elizabethmaximoff89

[elizabethmaximoff89]

I’d love to see a Wanda x Reader fic where Wanda is practicing a new duplication spell, and she asks reader to help spot any differences between her and her new “clone”. The game turns flirty and then cue a Wanda/Reader/Wanda threeway :)

Seeing Double

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 3569

Warnings: Smut, Spell gone wrong (Or oh so right), Strap-on (R receiving), Oral on Strap-on (Wanda receiving), light bondage (Only a split second), Enchanted Straps, Cum filled Straps, Dom!Wanda, Sub!Reader, Two Wanda's, Anal, Double Penetration, Plugs, Anal fingering, Mommy Kink, Mistress Kink, Slight selfcest (Just making out), Squirting, A bit of Cock warming

A/n: I was so excited to write this. Hopefully it doesn't get too confusing with the double Wanda's. I tried my best to tell who was who when doing anything. Thank you for the request and I really hope you like it.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

“Wands?” You call out as you open the door to the study. Wanda likes to use it to practice her magic. You would normally never disturb her while doing so, but she has been in there awhile and you just wanted to make sure she was ok and to bring her something to eat and drink. She warns you that it is dangerous and she would never want to hurt you. So you normally stay away like she said but your nerves got the best of you so you made your way inside. 

The tray clatters to the ground. The cup of tea shattering on impact. Your stunned, mouth hanging agape. There in front of you is your girlfriend and also your girlfriend. You rub your eyes thinking something is wrong with you but when you blink there are still two Wanda’s standing in front of you. “I- What? Why are there two of you?” You stammer out. 

Both Wanda’s stare at you in a bit of shock. They never expect you to come in here and to see this. It’s like watching a mirror as both of them gain their composure at the same exact time. Their expressions are the same as they soften, seeing you and the fact that you had dropped what seems to be food and water for them, albeit there is only supposed to be one of them. 

“Detka a spell didn’t go quite as planned.” One of them speaks. “I didn’t mean to copy myself; it was an unexpected result of a spell.” The other one finishes. Which causes a different confusion now. “Which one of you is the real Wanda?” You question looking between them. They share a look that you don’t quite understand until the first one speaks. “Well we both are real Milaya. But since you're here now why don’t you try and figure out which one of us cast the spell.” The second one purrs in your ear with the last part. Both of them circling you like prey. You gulp both women making you squirm with their intense gaze. It doesn’t take much for your girlfriend to make you squirm like this but now that there are two of them it’s even easier. You nod your head at their words when you grow confident enough to look up into their eyes. 

The first thing you try doing is asking questions to both of them, but both of them answer all the questions correctly. You're getting frustrated with asking questions to the women. You feel as if you're a bad girlfriend for not being able to tell but the one is pretty much a carbon copy of your girlfriend. So you moved to a different tactic but you’re not so sure if it was the worst idea or the best idea you have ever had in your life. Both women are standing in front of you naked. You wanted to see if there were any differences such as marks or scars but both of them were the same. But now your mind is wondering.

You let out a noise of frustration and upset, almost sounding like a whine as you stand behind one of them. You haven’t noticed the swirl of red in their eyes as they have followed you. You're taken by surprise when the Wanda in front of you whirls around and grabs your waist tightly. You let out a gasp looking up at her. “Mommy.” You whimper. There is a proud smirk on her face. “Good girl.” She purrs, you can feel a gush of arousal at the praise. “But that pretty little head of yours has been very loud and very naughty. We have been listening to you for a while now. Do you want to be our pretty little slut? For Mommy and her duplicate to use you.” Her eyes darken as your eyes grow with surprise and need. You let out a whimper as you nod. 

Another body presses against you from behind. You can feel her hardened nipples in your back as her lips meet your neck sucking harsh red and purple marks on your skin. “You're such a dirty girl. Wanting to be used by us.” The second one mumbles nipping at your skin. “Fuck Wanda you should have made two of us a long time ago if it was going to turn her on this much.” She lets out a hum continuing to attack your neck leaving marks behind. Another whine escaping your lips as your head drops back onto her shoulder giving her more access. 

But as quickly as they started they both pulled away from you. “Whyyyy?” You whine, your mind already feeling fuzzy and needy for both the women from their touches. “Patience detka. I want you to go and sit on the couch.” Your Wanda demands. You obediently and quickly head over to the couch sitting down. “How about to keep things simple you can call me Mistress.” The other Wanda states. You nod. “Yes Mistress.” They both smile at how obedient you’re being. “Such a good girl we have. So pretty and obedient.” The second Wanda says. With a wave of her hand you feel the cold air on your skin. Your nipples are pebbling at the cool air now surrounding your body. 

“Mommy? Mistress?” You want them so badly to touch you already. “Patience. Do you want a punishment?” Your Wanda speaks. “No Mommy.” You shake your head and look down. You don’t hear anything for a second so you look back up and that is when you see it. The other Wanda gripping your Wanda’s hips kissing her harshly. The two are making out holding onto one another which is turning you on even more. Wanting nothing more than to be touched by them but you don’t want a punishment so you swallow the whimper threatening to escape. Your body squirms as your thighs become coated in your arousal. You're rubbing your legs together in any hopes of relief. But that is ripped away from you quickly. Red tendrils wrap around your ankles forcing them apart. Biting your tongue not to make a noise. You catch both women's eyes glancing over at you as they continue their actions. 

You're fighting everything inside of you that tells you to plead and beg for them to touch you. Your squirm in your seat as your arousal begins to soak the cushion under you. A small whimper that you weren’t able to hold back escapes your lips. Both women pull away and their eyes land on you. You quickly look down not wanting to meet their gaze. “I-I’m sorry.” You stutter out. 

A finger hooks under your chin. You hadn’t even noticed that they had crossed the room joining you both standing looking down upon you. Gently she pulls you to look up at her. The green in her eyes is barely visible as the blacks of her eyes overtake them with desire. “Tell Mommy what you want detka.” Her voice low, sending another wave of arousal. You try so desperately to close your legs forgetting the binds keeping them apart. “Want Mommy and Mistress to touch me.” Your voice barely above a whisper as both women chuckle. “I am touching you Milaya” You let out a  whine before a rush of words. “Please Mommy want you to fuck me. Want you and Mistress to fuck me till I can’t walk. Use me however you please. Just please fuck me.” 

Your Wanda is leaning down, lips hovering just out of reach. “I love it when you beg.” Her lips crash into yours, as your hands move to her waist gripping onto her. She asserts her dominance quickly as you open your mouth to let her in. Her tongue is searching for yours. You can feel Wanda’s need in the hungry way that she is kissing you. Still gripping your chin, keeping you exactly how she wants you. 

You're so caught up in the kiss you don’t even notice the magic swirling around until you feel a weight on your thigh and one that has slapped against your arm. You pull back quickly panting as you look down slightly. There around your Wanda’s hips is a red large strap with ample girth. A gasp leaving your lips at the sheer size of it. You quickly look beside you and see the other Wanda sitting there. You hadn’t noticed her even sitting at all. She is adorning an identical strap to your Wanda. 

In your shocked state the other Wanda’s hand snakes between your thighs swiping through your wet folds. “Fuck you’re so wet Kotenok.” She groans. “M-Mistress.” You whimper. Your Wanda sits down next to you and turns your face back to her and attacks your lips. The other Wanda plunges two of her fingers into your heat. Your moaning in your Wanda’s mouth as the other fucks her fingers into you. Your Wanda’s hands moving to your breast pinching and twisting your hardened peaks. Swallowing all the noises that escape your pretty little mouth. 

It doesn’t take long to have you on edge. Your walls clenching desperately around the other Wanda’s fingers, your hands gripping anywhere on your Wanda that you can, digging your nails in harshly to her skin. It all stops on a dime. Both women pull away from you causing you to let out another whine in frustration. Your wall quivering asking for their release. 

“Hands and knees Kotenok.” The other Wanda says. They both move to give you room as you scramble to get on your hands and knees. Your Wanda is positioned in front of you sitting up on her knees, the strap mer inches from your lips. The other Wanda is behind you and you can already feel her shuffling closer to you. She swipes the tip through your folds causing you both to moan. As your mouth opens to moan you Wanda shoving her cock into your throat causing her to let out a moan. You know now that both straps are enchanted and can feel everything. You can’t help but let out a moan at that which causes your Wanda to moan again. Feeling the vibrations from your throat on her cock.

“Mommy is going to use your throat while Mistress takes you from behind. You like that little whore?” You do your best to nod with her strap bobbing in and out of your mouth. “Fuck! This pussy is always so good.” The second Wanda says sinking further into you the stretch is slightly painful but oh so delicious. “Maybe Mistress will use this other pretty little hole back here.” Her hands spread your cheeks admiring as you clench. You try to speak but all that can be heard is gurgles as Wanda slowly fucks your mouth. The women don’t need to hear what you say and they don’t even need to read your mind, all they have to do is read your body's reactions. “By the way you're clenching I’m betting you want me to use this tight hole.” A finger presses against your ass and all you can do is whimper and press back.

“If I had known all it would take for me to be able to take that little ass of yours was to have two of me I would have done this a long time ago. I’ve been dying to sink my strap deep in your ass detka.” You look up at your Wanda tears in your eyes as she smiles down at you. But you’re caught off guard when she thrusts hard into your throat causing you to gag and for the tears to start spilling down your cheeks. Her hand cups your face as she wipes the tears. “So pretty when you cry for me. Such a good girl taking my strap down your throat.” She punctuates each word with a thrust of her hips. This sends your body back onto the other Wanda’s cock. Her lubed finger slipped into your ass, you don’t even remember her getting any lube but then you realize that she has magic just the same. Already feeling so full with just one finger you don’t know how you will take any more. 

The women start on a brutal pace of fucking your throat and pussy. As the other Wanda fucks into your pussy it pushes your further onto your Wanda’s strap causing you to gag. As she thrusts forward it sends you back further on the other strap while the other Wanda is still slowly fingering your ass. All that can be hard in the room is the sounds of moans, your gaging, and the wet sounds of your pussy. 

The finger in your ass is removed before feeling a cold metal pressing against your tight ring. The coldness makes your jumps slightly but neither of them seem to care as the other Wanda starts to press a metal plug into your ass. You let out a whine as it presses in stretching further than you have ever gone. The women taking pity on you and slowing down to take their time. The other Wanda uses her other hand to gently caress your hips. “Shhh it will feel so good when it’s all in.” She tells you as she slowly works it in. Your Wanda pulls back to give you a chance to breathe as it sinks in. You let out a groan when you feel it pop into place the slight fullness, a new and exciting feeling. 

“You like that detka?” Your Wanda asks you. You look up at her and see a gentle smile on her face still having concern for your pleasure. “Y-Yes Mommy.” You give her a small smile back. Once they both know that you are ok they quickly flip the switch back. Your Wanda shoving you so far down on her cock making you gag as your nose pressed against her stomach. The other Wanda pressing on the plug as she jackhammers her hips into you. Your Wanda holds you there as you keep getting presses further into her. Their moans bouncing off the walls of the room. Tears are steadily streaming down your face as they fuck into you roughly. 

Right now they are chasing their own pleasure you can feel their hips stuttering as they both fuck into you. The other Wanda has a harsh grip on your hips as she thrust hard and deep each time. Your Wanda has pulled you back slightly so she can fuck your throat enjoying as she watches the tears roll down your cheeks. Their moans turn you on, causing your thoughts to only be of giving them pleasure. Your walls are clenching tightly around the other Wanda signaling that you are all close to your impending orgasms. If it was even possible they seemed to have picked up their pace. The other Wanda hits your spongy wall perfectly with each thrust. You want to tell them you are close but they already know. 

“Fuck. Cum with us Kotenok.” The other Wanda moans. “Got a nice surprise for you detka.” You Wanda adds. Her hips jerked as you felt a warm sticky liquid sliding down your throat. You moan around her doing your best to swallow. The other Wanda’s load fills your pussy as your walls clamp hard around her as you cum with her. Your cum coating her cock as she continues to thrust, riding you both through your highs. Your Wanda is still lightly thrusting, filling your throat with her white sticky substance. As all of you come down your Wanda pulls out of your mouth and gently kisses your lips. The other Wanda staying buried inside of you. “So good.” You mumble causing both women to smile. “You didn’t think we were done with you yet, did you detka?” Your Wanda says as the other pulls back and thrust hard into you again. 

You have lost count of how many orgasms you have had now. They weren’t kidding about making sure you can’t walk. They have had you in all different positions as they fuck and fill you. Your body is weak and exhausted as you're now hovering over the other Wanda's cock. She is tugging on the plug as she removes it from your ass causing you to whimper. “One more detka. Hmm be a good girl for Mommy and Mistress.” Your Wanda smiles in front of you. Your brain is too fuzzy to fight it so you nod. “Okay Mommy.”

The other Wanda is laying back on the couch as they both help guide you onto her strap. She presses it against your ass as you start to sink down. Your eyes widened, your brain hadn’t put together that this is what they were going to do. “Mommy.” You whimper. “Shhh detka you can take. Be a good girl like we said.” She kisses you to distract you. Your body is being guided down on the strap as it slowly fills your ass up. Wanda swallows your sounds the further you sink down. She pulls away when you're fully seated on the other Wanda’s lap. “Fuck so fucking tight.” The other Wanda moans grinding into your ass which causes you to moan. 

Your Wanda moves and positions herself in front of you. The other Wanda leaning you back presenting your leaky abused cunt to your Wanda. She groans as the cum leaks from you but as much as she wants to taste you it will have to wait for another time. She positions her cock at your entrance slamming her cock into you in one swift motion. “Ahhhh fuck Mommy.” You cry out. The other Wanda is kissing and whispering praises in your ear as you adjust to fullness. They both wait for you to adjust before they start. Your Wanda circling your clit lightly to help your body relax more. 

Once they have given you time and they notice your hips grinding they start to slowly thrust into you. Your Wanda keeps her fingers on your clit as their paces pick up. They are now both pounding into you hard. With each thrust of their hips and filling you perfectly to the brim has you gasping for air. You're so full and the pleasure is becoming overwhelming as they stretch you to your max. They have both turned to praising you as they continue to fuck and fill you. Giving you gentle kisses all over your body helps to keep you grounded. “S-so full.” You’re able to mumble out. The women picked up their paces if that was even possible. 

You're all so sensitive already that it doesn’t take long for your orgasms to build. You're already teetering on the edge as your Wanda starts to pinch your engorged bundle of nerves. All of your moans are bouncing off the walls. Your whole body is shaking with pleasure as more tears run down your face. All that can come out of your mouth is incoherent words along with moans. “Fuck I’m going to cum.” The other Wanda says under you. You nod along as they continue to use your body. “Cum then.” Your Wanda moans above both of you. 

White hot sticky liquid fills both your holes as both Wanda’s cum hard. Your walls are able to clench around both of them as you cum harder than you ever have before. Squirting all over your Wanda’s lower abdomen while some gushes down onto the other Wanda below you. You see stars as your eyes roll back into your head. Your body goes rigid before relaxing completely between the women. They slowly fuck you through all of your orgasms before coming to a hault. 

You're so thankful that Wanda had bought the larger couch as they both rotate you on your side staying inside of you. You nuzzle into your Wanda’s neck exhaustion taking over your body. They want to give your body a chance to recover a little before pulling out completely so they both stay inside you not wanting to hurt you. They both are whispering praises into your ear gently kissing you and making sure you know that they love you and you did so good in such a vulnerable state that you are in. 

“You did so good for us, Milaya.” Your Wanda kisses your head. “Such a good girl” The other Wanda says, kissing your shoulder. Your eyes close as your body starts to get heavy between them. You want to ask questions like how long does the spell last and could it ever happen again? But your too exhausted and your throat is pretty raw from the throat fucking and all the moaning so you opt to ask later. Right now you will enjoy the comfort from the two women. They know they need to clean you up but they can see you need time to recover a bit before they can move you. So they give you some time to rest. Taking some time to admire all the marks that they left behind on your skin.

This isn’t what you expected today to come to when you stepped into that room but you are so glad that you did. Both Wanda’s thinking the same thing as they hold you closer to them. This was the best spell gone wrong that has ever happened and both of them communicating that it will happen again. 

