course, in this universe it has not been the same as in ours where the damn homophobia, racism, sexism, classism and so many awful stuff would have destroyed our girls. Here everything is better, except the war.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x f!reader #wanda maximoff imagine #mcu imagine #elizabeth olsen imagine #mcu fanfiction #mommy!wanda maximoff

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lowkeyerror · 2 years

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Third Wheel Pt 2

Wandanat x Reader

Word Count: 1730

Based on request by: @tightrope-mindsets

Summary: The apology was just the start, today Wanda and Natasha truly make it up to Y/n.

An: You guys need to trust me more. You really thought an apology would be the end of it .

Pt1

Masterlist

The next day was different from anything Y/n had ever experienced before. She woke to so many notifications that she couldn't comprehend. When she finally opened social media, she was shocked to see the picture of herself in bed with her girlfriends.

Speaking of girlfriends, she feels around the bed for them, but comes up empty.

" Good morning, baby," Y/n raises out of bed to see both Wanda and Natasha standing in the doorway.

" Get dressed, we're going out to breakfast."

In a sleepy dazy, the woman got out of the bed and headed straight for the bathroom. It was until she was washing her face that she realized what her partners were implying.

Quickly, she threw on some clothes and did her hair, emerging from the bathroom with a wide smile.

" You look beautiful," Wanda kissed the top of her head, taking her hand in hers.

" Just as always," Natasha follows suit, slipping her hand in Y/n's.

The three of them walk out of the house hand in hand. For a moment, Y/n thought that they would be getting in the car, but it seemed that her girlfriends opted for walking.

The streets were fairly empty, so holding hands didn't seem like a big deal. However, when Y/n laid her eyes on a pedestrian, she tried to drop the hand holding. She was met by resistance from both women.

" Today, everyone is going to see us, and we don't care," Wanda kisses the back of Y/n's hand.

" The apology was just a start. We want to show you that it will never be like that again," Natasha's thumb glides across her lover's hand in a comforting manner.

Y/n was blushing slightly at all the newfound attention she was getting. It was nice to feel important to the relationship.

When they made it to the breakfast place, the three of them ended up at a table. Wanda sat across from Y/n and Natasha. Usually Y/n would be the one across, but today was different.

Wanda reached her hand across the table and with a small hesitation, Y/n interlocked their fingers, on top of the table. Natasha's hand rested comfortably on Y/n's thigh.

When the waiter came to take orders, Y/n already had an idea of what she wanted. She was ready to order, but Natasha did it for her," And for our girlfriend…"

Maybe it was silly of Y/n to feel so warm hearing Natasha telling someone that Y/n was her girlfriend, but it truly did brighten her day.

" This is the new normal, malyshka. Sorry it took us so long to get here."

" I'm happy you said that, because last night I was this close to leaving the both of you for Carol Danvers."

Natasha's grip on Y/n's thigh tightens," We saw that."

" I could barely keep myself under control. Her hands were all over you," Y/n smirked as she saw Wanda's eyes flash red for a second.

" You could've cut in at any time if you were jealous. Friends dance all the time. For example, Carol and I," Y/n says nonchalantly picking at her breakfast.

" If we danced together last night, while you were dressed like that. I know for sure my hands would've found their way-"

" Natasha!"

She chuckles," What? You looked good enough to eat last night," she takes one of the berries on her plate slowly into her mouth.

Y/n could feel her skin heating up from Natasha's intense gaze.

" Anyway, after this we have to stop by the tower really quickly, and then we were thinking we could take you shopping," Wanda broke the tension.

Once breakfast was finished, the group made their way to Avengers tower. This time Y/n had one arm entangled with Wanda while the opposite hand was intertwined with Natasha's. If people were looking, none of the three noticed, wrapped up in each other.

Going into the tower did make Y/n a little nervous. This

These groups of people were not strangers, so their opinions mattered a lot more to the woman. These were her friends and colleagues, so the anxiety was definitely getting to her.

" We've got you," from Wanda, is all Y/n needs for her nerves to be quieted.

The office is admittedly emptier than usual. Most of the workers were probably still reeling from last night's party.

" You have to be the most idiotic pair I've ever met," Tony scolds your girlfriends," You're lucky I've got Pepper, I would've definitely stolen your girlfriend last night."

" I tried to," Carol chimes in with a bright smile.

Natasha snuggles into Y/n's neck with her arms wrapped possessively around her waist.

Wanda's waste no time in kissing Y/n. She locks both of their hands together, as she slowly moves her lips against Y/n's. She ends the kiss with her teeth tugging on the other woman's bottom lip.

" Mine"

Natasha places a peck on Y/n's cheek as a little cherry on the top. Y/n couldn't hide any of the heat that was now covering her face.

Carol just laughed," I don't know whether to be scared or turned on."

Wanda and Natasha shot the blonde a glare.

" Scared, got it."

Y/n giggled," Well, this is only day one of the forgiveness tour, so they have time to fuck it up."

Natasha's hold on you tightens," We won't."

" I should scold you two for what you did to this poor girl last night," Pepper enters the room.

Natasha and Wanda duck their heads.

" We know," they say sadly in unison.

Y/n can't help but to smile at the repeated scolding. She kisses both women on the cheek," They're making it up to me. "

" As they should," Pepper hands Natasha some car keys," Here you are."

" Are those your car keys?"

Natasha nods," We walked home last night."

" Ya, and when you weren't there we walked to your place," Wanda added.

" That's literally like a 10-mile walk."

Wanda kisses Y/n's temple," Anything for you, my love."

" Now that we have the keys, we are going to take our girlfriend shopping," Natasha smiles brightly at the group.

The pair pull Y/n away from her friends and with a wave you're off.

The shopping center is packed full of people. In this area, it was easier to tell that people were staring. It made Y/n a little uncomfortable. However, Wanda and Natasha were great at distracting her from the looks.

" Try, this on, my love," Natasha shoves a stack of clothes into the woman's hands.

" This feels like too much," Y/n mumbles behind the stack.

" You deserve the world," Wanda rebuttals.

Natasha nods in agreement," And everything in it. Clothes are the least we could do."

They don't let Y/n leave without anything she likes. By the end of the shopping spree, Wanda and Natasha both have arms full of bags with things for their girlfriend.

They head home shortly after that. When they get their, Y/n tries to help with the bags, but they insist they've got it covered.

Once everything is in the house, Natasha keeps Y/n company while Wands runs a bath.

Being out in public only made the moments they shared alone more intimate. Y/n played with Natasha's fingers while they watched the TV. Every so often stealing a glance at the spy.

" What is it?" Natasha finally asks, meeting Y/n's eyes.

" Thank you for taking me out today."

Natasha shakes her head," We should've taken you out every day."

" Nat it's-"

" No, it's not okay. Wanda, and I love you more than anything in this world. You should always know that because we should always be telling you and showing you. We dropped the ball, we should've noticed how you were feeling," Natasha's eyes were glossy as she spoke.

" She's right Y/n, it was just plain ignorance and neglect for us to miss it. You aren't some random third, you're our girlfriend. I could never picture this relationship without you in it. It's all of us or nothing, and I don't care if the world knows it," Wanda enters the room.

Y/n looks between the two girls," You have all the time in the world to make it up to me. Today was amazing, unforgettable even. I loved being involved. Every kiss, or hand hold, or just the way you both would look at me felt different. It's something I never want to go away. Promise me that I'll never have to feel left out again."

" We promise," Y/n's happy to hear the determination laced through their voices.

" Ok, now let's take a bath," Y/n gets up from her spot on the couch, pulling Natasha along with her.

Wanda leads them to the bathroom, which she outfitted with candles and flower petals. There was a playfulness in the air now that the tensions had been officially settled.

Aside from a few delicate kisses and lingering touches, the bath wasn't sexual. When they got out of the bath, Y/n was ready to call it a night, but her girlfriends wanted to do one last thing for her.

They took her to the rooftop of the home, hands interlocked. The dark sky was illuminated by streetlights and shining stars. The light breeze was enough to feel good on the skin without needing a jacket. It was the perfect night out.

Natasha dropped Y/n's hand and stood at the edge of the roof," I'M COMPLETELY, MADLY, DESPERATELY IN LOVE WITH MY GIRLFRIEND, Y/N Y/LN !"

Y/n giggled at the spy's antics as she walked back towards the two women. Once her hand was once again in Y/n's, Wanda made her way to the edge of the roof.

" I'M OVERWHELMINGLY, STUPIDLY, AND HOPELESSLY IN LOVE WITH MY GIRLFRIEND, Y/N Y/LN!"