[elizabethmaximoff89]

Mommys girl

warnings: bondage, mommy kink, strap on, wax play, ice play, nipple play, oral, blindfolding, chocking, name-calling, orgasm denial, mentions of bruises, crying

word count: 2.1k

summary: sub Wanda being needy

enjoy <3

“Hi…” you hear a soft voice coming from across the room. You turn around to see Wanda dressed in a short black skirt and an ebony bra. She’s leaning against the door, looking at you with hungry eyes. Her hair is let down, dark brown but it looks brighter in the room's lighting. “Oh wow,” you let out a low hum. You’re sitting by the desk in your room but suddenly stop whatever you’re doing to look at the woman in front of you. You haven’t seen her all day and when you finally do she shows up looking sexier as ever, it's not like she needed to have her top off to look incredible, but the fact she did made you feel a certain way. “Oh wow what?” she says with a smirk on, looking at you from across the room with her arms crossed. “Come here and get on your knees,” you said with a low tone, knowing she’d listen. Wanda liked being a good girl, liked being told what to do and liked getting praised for doing it. She also enjoyed being a bad girl sometimes, and you loved both of those sides.

She makes her way from across the room and kneels in front of you, her green eyes looking up at yours with an obedient stare. “You’re so cute,” you say as you notice a smirk form on her face, you move from your chair to slightly bend down, you can tell she expects a kiss from you but before you give her one, you put your thumb on her lips, slightly holding them open. You hold it there for a few seconds before she completely opens her mouth and sucks your finger in. You bend down and smooch her lips, giving her a gentle kiss. “Mommy wants to tie you up...” you whisper into her ear as your mouth moves down to her neck and sucks on it. “Oh.. please,” she says softly, her voice almost turning into a whisper. “Get on the bed,” you say as she gets up from the floor and lays on the mattress while looking up at you. You love looking into her eyes, especially when they’re starving for your touch, she had this glance in them that said “fuck me” but also “take care of me" and you wanted to do both. “Take this all off,” you say while pulling on her skirt and she undresses in front of you.

You grab a beige silk rope, that you used on her before, despite it looking like a regular rope it was much smoother and gentler on the skin. You’ve done this countless amount of times but every time you did you tried to make sure it isn’t tight enough to hurt her but also not loose enough for her to break free. You wrap it up against her wrist and get on top of her body while kissing her. Wanda's tongue lands in your mouth and you suck on it leading her to whimper, you wrap the rest of the rope from her already tied up hands to the bed frame. You stare at her for a while, trying to memorize every detail of her face, she looks beautiful, she always does, you couldn't help but try to think of everything you wanted to do to her at that moment. You move down to her legs and tied them to the bed frame. You grab a blindfold that was on the bed and put it on her face as she smiled. “I wanna see you…” she said laughing but you could also hear a tone of disappointment in her voice. “You’ll see me soon, trust me,” you say as you put the blindfold over her eyes. You got up to get yourself some ice that you had in the room, you wanted to make drinks with it but you decide to put an ice cube in your mouth instead, you know the girl tied to your bed probably knew what was coming for her but it didn’t make it any less exciting. You get on top of her, with the ice cube melting in your mouth, drops of it falling onto her hot body. You put your mouth on her nipple, leading her to jerk up at the cold sensation, you slide it across her chest and land on the other nipple, she moans softly and moves her torso up. For a moment you wish you could spit the ice cub out to kiss her pretty lips, make out with her, put your knee in her crotch and hear her whine into your mouth but you keep going, keep moving down from her chest to her lower stomach, stopping right above her entrance. You sit up on the bed to grab a lighter and light up a candle, and see Wanda smirk at the sound of the burning flame, she might be blindfolded but she’s smart. You hold the candle above her lower body and with your other hand spread out her legs open. The way you tied her up gave her some room to move her legs up but not completely close them. You want them to stay open so you put your hand on her thigh and slightly press it down to the mattress.

“Hold still for mommy,” you say as you tilt the candle sideways, letting the hot wax drip on her inner thigh, you hear Wanda whine as her body jerks up, her legs adjusting to the burning sensation. You keep going and let the candle drip on her other thigh. “Fuck..” she whimpers, breathing heavily, trying to move her arms and legs. You enjoy seeing her like this, you know she liked being tied up and left at your mercy. Watching her made you feel tingly between your legs. “Good girl,” you say as you keep tilting the candle above her body. Every time the hot wax touches her skin her legs shake a little more and a moan escapes her mouth. You get up to put a strap on, leaving her body there, aroused, waiting for more, waiting for you to touch her. You get on top of her body with the toy attached to you and push it against her clit, she moans as you slowly slide the blindfold off her face. You stroke the toy against her clit, knowing she can’t do anything but wait for your next move, she grabs the bedframe tightly and moves her hips trying to chase your touch. “Please” she whispers as you continue teasing her, going at the same pace, not any harder or ofter. You look at her and smile, you enjoy seeing her like this, looking at you with begging eyes, almost about to cry, her eyes get glossier as the seconds pass by. “Shh, I’ve got you” you slide the toy in her pussy, seeing her mouth open, you move into her slowly, the strap slides easily into her. You fuck her slow but hard, letting her know with each thrust that she belongs to you. You put your hand around her throat, letting the toy stretch her out. Her moans become louder as you slide in and out of her soaked hole. “You like mommy's cock?” you say as you hear her whine and look up at you with those starving eyes, she nods her head before being able to form a word. “You feel so good” she manages to whisper and you smile at her, continuing your pace. Your moves become faster as Wanda opens her mouth wider, you notice her legs begin to shake, you can tell they want to wrap around your body and pull you close, make you push into her deeper but she’s helplessly tied up. You notice her hips shake as you pull out of her in the most intense moment.

“No…” she whines as you sit up and look at her laying in front of you. Her hips desperately chase the air. You enjoy being in control of when she cums, and edging her only gives her a more intense orgasm in the end.

“Mommy please…” she says softly while trying to lift her upper body to look at you. You loved hearing the words escape her mouth, you enjoyed the power you had over her, and you couldn’t deny she had a hold on you too, you liked playing with her but in the end, you wanted to make her happy. “Poor baby” you slide your finger from her lower stomach down to her clit. You liked her being desperate, being wet and needy, begging for you. “What’s wrong?“ you ask caringly as you stroke her sweet spot in circles, leading her to whine more and more. Her hips move to try to match your pace. “Use your words, baby,” you say while the whining coming from her mouth just intensifies, her legs trying to chase your fingers more and more as you’re circling her clit. “I wanna cum… please” finally she’s able to let out a sentence. She looks so pretty like this. You make your way down the bed to taste her, you suck on her pussy instantly, leading her to move her hips up and moan. You move your tongue sideways while sucking on her clit, hearing her whimper. You get up and push the strap back in her without a warning, while touching on her clit, she’s soaked and her body trembles under your touch. You keep moving your fingers in circles, trying to find a rhythm. Your hips start to hurt as you move faster but you don't care, you wanna make her cum, you keep going faster hearing her not hold back any moans. You know your hand found a sensitive spot on her clit and you use that against her while not slowing or keeping up your pace, always holding her by the edge. Her soft whines coming from her mouth drive you insane, in the back of your head you wish you’d tease her more, stop and make her beg for it but you let into the moment and fasten up the pace on her clit, moving it side to side and seeing her legs try to squeeze together. You can tell she’s close. Her moans intensify and become so loud, you’re sure the neighbours could hear. “Shh, you want everyone to hear what a slut you are?” you say as your hand keeps playing with her clit as the strap reaches the back of her insides. Wanda tries to hold back and clenches her jaw but her moans still sound loud, even through her closed mouth. You stop touching her clit and slow down your pace, barely moving into her. “No… please” she protests again, in a whiny tone.

“If you wanna cum you have to stay quiet,” you say as you slowly move the strap in and out of her soaked parts. “Okay..” she says, swallowing her spit as you fasten up your pace and place your fingers back on her sensitive clit. Her moans sound muffled, as she tries her hardest to close her mouth, but it still occasionally opens. You loved seeing her try her so badly to please you, holding in those sweet cries as you make her feel good. Your hand starts to hurt from constantly moving at a fast pace but you don't want to stop, not until you see her eyes roll to the back of her head and they do. Her whole body jerks up and her hands pull at the rope, trying to break from the restraints. For a second you worry if her pulling on the rope would leave marks on her wrist but you also remember that she’d like that. You like bruises too, little marks and reminders that you belong to somebody. You get on top of her to loosen the restraints and make your way down to free her legs.

“You okay?” you say as you’re at the bottom of the bed, getting the loose rope together. Before you could make your way back in Wanda's direction she wraps her arms around you and kisses you. She smells of strawberries and a hint of lavender. You get intoxicated in her, you bite her lip and suck on her tongue as you move on top of her, pressing her down to the bed with your body. “Yes,” she says softly between the tender kisses you both share, they occasionally turn into slow and passionate ones but she’s too out of breath to keep them going for any longer. Your lips slowly back away from each other, you take a moment to look into each other's faces. Her eyes staring down into yours. you allow yourself to examine them, wonder what she’s thinking. You can’t help but kiss her again, you move your head to breathe into her neck and drown in the smell of her hair. “I'm not done with you yet,” you say as she bursts into a tiny laugh. “Let me breathe first” her voice calms you down.

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[elizabethmaximoff89]

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[elizabethmaximoff89]

Strapwarming. | w. maximoff

summary: in which wanda wants you to keep her strap warm while she works.

warnings: the literal title, top!wanda, use of strap-on (if you didn't get that already), r receiving, teasing, pet names,degradation, strap-on usage (again, in case anyone hasn't gotten it by now), ~slightly~ public sex

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

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"Fucking hell, y/n," Wanda groaned.

You'd been interrupting the woman's work for well into two hours at this point. It wasn't your problem that your snack and business mogul of a girlfriend had decided to do work at home even though the office was closed for a holiday. Furthermore, she did not even stay in her pajamas like the two of you usually did on days off. No, she decided to dress the full part, and part of you wondered if she had gotten ready this morning before remembering she had the day off.

Wanda's lofty income allowed for a spacious house for the two of you, furnished with a separate office that just so happened to be on the opposite side of the house from the living room. This meant there was no reason for you to be constantly popping into her office while she was working, but Wanda was too absorbed in spreadsheets to think much of it.

You had to admit she was cute when she was so focused. Her eyebrows stayed threaded together, her thumb and pointer finger grasping her chin like a thoughtful statue as her green eyes reflected the light of the screen. And oh, her lips, the way she pursed them when an Excel function wouldn't compute properly.

You, on the other hand, with a much less demanding occupation, could take the day off easy—that was, until you grew lonely and horny watching reruns of Bewitched in the living room that was so painfully far away from your point of desire.

So you waltzed in there around lunch, wearing your short Nike shorts and an oversized shirt, carrying a sandwich and chips on a plate. Wanda had not even heard you come in, and she jumped a bit when you set the plate down on her desk.

"Your favorite," you lilted, glancing at her computer screen to see hundreds of numbers all across a spreadsheet. Your eyes grew fuzzy just looking at it, so you looked down at your girlfriend who had already taken a bite of the sandwich and was back to typing with one hand. "Not even a thank you?" you said, trying to keep a playful tone.

Wanda looked up at you suddenly, as if she had already forgotten you were there. "Oh, yes—thank you, baby."

You ran a hand over the shoulder of her blazer and walked out, hoping she'd be more attentive after she completed that specific task. Of course, she wasn't, and after you had brought her nearly every snack and beverage in the pantry, you'd had enough.

This time you waltzed into her office loud enough for her to hear. She looked up at you as you came in and was about to nonchalantly look back at her screens until she saw the look on your face.

You glared at her, crossing your arms over your chest. She arched a brow at you, finally taking her hands away from the keys to lean back in her chair. She seemed to be stiff from the wince that pulled at the corner of her lip.

"What's the matter?" she asked seemingly innocently, but you could hear the knowing tone in her voice. She hadn't meant to ignore you all day, but the country picked the wrong time of the month to have a day off.

Chewing your lip, you sauntered over to her, coming up behind her chair. She had taken off her blazer a while ago, and was only wearing a silky black shirt with her more comfortable slacks. She turned her head as you walked behind her, and she opened her mouth to speak before she felt your hands on her shoulders.

You knew that Wanda loved it when you gave her massages. She always said it was the third best thing your hands could do—the first being getting her off, and the second being making her favorite sandwich. It was a rather demeaning compliment and would have been sexist under a different circumstance, but you knew your lovely girlfriend meant well, and it made you proud to please her.

But right now the incessant throbbing between your thighs begged for you to be pleased. You just needed to wind her up first.

"How'd you like lunch, babe?" you asked her, even though you had come and taken her empty plate an hour before. You punctuated your sentence by rubbing a tight spot in her upper back, to which she let out a soft gasp.

"It was really good," Wanda answered you, her eyes lingering on her computer screen. "But I can't help but feel like that look on your face wasn't worry over how my lunch was."

You leaned down and let your lips graze over her ear, your teeth nibbling it ever so slightly as you continued to massage her. "I'm mad at you," you whispered into her ear.

Wanda turned her head, her lips grazing yours. "And why's that?"

You clenched your jaw and gathered the confidence to turn her chair around. Wanda looked up at you in surprise as you straddled her, her hands coming to grab your waist to give you support.

"Because I've sitting around all day waiting to be fucked," you pouted, continuing to massage Wanda's shoulders as she gazed up at you amusedly. You could tell that she was tired, but you needed her desperately.

"Is that so?" she purred, eyes flickering down to your thighs that were exposed by your shorts. Her fingers nipped the hem of your shorts and pulled at the elastic material. Through one of the leg holes she could even see the pink fabric of your underwear, and she felt a flame spark within her.

"Very much so," you echoed, leaning down to press a kiss at the corner of her mouth. Finally, she moved her hands, gliding them up your thighs and over your hips, slipping up your shirt.

"Take it off," she grunted as she forced her hands to stop at your ribs, wanting to see you before touching you.

Nearly giggling in excitement, you immediately tore your shirt over your head and tossed it to the ground. Wanda groaned at the sight of your bare breasts, grabbing them hungrily and squeezing them.

You were so sensitive already that a soft moan escaped your lips. Wanda leaned forward and began suckling on your hardened nipple, sending an array of pleasure throughout you. Tangling her hands in her hair, you arched your chest into her mouth, her hand cupping your back as it curved. You were addicted to the way her hands felt on you, gliding down your spine, holding the flesh of your hip, slipping down and snaking through the leg hole of your shorts—

"Wanda," you moaned when you felt her cup you through your underwear.

"Fucking hell, y/n," she breathed, becoming obviously more flustered as she felt you. "I can feel how wet you are." You nearly blushed—you hadn't realized that you had been so horny that you had become wet enough for her to feel it over your panties.

"Please," you moaned as she began kissing your neck, placing her free hand firmly on the back of your neck to lean you down close enough for her lips to meet your throat. "Fuck me," you pleaded, your hands finding fistfuls of her shirt as you ground your hips against her.

You felt Wanda's hand glide down your spine, coming to grab your hip and pull you flush against her. You gasped when you felt something hard under her pants—she was already wearing a strap?

"I caught on the fifth time you came in here leaning over my desk like a slut, baby," she whispered into your ear as she pulled you down onto her again. "I know you've been craving Mommy's cock."

You moaned at the thought that she had snuck upstairs to put her strap on without you even realizing and that she had been waiting for you to come in there and get fucked. You felt her hand come down to her crotch, and then the sound of unzipping. Looking down, you watched her pull the cock out of her pants. She was rushed with her movements, both of your breaths trembling.

Feeling Wanda's hand on your hip guide you, you immediately lifted up, holding onto her shoulders for support, and watched her move your thin shorts and panties to the side, lining up the tip with your entrance.

Wanda moaned at how easy her cock went inside you as she pulled you down onto it. You whined as you felt her fill you up, tossing your head back and squeezing your eyes shut as fireworks exploded behind them. Your walls sucked her in perfectly, clenching tightly around the large piece.

Instantly, you began riding her. Her chair squeaked a bit as she thrust her hips up into you, causing the strap to bottom out. Her eyes were as dark as her screen that had went black as she watched you, the way your tits bounced as you rode her, the way you were already falling apart because of how long you had been waiting for it.

Embarrassingly enough, only several minutes went by before you already felt close to the edge. You grabbed Wanda's shoulders tightly, moaning louder as you felt the pressure increase.

Then a pair of hands forcefully pulled your hips to a startling stop. You gasped, immediately feeling your impending orgasm slip away from you as Wanda stilled her hips. Your eyes flashed open to see a dark smirk on her lips.

"Why did you stop?!" you exclaimed, not caring if you were being bratty. You had been literally waiting all day for her to fuck you, and now she was just going to take your orgasm away from you?

"Because I have work to do," she answered simply. Suddenly, the room blurred as she twirled the chair back around towards the desk. She scooted it closer, the action causing her strap to stir inside you. Your body jerked in reaction, but Wanda was frozen again as she clicked the space key on the keyboard.

Turning your head, you watched her screen light up as she began typing away, immediately picking up where she left off. Realizing what she was doing, you whipped your head around to wide-eye her. "No fucking way!"