This time, Y/n couldn't help but laugh out loud as the witch came back to her side. She playfully shoved both of her girlfriends," You guys are dorks."

" Your dorks," Natasha adds.

" Yep, and the world will never forget it," Wanda adds.

As the three of them go back inside the house, a singular thought plays through all of their minds.

'I want this forever'

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff imagine #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #wandanat x reader #lowkeyerror #carol danvers #pepper potts #tony stark

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kingsansa · 2 years

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Russian!Jon au— I wait for you patiently

Dance to this

word count: 496 tags: hockey player x figure skaters, hooking up, getting together

She googled him after Beijing out of pure curiosity.

The top searches were only mildly interesting at best and basic at worst. Jon Snow contract—he was on his fifth year out of six with the Watch, go moles—Jon Snow net worth—a whopping 30 million—Jon Snow fights—a 15 minute long youtube video compilation with half a million likes and a sequel that was just as popular.

He was born in Krasnodar, Russia, according to his Wikipedia page, but is also a citizen of the UK, thanks to his Scottish father. He’s 25 as of December 27th of last year—her nose scrunched upon this realization—a Capricorn.

Nevertheless, she persisted. No one could ever say that she wasn’t an unbiased woman of science.

He had an instagram with a million followers that she knew for a fact that he did not run judging from the clumsy way he slid into her dms alone—an accidental like and unlike on a picture a good three scrolls down her profile from early last year after barely following her for a full day.

It’s kind of charming.

It comes as a surprise to her, that she finds him charming.

He screenshots flight times and ticket prices rather than asking her when she can come see him. He’s categorically mute until nine in the morning. He pretends not to speak English around people he would prefer not to talk to. He adds obviously to statements that aren’t obvious at all.

He strongly dislikes nearly all of her friends and tells her so, but only after she presses him. He met Margaery back in Beijing too—she is the scorpion that asks the frog for a lift across the lake. He met Edric when he came to see her compete in Zurich—he wants to sleep with you. He takes me for a fool. Jeyne, he likes okay, says ‘she is strong willed woman’. She doesn’t think he means it as a compliment.

She regularly watches hockey now, because he likes to ask her if she saw him play. He calls her between flights and bus rides, in locker rooms and tubs full of ice, listens to her complain about her day with an attentiveness so quiet that she sometimes thinks he’s fallen asleep, but he only ever did once. When he can’t call, he texts. ‘How are you?’ is ‘I miss you.’ ‘What are you doing?’ means ‘I wish you were here.’ ‘I wait for you patiently’ means ‘I can’t wait to see you.’

He refuses to teach her Russian, speaking it around her sparingly. Malyshka, he murmurs into her hair to stir her, right before he carries her to bed. Says it over the phone when she’s complaining about something so fiercely that her eyes sting. Murmurs it into the inside of her thigh right before his mouth finds her heat and she has to push at his head because she can’t take it anymore.

Sansa doesn’t find out about any of this on Wikipedia. Obviously.

#answered #ficlet #jonsa #Russian!jon

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hommebiscuit · 4 years

Video

#dance malyshka

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acmeoop · 9 months

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Laundry Day

#selfies #dancer #model #fitness #fit model #influencer #dance malyshka #malyshiva anastasia #anastasia malysheva

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impualeon-blog · 5 years

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Loco

Escucha mi canción Loco y descargala en iTunes

#Musica #Impua Leon #Loco #Me Corono #Si Quieres Bailar #Dance Malyshka #reggaeton #Puerto Rico #Yauco #CD Baby #Spotify #Impua

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sailorkamino · 2 years

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Love Story

relationships: bucky barnes x fem!reader, bucky barnes x black widow!reader, natasha x sister!reader, yelena x sister!reader (reader is obviously adopted so race!neutral)

summary: When Natasha introduces her sisters to the Avengers she makes one thing very clear: you and Yelena are off limits. Bucky Barnes was never good at following the rules. (loosely inspired by Love Story - Taylor Swift)

word count: 2.7k

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, crying, mentions of the red room, human experimentation, victim blaming, dealing with the effects of childhood trauma (but it's very therapeutic), reader can be a little possessive but ur trying ur best, this is actually really fluffy i swear

translations: izvinite- sorry, kotik- kitten, malyshka- baby girl, dorogoi- darling

*a/n: basically just a combo of my fav tropes- confident reader, shy bucky, protective natasha, and middle child yelena enjoying the chaoso

We were both young when I first saw you

I close my eyes and the flashback starts

I'm standin' there

On a balcony in summer air

See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns

See you make your way through the crowd

And say, "Hello"

Bucky notices you as soon as you walk in.

You’re arm in arm with an equally beautiful blonde but for some reason you just stand out to him. You’re clad in a short but loose sequin maroon dress that sparkles under the lights, the hem gracing the top of your thighs as you move across the floor in a pair of black heels. Then he watches as Natasha approaches you both, kissing each of your faces. He notices all three of you are wearing red outfits and assumes you must have planned this.

Sam raises his brow, “are all Russian assassins supermodels or something?” He turns to Bucky, “well other than you of course.” The brunet is about to punch him when Steve sends them both warning looks. “They’re coming over here. Please don’t embarrass yourselves. Or me.” They all straighten up as the three of you approach.

“Boys, meet my little sisters Y/N and Yelena. Girls meet Steve, Sam, and James/Bucky,” She introduces, gesturing to each man. Bucky is tempted to say ‘no one actually calls me James’ but the words get stuck in his throat when you make eye conact. You flash him the prettiest smile he’s ever seen and he knows he’s in trouble.

You step forward, gently pecking Steve on each kiss in hello. He blushes brightly, making you smirk as you move on to Sam, then Bucky. “Izvinite, I got some lipgloss on you,” you murmur, accent lilting your words as you swipe his face with your thumb. You hold back a chuckle when he turns almost as red as his best friend.

Bucky was caught off guard to say the least. He was expecting a lot more, well, awkwardness from you and Yelena. So was everyone to be honest. Nat had warned the team that your social skills would be rusty - a lifetime of brainwashing and experiments does that to a person. (She gave everyone a very intimidating and thorough talk, detailing what would happen if anyone hurt one of her little sisters.)

But there was no trace of shyness as you sat down your drink and asked Bucky to dance with a flirty grin. “I haven’t danced since 1943,” he mumbles, shifting on his feet nervously. “I’ll just have to lead then,” you tease. Sam takes it upon himself to grab the drink from Bucky’s hand.

“Dance with her or I will.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll save a dance for you bird boy,” you promise. Bucky cracks a smile at the nickname, offering you his right hand. Sam gapes at your retreating figures. “Hey, I’m the one who knocked some sense into him,” he complains. You look over your shoulder and blow a kiss in response.

You never ask for Bucky’s number but later that night you text him. He never figures out how you got it, and that should probably worry him, but it doesn’t. Texting turns into talking on the phone, then facetime, then a date. Bucky learns you and Yelena share an apartment in Brooklyn with your beloved dogs: Fanny and Felix. You’re both ‘independent agents’ for Fury, meaning you only work with each other or Natasha.

Yelena specializes in assassinations and combat while you speacilize in espionage and covert operation. He also learnt that all widows are you given a knock off version of the serum. Lets just say watching you beat grown men in arm wrestling awoke something in Bucky.

Despite you and Bucky having such similar pasts you rarely talk about it. You prefer to talk about the good things you remember and your dreams for the future. You don’t have many happy memories other than your brief time with Natasha and Yelena so you like to hear about his life before the war.

You make a lists of things you want to do now that you have freedom and he make a list of things to catch up on. You can’t always see each other in person because of your chaotic lives but Bucky becomes pretty familiar with facetime.

After a few months of constant talking and secret dates you start betting on which Avenger will figure out first.

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Little did I know

That you were Romeo, you were throwin' pebbles

And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"

And I was cryin' on the staircase

Beggin' you, "Please don't go, "

Sam watches Bucky suspiciously from his place on the couch. The brunet is smirking at his phone as he slowly types a text. His old age paired with having a metal hand can make texting a struggle but he’s been doing it a lot lately.

“Who’s got you smiling like that, loverboy?” He teases. Bucky looks up with a sharp glare, his normal scowl returning. “No one,” he grumbles simply. “Leave him alone,” Steve lightly scolds, sitting down with a plate full of sandwiches. Sam perks up, a boyish grin on his face. “Ooh, do you know who Barnes is texting?”