An instantaneous look of anger flashed across Wanda's face at the attitude in your tone. Grabbing the desk, she pushed the chair hard up under it so that the edge was forced painfully against your back. You shrieked in pain and jumped forward, practically hugging Wanda as the pain throbbed in your lower back. "I'm sorry," you mumbled sadly into her shoulder, knowing you shouldn't have been so snappy with her.

"Brats don't get fucked," Wanda snipped, her voice suddenly cold. "Brats who interrupt Mommy when she's trying to get work done don't get to cum. But you know what they do get?" she cooed into your ear while continuously typing.

You hummed in response, trying hard to not roll your hips as your walls throbbed around her cock.

"They get a time-out where they sit on Mommy's strap to keep it warm until she decides they've been good enough to cum."

You held back a disappointed whine, burying your face harder into her shoulder. "Please—"

"Shhh," Wanda hushed, stopping the typing for a moment to take your hips and pull them down closer to her. Her strap went even further inside, causing your eyes to cross. "Stay still until 5 o'clock or you won't get to cum at all."

You glanced up through Wanda's red hair to see that the clock on the wall read 3 a.m. Two hours?! Two hours of sitting on her cock doing nothing?!

You kept your complaints to yourself, though, not wanting any more forms of punishment. You simply sighed and pressed your face into her shoulder, trying your hardest to ignore how full you felt.

It proved very hard. For every few minutes or so, Wanda would adjust in her seat whether purposefully or not. You would feel her strap bury itself against your g-spot, and you would let out a moan against her ear that she somehow ignored. You could feel your cum dripping out of you and onto her pants, but Wanda practically pretended you were not even there, latched onto her and sitting on her cock as she started replying to emails.

For a while, she didn't move. She became focused in a conversation with a coworker via email, and you could feel your eyes growing heavy. When she wasn't moving tortuously inside you, it was slightly comforting to be sitting in her lap, face nuzzled into her neck, listening to her type and feeling her breathe.

You had almost fallen asleep when suddenly the ringing of her home line made you jolt awake. Your own movement caused the strap to go even deeper, and you felt a twinge of pain that made you wince.

"This is a very important call, brat," Wanda said as she leaned forward to reach the phone, causing you to hold onto her for balance as you leaned backwards. "Stay quiet for me, will you?"

"Yes Mommy," you agreed, too drowsy to really question.

"Good girl," she whispered, kissing your cheek as she answered the phone. To your horror, she placed it on speaker.

You grew very still as a male voice came over the line, not wanting to accidentally rile yourself up and make any noises.

"The month end's all tied up except for post-closing," Wanda talked her business talk that you could hardly understand. "I'm gonna need the dividend numbers before I can get to the rest of it."

"Ah, we're working on it. There's a hold-up with processing," the man spoke over the phone, then went on some tangent about the imbeciles they work with.

Wanda laughed in agreement to what he was ranting about, but for once her attention was slightly turned to you. You felt her press a kiss to your bare shoulder, her hands rubbing your lower back in soft circles. They came down to cup your ass, pushing it forward and causing you to bite your lip as her cock nudged delectably inside you. You could even feel her poking at the inside of your lower abdomen, and your walls began to quiver around her as her touch reignited something within you.

"HR needs to get ahold of them. We can't keep running late on statements because the finance team isn't picking up their fair share," Wanda said to the man, inciting him to go on another tangent about HR.

To your shock, Wanda moved her hand around and slipped it under your panties, coming into contact with your clit. You exhaled as she began rubbing it in slow, tight circles, the other hand on your ass slowly goading you forward.

Finally, you sat up, feeling the desk against your back as Wanda made intense eye contact with you. You looked at her warningly, but she gave you the exact same look as she continued to fondle your clit and move you against her.

"I'm pretty sure Jerry knows he's on thin ice with us already, given the catastrophe last month with accounts payable," the man continued talking.

"I think he's half a strike away from getting demoted," Wanda remarked as she pinched your clit, and to your regret, a small noise came from your mouth uncontrollably.

Before you could apologize, a hand slapped itself over your mouth and pushed you backwards. You fell onto your back on the desk, your body being arched painfully as your head hit the keyboard. Wanda quickly moved it from under you as random letters appeared on the screen, but once she put it away she was back to torturing your clit and covering your mouth.

"Marcy told me that HR already sat him down three times," Wanda continued talking as she bucked up into you, biting her lip as the strap moved against her clit just right. She continued torturing yours, and you made muffled noises against her hand that you prayed weren't being picked up by the phone.

The man, fortunately, was a big talker who spent several minutes explaining his end of the conversation, because Wanda grew breathless as she fucked up into you, leaning back against her chair and thrusting up desperately.

Tears formed in the corner of your eyes as pleasure overwhelmed you. At this position, she was hitting your g-spot repeatedly, and even though her thrusts were sloppy, they were hard enough to drive you crazy. You pressed the back of your head hard into the desk as pressure built in your stomach. You legs were hanging onto Wanda's chair desperately as she jutted into you, trembling as you felt yourself getting closer.

Suddenly, the man's voice droned out, and you went half-blind as the orgasm you had been begging for all day finally presented itself to you forcefully and loudly. Wanda's hand squeezed your mouth bruisingly when your whines became louder, and when you could not keep quiet, she slapped the mute button on the phone as her coworker continued rambling, thankfully not catching your mewls.

"Fuck, baby," Wanda moaned, not being able to resist herself anymore. She stood up sharply from the chair, bringing your legs up with her, and held you by the hips as she began plowing into you, chasing her own high. The front of her pants were soaked by now, but she didn't care about anything other than fucking you.

Without Wanda's hand covering your mouth, you were a moaning, whining mess as she began properly fucking your sensitive cunt. She slammed into you so hard that your head was hitting the bottom of the monitor, and Wanda used one hand to make sure the monitor didn't fall off the desk as she continued to desperately plow into you. You could feel yourself getting closer again, grabbing desperately at her shirt.

Wanda watched your breasts move with her thrusts, and when she finally found the exact right way to move so that the blunt end of the strap was rubbing just right against her, she began to fall apart over you. Her thrusts became almost too hard to bear, and she forced you into another orgasm as her hand crushed your hip.

After a few blissful moments, you both began to come down from your high. Wanda fell into you, panting into your neck as she listened to the man still talking. You couldn't make out a single word, though, because tears were streaming down your cheeks and you were trying to get back into your right mind after being fucked so hard.

Wanda leaned up, looking down at you darkly. The man stopped talking, and she quickly unmuted herself and said something you couldn't make out before muting herself again and letting him ramble. Then she sat back down, pulling you down with her so that you landed on her with a hard bounce that made you shriek due to your insides being so sensitive.

"It's not 5 yet, babydoll," Wanda groaned, chuckling evilly and nipping at your neck. You looked up at the clock to see that you still had another 45 minutes before Wanda would free you of her cock, and you whined and buried your head in her neck again, listening to her type and talk on the phone before she slammed you back on her desk once the clock struck 5.

[elizabethmaximoff89]

Mouth. | w. maximoff

“i’m tired of your fucking mouth”

summary: in which y/n takes the liberty to insult wanda—and the witch finds a way to make you eat your words.

warnings: top!wanda, oral (r giving), degradation, dubcon, hate fucking, head-pushing, a lil slap on the face (never hurt anyone), wanda being heartless and hot at the same time, nat being a simp

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

masterlist.

You were not in the mood to have a party that night.

There was no way you would not show up, of course—you would just decisively scowl the entire time and ignore most everyone who talked to you, especially the rhyme and reason for your agitation: Wanda Maximoff.

The woman was the least friendly person on the team. Sure, she talked to Nat and Steve and Bucky, but besides that, she was prickly around the edges and a pain to be around because she had some sort of inexplicable hatred for you ever since you joined the team only a fresh several months before.

That night as you walked downstairs, first thing your eyes landed on was a pair of green eyes. While the entire lower level of the Avengers compound was littered with people, you were able to spot her out of the crowd immediately. Maybe it was the luminescence glimmering in her eyes as they scanned your dressed figure or maybe it was the inklings of red that swirled when she remembered that she hated you.

You switched your eyes away as you descended the stairs, your tight black minidress already riding up your thighs, trying desperately to tug it down as Nat came up to you.

“Hello, sexy,” she rasped, slithering her hands around your waist. The older woman had sort of been your mentor, helping you to fit in and find your place in the team.

“Do you not have anything less…” you trailed, wishing you owned a dress of your own so you didn’t have to rely on Nat’s not-so-modest selection.

“Slutty?” she finished for you with a quirk of her red eyebrows. “No, now come on.”

She interlocked her arm with yours, turning you and dragging you through the crowd.

“Who even are these people?” you questioned, watching two guys grind on each other. The further you got into the heart of the building, the louder the music became.

“Wannabes!” Nat basically yelled into your ear. Finally, she dragged you into the game room where the music immediately muffled once you stepped through the door.

“Jesus Christ,” you mumbled, holding your ear that ached from the loud music you had to walk through, not to mention feeling shaky from so many people bumping into you.

You looked up to see that Steve and Bucky were having a game of pool while Wanda stood as moderator over them. Her eyes met you again as you walked in, and you caught her subtly rolling them before looking back at the game. She must have came in there right before you just to get away from you.

Threading your eyebrows at her attitude, you felt Nat nudge your rib to tell you not to start anything. In reality, she was telling you to just take whatever fight Wanda always started first instead of trying to defend yourself. You relaxed and followed her as she neared the pool table, telling yourself that it was a party and you were supposed to be cheerful.

You watched distractedly as Bucky shot the cue and got the last ball into the pocket. “Agh!” Steve exclaimed, throwing his stick onto the table. “Again! I’m telling you, that arm is cheating.”

Bucky shook his head and laughed, taking Steve’s stick and handing it to Wanda. “Winners play winners?”

Wanda took the stick thoughtfully, a glint crossing her eyes as they slowly lifted to you. “How about y/n joins in?” she suggested in a lilting voice. “Then whoever wins out of us will play you, Bucky.”

“Fine by me,” Bucky shrugged and held his stick out to you before you could open your mouth in protest.

Wanting to run away, you slowly took the stick instead and twirled it in your fingers unfamiliarly. “I don’t know… I haven’t played in a while.”

“Scared?” Wanda scoffed. “Go ahead and take the stick back, Buck. This one’s too chickenshit.”

You gripped the stick harder and held it closer to you so Bucky wouldn’t take it. Wanda eyes pierced yours with a bored look, a lazy smirk playing on her lips.

“No, I’ll play,” you said in almost a whisper.

“That’s my girl,” Nat commented, giving you a pat on the back as you stood at the long side of the table. “Oh, uh, you stand on this side,” she sheepishly told you, moving you by your shoulders around the corner of the table.

As Bucky gathered the balls, Wanda scoffed at you and swung the stick expertly around her fingers. “Don’t get too out of focus, Bucky. You’ll be playing me in two minutes, tops.”

You chewed your lip to keep from snapping at her, but it was becoming exponentially hard with the cocky look she kept giving you.

The game started out roughly. The difference in expertise between the two of you became increasingly obvious when Wanda was halfway through beating you within five minutes. You felt yourself becoming stressed and irritated with each smirk and smug remark. You felt Nat pat your shoulder a few times to ease you, but you shrugged her off each time and focused on playing, beads of sweat forming on your forehead.

Even Steve and Buck were silent, feeling the intensity in the room as they watched. Eventually, you were holding out on your last leg, and you tapped the table nervously with your fingers as you watched Wanda make the shot that could make you win or lose.

You lost.

Steve and Buck both let out a noise of relief as Wanda won, and Nat was already stepping in front of you to take the stick before you would smash it over someone's head.

"See? Told you she'd lose. You're up, Bucky," Wanda said, already collecting the balls from the pockets to arrange them.

Heat flushed in your cheeks as anger tensed your neck. Without thinking, you stepped past Natasha and slammed the stick loudly on the table, causing balls to fly off and nearly hit Wanda. "Fuck you!" you yelled, feeling Nat squeeze your arm and try to pull you away gently.

You expected Wanda to laugh at your anger or shrug you off coolly, but a glare shadowed her eyes, her head tilting to the side. "Excuse me?"

"Do I need to spell it out for you?" you spat, pushing Natasha away from you harder than you meant. "F-U-C-K Y-O-U. Fuck you!"

Steve and Bucky exchanged worried, surprised looks as Wanda rounded the table, crossing past Steve and nearing you. You felt the brief urge to back away from her, but Nat was pressed protectively against you.

"It's a little pathetic to get so angry over a pool game, isn't it?" Wanda bitterly spoke, her voice dropping an octave as she came closer to you.

"It's a little pathetic to bully someone every waking moment just to feed that big, fat ego of yours, isn't it?" you mocked, attempting to step closer, but Nat kept you back with an arm around your waist.

Wanda's eyes flickered to Nat's arm. "Keep your girlfriend back, Nat," she muttered, her anger for you transferring to the redhead. She was friends with Nat, but seeing how protective she was over you made her want to barf.

"She's not my girlfriend and she sure as hell won't keep me back," you grumbled as you finally pushed Nat's arm off you and leapt forward to Wanda, coming face to face with her. Your jaw clenched as she watched you diligently, not flinching in the slightest when you jumped to her.

"Y/n, please," Nat begged. "Don't do this."

"Why not?!" you yelled, turning to glare at Nat in disbelief. "Why does she get to push me around? Why am I not allowed to defend myself without being judged or being seen as aggressive?! Why should I let this fucking weirdo antagonize me and treat me as the runt of the group when everyone knows she's the outcast."

An uncharacteristic shriek marked the back of your throat when you felt Wanda's hand latch onto your arm and yank you forward. You nearly stumbled into her, caught off guard as she stared down at you, her eyes burning red.

Without a word, she flung you behind her and started dragging you out the door. Confused, you were basically letting her until Nat stepped in front, Steve and Bucky following suit.

"Let go of her, Wanda," Nat said firmly, hand discreetly hovering over the knife at her thigh holster. She stared at the witch's red eyes with authority, but Wanda only chuckled and stepped closer.

"She's never gonna fuck you, Nat. Get over it," she spoke, her accent coming through. "Plus, there's no need to get yourself all riled up. I just think y/n and I would benefit from a private conversation."

Wanda tried to push past Nat, but Nat stopped her. "I can't let you do that."

Glaring at the redhead as her head tilted again, Wanda smirked. "I think you can."

You watched as a gleam of red crossed Nat's eyes. Snapping your head to Steve and Bucky, you saw their eyes turn red, too. Then, as if your arm wasn't being broken in half by a fuming Wanda, the three walked over to the pool table and started playing a game, talking as normal.

Before you could say anything to them, Wanda pulled you through the door and back out into the crowd of people and music that had only grown since you went into the game room. Dizziness spun your brain in circles as Wanda pulled you through the people and the chaos. You found yourself almost clinging onto her just to make sure you didn't get lost and stampeded.

Finally, you broke through the crowd with an intake of breath, only for Wanda to push you into a closet and slam the door shut. You rubbed your throbbing arm as she released it, standing in total darkness until she flicked on the dim light.

You were in one of the many armories in the compound. Surrounded by shelves of knives and guns and weapons in the tiny closet, you felt like there was no air in the space you shared with Wanda.

Your eyes flickered up to her expectantly, and a lump formed in your throat as you began to regret going off on her. Fear pounded in your chest when she took a step forward, pushing you against a shelf and pressing herself against you.

"I'm tired of your fucking mouth," she spat, and you felt bits of moisture hit your cheeks. "You think you can just insult me in there for no reason? In front of my friends?!"

You opened your mouth to protest, but a sharp slap met your cheek. Your head flung to the side, mouth falling open as your face burned.

Wanda grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed her face into your hair. "I said I'm tired of your fucking mouth," she said through gritted teeth into your neck, and you struggled to compose yourself.

She growled against you, causing a wave of warmth to flutter at your neck. Suddenly, you felt teeth piercing your skin, and you shrieked as you realized she was biting your tender throat. You tried to push her off you, but she fought against you to keep you pinned to the shelf that was digging into your back.

"You know what?" she muttered, removing her mouth from you to look at you, her breath fanning onto your lips. Her eyes were no longer red, but instead looked pitch black in the dim light and in the devilishness that shadowed them. "I think we should put that mouth of yours to good use."

You stared up at her, practically trembling. You should have known better to not poke the beast. Wanda may seem like just another pathetic asshole, but you tended to forget how powerful she was. Now you were more confused than ever, with your neck throbbing from the bite and her words bringing heat between your legs.

Wanda came closer, her lips grazing yours. She bared her teeth and slowly muttered, "Get on your knees."

Your eyes widened as you stared up at her. "What?" you breathed, thinking to yourself that she could not be serious, or that you must have been misunderstanding her. Wanda hated you. She hated you with every degree of hatred one person could have for another, and she made that glaringly obvious every single day. Why would she want you of all people?