The blonde frowns. “Well no, but it’s none of our business,” he insists, not so subtly glancing at the phone. It would be so easy to snatch the device from his friend’s hands. Well, not easy, Bucky does have a bionic arm and super strength but Steve could probably manage. He pushes down the idea and focuses on his lunch instead.

Sam looks serious for a moment. “You know it’s okay if you’re... not straight, right? You’re still the same annoying Bucky, no matter who you like.”

The brunet sighs, meeting his gaze. “Yes, I know that. And if you must now, I’m texting a woman. You happy now?”

Sam looks intrigued. “Where’d you meet her? The only time I’ve seen you interact with a woman not on this team was Nat’s sisters at that party,” he muses. Bucky freezes for a moment but tries to play it off. Steve sits up straight. “Buck. Please tell me you aren’t texting one of Nat’s sisters.”

The brunet glares, feeling protective. “And what’s wrong with that?” He snaps. “You were there for Natasha’s shovel talk, right?” Sam asks, shivering at the memory. Bucky grimaces. “Yes I was there. But… I really like Y/N.” He sighs, looking down. “She understands me. And I understand her. What’s so wrong with that?”

Steve frowns. “Nothing’s wrong with that, pal. I wanna see you happy more than anyone but we’re supposed to be a team. If we don’t trust each other and communicate, people could literally die. You need to tell Nat the truth.”

Bucky runs a hand through his hair. “I know that, Stevie, but we aren’t even official yet. I plan on asking her to be my girl soon. If she says yes then I’ll talk to Natasha.” Sam nods, “sounds good. By the way, what flowers do you want at your funeral, Buck?”

Bucky glares, launching a pillow so hard at the man’s face it almost gives him whiplash.

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and I said

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone

I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run

You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess

It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

“They make it look easier on TV,” you gripe, cursing under your breath in Russian. “What do all these abbreviations even mean!?” You ask, gesturing angrily to the recipe in front of you. You look at Bucky beside you when you don’t get a response, flicking his hand to get his attention. “Hey. Everything ok, Kotik?"

Bucky snaps from his thoughts, meeting your questioning gaze. "Of course." He flashes a charming smile, the kind reserved just for you before easily translating the recipe. “Now that I helped you can I get a new nickname?”

You raise a brow at the way he changes the subject but answer him anyway. “It fits you perfectly though. You’re antisocial, quiet, and you like to curl up on my lap,” you tease, bumping your hip against his. He snorts in amusement but you watch as his metal arm twitches. He’s worried about something.

“Is it the eggs? Because we have plenty more… and I think we got all the shell out,” you mumble, looking into the batter. Neither of you have any baking experience so it’s literally the blind leading the blind. Well unless you count watching the Great British Baking Show between missions as experience.

“No, it’s not the eggs. Sorry about that by the way.”

You roll your eyes. “I don’t care about that. Now tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing. What could be wrong? I’m with my best girl.”

You purse your lips at his second attempt at distracting you. “I don’t know. You tell me. You’re the one being weird,” you dryly respond. “You’re so romamtic, doll. You should be a writer,” he quips, sarcasm dripping from his words.

Despite your frustration you find yourself holding back a smirk. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like his bitchy side. You take some flour from the counter, quickly flicking it at his face before he can react. Just then Yelena enters your shared apartment, making you both freeze.

“How was the dog park?” You ask, holding back a laugh. She lets Fanny off the leash, then Felix, looking very unimpressed the whole time. “You’re cleaning this up,” she deadpans in Russian, gesturing to Bucky’s now powdered face.

The two of you wait until she goes to her bedroom to dissolve into giggles. “You’re so childish,” he laughs, moving to the sink to clean himself. “Well you’re the one who won’t talk about his feelings,” you remind him with a smirk. He sighs, putting down the now white dish rag.

You bite your lip, worried you pushed him too far. You’ve had this problem with him before and it ended in your first argument. Being raised as a spy, privacy and boundaries is somewhat of a foreign concept. You don’t like not knowing things. Especially when it comes to people you care about.

So maybe he didn't want to tell you why he was upset one time. And maybe you did did recon, found the agent who called Bucky a terroriest, stalked him, and threatened him - but who’s to say that’s too far? Apparently Bucky. He accused you of treating him like a mission when he needed you to be his friend.

“I don’t mean to pry, kotik. I just want you to be happy,” you mumble. You’re not used to talking about your feelings but you’re trying your best. For him.

“I’m always happy when I’m with you.”

You feel youself blush at the sentiment but feign disinterest. “Gross.” You pause for a moment before adding, “but I feel the same about you. Even when you’re stupid.”

He grins at your words. “I have something to ask you… Do you want to be my girlfriend?” He groans in embrassment as you blink at him. “God, I sound like a highschooler.” You’re still silent and he starts to worry, old insecurities creeping in the back of his mind. “Doll?”

You look confused, even a little sad when you respond. “I… thought I was. We go on dates, we hold hands, that’s boyfriend girlfriend stuff.”

He feels his heart sink. Because of your confidence and charm he sometimes forget you have no relationship experience. He takes your hands in his. “Oh Malyshka, of course it is. But this way it’s official.”

You look embarrased as you take your hands back. "Was it not official before? Were you seeing other people?”

“No! Of course not!”

You visibly relax knowing that he wasn't with anyone else. Bucky is your first ever love interest, you can't help feeling a little possessive. "Oh, okay then.” You nod slowly, turning back to the batter. “Can you pass me the chocolate chips?”

He stares at you in confusion. “Wait, are you saying yes or…”

"Obviously, dumb ass," you scoff playfully. "Now kiss me, dorogoi."

Somewhere in the background Yelena gags in disgust.

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Romeo, save me, they're tryna tell me how to feel

This love is difficult, but it's real

Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess

It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

“Nat, I have something to tell you,” you announce, walking into her suite. She’s lounging on the couch, watching one of those old American spy movies she used to like as a child. Alexei had bought them as a joke. You and Yelena were too young to care but Natasha developed an interest in them. She once said she liked them because the good guys always won. Alexei got rid of the movies not long after.

She lazily sips from a steaming mug. “Is it that you’re dating Barnes? Because I already know.” You freeze, not knowing how to respond. She rolls her eyes and pats the place beside her on the couch. “At least come and sit down.”

You slowly make your way to her, watching her closely. Natasha was always an expert when it came to schooling her emotions making it very hard to read her. “Are you mad?” You softly ask. You’ve always looked up to your big sister. The idea of disappointing her hurt deeper than anything you went through in the Red Room.

She sighs, sitting down her cup. “A little. I don’t like being lied to.”

“I know,” you mumble, feeling ashamed.

“But I’m more hurt that you felt the need to lie to me.”

Your head snaps up. You expected a lot more arguing and swearing. You definitely weren’t ready for the sad look in her green eyes. “I know I can be protective but I thought we told each other everything. I know I lied to you back then and maybe that's why you told Yelena instead-"

“What?” You half yell, looking at your oldest sister in shock. "You think I trust Lena more than you?"

She stays silent, eyes fixed on the coffee table. You huff in frustration. "The only reason I didn't tell you is because you're so protective. Bucky is anxious enough without you threatening him." She cracks a small smirk, "I wouldn't have scared him that bad."

You scoff. "Yes you would have." You notice she's still avoiding eye contact. You sigh, taking her hands in yours. "Yelena and I understand why you didn't tell us it was a mission. You were trying to protect us. You were always trying to protect us. But... you were just a kid, Nat. We all were. It's not your fault."

She sniffles but tries to hide it, offering a watery smile. "Since when did you get so smart?"

"I have to be, my big sister is kind of a dumb ass."

Her eyes glint with amusement as she punches your arm (thankfully not with her full strength.) "I'm proud of you." You pause, a warmth filling your chest at her sweet words. She takes a sip from her mug dramatically, "I know that probably doesn't mean much coming from me, since I am a dumbass and all."

You can't help the smile that spreads across your face. "I'm proud of you too, Nat." You look at her teasingly, "if I knew you were gonna get all sappy I would have brought Lena."

She lets out sarcastic chuckle, leaning into the sofa cushions. "I’m sure she’s having a great time on her mission. I hear there’s lots to do in the Ukranian wilderness."

"Oh yeah, she’s living it up.”

You sit in comfortable silence for a few moments until you ask: "so you're not going to kill James right?"

She laughs but her eyes are serious when they meet yours. “Not unless he gives me a reason to.” You smile, laying down so your head is in her lap. “He won't. He's a good man."

"I know."

Those two simple words of approval from your sister is enough to make your heart feel lighter. "I won’t lie to you again. Thanks for looking out for me, Nat.”

She hums, petting your hair softly. “Always.”