"Don't flatter yourself, sweet cheeks," she grunted, and you felt her hand move down to her belt, hearing a clinking sound as she unbuckled it. "I just want to see that mouth do something other than piss me off."

A strong hand on your shoulder pushed you downwards, and your trembling legs were of no use as you dropped painfully to your knees. Gasping, you were eye-to-eye with her crotch as she pulled her pants and underwear down. Your eyes widened to see her glistening pussy, and you wondered what exactly had made her wet in the recent turn of events. You couldn't help but smell her, and your mouth watered.

"Come on, don't be shy. Where's all that bravery you had a few minutes ago, huh?" Wanda cooed, her hand caressing your cheek and tucking your hair behind your ear. You jerked your head away from her and glared up at her, trying to not look at her pussy that was teasing you to taste it.

"You're fucking insane," you whispered, ignoring the way your body betrayed your words by being incredibly turned on.

"Shut up," she groaned, her hand moving to the back of your head and bunching your hair into a fistful, using it as control to push your head towards her.

You opened your mouth to fire back at her, but you were met with her clit against your lips. You let out a stifled noise as she moaned instantly, pushing herself up against your mouth. You wanted to turn your head, to push her off, to punch her in her stupid but insanely hot face, but the taste of her tantalized you. You couldn't help but let curiosity lead you to suction your lips around her clit experimentally, and she rewarded you with another grunt.

"That's it," she purred you in a slightly softer tone, but she still had an edge of anger. "Suck me off like a slut."

Gasping at her insult, you tried to pull away, but she kept your head pressed tight against you. You let out a muffled noise of irritation and looked up at her fumingly. She bit her lip and looked back down at you with a lustrous smirk.

Wanting to retaliate from how much she was enjoying seeing your mouth on her, you let your teeth graze harshly against her clit. Her hips spasmed against you and she gasped from the sting, yanking your head away from her.

Anger flashed through her eyes as she stared down at you, noticing a bit of her wetness around your lips.

"You know what? Fine," she began, "If you won't act like the slut you are, I'll simply fuck your face like one."

Suddenly, her cunt was on your lips against, her hips pushing against you so hard that your head was pushed against the shelf. You instinctively grabbed her thighs for support as she ground against your face.

Wanda grunted as she rubbed herself against you. You felt her hand come down and slip between your head and the shelf, making sure it was not hurting you. Your cheeks blushed at the action, and it was enough to make you open your mouth.

"Good girl," she grunted, eyes fluttering shut and head falling back as she felt you run your tongue through her wet folds.

You slightly struggled to breathe as you lapped at her as much as you could with her grinding against you. Your tongue met her entrance, revealing even more wetness that collected in your mouth. You swallowed instinctively before pushing your tongue inside her.

"Fuck," Wanda moaned, her free hand grabbing the shelf for support. Your tongue was moving inside her just right, and your upper lip pressed against her clit every time she thrust her hips.

You could feel arousal pooling at your core from Wanda's sounds and her taste. You could not even manage to reason with yourself why you were here, on your knees, giving head to your greatest mortal enemy—and enjoying it.

"Just like that," Wanda breathed, grabbing your head and holding it still as she pushed herself harder against you. Your head bobbed back with the motion, and Wanda kept pushing herself desperately closer to your mouth.

You glanced upwards at the sight of her arm stretched overhead to hold onto the shelf, her eyes squeezed shut, her lips falling open, and her chest heaving as she came in your mouth, chewing her lip to keep from crying out even though the music outside was so loud the two of you could make out the song's every word from inside the closet.

Almost as soon as she came, she was off you, and you took a huge breath of fresh air as she leaned away and pulled up her pants. You felt dumbfounded, still on your knees and trying to register what had just happened when you heard her belt being buckled.

Wanda looked down at you with a breathy smile. "Good mouth on you," she said with a pant. She smirked at her cum all over your lips and chin. "Keep it closed unless I'm using it from now on, yea?"

Your face flushed with anger, but Wanda stepped out of the closet before you could scream at her, leaving you on your knees in the closet with the taste of her on your tongue.

[elizabethmaximoff89]

i could be your favorite girl

ship: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary/request: a quiet, suburban life might’ve been nice at first, but after years of marriage and two sons later, wanda is starting to feel like she’s in a rut. but she never expected the spark that she needed to come in the form of the new babysitter. (au where vision lives and they move to westview and have the twins)

word count: 4.2k

warnings: smut (18+ only), cheating, implied unhappy marriage, angst if you squint, legal age gap (reader is in college), a whole lot of sexual tension, mommy kink, praise kink, fingering and oral (r receiving), gags, possible hinting at d/s themes, soft smut for soft milf wanda

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“So, I’ve left some money on the counter for pizza,” Wanda says as she ushers you through her home into the kitchen. There’s various toys scattered around the place, and old drawings on the fridge that are proudly signed by each of the twins. You spot the cash that Wanda’s pointed out and nod. 

“Perfect, thanks Ms. Maximoff,” you say politely. 

“Honey, how many times do I have to tell you that Wanda is just fine,” she rolls her eyes, but she’s clearly holding in a laugh. “You’re starting to make me feel old!” 

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[elizabethmaximoff89]

*·ﾟ𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Biker!Ari Levinson x naive!reader (biker x baker au)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | fluff, size difference, 6’7” Ari, innocent!reader, soft!Ari, possessive behaviour, SMUT - minors DNI, p*ssyjob, size kink, innocence/ruined kink, daddy kink, panty sniffing, (so much) dirty talk, spitting, fingering (f), praise kink, degradation, dumbification, breeding kink, unprotected sex (p in v), squirting, creampie

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Months into your relationship with Ari, he finally indulges in his deepest desires—that are also his biggest-little fears. Based on this ask.

𝗪/𝗖 | 6.47K

𝗔/𝗡 | hi anon, thank you for being patient with this request, it's my first time writing for ari ! I scrapped the smut last night and rewrote it—this is so filthy, someone needs to shut biker!ari up. All mistakes are my own. [all asks — all drabbles]

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Bear, be quiet.” You giggle, crumbling beneath his weight as he leans on you, “Ah! Walk, Ari!”

The big, burly man growls, rubbing his nose on your head. “Mhm, you smell like sugar cream…” His hand drags along the wall as you stumble further down the hall, and he’s hanging off you like a limp sack of muscles and hair.

“I—hold on,” you reach into the pocket of his leather jacket, fishing out his keys. Silver shines in the dim lights, the handmade beaded bracelet hanging from the ring, a carefully chosen pattern of blue, pink and lilac—not purple, lilac is prettier, Ari told you. The gift was too small for his wrist, so he added it to his keys instead.

Although, you wish you thought about sizing before making it because seeing the usually stone-cold and silent biker wearing a cute beaded bracelet would be amusing.

Ari was smooth, observant and worldly-wise, clad in leather and denim, with a chain around his neck and rings on his hands if it were a special occasion. That was how everyone knew him. To you, he was the sharp and collected co-owner of the mechanic shop across the street who never seemed to take his lunch break.

You were kind, sensitive and sincere and started to sneak in bundles of neatly packaged freshly baked goods to leave them on the counter whenever he went into his office. Far too shy and nervous to say a single word to the domineering biker.

This went on for weeks, and you started leaving more treats for the rest of the bikers employed at Fast Lane Mechanics. Ari and his friends were getting spoiled by the little angel from the bakery, filling up on the pastries from The Snickerdoodle.

Then one day, Ari caught you. You got startled and accidentally walked right into the wall during your abrupt escape—the biker proceeded to tuck you into his office until you calmed down.

That was months ago, and you’ve been dating ever since. To be fair, you were very hesitant to say yes because of your lack of experience with relationships. But Ari, ever the gentleman, has worshiped the ground you walk on and your existence—even if it goes unnoticed by you, as most things tend to do.

“Are you going to give me your sugar cream?”

You struggle to unlock his apartment door, oblivious to the growing tent in Ari’s jeans. “Uh…the bake sale is tomorrow, but I don’t mind giving my boyfriend a free treat.”

The door swings open, slamming into the wall as you cringe. Stepping into the dark living room and kicking the door shut, you wobble towards the bedroom. Ari’s chin bumps against the top of your head as he showers you in kisses.

“Wasn’t talkin’ about that cream.”

“Hm?” You look up at him, finally making it to his bedroom and attempting to set him on the bed, but he clings to you. You collapse onto his chest with a squeak, straddling his hips.

“I missed you today, angel,” Ari smirks, dark hair fanning across the sheets like a halo. He easily moves you until you’re seated on his bulge.

Your eyes widen and you gulp nervously, intimidated by the size. “I-I missed you too…”

“I like your new skirt, it‘s cute.” He pinches the flimsy fabric before sliding his hands up your thighs. “I wish I stopped by the bakery today, I could’ve seen you in your little apron and that headband with the bow. Always so fuckin’ adorable in your uniform.”

You giggle and try to push him away, “You’re not too bad yourself, handsome, covered in grease and those work jeans—ah!” You’re flipped over, crushed under his weight. A stream of laughter flows from you as his fingers dig into your sides, your legs and arms flailing as he tickles you relentlessly.

Ari’s breath catches in his throat, his hands freeze and his eyes fall between your thighs. Your skirt is flipped up, revealing the cotton panties that cup your mound.

The alcohol in Ari’s system has him thinking with a one-track mind, drunk off the memory of a past date that ended with his cock sliding along your wet cunt. The sweetest moans poured from your lips as he moved you how he wanted with ease. Firmly seating you on his bare length and gripping your thighs, watching your cream coat him.

He remembers smelling you on his beard when he dropped you off at home.

You had requested to take things slow—and it’s been absolutely perfect, Ari didn’t mind that it took over three weeks to kiss, and even longer to do some over-clothes touching.

Although, this was utter torture. Now, Ari must restrain from devouring you like a beast. He’s fingered you and rubbed his dick against your folds, but he’s only ever been inside with the tip and that was after spending a good thirty minutes opening you up.

You’re smaller than him and extremely more delicate than his 6’7” beefy tower of muscle and meat.

Worst of all, you’re unaware of the effect you have on him. Teasing him with your gentle touches and soft-spoken words, your compassion and your body striking him to the core. Nearly begging him to just lift you up and carry you wherever he wants. To hide you away from the rest of the big, wide world.

As Ari’s hand draws closer to your heat, you swiftly escape from under him. With your ass in the air, you crawl off the bed and stand on solid ground again. “You deserve a timeout for that, mister.” You point a finger.

God, he loves you, but he’s not drunk enough to let that slip. You love him too and similarly, you need a drink to get that confidence to say it—you were just too damn shy.

“Hm, how about you just give me a kiss instead?”

Not only are you physically weaker than the biker, but you’re awfully vulnerable to that deep drawl and those light blue eyes, his dominant nature pulls you toward him like a magnet. Ari cups your cheeks, bringing you in an uncoordinated but tender kiss. It goes from gentle pecks to his tongue slipping between your lips. His skilled digits trail up your legs and under your skirt again.

“Bear, you’re so handsy…” You squirm, ignoring the dampness in your panties because there are more pressing matters at hand. As the clock strikes midnight, you know that waking up in the morning will be a pain.

Dropping to your knees, you shiver as his warmth crawls up your arms and he tugs on the collar of your shirt. As you unbuckle his belt and start dragging his pants down, Ari closes his eyes in anticipation, awaiting the bliss that comes with your lips around his cock. Blood rushes through his veins as he remembers the first time you sucked him off, all innocent and nervous—is this okay? You’re so big… I don’t know how I’ll fit you in my mouth.

That ecstasy turns into confusion when he doesn’t feel you rub over his length because that was the first rule he gave you about blowing him. He loved feeling your hand over his clothed cock, almost as much as he loved watching you choke on his fat girth.

And you were always a good girl and a good listener.

Ari sits up, suddenly very sober and aware.

“There,” you lean back on your feet, beaming up at him. So small, delicate between his thick, toned thighs, “now you can sleep all nice and comfy. Jeans aren’t good pyjamas.”

If possible, his heart grows bigger to offer even more affection for you. “I’m going to marry you one day.” Ari flops on his back, his dick shamelessly straining his boxers. “I already told the guys, Curtis and Bucky were arguing about who should be my best man.”

Your eyes fall to the bulge. And unfortunately, you can’t hide from your brain that replays those sinful events like a movie, Ari’s filthy words playing in your ears, his rough hands holding you so tightly. You whimper, subconsciously clenching your thighs before your head snaps up, “You’re drunk, Ari. You don’t mean that.” You’ve only been dating for a few months, too early to meet extended family, let alone, get married.

“Really? Go check my nightstand.”

You shoot up and process his words, then you eagerly start crossing the room but Ari grabs your wrist. He pulls you to stand between his legs, flashing you a knowing smile, “Aw baby, you want to be my wife already?” He chuckles, soft blue eyes gleaming, “There’s no ring—yet. I still haven’t measured your finger.”

Your heart settles as yet echoes in your head, you want to hide away, “Y-You’re so drunk…”

His fellow biker friends had called you when Ari was too intoxicated to get home by himself, they offered to call him a cab, but you were still at the bakery preparing for tomorrow’s bake sale. So, you swung by the bar, pulling up along the row of big shiny bikes as the handsome men hauled your boyfriend into the passenger seat.

To others, Ari was fairly quiet, only speaking when his voice was needed yet he wasn’t shy by any means. More of a silent observer with a searing gaze that could be felt through the skeleton to the soul. Your bones were familiar with that burn, while your inner thighs were still healing from his beard after he ate you out yesterday.

“God, I hate that…”

“Hate what, bear?”

“Your fuckin’ seat—always gotta put it back when I’m drivin’ this tiny bug.”

You giggle, reaching over to unbuckle his seatbelt. “It’s because you’re a giant.”

Ari sighs to himself, tapping his pen on the desk as last night’s events repeat in his mind. He doesn’t know if he should feel humiliated over his behaviour or frustrated—both sexually and generally—over you.

It wasn’t a ring in his nightstand, it was a key to his apartment, personalized with your favourite colours. He’s relieved you didn’t open the drawer, perhaps it was too early to give you a key to his place, but he adored you so deeply.

He’s dreamt of the things you could potentially do together if you had a key—or, better yet, lived with him—surprising you with breakfast in bed, spending the weekends lounging on the couch or in the kitchen where you’d attempt to teach him recipes. He can imagine ordering-in dinner together only to fill up on flawless baked goods that you’d make, dressed in his clothes with your apron, just like the little angel you are.

Domestic, soft things that he’s never fantasized about in his life.

As always, on the tail of those wishes are his fears. In the grand scheme of things, they’re insignificant and shouldn’t matter, especially since you’ve displayed a fondness for it. Those small concerns wrap around Ari’s mouth and keep him from ravaging you like a wild animal, keeping him from diving headfirst into his deepest desires.

His little fears aren’t things like missing payments, losing the shop or his friends, not even wrecking his prized bike. Those are reasonable worries that could greatly impact his life, but they’re different from his tiny, truly comical concerns. Ari’s ridiculous little fears revolve around you. With you being so much smaller than him, graceful and pure in every sense, his biggest-little fear was hurting delicate you.

Of course, he’d never intentionally harm you—you’re the most gentle bear, Ari—but your size difference was a touchy subject for him. He doesn’t know how much longer he can control himself, one wrong move and he’ll wreak you wherever you stand. And this time, it will go the way in.

Why did you have to be so irresistible?

It’s concerning how hard and fast Ari has fallen for your clumsy and sugary charm. He loves you yet, he feels guilty about tainting you. Colouring your blank pages with his shades of sin in bruises and bite marks, but his sick hunger to ruin you were stronger than that remorse.

He inhales sharply, your voice echoing in his head—that first night, you called him daddy, only to never repeat it, even when you did things. He doesn’t think you noticed either. Daddy, it was a breathy gasp as your juices poured out, covering his thick, heavy cock.

Ari is tempted to leave the shop early just to get off with the thought of you.

You aren’t safe from him. Your innocence, your body and your mind aren’t sheltered from him, and he’s already tarnished the thought of you. In his head, you’re withering on a bed, covered in his saliva and seed, with marks sitting pretty on your softest parts.

It’d be incredibly easy to pick you up and fuck you anywhere, on the desk, against the wall, on his bike. He foggily recalls having you to ride his face after one date—oh no, he talked about your sex life with his friends too, that included voicing all of his pent-up frustration too.

“—No, she definitely wants that.” Bucky sips his beer.

“How do you know that?” Ari huffs, tipsy enough to spill his concerns to his best friends. He doesn’t remember much of what he said, but it was about your size difference and his influence on your purity.

Across the table, Steve agrees. “You can just tell.”

Curtis nods. “It’s when she looks up at you like she’s got other things in mind, and she bites her lip. I’ve seen her stare at your arms, she clenches her thighs and squirms, just waiting for you to pick her up—”

Ari frowns, “—All right, that’s enough.”

Curtis raises his arms, his beanie is drawn low. “I’m just saying… you’re scared of nothing, you should be thankful that she gets off on your size difference too.”

“I know.” Ari elbows him, “stay the hell away, jerk.”

The man scoffs, “I’ve got my eyes set on that one.” He smirks as the beautiful waitress swings by and picks up their glasses for another refill. “Hey baby, you come here often?”

The rest of the bikers groan as the woman chortles, shoving his shoulder. “I work here, you dummy.”

Curtis smirks, bringing his girl in for a quick kiss. “Mhm, and your shift is almost done. I’m staying here for a little longer, but I’ll bring home your favourite take-out.”

“Are you trying to get out of changing the cat litter?”

“I’m trying to love up on my lady, is that a crime?”

The young woman prys his fingers from her hip, “This is still my workplace so keep those hands to yourself.” She turns to Ari, “How’s your girl? I’ve heard folks talking about the bake sale all day.”

He’s about to answer, but Bucky interrupts. “Ari wants to devour her but he’s scared because she’s so small compared to him—”

“—everyone is.”

“—but it’s obvious she wants him to, she just doesn’t know it.”

A grin plays on the waitress’s lips. “Well, this is juicy.”

“We’re trying to make him go for it. You know they’ve only done pussyjobs?”

Ari’s jaw drops as he smacks the back of Curtis’ head, “fuckin’ loudmouth, and that’s not true.”

“Oh, right, sorry—Ari’s only ever fit the tip in.” The other men burst into giggles while Ari whacks Curtis again.

The woman stifles her laughter, ignoring her boyfriend’s curses. “She’s as innocent as they get and trust me, a girl like her doesn’t know unless you spell it out for her. And I’ve seen her with you, Ari, she certainly has the same interests as you.”

Most people look up to the biker because he stands at 6’7”. Although, your size difference runs much deeper than that.

He’s impartial and stern, his voice is loud, clear and commanding, his choice of words is well-thought-out and highly valued. A tall and sturdy stature like a skyscraper, his thick and powerful muscles are well-earned with his consistent gym sessions.

On the other hand, you’re soft-spoken, pristine and shy. Terribly naive with meeting new people and seemingly normal social interactions, including sexual innuendos. Clad in skirts and dresses of pastel shades with knee highs, always smelling sweet with the most adorable smile.

Ari is wide and confident, as deep and intriguing as the sea. He can be as cold as the deepest trenches, harbouring secrets that will never see the light of day. And, you're nothing like that. You don’t have the ability to be cold or bitter, you were made as soft and sweet as the baked goods at The Snickerdoodle. Most importantly, you had the power to turn the strict biker into a pile of flirtatious, sincere adoration and gentle caresses with a single glance.

Ari can’t remember the last time he was this invested in a relationship—or a person.

In the dictionary, there would be a picture of you under the words soft and sinless. And, under smitten, would be a photograph of a lovesick Ari with a bright blush erupting under his beard.

Soon enough, Ari starts working again. Going over the documents on his desk, marking things to bring up with the rest of the guys as the hours fly by. Then, Curtis bursts through the office door with grease on his hands and arms, “Hey, that guy is back.”

Ari’s face twists in confusion, “What?”

“That guy who flirts with your girl.”

The biker stiffens, narrowed gaze set on his friend. If this wasn’t a sign, he didn’t know what was.

Curtis scratches his beard as a suspicion arises about what’s going through Ari’s mind. He decides to add a little more fuel to the fire. “Yeah, he’s been across the street for a while and has snatched up each sample from the bake sale at least twice.”

It happened all too fast for you to process.

First, you’re chatting happily with a regular customer, answering his strangely daft questions between packaging orders for the bake sale. Then, the little bell rings from above the door and heavy footsteps walk up to the counter before a wall of shadows appears.

If you were paying attention, you would’ve seen Ari and the guys push the man out of the way. As they line up along the counter by the display, shoulder to shoulder with threatening glares that send the man rushing out.

“All of it? Are you sure?”

Ari nods, “Steve doesn’t have anything for the party at the community centre—even though he said he would. Plus, the guys and I haven’t had lunch yet.” He plucks a cupcake from a platter, taking a large bite and getting icing in his beard. “Tastes delicious, angel, you bake any maple pecan danishes?”

Still overwhelmed by him buying the entire bakesale stock, you fumble over your words. “Uh-huh… back—they’re in the back.” You answer breathlessly. “Mrs. Martha is going to have a heart attack.”

That wasn’t completely wrong—although it would have been more accurate if you added: “and I.”

Once Ari’s massive order was packaged and divided among the bikers, Mrs. Martha, the owner of the bakery, gave you the rest of the day off. You accepted Ari’s offer of a ride home on his motorcycle and clung to him like a koala until he pulled up to his apartment.

Those events have led to you splayed out on his bed. Clothes in a haphazard trail from the front door to his bedroom, your panties clenched in his fist as he brings them to his nose.

“Bear, I—” you shuffle backwards as he kneels on the mattress, yanking your ankles until you’re flat on your back. Then, he’s on top of you, his heated gaze set on you as your cotton panties hang from between his teeth.

“Hm?” He suckles the gusset, groaning lowly at your taste.

You whimper as his clothed length presses against your heat, snug between your folds as he pulls you closer. “Uh, what’s going on—” You’re cut off by a cry as Ari starts moving, slowly grinding against your cunt.

Instantly, his boxers are soaked with you, it seeps through the fabric to his cock, and releases the desire he’s kept locked behind iron bars. It’s free and starving and making him shameless.

“You’re so good, angel, you know that?” Your panties land on the bed and Ari sinks lower until his lips meet your neck. His beard tickles you between his kisses, “Always so polite—too polite, and so innocent.”

You melt into the sheets, and your legs wrap around his hips as he thrusts against your cunt. He murmurs against your skin in a gravelly tone, “You don’t even notice when a man is flirting with you.”

“Huh?” You gasp.

“It’s okay, I’m not upset with you. I know you can’t think for yourself. Such a sweet, beautiful girl, so neglectful and oblivious—that’s why you need me.” He reaches down, pulling out his throbbing dick and sliding between your creamy petals, he growls at the feeling of your warmth, “Just a dumb baby brain. You need daddy to think for you, huh?”

You don’t have a chance to feel mortified because Ari leans back, slapping the fat tip on your button, sloppily tracing around your hole.

“C’mon, angel, say it. You said it that first night, but you were too cockdrunk to notice. Can’t think when my dick is on your pussy, yeah? Look at us.” He demands, leaning forward so his shaft is on your tummy.

He’s huge and heavy, his balls against your centre as he trails the wet head along your skin, marking you. He’s so big that you’re a little uneasy about the size difference, the head of his length lying on your belly, showing you exactly how deep he can reach inside you. His thumb dips into your mouth, “my stupid baby can’t speak either?”

You nod dumbly and suck on his finger, your mind drifts away as the second's tick by. Ari coos, grabbing your chin and bringing you up, he kisses you messily. Giving in to his darkness, and becoming the beast he was once terrified to be.

As you fall back onto the mattress, your head sinks into the pillows and he spits down where you meet. Watching you carefully, “You’re so pretty, angel.” He groans, swinging your legs over his shoulders, further spreading you open. Grasping his thick base, he rubs the bulbous tip on your folds, coating himself in your slick as lewd noises fill the room.

“You hear that? You’re so wet, just a little mess for daddy. Need me inside your tight pussy, huh? Stretch this little fuckhole, make you mine.”

You clench, you’re at his mercy, cradled in the palm of his rough hands, vulnerable and taken with every word that pours from his lips.

“Want my cock baby? You’ve never let me inside and that’s not very nice, is it?” He’s been starved for far too long and looking down at you whining as his shaft slides through your folds, drenched in your sweetness.

This doesn’t feed Ari’s desire, he needs to be inside you, splitting you open. He has an appetite that will only be suffixed by ruining you.

“Daddy, ah, p-please,” you whine, weakly gripping his built arms. “Want it, please, please.”

“That’s a good girl, using those manners. Now, watch me, baby.” He commands softly, angling your face until your eyes fall to your connected centres. He’s shiny with your juices, his fat tip sitting heavily at your entrance, he inches in and groans appreciatively, “that’s it, fuck, open up for me.” His thumb lands on your clit, applying delicate pressure.

“I-I’m trying, daddy.” You gasp, thighs threatening to close. Falling into a deep abyss of trust and pleasure, “you’re t-too big…can’t—” Your poor cunt couldn’t take the head, you can’t imagine how the rest will fit.

Ari grinds his teeth, he knows he should probably grab some lube to be safe, even though he can’t wait anymore. You were tighter than he imagined. He wants to be careful and not accidentally hurt you, but he does want to see you destroyed, so he tries once more.

Your hole refuses to take him again, and he pulls away—but you latch onto him. “N-No, don’t go, daddy.”

“I need to get lube—”

“Don’t, please… can’t wait anymore.” You beg, lips swollen from his kisses. “Want you so bad, please—”

“Okay, okay,” he shuffles back between your legs, growling at your weepy hole, begging for him. “I’ll stay, but you’ll need to help daddy, okay?”

Your brows furrow, “How?”

Then, he does something that catches you off guard. Slipping fingers into your mouth, forcing you to slobber and gag on the digits like it’s his shaft. If it were possible, Ari gets harder at the sight, his cock throbbing between his thighs as he pulls away, a string of spit connecting your lips to his fingers.

“Touch yourself with my fingers, baby. Open that tight cunt for me.”

Hesitantly, you bring his hand to your heat. Softly moaning as you move his hand along your pussy, covering yourself in your saliva and using him. You cry out, slipping one of his thick, long fingers into you, and Ari takes charge once more.

He spits down on your core, scissoring two fingers into you. Taking you apart in a matter of moments, speaking the most filthy words to bring you over the edge. Your lack of experience is evident through your quick release and loud squeals.

Ari manhandles you again, sliding a pillow under your back to prop up your lower half. His shaft returns to your creamy hole, slipping in with ease. “That’s it, take my cock. You’re so little compared to me, sweetheart. I was scared of hurting you.”

You clench as he draws back, then forward again. His thick girth stretches you wide, barely halfway before you cry out. “Daddy! Too big, I can’t—”

“You can, angel.” Ari gently drops your legs, capturing your lips in his. He kisses away that wrinkle in your forehead, distracting you with his tongue until he’s all the way in. He’s balls deep, his pubic hair brushing your nub. “See? My little dumb baby, worried for nothing.”

You never thought you’d be into this, but it’s strumming you just right. Your vision goes blurry as he hits so deep. Ari hooks one of your knees over his shoulder, keeping you trapped under his beefy frame and locked on his girth.

“I’m going to fill you up. Cum in this little cunt, watch it pour out and fuck you again until you can’t take anymore.” He chuckles darkly as you gasp for air, “Even though it seems like you can’t take anymore right now—you're milking my dick already, baby?” He takes one of your nipples in his mouth, tugging the nub with his teeth, groping your other breast.

You’re already so damn sensitive and arch into his touch. “Ah, Ari!”

“Shh,” he releases your tit with a lewd pop, his eyebrows knitted tightly as you clench around him, “don’t open that mouth unless you’re going to call me daddy.”

“Daddy, daddy, daddy.” You weep.

“That’s my girl.” He starts pumping slowly, letting you feel every vein along your pulsating walls. From tip to base, he feeds your tight hole. “Taking my dick so good—even fucking yourself with my fingers? So good at doing what you're told.”

You whimper, gnawing on your bottom lip as he speeds up. High-pitched uh’s are pushed from your body with every thrust, the tip of his dick ramming into your cervix. You’re so hot and messy already, a mixture of yours and his saliva, and your slick creating a ring around his fat base.

Ari grunts, eyes flickering between your weepy hole and your blissed-out face, with your eyes rolled back and jaw slack. He can’t decide which is more obscene, especially with the drool hanging out the corner of your mouth, dripping onto the pillow.

He’s just started and he can see every thought flying out of your head, your entire body is too full for anything but him. His guttural groans and wandering hands grip your body, leaving finger-shaped indents in their wake. His big cock spreads you wide, a euphoric burn blooming in your little pussy as your juices spill out. You can barely remember your own name.

He kisses you, it’s soft in contrast to his length spearing you open. His tongue slips into your mouth, massaging yours as he swallows your moans. When he touches your hole, you accidentally bite his lip. Ari hisses, “Ow.”

“...You just t-touched me down there.”

Down there—he almost laughs at your choice of words. So pure, even when he’s fucking you one inch from your life.

“I touched your pussy. My dick has been in your mouth before, I know you can say pussy.” He smirks, tracing over your stretched hole to your clit, rubbing in hard circles as you cry out, trying to push him away. You’re too weak and eventually give up, letting him abuse your tingling button.

“Can’t believe you haven’t let me fuck you yet. You knew I’d ruin you, but that’s what you want, huh?” He pounds into you, your body moving up the bed with the sheer force, “Don’t you feel fucking stupid, baby? Oh, sorry—you’re already stupid, yeah? Say it.”

You gulp and nod, pathetically whimpering. “‘m d-dumb, daddy…”

“Yeah, you are, and so fucking creamy,” Ari growls, sweeping his fingers through your folds, gathering your arousal before slipping it to his mouth. His hips unrelenting, dirty sounds filling the room. The headboard even bangs on the wall. “You want a taste, angel?”

“Ah, I-I don’t know…” Your toes curl as he touches your sensitive cunt, then brings his digits to your face. Your mouth falls open in a moan as he rams into your sweet spot, that familiar electricity streaming through your body.

Ari is tempted to shove your taste down your throat, but he’ll play nice, for now anyway. “You’re close again, huh? Then c’mon, just a little bit of a taste. Don’t you want to be my good girl and cum?” He traces your lips.

You do. You want to be his best girl, his angel.

When you nod, Ari doesn’t waste any time. He leans over you, pelvic bone pressing against your clit as his dick spears deeper. You squirm, full and cockdrunk as he rubs his fingers on your tongue, slapping your thigh when you close your lips.

“Keep your mouth open.” His spit lands on your tongue and he sickly smears your tastebuds with your cream and his saliva. “Now, close it and swallow. That’s a good little girl, so good for daddy.”

Your high strikes so abruptly, you don’t expect it. Your juices squirt out all over Ari’s length and his pelvis. His thickness continues to invade your convulsing walls, almost brutally but you take it, gasping around his fingers as your mind goes foggy.

After one particularly hard thrust into your sore cunt, you gag on his fingers, eyes watering as he touches the back of your throat. “Oh, why the tears, baby? You got to cum and made a stupid mess, what’s wrong?” He taunts.

Still floaty from your orgasm, you attempt to answer, but all you can manage are wet choking noises.

“It’s okay, daddy knows what you need.” He grits his teeth and slaps his dick on your nub, the noises making your face heat before he sinks back in. Swinging your other leg over his shoulder, “Look—that’s because you’re so small for my cock, feel me all in your guts, baby?”

There's a faint bulge appearing in your lower belly every time he drives forward. You can’t help but hide your face, you don’t know why.

It’s probably because his filthiness is destroying you.

“Let me see you,” Ari pulls your hands from your face, interlocking your fingers on either side of your head. The pillow sinks, your quiet gasps flowing into the air, “Don’t you ever hide from me, angel. Ever.”

You obey but avert your eyes to his tensing muscles under his flushed skin. He’s ragged and husky, dark hair dusts over his chest and prominent pecs, trailing down his abs to the neatly trimmed pubic hair. You feel so little as he looms over you, swatting your ass before grabbing your breasts, loud grunts flowing over your mewls.

He could crush you—and why did that turn the both of you on?

He grabs your hips, moving you on his cock like a doll. “Look at that tight pussy taking me, such a good girl. Letting daddy fuck your brains out, ruin this little cunt, you’re a dream, sugar.”

You fist the bedsheets, your mouth falling open as he grinds deeply, a hot feeling building in your stomach.

“You want me to put a baby in you? Get you filled up until you’re leaking and crying like a dumb baby.” Ari grunts, fingers bruising your skin, “Stupid, stupid girl—I don’t even have a condom on, you know that? Yeah, and I bet you love it.”

You do—and you love him, you try to say it but all oxygen is yanked from your chest as realization dawns, you aren’t on contraceptives and he knows that too, because you told him.

Ari works your body, unable to stop thinking of you plump and pregnant with his baby. He wants that, he wants you as long as you’ll have him, and hopefully, it’s forever.

His girth splits you open, reducing you to a submissive mess. “For someone so innocent, you sure want to be knocked up, huh? That’s why you’re dripping down my cock. Want me to put a baby in you—fuck, let everyone see you full of me and my baby. They’ll know you’re mine.”