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On The Edge

Summary: You and Wanda had decided to keep your relationship a secret, but keeping your hands off each other was quite the challenge.

Pairing: Wanda x female reader

Genre: Smut- 18+

Words: 4.3k

Translations: detka- baby | milaya- dear/honey | malyshka- baby

“So,” you hear a voice from the doorway say and you look up to see Wanda standing there, a wicked glint in her eye, “looks like we have the compound to ourselves for the afternoon.”

You grin back at her as she saunters into the room. You watch the sway of her hips as she walks towards where you sit on the couch.

“Is that so?” you question, your tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip.

She’s standing in front of you now, and she nods lightly as she bites her lip. You reach out and tug her forward, laughing at the little yelp she lets out before she settles on top of you, straddling your legs as she rests her arms on your shoulders to steady herself.

“Hmmmm,” you hum against the skin of her neck, dragging your lips up to her ear, “whatever shall we do with all that time?” You smirk at the shudder that goes through her as your breath caresses her ear, her grip on your shoulders tightening just a little.

“I can think of a few things,” she gasps as you take her earlobe in between your teeth, nibbling on it in the way that you knew drove her wild.

She settles into your lap more, her hands travelling to tangle in the hair at the back of your head, pulling your face towards hers. She connects your lips, her tongue darting out to run across your bottom lip. You groan into the kiss, grabbing Wanda’s ass firmly in your hands as she begins to grind on your thigh.

Wanda’s tongue is in your mouth now, tangling with yours and causing warmth to pool between your legs. She’s letting out little mewling whimpers as she presses against your leg, her pace slowly beginning to pick up, your hands helping to guide her.

When she needs to breathe she breaks the kiss, throwing her head back and giving you access to her neck. You waste no time and attach your lips to it, sucking on her pulse point gently as she moans above you.

You decide that she’s wearing far too many clothes, your hands trailing up to the hem of her shirt, fingertips dancing underneath and pressing against the warm skin of her stomach. She brings her mouth back to yours as you trail your hands higher, bringing her shirt up along with them.

The sudden slamming of the front door stops you both in your tracks, eyes flying open and staring at each other in shock. Quick as a flash, Wanda hops off your lap and presses herself to the opposite edge of the couch, adjusting her clothes and trying to calm her breathing down. You quickly try to tame your hair, the hair that just seconds ago Wanda had been gripping firmly.

The two of you turn to face the TV, trying to appear interested in the movie that was playing as you hear footsteps approaching. You glance quickly at Wanda, relieved to see that she didn’t look like someone who moments ago was getting herself off against her girlfriend’s leg.

You had been dating Wanda for about five months now, the two of you deciding to keep your relationship on the down-low. Initially, you hadn’t wanted to tell the rest of the team in case it didn’t work out, not wanting to deal with the awkwardness of a failed relationship. As time went on and it became clear that your relationship was only growing stronger, you had talked about telling them, before deciding you wanted to keep it just between you for a little longer.

In all honesty, you both found the sneaking around insanely hot and were enjoying it a little too much to stop just yet. As much as you’d love to be able to curl up with Wanda on the couch in front of the team, you wanted to keep her as just yours for a little while longer. You had both decided that you needed to come clean soon though, but you wanted to be able to tell the team on your own terms, and getting caught making out on the couch was definitely not how you planned on having that conversation.

A few seconds later Natasha walks into the room, whistling quietly to herself as she plops down on the couch between you and Wanda. She kicks her feet up, resting them in your lap as she leans back and places her head in Wandas. You roll your eyes at her disregard for personal space, and Wanda suppresses a laugh at your reaction.

“Whatcha watching?” Natasha asks as she makes herself comfortable.

“Boundaries Romanoff,” you scoff, trying to move her feet from your lap but she dodges your hands, digging her feet underneath you.

“Some action movie,” Wanda answers her question, flicking Natasha on the nose, causing her to scowl. “I thought you were going with the others to the markets?” she questions the redhead.

“I was,” Natasha replies, sitting up and rubbing her nose, “but Sam was annoying me so I decided to come back early.”

“Why? So you can annoy us?” you reply, frustrated that your plans for an afternoon alone with Wanda were now ruined.

Before you can get away, Natasha moves over to sit on your lap, hugging you tightly while you glare at her and try and break free. “Awww, don’t be like that Y/N,” she coos at you, stroking your hair. “I know you secretly love me,” she laughs as you try to break her hold, enjoying how irritated you were.

Normally you wouldn’t have minded so much, but you were still a little worked up and Natasha was definitely not the person you wanted to be sitting on your lap.

You look over at Wanda, a pleading look on your face. “A little help here please?” you ask her, and she just shakes her head and laughs at the two of you.

“Nah, I’m not getting involved in this,” she replies, holding her hands up in front of her. “Wouldn’t want to interrupt the lovers’ quarrel.”

“Traitor,” you cry out, causing her to laugh harder and wink at you. “I won’t forget this betrayal,” you say dramatically, freeing one of your arms from Natasha’s grip and using it to try and pry her off you.

It’s no use though, she has her arms locked tight around you. After a few more moments of struggling you let out a dramatic sigh, going limp in her arms.

“Fine,” you concede, “you can stay and ruin my afternoon.” You pout at Wanda, sad about your plans being ruined. She just smiles, mouthing the word later at you.

“I knew you’d see things my way,” Natasha says cheerily, placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek that you wipe off immediately. She climbs off your lap, settling back on the couch in her original position.

You look over at Wanda, longing to pull her into your arms and finish what you had started before you were interrupted.

Later couldn’t come soon enough.

You end up spending the entire afternoon with Natasha watching movies on the couch. You tried to think of a reasonable excuse for the two of you to sneak off, but you didn’t want to raise any suspicions.

As much as you loved Natasha, you were still a little bummed with how your afternoon played out. You would have much preferred to be alone with Wanda, getting up to all sorts of debaucherous things.

The rest of the team arrive home not long after the sun sets, thankfully bringing dinner with them. You all sit around the large dining table, passing around cartons of take out to pile onto your plates. There’s lots of chatter as they fill you in on their time at the markets and you listen happily to the stories.

You almost jump out of your skin when you feel a hand on your thigh, and you glance at Wanda out of the corner of your eye. She’s looking at Steve as he tells the table about how he had to dodge a group of teenage girls at the market by hiding, her chin resting in her hand. To anyone else, it would seem like she was giving him all her attention.

But you catch the corner of her mouth rising just a little, as her hand begins to drift higher up your leg toward the apex of your thighs. You clench your fork in your hand a little tighter, trying to pay attention to Steve as her fingers move between your legs, pushing them apart to give her better access. You’re suddenly thankful for your decision to wear a skirt today.

She runs her finger over the top of your underwear, pressing firmly against your clit and you have to stifle a moan. You grip the edge of the table as she begins to rub slow circles, her pace maddeningly slow. You snap your head to look at her as she works you over, catching the twinkle in her eye. She’s still watching Steve, her face impassive as she gradually drives you crazy.

The rest of the team are too preoccupied to notice your torture, Wanda’s pace beginning to pick up, causing your thighs to tense. You can feel yourself growing warm, sure that she could feel how wet you were even through your underwear. Tony is talking now, telling the team about some system upgrades he wants to make on the quinjet.

Wanda stops the movement of her finger, and you want to let out a sigh of relief. While you had been enjoying her ministrations immensely, you weren’t sure how much longer you could have stayed quiet as she brought you closer to the edge.

Your reprieve doesn’t last long though. Wandas’ finger slips under the edge of your underwear, swiping between your folds and gathering the moisture that had settled there, before dipping slightly into your entrance. You let out a groan, disguising it quickly with a cough as you glare at Wanda.

She removes her hand from between your legs, smirking at you with a satisfied grin.

“You okay there, Y/N?” Steve asks, concern written on his face.

“Uh, yeah,” you stammer out, your face flushing, “just a bit of a tickle in my throat.” You pick up your water from in front of you, taking a sip to try and calm yourself down before anyone started to suspect anything.

You look back at Wanda just in time to see her raise her finger to her mouth. You catch the way it glistens in the light, your arousal coating the end of the digit, and her eyes bore into yours as she pops it into her mouth. She hums contentedly at the taste, while you choke on your drink.

You begin to splutter, your chest burning as you gasp for breath. Wanda looks sympathetic as she pats your back, but you know better. You can tell how much she’s enjoying teasing you by the way her eyes shine with mischief.

You feel everyone looking at you as you slowly regain control of your lungs. “Sorry,” you rasp out, “went down the wrong pipe.” You can feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment as you chuckle awkwardly.