You’re scared, but not because of the possibility of getting pregnant, but because Ari seems to know all your kinks before you do. As your head bobs roughly, your hands have a mind of their own and land on his abs, pushing him away.

Ari tsks, swatting you away, his stomach tightens, “Don’t do that.” Imagining you carrying his big baby was feeding a different desire, the thought of how full you’d be—he can’t contain himself. “You want this—want my cum in you sweet pussy, want daddy to fill you up, yeah?”

“I-I do. Want your, ah, baby!”

“Then, take my dick, sweetheart and let daddy breed your tiny fuckhole.” His dirty words are draped in a gentle tone. He spits but misses your mouth, it lands on your hot cheek. “What a dumb messy girl.”

You're ruined under him, sweaty and hiccuping moans. Your breasts bounce as he fucks you harder, ramming into your sweet spot. You can't process anything over the squelching noises or the headboard slamming into the wall. He’s so big inside you, but it hurts so good that you never want him to stop.

Your walls are heaven around him, sucking him so tightly he doesn’t know how much longer he’ll last. He follows your gaze to your belly, and you squeak when he grabs your hand, pressing your palm to the bulge.

“Feel me right here, baby? You feel daddy’s dick. This little fuckhole could barely take my fingers before, now look at you—taking my cock so good, and begging for my cum.”

You helplessly blubber, struggling to take his thrusts as they get harder, faster.

“You were made for me, huh? And you’re close already?” Ari coos, “mhm, reminds me of our first time, remember that?”

Of course, you do. You’d never forget it. He was passionate and gentle, still dominant yet sweet. Taking you apart with his fingers until you soaked your panties, then he flattened you on the couch, mouthing against your underwear until you nearly cried. Then, he tore the cotton off and pushed his shaft between your folds until he covered your tummy in his seed. Now, he’s finally fucking your tight hole, ruining you for any other man—and your high hits like a wave.

Ari groans, cursing lowly as you squeeze around him, begging for his cum. Without stopping, he lifts your bottom half completely and you squirt all over him, even reaching his heaving chest. Your core suffocates him as he rubs your nub, prolonging your high. “That’s it, fuck, soak me, sweetheart.”

You’re so overwhelmed that you don’t register Ari falling over you. Covering you in his mass, grinding sinfully into your spasming cunt and filling you to the brim. His cum paints your walls white, pumping you full. He claims you, pressing you into the mattress as the air is yanked from your chest.

In utter pleasure, Ari rocks into you with abandon, spurred on by your cries and your nails digging into his shoulders as his pelvis rubs your humming clit. “Give me a baby, angel. That’s it, take daddy’s cum in your little pussy—fucking take it.”

A baby—this man was going to be the death of you in the best way.

His warmth spreads within you, leaking out from around his throbbing girth as his hips slow to a stop. You soften to quiet whimpers, nuzzling into his neck in a daze.

The next time you open your eyes, you’re in his bathtub and curled in his lap. The water is soothing, so is the gentle cloth running over your back and shoulders. Only then do you notice Ari is humming, filling the quiet.

“Bear?”

He chuckles deeply, his wet hand cups your head, “Awake now, angel? Are you okay?” His chest vibrates against your face.

“Mhm, tired.” You sink into the comfort, somehow drifting away again. “Never done anything like that…”

“Me too,” He pecks the side of your head, easily turning you around to wash your other side. A silence takes over again, your head lolling to the side as your eyes flutter shut. Ari’s heart swells, those three words on the tip of his tongue. Say it—he tells himself, “You can sleep again, I’ll bring you to bed.”

“Okay, daddy.” You yawn, the water and his presence envelope you. “Good night…”

It’s now or never—well, not never, more like just until you wake up again, but Ari can’t wait another moment. The words spew out of his mouth in one breath. “I love you, angel.”

Your only reply is a quiet, “luh you.”

Ari knows you’re probably delirious. When you gain consciousness in a few hours, you’ll be mortified over your response to his declaration. At least he’ll be there to comfort you and soothe any other worries you have, just like you have for him.

All fears, little and big.

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: I've always wanted to write a biker au and just had to add some other special characters hehe, also I'm really happy to fill this request for ari.

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🧍🏾‍♀️i love your writing- idk if i can do two but i was thinkin, "you can pretend all you want, i can see the fucking mess you're making of yourself."

and

"that's it. that's my girl."

Say please (18+)

thank you for your request!

send me prompts!

warnings: smut (18+), bottom!natasha, vibrator, squirting, slight cursing, orgasm denial, anything else??

word count: 470

Natasha refused to let her girlfriend win. There wasn’t a bet going on, but it felt like there was an unspoken one floating in the air.

Y/N was sure she could break the redhead and have her begging to cum. And Natasha refused to let a plea leave her lips no matter how good it would feel to finally let go.

“You can pretend all you want, I can see the fucking mess you’re making of yourself.” Y/N husked, as she leaned back on her hands as she sat on the bed.

Across from the bed was her girlfriend, Natasha, who was failing miserably at keeping her composure. The wand vibrator rested snugly between her quivering thighs. Her climax was robbed from her time after time again only because she refused to beg.

“Oh baby, all you have to do is say that one little pretty word and you get to cum all you want. Why are you making it harder on yourself?” The words were lost on the redhead’s ears as the vibrations turned up bit by bit.

“I-I… Fuck.” Her head fell back as her legs began to shake, only for the vibrations to disappear again. The rustling of the bedsheets could be heard as Y/N made her way over to her whining girlfriend.

Fingertips trailed their way up Natasha’s bare thighs, ignoring her leaking cunt, and up her stomach to pinch pink puffy nipples. “Natty… You know what I want and I know what you want. If you just ask nicely, I’ll make you feel so good.” The other hand reached to run her fingers through silky red locks and tugged on the roots lightly. “Don’t you want to feel good?”

Tear-filled green eyes met Y/N’s gaze as a whine left her lips. “Yes.” Natasha whispered. “Make me feel good, baby.”

Y/N shook her head, reaching a hand down to remove the vibrator from between flushed pale thighs. “I can’t do it unless you ask nicely.” Fingers slipped back and forth against Natasha’s slick cunt.

A choked gasp left the older woman’s lips. “Please… please make me feel good. I need it.” A delighted hum left Y/N’s lips at her girlfriend’s words as she sank her middle and ring finger into a sopping warm heat, working diligently to bring the redhead to her climax.

“Shit!” Natasha moaned out, leggings shaking violently, pleas leaving her mouth one after another to ensure that her girlfriend continued the quick ministrations that would soon make her cum.

A gush of wetness coated the front of Y/N’s pajama shirt while her fingers continued to work against the pressure of Natasha’s quivering walls. “That’s it. That’s my girl.” Y/N praised, watching Natasha come undone against her fingers. “See, all you had to do was say please.”

[elizabethmaximoff89]

Y/N: Nat and I do not have pet names for each other.

Yelena: Uh huh…

Yelena: Hey, what’s another word for mom?

Y/N: Mommy?

Natasha, from the other room: Yeah babe?

Yelena: Don’t lie to my face again.

[elizabethmaximoff89]

Having 400 breakdowns a day is quite exhausting.

[elizabethmaximoff89]

" ur so quiet " thanks im not comfortable around u

[elizabethmaximoff89]

"find someone who-" how about THEY find ME

[elizabethmaximoff89]

We Can’t

Chapter 7: I’m yours.

You and Wanda are… complicated. Cliché babysitter/ mommy Wanda AU.

I’m sorry? 🧐

Please don’t post my content without my consent.

18+ sexual themes, smut, cheating, mommy issues etc.

Enjoy :)

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Weeks went by in a blur of stolen kisses and touching each other whenever and wherever you could; around Wanda’s busy schedule of work, mom and housewife. A particular moment that stuck in your mind was fucking Wanda against the bathroom door, covering her mouth with your hand to prevent Vision from hearing. He had been working from home and was on a conference call when you and Wanda had put the boys down for a nap. In the moment you were allowed together; you were unable to keep your hands off of the woman. Everything in your life began to revolve around seeing the older woman as much as possible. You were grateful for her 2 boys for making your job worthwhile, and for giving you the opportunity to see their mother. Vision on the other hand, you were happy to avoid. It seemed he was all business even when it came to his wife and kids. The more time you spent in the Maximoff residence, the more you understood why the redhead had been so unhappy with her life before it brought her you. Since starting your job you had pretty much been scheduled Monday to Friday in accordance with the couples’ work schedule. That’s why you were very confused when it was requested, by Vision, that you be there on a Saturday. Your confusion was displaced when Wanda had to text you to inform you that they would be hosting a dinner party and that Vision wanted you to make sure the boys were tended to so he could focus on playing the perfect host. You were reluctant about spending so much time forced to watch the couple interact until Wanda had text you.

Wanda: Sorry you have to be here honey, I’ll wear something pretty just for you :).

This led you to the Maximoff residence on a Saturday night, wearing a suit and shaking with anxiety. Wanda greeted you at the door with a shy kiss to your cheek, she was wearing a tiny black dress with a plunging neckline and you felt some semblance of grateful that you got to see her in it. You had been informed upon arrival that this dinner was for Visions’ boss and that it was imperative that it went off without a hitch. No pressure. Eleanor Bishop was intimidation personified and it made complete sense to you why Vision was so anxious for the evening to go well. Her daughter Kate on the other hand, you could definitely see yourself being friends with the girl. She looked like she was in the same boat as you, obliged to be there and reluctant to be forced to listen to all the business chat. She stuck by your side at the table and made quiet comments under her breath that undermined her mother’s serious tone. You found yourself giggling into the palm of your hand on multiple occasions. Each time you did, you couldn’t help but notice Wanda’s eyes hone in on you, and her jaw clench subtly, disguised by her taking a sip of wine. You carried on chatting with Kate, feeding the boys and trying not to make eye contact with a glaring Wanda. As the boys began to nod off Wanda was quick to offer help to take them up to bed. You had an inkling why.

There were no words between you both as you padded upstairs, not a single sound until the boys were in their cribs and you had softly closed the door. It was then that she pushed you against the wall and kissed you til your lip bled. Clawing at your shirt your foggy mind managed to assess that this was not a good time for the woman to have her way with you. “Slow down, what’s going on?” You questioned as she placed sharp bites all over your exposed collarbone. “I’m just marking what’s mine” was all she gave you in finality before shoving 3 of her fingers in you and fucking you so fast you couldn’t catch your breath. When you came she disappeared downstairs without looking your way once. The only acknowledgment she gave you for the rest of the night was smirking at you as she caught your subtle wince when you sat down on the hard dining chair. You were so confused. As the night drew to a close you found you were very reserved, reluctant to interact with anyone and yet all you craved was to curl up on Wanda’s lap and have her reassure you. As the Bishops’ bid their goodbyes Kate was quick to ask you for your number, completely oblivious to the disapproving gaze of one Wanda Maximoff. With Vision smiling at the interaction you couldn’t see a possible out and gave the girl your number. Not daring to meet Wanda’s eyes throughout the interaction.

“Thank you so much for your help tonight y/n you really made this evening a lot smoother than I anticipated” Vision beamed at you and you gave him a quick no worries, as you stared at his wife. Wanda approached you both and wound her arm around Vision’s waist, whispering loud enough for you both to hear “Vis darling, I’ll wait for you in bed” she bit her lip at him, all whilst making eye contact with you. You felt the jealousy seeping through your stomach. “Duty calls” Vision said to you wiggling his eyebrows, you were almost sick on their beige carpet. You let yourself out without a word.

The next day you didn’t bother to pick up your phone once. Focusing instead on deadlines that had gone ignored due to your growing infatuation. You knew if you looked there would be a message from Wanda, but you couldn’t think about talking to her without imagining hands all over her body that were not yours. It was immature, she was married. But you couldn’t get your mind off of anyone else hearing the breathy moans she would make when she was almost there. It seemed the universe was not aware that you had decided to ignore Wanda as a few hours later you heard a knock on your door. You knew she would be there. You left her there to knock, tears began to trail down your cheeks and for the first time since you met the woman, you didn’t want to see her. She let herself in and called your name as she searched for you throughout your apartment. When she spotted you her face fell, “oh baby” she sighed with a frown. “I’m not in the mood to talk right now Wanda” you said looking down at your lap, part of you hoping she would leave and the other part hoping she would take you in her arms. She kneeled in front of you and forced your head up to look at you, brushing your hair back. “I didn’t sleep with him y/n, I couldn’t do it. Couldn’t sleep with my own husband because when he put his mouth on me I almost moaned your name”. You winced hearing her describe how he had touched her and she continued “I don’t want anyone else to touch me, only you. I only want you bunny” she smiled at you, tears stinging her green eyes. You were at a loss for words. She sat beside you and scooped you into her arms, holding you against her chest “shh I’m here, mommy’s here it’s okay baby. I’m yours” she whispered those words over and over into your ear. You wanted so badly to believe her.

You were so silent that she began to panic. Thinking this time she had really ruined whatever this was between you. All she could think to do in the moment was to offer herself to you. Opening her shirt she exposed her bare chest to you, and you took her in your mouth to feel closer to you. Sucking lightly you felt soothed, you began to believe the words “I’m yours”. You were the only person she wanted to offer this part of herself to, and you wanted to soak it all in. You whimpered lightly as you drank from her and she shushed you with her hands running through your hair. You were lulled to sleep by the overwhelming sense of contentment. When you woke from your nap the first thing you noticed was how much your eyes hurt from crying, the second was that you were wrapped up in Wanda’s arms. You blushed as you looked into her eyes, thinking about all of the sweet reassuring words she had whispered to you earlier. “Hi” you said, barely audible with how small your voice was. “Hi” she said back, giving you a light smile. “I’m going to figure this out bunny, I can’t do this without you anymore. I need you all the time, and I want you all to myself. I don’t want to watch you talk to other girls in front of me and I don’t want to end my day sleeping beside someone who isn’t you”. In the midst of your own emotions you hadn’t even considered how last night had affected the older woman. “You know I’m yours Wanda, there’s no one in this world I’d rather be with than you. I just want you”. You told her so earnestly that she had to kiss you. “I love you Wanda” you whispered, heart aching with how much you meant it. “I know, I l-“ you pressed your fingertip against her moving lips, halting her confession against your better judgement. But your heart knew what you needed “don’t say it yet, when I hear it I want you to be mine completely” she nodded sadly. Kissing you as your tears mixed together. Something had to give.

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That’s How You Know

Summary: Yelena watches Enchanted and realizes some things

Yelena Belova x Reader (romantic)

“Y/N!” Yelena exclaims as she bursts through the doors of the gym. She asks the closest person, “Have you seen Y/N?” 

They point her to the opposite side of the gym. She finds you in the middle of a sparring match with her sister. She doesn’t care to interrupt. “Y/N!”

“Kind of busy here, Yel,” you say dodging a combo from Natasha. 

“Are you in love with me?” 

You lose focus and Natasha lands a punch. It’s dead silent in the gym and you realize that everyone heard Yelena. 

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[elizabethmaximoff89]

mommy issues are infinitely more interesting than daddy issues cause daddy issues are always just obvious he’s a supervillain while mother daughter relationships are extremely complicated and nuanced and oftentimes you’ve gotta bring grandma in too for the full picture

[elizabethmaximoff89]

Best Interests

Summary: You hadn't expected your Friday night to end up this bloody.

Pairing: Wanda x reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Dark fic

Words: 8.1k

Warnings: dark!Wanda, mentions of blood, toxic relationship, controlling behaviour, fingering, oral, face sitting, strap use, restraints (magic), overstimulation, rough sex, dubcon, slight degradation, mentions of murder, manipulation. I think that's it.

AN: This story was inspired by the MoM trailer, specifically the moment from the gif. It's taken me like a whole month to write it and it ended up way longer than expected but I hope you all like it.

The house is dark when you get home, no sign of life within the walls.

You close the front door, the click of the lock sliding into place echoing off the walls and breaking the silence.

“Wanda?” you call out, stepping forward. You wait a moment for the reply but you’re met with nothing but silence.

Turning on the hall light, you fish your phone from your pocket. You hope you haven't missed any calls from your girlfriend and you breathe a sigh of relief when your notifications come up empty.

But still, it was rare for you to beat Wanda home from work. She usually made it a point to greet you at the door, stating how much she missed you while you were gone. You can feel the apprehension clawing inside of you, an instinctive feeling that something was just — off.

You unlock your phone, sending a text message to Wanda just to ease your concerns.

Hey babe, I just got home and you’re not here :( Will you be home soon? Miss you!

You reread the text several times before sending it, making sure there was no way for the tone of the message to be misconstrued. You didn’t want to sound demanding of your girlfriend's time, you knew she was busy and that she would be home as soon as she could.

You set your phone on the coffee table as you enter the living room, making sure to set the ringer to loud in case a call or text came through. You didn’t want to miss Wanda’s reply, knowing how frustrated it made her when you didn’t answer her calls or respond to her messages within a reasonable timeframe.

You sit on the couch, flicking the TV on. A sitcom is playing on the screen and you settle in the cushions, the familiar sounds of laugh tracks and lighthearted conversations comforting you. You try to get into the episode but you keep glancing at your phone every time it catches the reflection of the screen, thinking it has lit up with an incoming message.

Your stomach rumbles and you place your hand over it, trying to ignore the hollow feeling. You knew how much Wanda liked eating dinner with you each night so you decided you could wait just a little longer for her to get home.

Your phone lights up, distracting you from your hunger and you grab it off the table in front of you. However, it’s not a text from your girlfriend but rather a Snapchat notification from your coworker, Carol.

You open the app, clicking on her name to play the video she had sent you. The screen shows Carol in her apartment, hair damp from a shower as she walks through to her bedroom.

“So I was in the shower,” she begins, a grin on her face. “And I hear this bang outside. Pretty typical for this time of night with my psycho neighbour.”

“Anyway,” She throws herself down onto her bed dramatically at this point and you roll your eyes at her theatrical storytelling. “I’m drying myself off after my shower and I notice a red light flashing under my door. So I guess something actually happened this time and the cops showed up.”

She sits up now, her smile growing even wider. “You know me, I live for drama. So I’m going to go check it out and see just what the hell is going on.”

The video cuts off and you shake your head before typing out your response to her.

Sounds wild, can’t wait to hear all the deets at work on Monday!

She just sends a winking emoji in reply and you chuckle to yourself at your friends' antics. She was one of the bright spots of your day, always keeping your spirits lifted even when work was stressing you out. You knew Wanda didn’t exactly approve of how close the two of you were but you constantly reassured her that Carol was just your friend and that she had nothing to worry about.

You tune back into your show, frowning as you check the time on your phone. Wanda should have been home at least an hour ago but you didn’t want to message her again. Wanda liked her freedom and you didn’t want to intrude on that, no matter how concerned you were becoming.

Finally, you hear her keys in the lock and you walk towards the front door to greet her. Your playful jab at her lateness dies in your throat as you take in her appearance.

Her white long sleeve shirt is no longer white, soaked with stripes of crimson across her chest and splattering out across the rest of her torso. Blood drips down her face, almost splitting her face into two, one side completely covered with drops of the dried red liquid.

Her hair looks damp and you realise it must be matted with blood and your stomach drops as you take in the sheer volume of it.

“Wanda, wha-” you stop mid-sentence as she locks eyes with you, the carnal expression on her face stealing all the air from your lungs.

“I’m fine,” she tells you and if you were thinking clearer you would have noticed the hard edge to her voice leaving no room for argument.

“Who’s blood is that?” you continue, your voice cracking with fear.

Wanda doesn’t answer your question, choosing instead to take a step toward you. You take a step back instinctively, every nerve in your body on edge as you get the overwhelming feeling of an animal being stalked by a predator.

Wanda smirks, a crooked sadistic grin crossing her face as she notices the movement of your feet away from her — as if she enjoyed the thrill of the chase.

“Don’t run from me dove,” she coos, her hands moving from where they rested at her sides, red wisps circling out from her fingertips. “You won’t get very far.”

You feel the energy surrounding your wrists, the tightening sensation of being restrained holding them locked together as Wanda continues to stalk forward. You don’t resist her this time, even though every instinct in your body is telling you to run.

But this was Wanda, your Wanda. She wouldn’t hurt you.

Right?

She stops in front of you, your body trembling slightly and you hate how it betrays the fear that courses through you. Wanda raises her hand to your cheek and you hate the look of hurt that crosses her face as you flinch.

“Relax, moya lubov,” her voice is gentle as her fingers brush over your cheek in a gentle caress. “I just want to take care of what’s mine.”

She cups your cheek then, pulling you into a kiss. Her lips are soft against yours for a moment and you can feel the tension leaving your body as you melt into her. This was your Wanda, the one you knew would protect you no matter what.

But the kiss quickly becomes heated, Wanda’s lips urgent against yours. She nips at your bottom lip and you whimper as you feel the skin break, the sharp metallic taste of blood lingering on your tongue.

She's walking forward again, pushing your body across the floor as her lips continue to move desperately, her tongue forcing its way into your mouth as her hands grip your upper arms tightly. You know that her grip will leave bruises on your skin but you can’t get enough oxygen in to voice your concerns.

You feel the back of your legs hit the arm of the couch, Wanda still advancing and causing your back to curve over the furniture. She detaches her lips from yours now, you catch the almost feral look in her eye — her pupils blown wide from lust. All traces of green are gone now, all that remains is black rimmed with red.

Wanda grasps your waist, turning your body around and bending you over the couch. One of her hands grasps your wrists — her magic still keeping them bound tightly — as she presses her body over yours. You can feel the weight of her on top of you, her breasts trapped between your bodies, her breath warm on the back of your neck.

Her free hand reaches around as she brushes your hair aside with her nose, her teeth nipping along the ridges of your spine. She snaps open the button of your pants, your breath becoming ragged as your fear quickly turns to arousal.

She stands and you immediately miss her warmth as she tugs your jeans down your legs. She pulls them off, your underwear following quickly behind them. She grabs a fistful of your hair, dragging you up to lean against her, pulling your head to the side so she can latch her mouth onto your neck.

She bites down hard, you hiss at the sting even as she soothes it with her tongue. It wasn’t uncommon for Wanda to get a little carried away during sex — something you usually enjoyed as she would always take such good care of you afterward — but something seemed different tonight.

Her touches were just a little harsher, no undercurrent of care to be detected. It was needy and desperate as if she thought you would disappear the moment she let you go.

Her hands find your breasts, wrapping around you to grope at your chest. You feel the vibrations of Wanda’s frustrated growl against your neck, the fabric separating the two of you clearly too much for her. With a forceful tug, you hear the sound of fabric ripping as your shirt is torn open before being discarded on the floor.

Wanda’s firm hand between your shoulder blades pushes you back down, her weight crushing you against the couch once more as she drapes herself over you. One of her feet kicks your legs apart, spreading you before her.

The only sound in the room is the sound of ragged breathing, both of your chests rising and falling as the air becomes thick with anticipation. You’re completely at Wanda’s mercy and she knows it, her hand trailing up your inner thigh towards your centre, slick with arousal already.

She runs her fingers through your folds a few times, gathering the moisture there as you push back against her — desperate for some friction to ease the ache that had settled low in your stomach.

Wanda thrusts three fingers into you, not giving you time to accommodate the stretch before she begins to pump them within your walls. The sudden intrusion has you arching your back, her pace never faltering even as you hiss in pain. But, after a moment the pain begins to fade, replaced with the familiar feeling of your girlfriend's talented fingers caressing you from the inside.

You gasp out in pleasure and you feel Wanda's content hum against your spine where her lips trail over the protruding bones, nipping at the ridges she finds there.

“That’s it, dove,” her words feel like a caress, the heat settling in your lower belly diverting all your attention. “Don’t forget that I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.”

“Wanda,” you pant, feeling the coil tightening already as she adds a fourth finger, the slight discomfort of the additional digit only lingering for a second. “Please-”

“I know, I know,” she tells you, angling her hand slightly until she is hitting that spot and you can feel your eyes rolling back into your head. “I want you to be a good girl and cum all over my fingers.”

You don’t wait for her to change her mind, your walls clenching around her as the waves of your orgasm wash over you. You call out her name loudly, your moans echoing through the house as she guides you through your release.

She doesn’t let up though, her fingers continuing their movements as her other hand snakes around your waist, fingertips sliding over your slick mound to find your clit. She rolls over it expertly, the sensitive nub throbbing as you feel the coil tightening again. Your breaths are ragged, you still hadn’t managed to catch your breath after your first orgasm and now you were quickly headed to your second.

“Wanda, I-” you try to warn her, you knew she liked it when you asked for permission to cum but before you could even finish the sentence you felt your walls constrict again, your breath catching in your throat as your release hit you out of nowhere.

“That’s it, dove,” Wanda encourages, her fingers continuing to pump in and out of you as wave after waves of pleasure washes over you. “I’m the only person who knows how to make you like this, all needy and desperate and fucked out for me.”

You just nod dumbly, trying to catch your breath as Wanda finally begins to slow her movements. If it weren’t for the fact that you were bent over the side of the couch, you were certain that you would have fallen to the floor by now due to the shaking of your legs. You were sure that if you tried to stand on them now, they would fold underneath you.

Wanda stands up, her warmth leaving your back and the cool air hitting your sweat soaked skin causing you to shiver. You feel the restraints around your wrists disappear as she leaves, the muscles in your arm a dull ache as they flop beside you. You hear her walking away and you think about pushing yourself up, feeling exposed as you lie there naked over the side of the couch, your ass on display for all to see. You make a feeble attempt to get up but your arms lack the strength and your legs still feel like jelly.

Instead, you lie there quietly, your ragged breaths the only sound in the room as you drift in and out of consciousness. Your mind wanders to the state Wanda came home in, and you can feel the panic rising inside of you again as you recall the sheer amount of blood that covered her body.

A hand against your hip makes you jump, too caught up in your own thoughts that you hadn’t heard her return. You hear her chuckle above you as her palms smooth along your back before reaching the base of your hair. It slides into the strands, gripping firmly as she takes a step closer to you.

You feel something nudge at your entrance, pushing just enough for you to feel it as the hand not in your hair grips your waist firmly. Wanda continues to push her hips closer to yours and you feel yourself being stretched, the familiar burn alerting you to the fact that while she was gone Wanda had put on her favourite strap.

She kept pushing into you, rocking her hips back and forth slightly and going deeper with each thrust as your body adjusted to the silicone toy attached to her. Your little whimpers only encouraged Wanda more and you could hear her stuttering breaths as she finally bottomed out. You knew that with this particular toy she liked to use her magic, creating sensations to pleasure herself just as much as you.

“You feel so good, dove,” she praises you as she withdraws slowly before snapping her hips back against yours, driving the toy deeper inside you. “Your pretty pussy clenching nice and tight around my cock. Such a needy thing you are.”

“Just for you,” you gasp out as she snaps her hips again before pulling out immediately, her pace picking up. “It’s all for you.”

“That’s my good girl,” Wanda coos as the hand in your hair pulls tightly, your head yanked back as she uses it for leverage. “My needy little dove, can’t get enough of my cock. I love seeing you like this. No one else will ever get you like this, you’re mine.”

Every word is punctuated by a sharp thrust, the strap hitting inside you and making you cry out with pleasure. You knew that you should be concerned by Wanda’s possessive words but they just turned you on even more, the knowledge that you were hers and hers alone making your brain fuzzy.

“All yours,” you repeat breathlessly as Wanda continues to fuck into you, the obscene sound of flesh slapping together echoing around the room.

“My perfect little slut,” Wanda grunts and you can tell by the rough edge of her voice that she was getting close. “Ready for me to use when I need to.”

“Yes, yours,” you echo, feeling the pleasure building inside of you, every thrust bringing you closer to the edge.

“Making such a mess, dove,” Wanda taunts, her hand in your hair gripping tighter to the point it was almost too painful. “So wet for me, you like being filled by my cock, don’t you?”

You don’t answer, your brain completely mush as the haze of pleasure consumes you. You’re not sure how much longer you can hold out, your third orgasm dangerously close.

Just as you’re about to fall over the edge, Wanda stops moving, her hand on your hip landing harshly on your bare ass. You cry out in pain, feeling the heat of the blood rushing to where you were struck.

“Answer me,” she commands, striking the other cheek now before pulling you up by the hair until her mouth rests against your ear. “You like being used like this, don’t you?”

The rough way she growls in your ear makes you shudder against her, the action causing the toy inside you to shift. Your eyes roll back, the new angle making it hit deep inside you.

“Y-yes,” you stutter out, trying to catch your breath. “P-please. I was so close.”

“I don’t know if you deserve to cum,” she spits out, moving her hips slowly and causing you to whine, your head dropping forward as she paces both of her hands on your hips. “You know I hate it when you don’t listen to me.”

“Please, I’ll be good,” you counter, your hands resting against the edge of the couch as you push back against her, trying to spread your legs further and invite her deeper. “I’ll be your good girl.”

“Hmmm,” Wanda considers, her pace quickening and you feel the pressure building again. “We’ll see about that.”

One of her hands slips between your legs, finding your swollen clit and flicking over it. The added pressure is all you need and you cry out loudly as you start to cum again. Your legs give out and you slip to the floor, Wanda following you down.

She doesn’t waste any time, flipping you onto your back before slipping inside you again. She hooks her arms under your knees, her hips keeping up their brutal pace as she ruts into you. Her face is scrunched up in pleasure and you can still see the streaks of dried blood across it, her sweat mixing with the red and turning it into a liquid again.

You watch as a drop runs across her nose, dripping down onto your chest as she chases her release. Her head drops to your shoulder, her arms framing your head as her hips snap into yours, your legs wrapped around her waist as you try to match her pace.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” she groans, her pace erratic now as she reaches her climax.

Her hips are stuttering into you as her orgasm hits her, the irregular pattern setting you over the edge once again. You claw at her back, trying to find leverage as you cry out in pleasure. You can feel your release on your thighs, the slick liquid dripping down to the floor below you.

Once Wanda has recovered, she pulls out of you. The sudden empty feeling pulls a whimper from your throat and you catch Wanda's smirk. Your legs drop to the floor, as she kneels above you, loosening the harness around her waist as you watch through hooded eyes.

You hear the strap hit the floor beside you with a thud, Wanda quickly moving up your body to rest her knees on either side of your head. You can see how wet she is from this angle, her glistening folds hovering above you and coated in her release.

“Clean me up nice and good, dove,” she instructs, lowering herself down slightly. “Time to put that pretty mouth of yours to good use.”

She doesn’t wait for your reply, lowering the rest of the way until your lips connect to hers. You dart your tongue out, the taste of her on your tongue spurring you to action. You wrap one of your arms around her waist as your tongue flicks over her, collecting her juices on your tongue.

“Such a good girl,” you hear Wanda sigh as your tongue dips inside her entrance.

You can feel how hot and slick she is, your tongue moving inside her rhythmically as she grinds her hips over your face. Your nose brushes her clit with every movement of her hips and you can hear her moans above you.

You can feel her arousal coating your chin, your tongue continuing to explore her body as she pushes harder against you. You are struggling to breathe but you know better than to stop, the memory of the last time you failed to please Wanda fresh in your mind. It had been days before you were able to sit comfortably after that.

Wanda’s hips pick up their pace, her walls beginning to close in around your tongue as her cries get louder. Her thighs clamp around your head as you feel the rush of her release coat your tongue, her hips grinding down on your face as you help her ride out her orgasm.

When you feel like you’re about to pass out from lack of oxygen, her legs release you. You gasp for breath as Wanda moves to straddle you, her mouth pressing kisses over your face. You’re still catching your breath as her mouth moves lower, traveling between your breasts and over your stomach.

It’s not until her tongue darts out to lap at your clit that you realise her intention, and your hand weakly reaches out to push her head away.

“Wanda, no more please,” you beg, not sure your body could handle any more stimulation at this point.

“Just one more for me,” she replies, her eyes locked on yours, still rimmed with red. “I just want to make you feel good.”

“Wanda, I can’t,” you begin to argue, pushing yourself onto your elbows to look down at her.

“It wasn’t a question,” she shoots back, the red wisps returning and pushing you onto your back.

You try to sit up but it’s no use, the force of her magic keeping you right where she wanted you. She licks along your slit and you jerk at the action, the pressure too much against your overstimulated flesh.

“Wanda, please,” you beg, trying to close your legs to stop her.

“Just relax, dove,” her voice is muffled between your legs as her tongue continues to trace over you, “I just want to taste what’s mine.”

Her tongue slips inside you then, the wet muscle stroking inside you as tears leak from your eyes. Your chest is heaving as she continues, the sensations bordering on painful as she continues to thrust her tongue in and out of your entrance.

Her thumb comes up to brush against you and you hear her muffled chuckle as you jolt against her. The sensitive bundle of nerves twitches against her thumb and you gasp as she pulls you closer to an orgasm you weren’t sure you could handle.

“Wan-” you try to ask her to stop again but your climax hits you suddenly, the shockwaves of pleasure rolling through your body and making your legs shake. You sob as the pleasure becomes too much, Wanda still moving inside you as she tries to draw out your release as long as possible.

Finally, she relents, pressing soft kisses as she moves back up your body. Every nerve in your body is on fire, and you are shivering as she props herself up on her elbow beside you.