The team seems appeased by your answer, turning back to their previous conversations now that you were breathing normally again. You place your hand against your chest, rubbing against the burning sensation there as you scowl at Wanda. She still looks like the picture of innocence, smiling at you before turning back to the conversations at the table.

She must take pity on you because for the rest of dinner she leaves you alone. You’re grateful for the break from her teasing, finishing up your food quickly. Once everyone is finished, you all help clean the table, loading the dishwasher before everyone started to trickle off.

Wanda left the kitchen while you were standing there talking to Sam, her fingers dragging over the swell of your ass as she passed behind you, causing you to lose track of what you were saying. You heard her soft giggle as she walked off, while Sam asked if you were okay.

“Just tired I guess,” you offer as an explanation, which he thankfully accepts.

Wanda was definitely in a mood tonight, and you were looking forward to what would happen once you snuck into her room after everyone had gone to bed. If you didn’t spontaneously combust beforehand of course.

You stayed in the kitchen for a few more minutes chatting with Sam while you packed the leftover food into the fridge, your mind preoccupied with all the things you had planned for later that night. You clench your thighs together in anticipation, wishing time would just speed up.

Once the kitchen is tidy you say goodnight to Sam before walking down the hallway toward your room. You’re trying to decide between wearing your new lingerie set to Wanda’s room or just wearing nothing under your pyjamas to surprise her when you’re suddenly pulled into the storage closet on the side of the hallway.

You don’t even have time to scream before a hand is clamped over your mouth, the door closing behind you and your back pushed against it. It’s too dark to see who grabbed you, their body pressing into yours as you try to break free of their hold.

“Relax detka,” Wanda whispers and you stop struggling. She removes her hand from your mouth, her body still pressed against yours in the small space.

“Wha-” you try to say but you’re cut off when her mouth descends on yours.

She kisses you greedily, her tongue diving into your mouth as she grabs your wrists and pins them above your head with one hand. Her other hand drags down the side of your body, making your breath hitch. Her touch is setting you alight, your desire from earlier back with a vengeance.

She reaches the bottom of your skirt, trailing her hand back underneath it as she kisses across your jaw towards your ear. You’re panting, your stomach clenching as her fingertips brush along your thighs as her hand continues to rise.

She wastes no time, slipping your panties down your legs and brushing her finger along your slit while she kisses the spot under your ear that she knows makes your knees weak. She swipes her finger back and forth a few times, drawing lazy circles around your clit before sliding back down and dipping her finger inside you, just enough to tease you.

“So wet for me milaya,” she whispers into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine, “have you been thinking about this all afternoon? Thinking about me making you cum all over my fingers?” Her words are accompanied by her steadily pressing one of her fingers inside you, the slow drag driving you wild.

“Yes,” you gasp out, answering her question. You feel her smile against your neck as she begins to pump her finger faster while you move your hips in time with her thrusts, your quiet moans filling the small room.

She kisses back across your jaw, pulling your bottom lip between her teeth as she adds a second finger. You gasp against her mouth at the stretch, loving the way they feel inside you. She kisses you firmly, your moans muffled by her mouth as you feel the familiar coil tightening.

She releases your wrists, your hands falling limply to rest on her shoulders as she slides her hand under your shirt, cupping you through your bra. You press your chest into her hand and she rewards you by tugging the cup of your bra down, her fingers tweaking your nipple and sending a bolt of electricity straight to your core.

She curls her fingers inside you, her heel pressing firmly against your clit and you groan into her mouth. You can feel yourself getting closer, Wanda expertly working your body to release. Your hands tangle in her hair, keeping her lips locked on yours as you desperately chase your high.

“-st think that adding extra stabilisers might not be worth the effort.” A voice interrupts, muffled through the door. You and Wanda both freeze as you hear footsteps approaching.

“Well then what do you suggest?” You hear Tony respond, his voice slowly coming closer. Wanda pulls her head back from yours slightly, and your eyes snap open to meet hers. You can barely make out her face in the dark room, but you can see how dilated her pupils are.

“I’d rather focus on improving the stealth options,” the other voice says, and you realise it was Bruce.

The sound of footsteps stops, and when Tony speaks his voice sounds like it’s directly outside the door to the room you were currently hiding in. “Why can’t we upgrade both?”

Wanda’s hand slips out from under your shirt as the two of you try to steady your breathing, not wanting to give yourselves away in such a compromising position. Your eyes are beginning to adjust to the lack of light now and you can see Wanda’s face more clearly. Her lips are swollen from your kisses, her eyes studying you intently.

Her fingers slowly slide out of you, and you whimper quietly at the loss. Wanda’s eyes flash with something you can’t quite decipher before she leans close to you again, “I need you to be quiet for me angel,” she whispers in your ear, and before you can ask what she means, she drops to her knees below you.

You try and push her away as Tony and Bruce continue their conversation outside the door, deciding to stop there of all places just to torture you, you were certain. But Wanda is determined and bats your hands away, lifting your leg over her shoulder and mouthing along the inside of your thigh.

You know there’s no use trying to stop her, she was stubborn when she wanted something, and anything you tried to do in order to stop her would probably just make enough noise to alert the two men outside the door.

You try to listen to their conversation, keeping an ear out for any indication that they know what’s going on two feet away from them, on the other side of the closet door. The door you were still pressed against.

Wanda’s tongue drags along your centre before she reaches your clit. She laps at it while she reinserts her fingers, curling them against the sensitive spot inside you. You bite down on your knuckle to try and keep from calling out. The conversation outside doesn’t waver, Tony and Bruce discussing the pros and cons of different metals to use on the quinjet.

You can feel your orgasm building, Wanda increasing her pace as she feels your walls beginning to tighten around her fingers.

“Hey boys,” a new voice says, and you recognise it as Natasha’s. In a panic your hands fly to Wanda’s hair, trying to stop her movements. You know if anyone would be able to figure out what was happening, it would be her. “Have either of you seen Y/N? I need to talk to her about something.” Wanda stops, probably realising the same thing you did. Her fingers are still inside you though, and you can feel your walls fluttering around them as you try to keep your breathing quiet.

“Not since dinner,” Tony replies and you can picture the apologetic shrug he’s probably giving Natasha.

“I hope she’s okay,” you hear Bruce say, “she seemed a little off.” Wanda shakes with silent laughter at that, the action causing her fingers to move slightly inside of you, causing you to let out a gasp.

“Did you hear that?” Natasha questions and your heart drops. You look down at Wanda and see her looking back up at you with wide eyes. You hold your breath and wait to be discovered.

“Hear what?” Tony replies, and you’re thankful for how oblivious he can be sometimes.

“I thought I heard someone,” Natasha replies and you start silently praying for her to drop it.

“Must have been the wind,” Bruce supplies as an explanation, and you want to hug him.

“Hmmmmm,” you hear Natasha say before she goes back to her earlier train of thought. “Well anyway, if you see Y/N can you tell her I’m looking for her?”

“Sure thing,” Bruce replies, “C’mon Tony, let’s go test out that theory of yours in the lab.”

You listen as the three of them say their goodbyes before their footsteps fade away down the hallway. You look back down at Wanda and see a look of relief on her face. “That was close,” you breathe out.

“Yeah, it was,” she agrees before giving you a devilish grin, “and speaking of close…”

She pumps her fingers that were still inside you slowly, pulling a groan from your throat. She laughs lightly, before placing her mouth back on you as you throw your head back against the door.

“Oh god,” you cry out, right back on the edge with only a few strokes of her magical fingers, “right there. Please, Wanda!” You don’t quite know what you’re begging for, but it doesn’t matter.

Wanda picks up her pace, her fingers brushing over that spot inside you with every thrust. Your cries of pleasure fill the air, Wanda’s name falling from your lips like a prayer. You feel her teeth nibbling on your bundle of nerves and you fall over the edge, your hands tangling in Wanda’s hair as she works you through your orgasm.

Once the last of the aftershocks rip through you, Wanda pulls her fingers out of you gently, pressing a soft kiss against you before standing, lowering your skirt back down. You’re feeling very blissed out, your legs trembling with the effort to stand. When Wanda’s face is level with yours, you loop your arms tiredly around her shoulders, pulling her in for a lazy kiss.

She presses her lips softly against yours, but you’re not satisfied with the chaste action, so you run your tongue over her bottom lip. She parts her lips, granting you access and you moan at the taste of yourself on her tongue. You feel Wanda shift against you, and you want to make her feel as good as she just made you feel.

You’re just starting to move your hand under her shirt, feeling the muscles in her stomach contract under your hand, when you’re suddenly falling.

You land on the ground with a thud, Wanda falling on top of you and knocking the air from your lungs. You open your eyes, blinking to adjust to the sudden light. You see Natasha standing over the two of you, her hand still resting on the door of the closet.

You hear Wanda gasp as she looks at Natasha, and you both scramble to a seated position, a panicked expression on both your faces. This was so not how you wanted people to find out. When you had planned on how the team would learn about your relationship, being caught making out in the closet moments after Wanda gave you a mind blowing orgasm was certainly not one of them.

“I’ve been looking for you,” Natasha begins like she hadn’t just found you in such a compromising position.

“Nat, I can-” you try to say but she holds up a hand to stop you. You look over at Wanda and she just shrugs at you.

“Can you help me with training some of the new S.H.I.E.L.D recruits tomorrow?” she asks, and you look at her puzzled.

“What?”

“Tomorrow,” she says slowly, “Fury is sending some new recruits over and I need help training them. Are you available?”

“Uh, yeah I guess,” you reply, still confused. “But don’t you want to know about..” you trail off, gesturing between Wanda and yourself instead of finishing your sentence.

“I already heard enough to figure out what’s going on,” she tells you, a small smirk on her face and you can feel the blush rising on your cheeks when you think about what she would have heard after Tony and Bruce walked away.

“Nat, we’re sorry we didn’t tell you earlier,” Wanda says, and you notice her cheeks are as red as yours feel. “We just kind of wanted to keep it to ourselves for a bit.”

“It’s fine,” she replies, smiling at the two of you, “I already had my suspicions when I noticed the two of you always sneaking off at the same time. You’re not as stealthy as you think.”

“Gee, thanks,” you say dryly. “Um, we’d kind of appreciate you not telling anyone about this though? We wanted to let the team know soon, but we’re still figuring out the best way to do it.” You look up at her nervously, and Wanda’s hand finds yours, squeezing tightly.

“My lips are sealed,” she says, pretending to zip them closed. “I’ll see you in the training room at 8 tomorrow,” she informs you, before turning on her heel and beginning to walk down the hallway.

You blow out a breath, standing slowly and pulling Wanda up with you.

“Well that wasn’t so bad,” you say, matching Wanda’s tender smile with your own.

“Oh just one more thing,” you hear Natasha call out from where she had stopped about twenty feet away. The two of you turn to face her, your hands clasped between you. Natasha smiles widely at you, and you can tell by the look on her face that you’re not going to like what she’s about to say. “I never would have guessed you’d be such a bottom Y/N.”

Her laughter echoes down the hallway as she leaves, and you groan loudly, burying your face in Wanda’s neck as she wraps her arms around you. She presses a soft kiss in your hair, and you can feel her body shaking with laughter.

“Just ignore her malyshka,” she says pulling back from the hug, “now, how about we go to bed and finish what we started?”

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wandaownsthisass · 3 years

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Late Night Appetite -- Wanda Maximoff x Reader

a/n: So this is porn w/out plot. Established relationship & Wanda is coming home horny and missing reader. Just straight up smut honestly - and I'm not sorry about it!!!

-- Had this on my mind for like a week so I hope it turned out ok, let me know if I missed any warnings. Suit I had in mind is pictured below bc I can’t get enough of it.

Words: 1999

Warnings/notes: NSFW. 18+ Only. Swearing, use of powers, strap-on sex, choking, lil praise kink, switch reader.

“Baby? Where are you?” Your girlfriends voice rang out through your shared apartment, the sound of the front door closing behind her.

You’re standing at your dresser, searching for pajamas to wear as you just finished a shower. You had the luxury of the apartment to yourself for the evening, as Wanda was at a local event with the rest of the team.

It wasn’t long before a pair of arms wrap around your waist, “Mm I missed you. You smell good”

“I missed you too, and you smell like alcohol” You laugh, taking her hands off your waist and turning around to face her.

You hadn’t seen Wanda all day, so when you noticed what she had chosen to wear, you had to force your eyes from dropping to her cleavage. Wanda was smirking though, knowing all too well this suit was your weakness.

“I may have had a few drinks, I had to do something to keep myself awake. I don’t think they helped with keeping you off my mind though...”

Wanda’s hands lower to your ass, squeezing gently before you laugh once again, pushing her off you slightly.

“Someone is horny tonight, why don’t you shower, and I’ll make you something to eat?” You suggest, in which your girlfriend pouts for a moment before agreeing.

“Fine. Better be good though” She kisses you briefly before making her way to your shared bathroom.

Changing quickly into a pair of shorts and one of Wanda’s t-shirts, you make your way to the kitchen and start making some food. You have faint music playing in the background, which Wanda uses to her advantage sneaking up on you.

A pair of hands firmly grasp your waist, startling you. “Ah! Wans, you can’t do that”

A warm giggle warms your heart before she speaks up, “Sorry I couldn’t help myself”

It isn’t long before a pair of lips attach themselves to your neck, sucking harshly causing you to moan, and you feel Wanda smile against your skin before running her tongue over it.

“I see you’re still horny” You say, pushing against Wanda to tease her, but it seemed that Wanda had other plans. As you push back against her, you freeze almost immediately as a hard object pushes back against you.

“Something wrong malyshka?” Wanda purrs into your ear, pinning you fully against the counter now, trapping you.

You clear your throat subtly, the thin fabric of your shorts allowing you to feel every inch of the toy.

“I take it you’re not in the mood to eat anymore?”

“I wouldn’t say that…just have an appetite for something else is all”

With that Wanda doesn’t waste another second before spinning you around to face her, her right-hand cupping your face gently, running her thumb over your lips. Her eyes are dark, full of lust as she enraptures your lips. You groan, before pulling back taking her bottom lip in between your teeth.

Her other hand is pulling at your shirt, and you take the opportunity of her wandering hands to catch her off guard. Palming roughly at the toy, it’s your girlfriends’ turn to moan, involuntarily bucking her hips into you, “Fuck”

“Do you like that baby?” You tease against her lips, grabbing the toy roughly again.

She kisses you hard, wasting no time to slip her tongue into your mouth. You slip your hands into her sweatpants, pulling hard against the harness wrapped around her hips, pulling her into you once again.

Wanda breaks away for air, staring at you intensely, the moonlight being the only thing lighting up the kitchen at this point. The glistening of her skin mixed with the lighting warms your heart, your eyes dropping down to her lips and she smiles back as your thoughts enter her mind.

“I love you” She whispers.

“I love you too”, your eyes flick up to hers again, “Now please take me to the bedroom”

“As you wish”

You yelp as Wanda effortlessly picks you up, with the assistance of her powers, and carries you towards your shared bedroom. Your back hits the comforter lightly as she lays you down. Grasping onto Wanda’s shirt tightly, you yank her towards your body, kissing her messily as your desires start to overwhelm you.

Wanda picks up immediately, your shorts discarded within seconds and you groan as she pulls away from your lips, running her hands slowly against your stomach before coming to rest at the edges of your thighs. Her thumbs rubbing circles on the insides of your thighs for a moment, before spreading your legs apart roughly.

She growls, “You’re so wet for me already”

You whine, pushing your hips up slightly, hoping she’ll take the hint.

“Patience baby girl, let me appreciate you”

“I need you Wanda”

She cocks her head, her fingers suddenly running through your folds, “And what happened to me being the horny one? Hmm?”

You can’t answer, the feeling of her fingers against you being too much to handle. Luckily, she doesn’t tease for much longer before two fingers enter you roughly.

“Shit” You gasp, your head slamming back into the mattress. Your hips rock immediately, following the rough movements of your girlfriend, her fingers exiting completely before slamming back into you.

The familiar tightness rises quickly in your belly, and you’d normally be embarrassed at how turned on you were but the sight of your fully dressed girlfriend fucking you was the only thing on your mind.

“Come for me” She commands, curling her fingers, hitting the spot perfectly as you come undone.

Your eyes peel open at the right moment, watching her glistening fingers enter her mouth, eliciting a deep moan from the redhead.

She doesn’t give you a second to recover before climbing on top of you, discarding your shirt somewhere on the floor, and reaching down towards her own pants. She slides them down enough for her to pull the toy out, and you make eye contact briefly before a loud moan falls out of you, the dildo driving into you roughly. Pausing for only a second, letting you adjust, she layers your chest with kisses, murmuring hushed words in foreign tongue against your skin. Your hands curled into the blankets below you for something to hold onto, preparing yourself for what was to come.

“I’m going to make you feel so good” She says quietly, before her hips pull back and thrust into you, hard. A grunt forces itself out of your body from her sudden movement, your back arching against her immediately.

Wanda didn’t pause again, instead continuing her movements again, and again, each time entering you with more force, your hips falling into rhythm with hers. One of her hands snaked its way to your throat as she repositioned so she wasn’t lying on top of you, instead allowing herself to see all of you as she fucked you into the mattress. “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat”

Your eyes were shut as you moaned again, “Wanda, god you-“

Her grasp tightened as she kept up her relentless movements, you could hear how wet you were, the dildo slipping in and out with ease.

“I what baby? You’re such a good girl for me, you have no idea how hot you are right now”

You could feel yourself getting close, your pussy tightening with each thrust of Wanda’s hips into you. You were loud, Wanda’s name and moans pouring from your lips, you thought you couldn’t handle anymore of her before her grasp released from your neck, one traveling down to your nipples, palming roughly. You gasped at the sensation, your eyes opening to see Wanda’s lustful eyes replaced with a deep red, her other hand was raised for a moment as red wisps flowed from her fingertips towards your pussy. You felt a tingling sensation on your clit, as you watched her fingers dance, “Fuck, I’m-I’m so close”

It didn’t take much more; a few more deep thrusts, the overstimulation of your clit, and her lips now attached to your breasts, you came completely undone. You moaned Wanda’s name a final time, louder than before, and came hard, clenching around the toy as she continued her movements. She kept up the pace for a moment, as her head fell into the crook of your neck, her own hips beginning to lose their rhythm. You knew her body too well, aware she was about to come, you lowered your hand to her hips, your palm coming down roughly across her cheek. You did it twice more, making sure this time the contact was a little harder, leaving bright red marks in reminder.

She moaned your name, praising you as her hips faltered and pushed up into you as she came. You ran your hand through her hair, pushing it away from her glistening skin, kissing her neck as she rode out her orgasm.

You both lied there for a moment, before Wanda raised her head, staring down at you. Your hand was rubbing her back under her shirt, scratching lightly against her skin.

“How are you doing up there?” You say, your voice hoarse.

Wanda smiles, kissing you gently. “That was hot” She answers, giggling against your lips.

“Oh, we’re not done baby”

Her brows furrow before she lets out a yelp, you flip Wanda on her back straddling her hips effortlessly. You crawl downwards, pulling her sweatpants off fully of this time, “Y’N what are you-OH”

You don’t give her a second before wrapping your lips around the toy strapped to her hips, humming as you taste yourself. Drawing out the movements, Wanda watches you intensely, propped up on her elbows, her hand coming down to aid you, grasping your hair tightly.

“You look so pretty like this” She praises, and you release the toy with a pop before licking from the base to the tip, eyeing her as you do so.

You’re aware she can’t feel any of it, but you feel proud as you watch Wanda’s head fall back and groan. You’re rubbing her thighs softly, and pull away from the toy, reaching to undo the harness. She helps you do so, and it isn’t long before the dildo is thrown onto the ground, replacing the toy with her pussy, your lips enclose around her clit, sucking harshly against her.

“Y/N, fuck”

You don’t let up, licking broad strokes up and down her pussy, tasting her on your tongue you moan against her, which causes her hips to buck up into you. You moan again as your hair is grasped roughly, pulling at the nape of your neck as you continue your attack. You continue your relentless movements for a little more, before Wanda’s body tightens and you clean her up as she comes undone on your tongue.

Wanda pulls you back up to her, and you kiss her again, her tongue slipping into your mouth, tasting herself on your lips.

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk after that” You say, falling against her body.

“Good. You need to remember who you belong to”

“As if I would want to belong to anyone else, only you can make me come that fast baby”

You’re kissed again, sighing into her lips this time. Her hand reaches down, stroking your face with her thumb.

“Now about that food?”

You roll your eyes, slapping her lightly across her face she catches your wrist immediately; her soft eyes turning dark as her grip tightened, “Careful printsessa, keep this up and you won’t be coming as easily next time”

Quirking your brow, you stare back, “Whatever you say Wanda”

You knew you made a mistake, but in moments like this you couldn’t help but push her buttons. And you did just that.

A flash of red released from her fingertips as your hands flew back, pinning you down against the mattress.

“You have no idea what you’re in for kotenok”

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mostlymarvelsstuff · 2 years

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Hello! I want to start by saying your stories are great and I love reading and re-reading them. I had an idea. You know the tiktok of the guy in a cowboy hat and robe dancing to Rasputin? So what if WandaNat was on a mission or something and their SO posted themselves doing that video. Probably messing around with Sam and Bucky or something. And Yelena sends the video to Nat like “great choice, sister.” Lol

Authors note: Thank you so much, I’m glad you enjoy them so much! Thank you for sending this request! I had a bit of fun with this one, hope you like it! 💖 Heres the video for those who haven’t seen it

Word count: 482 WandaNat Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

The two women sit in a peaceful silence as they sit in their assigned hotel room. Natasha sits in the chair by the window, watching through a crack in the blinds for the suspected Hydra drop off that was said to be about to happen today. Wanda lays back on the bed, mindlessly watching tiktoks as she waits for the action to start.

Nat can’t help but smile as she hears the other woman let out the occasional giggle at whatever has showed up on her screen. “Enjoying yourself over there?”

“As a matter of fact, I am. At least I’m not sitting here bored.” she replies

The Russian rolls her eyes, “Well, I’m not bored.”

“Yeah well, you've been trained for stakeouts. The amount of patience you have could let you sit there for the rest of the month.” Wanda teases

“What I’m hearing is that you need more training.”

Wanda groans, “Please no. I spend too much time in the training room as it is.”

“I was thinking of another way to teach you patience, malyshka(babygirl)”

The Sokovian can feel her cheeks heat up at her girlfriends implication. “Tasha!”

“What? It’s not like anyones here to overhear me teasing you, or hear anything else.” she replies

“Oh my god. You're insatiable sometimes.” Wanda says with a smile

Before Natasha can reply her phone goes off letting her know that Yelena has just sent her a tiktok along with the message ‘Look at your idiot’. Deciding she can spare a few minutes for the video due to the drop off time being a few hours away yet.

She clicks on the video and can feel her eyebrows raising as soon as it starts. What in the hell were you, Sam and Bucky wearing? Where did the three of you even get cowboy boots and cowboy hats? Wait, is that her croptop you're wearing? Are you using Wandas robe? Is Bucky wearing Steves golf shorts?

Wanda lets out a chuckle, “Why are you over there listening to ‘Rasputin’?”

Nat doesn't answer her, instead she only shakes her head with a groan, “Bozhe moy(Oh my god), it already has so many views….”

“What has so many views?” Wanda asks as she approaches Natasha. She peaks over the other womans shoulder as the video begins to replay. Her brows furrow in confusion, “Is that my robe- Oh my god, Y/n! Bucky and Sam too!” she exclaims before laughing

Nat can’t help but laugh along with her as the three of you dance across the screen to the catchy song. Another notification goes off signaling another message from Yelena, ‘Great choice sestra(sister), you sure you don’t want to return this one’

Your two girlfriends smile as Natasha clicks on your videos comment section, ‘Great moves printessa(princess)’ she hopes it makes you smile as much as your video made her smile

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yelenabelovasbxtch · 2 years

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We Could Be A Better Boyfriend

Kate Bishop X f!reader X Yelena Belova

a/n: Okay I know if you're on my page reading this fic you've heard Dove Cameron's new song! So obviously I have been listening to it non-stop and needed to write a fic about it. I like this story and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want it to become a series! There's just something about Yelena AND Kate...anyways I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Smut!, Fingering, strap, Drinking and driving (don't do this!), 18+, not proofread

Word Count: 2133

Concept: Your boyfriend stands you up on valentines day and you meet two women that want to treat you properly.

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After being completely stood up on Valentine’s Day because he had to work, you were 100% ready to break things off with your boyfriend. You felt embarrassed and shitty and you had no idea what to do. The two of you had been dating for 4 years but the last 2 of them have barely felt like it. He isn’t around as much as he used to be and when he is it feels like he’s not actually there. You decided to go to the bar in the restaurant you were supposed to meet him at and grab a drink. You had a couple too many and were feeling a little bit tipsy. As the night went on, the bar started playing music louder as fewer people were dining and more so drinking and dancing. By the time midnight rolled around, it was packed with people out drinking with their friends. As you sat at the bar you pretty much just scrolled through your phone since you didn’t actually know anybody there. You were talking to the bartender but since it got so busy he couldn’t hang around chit-chatting anymore. Right when you felt like it was time to call it a night a blonde girl sits on the stool next to you.

“Are you here alone?” She says in a thick Russian accent.

“Yeah. Boyfriend stood me up.”

“On Valentine's day?” You hear someone say from your other side.

You quickly turn your head and she another woman with black hair and the most beautiful eyes looking at you.

“Yeah, we’ve been on the rocks for the last little bit and I guess I just mattered so little to him that he didn’t even bother showing up to our reservation.” You say.

“Oh malyshka, that’s no good, I’m sorry that happened to you.” The blonde says.

You have no idea what she just said to you but she sounded sexy as hell saying it.

“Yeah, that’s really not cool of him, someone as beautiful as you deserves to be treated better than that. Don’t you think so Yelena?”

Yelena. What a beautiful name.

“I agree. How about you let us…show you a good time?” Yelena whispers in your ear as you look at the raven-haired girl.

She spins you around so she is mere inches away from your face as she stares you down with this look like she craved you although you only just met. As you nod your head she smiles, throwing back a shot of vodka and grabs your wrist pulling you out onto the dance floor.

The three of you were a perfect level of drunk. The flashing lights, loud music and having two of the hottest women you’ve ever seen dancing up against you…it was euphoric.

“I’m Kate by the way love,” She says whispered into your ear as she grinds on you from behind.

“y/n.” You reply.

“Nice to meet you y/n,” Yelena says as her hands travel down to your hips making you sway with her to the rhythm of the song.

You were pressed up in between the two of them and as Kate got closer and closer to you.

Her hands came around the front of your hips pulling you tightly against her. Yelena grabbed your face with one hand and she pulled her head forward so that your forehead met hers. You felt like you were frozen in time, and you wanted to stay there between the two of them forever.

“How about we get out of here and you let us truly take care of you?” Yelena says with a smirk as her lips are centimetres away from touching yours.

Before you get the chance to respond, Kate leans into your neck and lays little kisses going down it. “We could be a better boyfriend than him. Let us prove it to you.” She whispers in your ear.

As she says this, Yelena locks eyes with you and has almost a mischievous expression on her face. She knew you were going to say yes, how could you not?

“Let’s go.” You say.

Yelena’s eyes immediately shoot back and look at Kate as a big smile crosses her face. She grabs your wrist and pulls you through the crowd with Kate following close behind until you reach the exit. As you walk out, they pull you towards the back parking lot where they both had motorcycles sitting and waiting. Yelena helps you onto the back of hers as they both kick off and drive you about 2 miles from the bar back to their place. They lived in a huge apartment building on the top floor. The three of you are standing in the elevator and Kate and Yelena make eye contact as you stand in between the two of them.

“Lena…we are almost there. You can wait.” Kate says.

Yelena narrows her eyebrows at Kate’s statement as you stand there confused as to what they’re talking about. Yelena slowly starts inching towards you, “Lena! Like one minute tops.”

Yelena smirks at Kate as she grabs the back of your neck with one hand and pulls you in for a sloppy kiss. The two of you couldn’t see Kate rolling her eyes but Yelena knew that she was. The blonde pushes you against the wall in the elevator as she continues to kiss you passionately. As the elevator dings, signalling we’ve arrived at their floor, Yelena pulls away and takes a small bite out of your lower lip as she does.

Kate grabs your wrist and pulls you out of the elevator as Yelena fumbles through her keys. She unlocks the door and Kate immediately directs you to their shared bedroom.

As she pushes you down on their bed you hear Yelena follow behind her and close the door. You start to take your shirt off when Kate grabs your hand, “no, no love. Tonight is about you, let us do all the work.” She says.

Your eyes are wide as you don’t even know what to say because your boyfriend never treated you like this, he was barely able to turn you on. As you start to scoot up their bed towards their pillows you feel someone behind you. Yelena is sitting at the top of the bed as she pulls you up between her legs and starts trailing small kisses on the top of your head. Kate takes her shirt off and climbs on top of you. She connects your lips with hers as fast as she can, she tastes sweet. Like a soft mixture of her cherry lip balm with a slight hint of the cocktail, she drank at the bar. Kate pushes her tongue into your mouth, allowing you to taste all of her as Yelena starts pulling your shirt up your body from behind. Your lips separate for a single second to allow the shirt to pass over your head. In that time, Kate looks you up and down.

“Fuck– you’re beautiful princess.” She mumbles out as her lips crash into yours again.

You can feel Yelena’s hands wandering all over your body from behind. She undid your bra, which was quickly tossed aside and her fingers rolled your nipples between them which caused you to let out small moans into Kate’s lips. Kate pulls away and looks up at Yelena as she goes to kiss her too as her chest is shoved into your face. You started kissing Kate’s skin as she then pulled away and makes her way down your torso. The raven-haired girl starts pulling your pants off and leaving small kisses on your thighs as she does so. She managed to find a soft spot on your hip causing you to let out a soft moan and your back to arch oh so slightly. Once your pants and underwear were thrown onto the ground she spread your legs and started slowly circling her tongue around your clit. Wasting absolutely no time at all, you felt two of her fingers slowly start to insert into you. You let out a throaty moan as she pulled them out and pushed them back in again as her tongue continued to flick your clit. You could already feel the heat growing in your stomach. As Kate continued to pump her fingers in and out of you and her tongue drawing circles, Yelena was playing with your nipples bringing you closer to the edge.

“Fuck– Kate, I’m close.” You groan.

“Cum for me princess.” She says.

Those words were enough to push you over the edge. Your back arches up as she continues to pump into you letting you ride out your high.

As you come down and she pulls out, her fingers come up to Yelena’s mouth.

“You taste so good malyshka.” She mumbles in your ear. “Is it my turn now?”

Yelena pulls herself out from behind you as Kate continues to kiss your thighs, licking up any mess you made. The blonde stands off to the side pulling her pants down when you see a big toy spring free. Yelena was packing. You weren’t sure if you could recover from your orgasm so quickly but holy were you fucking turned on when you saw her wearing that strap.

“Can you help me out?” She asks Kate. Kate gets down on her knees and starts sucking Yelena off in front of you, getting her wet and ready. After about a minute or so she comes on top of you, kissing your lips, slowly and passionately as you feel her tip slightly graze over your pussy lips when she moves.

You were starting to get angsty waiting for her.

“Yelena–”

“Yes, malyshka?”

“I want– I need you inside me.” You say.

She lets out a little chuckle under her breath as one of her hands goes down to line up the toy with your entrance. You feel her tip slowly separating your lips as she rubs up and down on your clit making you squirm beneath her. After you were practically burning to feel her inside of you, she eases in ever so slowly, allowing you to fully adjust to her length once she was in all the way. It was the best feeling in the world. Yelena started slowly pumping in and out of you, smirking as she watched your head tip back from the sheer pleasure that was consuming your body. As she picked up the pace her head came down to level with yours, you felt her breath heavy in your neck as she was quickly pumping in and out of you. Your one hand was pulling on her hair as you moaned into her ear.

“Malyshka…could you do me a huge favour?” She whispers in your ear as she pulls back so your faces are so close that your foreheads are touching.

You nod in response not able to get physical words out.

“Could you let my beautiful girlfriend ride those pretty lips of yours?”

The question was followed by another nod from you where she then connected your lips with hers and pulled back again. Kate came out from behind Yelena and positioned herself on top of your face as her girlfriend continued to fuck you. You could hear the two of them kissing above you as you shoved your tongue into Kate’s pussy. You picked up the pace and without even realizing it your hips were bucking too, you were getting close again. Yelena and Kate could tell and the thought of you cumming around her girlfriend's dick was enough to edge Kate too. As Yelena picked up the pace again you were moaning into Kate’s pussy when she felt your body twitch and your hips flew up in the air holding the position as you climaxed. Watching this happen made Kate cum all over your face, moaning into her girlfriend's mouth. Once Kate had calmed down she flopped onto the bed next to you. Yelena stood at the foot of the bed, looking at both of you as she undid her strap.

“God, you two are beautiful.” She says. “Y/n, I hope we proved to you that we are definitely better than any boyfriend you may have. I hope you want to stick around.”

As she says this Kate turns to you pulling you tightly against her body to cuddle. Yelena hops in bed on your other side as you face her giving you small kisses all over your face.

“Yeah, I think I want to stay too.” You say.

“Good, and tomorrow…we make pancakes!” Kate says with excitement in her voice.

The three of you fall asleep next to each other and you had what was one of the best nights of your life.

– The End –

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