“I told you that you had one more,” she smiles down at you, her hand pushing aside the hair stuck to your forehead by sweat. “How about we go get cleaned up?”

You don’t have the energy to protest as she lifts you up, carrying you up the stairs to the bathroom. She smiles softly at you as she runs the bath, the steam filling the room with the calming scent of lavender.

You sink into the water, the warmth enveloping you and soothing your muscles. Wanda lowers herself in front of you, her back pressed to your front as your arms wrap around her.

“I love you,” her voice echoes off the tiles as you rest your head against her shoulder.

“I love you too,” you reply easily, the words leaving your lips without a second thought.

You grab the washcloth from beside you, dipping it into the water as you begin to wash her back. You can see the trails of red run down her back, a reminder of the blood that still coated her head.

You remember her tone from earlier and you’re too scared to bring it up. But as you continue to clean her, Wanda’s satisfied hums filling the silence you find no marks on her body. You’re filled with relief that she wasn’t harmed at all but you can't shake the sinking feeling in your stomach when you remember the sheer volume of blood.

Taking a deep breath to gather your courage, you risk it and ask once more.

“Wanda, whose blood is this?” you hold your breath, waiting for her to tense in anger that you hadn’t let it go.

Instead, she turns to face you, her face now cleared of the crimson liquid, the bathwater tinted pink. She smiles at you, reaching out to touch her index finger to your nose before pressing a soft kiss against it.

“Nothing to worry your pretty little head about.”

Her tone is light but you don’t press further, not wanting to risk her ire. She seemed calm again, all the earlier agitation gone from her demeanour as the two of you rest peacefully in the bath.

Once the water begins to cool, she helps you out of the bath. She takes great care drying you, before helping you into your shared bed. She clambers in beside you, her damp hair resting against your shoulder as she places her ear over your heart.

It was how you fell asleep most nights, Wanda claiming that she liked the reassurance of hearing your heart beating as you fall asleep. You stroke your fingers through her hair, thoughts swirling as you try to make sense of the night.

Her breathing evens out long before you fall asleep, her face looking so young and innocent bathed in the moonlight from the window. You watch her eyelashes resting against her cheek as she dreams, the freckles over her nose almost invisible in the dim light.

She was your everything and you would die for her. And as you drifted off to sleep, you found yourself wondering if someone had died because of her.

//

You groaned as the blaring of your alarm woke you on Monday morning, its incessant noise filling the room and pulling you from your dreams.

You roll over to turn it off, the muscles in your body protesting the movement, still aching from your weekend. You and Wanda had hardly left the bed the whole weekend and you certainly weren’t complaining, even if your body was. You stretch languidly once you have silenced your alarm, a satisfied noise escaping your lips as you feel your joints crack as you shift under the covers.

You can hear the sounds of the shower in the next room, a sign that Wanda would be headed into work early today. Her schedule was often unpredictable of a morning, depending entirely on what training and reports needed to be completed.

You debate joining her in the shower but a quick glance at your phone shows that you don’t have the time. Reluctantly, you roll out of bed and begin the trek to the kitchen.

Wanda finds you there a few minutes later, towel drying her hair as she watches you fill two coffee mugs. She smiles adoringly at you as you place one in front of her, her smile growing as she notices the misshapen love heart drawn into the foam.

“You’ve been practising,” she comments as you bring your own drink to your lips, hands wrapped around the warmth of the mug.

“Just trying to find new ways to tell you how much I love you,” you reply, watching as Wanda rolls her eyes at your cheesy comment.

You busy yourself with tidying the mess you had made while Wanda sips her coffee silently, eyes following your every move. She’d grin every time you caught her staring, your cheeks heating from the obvious attention.

“Early start today?” you ask as you lean your hip against the counter you just wiped down, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice.

“Yeah, Steve wants us to run a simulation before training this morning.” Wanda shrugs as she stands, walking over to place her mug in the sink.

“I’ll be home early though so I’ll cook dinner tonight,” she presses a kiss to your forehead before she walks back towards the bedroom to finish getting ready.

You sigh before you place both mugs in the dishwasher, walking down the hallway to the bathroom. You let the warm water of the shower wash over you, the heat easing the ache in your muscles.

By the time you make it back to the bedroom, Wanda is pulling her shoes on. She smirks as you walk in clad in just your towel, eyes raking over your legs appreciatively.

“Maybe I can be a little late today,” she offers as she leans back on the bed, propping herself on her elbows.

You feel the heat erupt in your belly as she eyes you hungrily and you can’t help but comply. You drop your towel before moving toward her, excited for what was to come.

//

The elevator dings as the doors slide open and you rush out, trying to make it to your desk before your boss realises you’re not there.

Your morning activities had taken longer than planned and while you didn’t regret your choice at all, it did leave you rushing to make it to work on time. A quick glance at your watch shows that you’re only ten minutes late and you breathe a sigh of relief as you sink into the chair at your desk.

You power up your computer as you glance around, your colleagues paying you no attention as they complete their work. You look over to Carol’s desk, finding it empty and you assume she must have been called out to a job first thing this morning.

You had missed your usual morning breakfast date, something the two of you did every morning before work. You would sit in the break room, eating your breakfast and chatting. It was always a nice start to your day and you were already dying to fill her in on how your weekend had gone over lunch.

Your computer finally starts up and you busy yourself with replying to the emails that are beginning to pile up in your inbox. An hour quickly passes and your focus is only interrupted by the ringing of the phone on your desk. You recognise the number as your managers and you quickly answer it, surprised she was calling you instead of just sending an email or a text.

“Mr. Hart would like to see you in his office,” your manager tells you once you answer the phone and you reply that you’ll be there soon, your heart pounding in your chest.

Mr. Hart was the owner of the company and not someone you had to talk to very often. In fact, besides small talk when you ride in the elevator with him or the occasional company lunch, you weren’t sure you had ever really talked to him.

You start to panic, thinking that you were probably in trouble for being late this morning. But that seemed like a strange thing for the big boss to be getting involved in, surely your manager could handle the write-up for tardiness.

Your legs feel shaky as you walk towards his office, a sense of dread filling you with every step. Something just feels off and you can’t quite put your finger on it.

You raise an unsteady hand, fist knocking lightly on the door in front of you. You hear Mr. Hart beckon you in and you wrap your hand around the handle, taking a deep breath before opening.

You weren’t prepared for the sight that greeted you.

Mr. Hart sat at his desk, a solemn expression on his face. Your manager was there too, and it looked like she had been crying recently. There were also two police officers in the room, one seated across from the large oak desk and the other leaning against the side of the room.

“Please, come sit,” Mr. Hart gestures to the remaining chair and you nod, shutting the door behind you before following his instruction.

“What’s going on?” you ask, voice trembling as you gently sit on the edge of the chair, leg bouncing anxiously as you look around the room.

“This is Officer Pembroke and Officer Hawkins,” Mr. Hart introduces them, gesturing as he calls their names. “They have a few questions for you.”

“Me?” you blurt out, feeling the panic bubbling inside of you.

“You’re not in trouble,” Officer Pembroke assures you from her seat beside you. “We just have some questions for an investigation and you may be able to help.”

You nod, swallowing down the feeling of uneasiness. She looks down at her notebook before she begins.

“You’re familiar with a worker here by the name of Carol Danvers?”

You freeze at the name, remembering her empty desk this morning.

“Y-yeah,” you stutter out a response, “she works at the desk across from me. We’re friends.”

“When was the last time you saw Miss Danvers?” the officer continues, her face giving nothing away.

“Um, Friday afternoon,” you reply, not sure where this was going. “What’s this about, is Carol okay?”

No one answers you and you look around the room for answers. Mr. Hart shifts anxiously in his seat, your manager covers her mouth to stifle a sob, Officer Hawkins looks over at his partner with a serious expression on his face.

Your stomach drops.

“Well,” Officer Pembroke begins, chewing her lip nervously. “A call was placed late last night by a friend of Carol’s. They had tried contacting her but had received no response for a few days which they said was unusual. We went over there this morning to check out the apartment.”

You want to get up and leave, the tone of the officer's voice making you feel sick to your stomach. You didn’t want her to continue.

“The door was ajar when we got there and we proceeded inside. We found what looked like signs of a struggle and a large amount of blood throughout the apartment.”

Your breath catches, heart stopping in your chest as you process the words.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out after a moment, your voice trembling. “Is Carol okay?”

Your mind is running wild with images of her body lying there, bleeding for days with no help.

“We’re not sure,” Officer Hawkins answers, and your eyes flash to him. “We have been unable to locate Miss Danvers yet.”

“So she might be alive somewhere?” Your voice is optimistic, your mind seizing the tiny glimmer of hope that had sprouted.

“That’s unlikely,” he replies, and just like that your heart deflates again. “The volume of blood found indicates a fatal wound.”

You can feel the tears welling in your eyes, your hands clenched into fists to try and stem the hysteria building inside you.

Carol was hurt, probably dead, and you had spent the weekend wrapped up in your girlfriend.

Suddenly, a vision of Wanda flashes through your mind.

Wanda.

Covered in blood.

Blood that wasn’t her own.

You’re instantly fighting the urge to vomit.

“I know this is a lot to take in,” Officer Pembroke breaks you from your thoughts, placing her hand gently on yours as an act of comfort. “We just have a few more questions that might help our investigation if you think you’re up for them?”

You nod hesitantly, not entirely trusting your voice right now.

“Was Carol acting strange the last time you saw her?”

You think back to the last time you had seen your friend a few days prior, her behaviour the same as it always was. Carefree and happy, unaware that her days were numbered.

“No,” you answer after a moment, tears spilling over your eyes. “We finished early so we went to the bar across the street for a drink. I had to get home so I left after about an hour. She hugged me goodbye then I got into the taxi and went home.”

You feel a chill run down your spine as you think back to that moment, the tight embrace goodbye and the feeling of being watched that you just couldn’t shake. The way Carol’s hand had lingered on your arm for a few seconds as you farewelled each other for the night.

“You said you were friends, were you concerned when you didn’t hear from her all weekend?” Her tone is all business but you can’t help feeling like you were being accused of something.

Perhaps it was just your own guilt rising up.

“I was busy,” you frown, remembering Wanda’s insistence that you both turn your phones off for the weekend and just enjoy each other's company. It had seemed like a sweet gesture at the time, but now…

“Is there anyone you can think of that didn’t like Carol and would want to hurt her?”

Only your girlfriend, but you weren’t about to tell the officers that.

Wanda’s irrational jealousy was never something you understood but you were sure she wouldn’t have acted on it. The blood was probably just from a job, she came home injured all the time.

It was just a coincidence.

At least that’s what you tried to tell yourself.

“No, I can’t think of anyone.”

You’re glad you can pass off the shake in your voice as grief for your friend rather than the absolute terror that the woman you loved was somehow responsible.

“Okay, thank you for your time.” Officer Pembroke stands, walking over to shake Mr. Hart's hand. “We’ll be in touch if we have any more questions.”

He sees the officers to the door before walking back to his desk, sighing deeply as he sits down again.

The tears are flowing freely now, the weight of the situation finally hitting you. Your manager is openly sobbing in the corner, the choked cries echoing in the room.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Mr. Hart tells you, his voice sincere. “I know the two of you were close. “How about you take the next day or two off? Take some to process all of this.”

You just nod dumbly, thanking him softly as you stand slowly. You feel numb, your mind blank as you walk silently to your desk.

You can see the questions in your coworker's eyes but none of them say anything about your stoic expression or the wails from your manager that can be heard through the closed office door. You collect your things quickly, making your way down to your car, thankful that you had decided to drive rather than take the train this morning.

You start the car and sit there for a moment, Carol's face flashing through your mind as the memories of her play like a video behind your closed eyes.

The countless lunch breaks spent laughing about something stupid, nights out where the two of you would get up to all kinds of mischief, comforting each other through the tough times. All playing vividly in your mind.

Carol had been one of your closest friends for so long and you were going to miss her dearly. Granted, you hadn’t spent much time with her outside of work lately, not since you moved in with Wanda-

Wanda.

You start to panic again as you think of your girlfriend and her potential involvement in the whole situation. You needed to talk to her, you needed her to reassure you that it was all just a coincidence and that you must be going crazy.

You didn’t want to think of the alternative.

You shift your car into drive, pulling out of the parking lot and batting away tears as you drive back to your house. Your mind is racing, your heart matching its frantic pace as you try to make sense of your day.

You think back to the last time you had heard from Carol, frowning as you realised it really was Friday night. You usually spent your weekends talking to her and you hated that you had been so wrapped up in Wanda that you didn’t notice something was off.

You pull over as you remember exactly what your last contact with Carol was, the Snapchat that she had sent you. The video where she talked about a red flashing light, mistaking it for the police.

There was one other source for the red light that you could think of.

You can feel the waves of nausea washing over you and you breathe deeply through your nose to try and calm yourself down. This couldn’t be happening.

Your girlfriend, the avenger who spent her time saving the world over and over, the woman whose arms you fell asleep in every night, may have killed your closest friend.

You can’t wait until you get home, fumbling for your phone and dialing Wanda. You needed answers and you needed them now.

“Hey, dove,” she greets cheerily as she picks up the call.

“Did you kill Carol?” The words spill from your lips before you can stop them and you can feel your heart in your throat as you await the response.

You hope to hear Wanda’s confused voice asking you what you were talking about, you hope that you were very wrong about all of this and that it was all in your head.

“That was quick,” comes her reply, her voice now icy cold, all traces of warmth gone.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out, hand covering your mouth in shock. “Wanda, what have you done?”

“I did what was necessary.” Her tone is clipped, almost unrecognisable to you.

“I can’t believe this,” you whisper, your breaths shallow as you fight the rising panic.

“Oh, don’t act so innocent,” she scoffs. “I was just protecting what’s mine. You never listened when I told you she was after you, so obviously in love with you, so I had to take matters into my own hands.”

“Wanda,” you can feel yourself growing hysterical now, sucking in your breaths quickly. “You’re insane, I can’t-”

“Don’t make me question your loyalty again,” her voice interrupts you, hard and demanding. “Or next time I’ll make you watch.”

The line goes dead then and you drop the phone into your lap, choking out a sob as the truth washes over you.

Carol was dead.

Wanda had killed her.

And you didn’t know if you would be next.

Your hands shake as you turn the car back on, trying to hold it together as you make the rest of the trip back home. You start to form a plan in your head, mentally listing all the essential things you would need to pack and where you would go.

You pull into the garage, rushing into your house. You race down the hall, grabbing your suitcase from the spare room along the way and flinging open your bedroom door. You quickly find yourself in your closet, grabbing clothes at random and stuffing them into your luggage before going into the bathroom to grab some of your toiletries.

The whole thing takes about ten minutes and you’re zipping up your suitcase before you know it, dragging it behind you back down the hall. You leave it in the living room, grabbing your laptop from where you had left it in the kitchen before making your way back.

“Going somewhere, dove?”

You stop in your tracks, laptop clutched to your chest as you eye Wanda warily from where she stands next to your luggage.

You don’t answer her as she takes a step forward, your own feet stumbling backward as the fear races through your body. She looks eerily calm as if she hadn’t just practically admitted to murder only half an hour earlier.

“I asked a question,” her voice is a little more firm, her eyes ringed in red as her frustration rises to the surface.

“I have to leave,” you try to say confidently but your voice shakes with fear.

“What?”

You don’t like the way Wanda steps forward again or the way she almost hisses the word, her anger visible now.

“I have to get away from you, I can’t stay here.”

Wanda smiles then and lets out a chuckle as if you had said something funny.

“Oh sweetheart,” she coos, her voice gentle again. “Did you really think I’d let you leave?”

Terror runs ice cold through your veins at her words and your eyes instinctively dart around the room, trying to find a way to escape.

“I did all of this for you,” she continues, taking another step closer. “For us. I’m not about to let you go that easily.”

Another step forward and then another. You're frozen to the spot, unable to move as she creeps closer until she stops in front of you.

“And besides,” she hooks her finger under your chin and brings your eyes up to meet hers. The green eyes that you used to love getting lost in are now taunting you. “Staying here is in your best interests.”

You must look confused because Wanda chuckles again, leaning forward to brush her lips against yours. You fight the urge to shudder in repulsion, not wanting to set her off. Who knew what she was really capable of.

“I was careful not to leave any traces behind so they’ll never be able to link this to me.” Her tone is triumphant and you close your eyes, knowing that she was going to get away with this.

“But you,” your eyes open again at her words, the glint in her eyes making you feel sick. “Well let’s just say that if you try and tell anyone what really happened, the police may just find some pretty damning evidence against you. You really need to control that temper, dove. Getting into an argument and killing your best friend isn’t a good way to handle your emotions”

She smirks as the realisation washes over you. You don’t know how but she had managed to find a way to frame you if it came down to it and you were certain that whatever it was would stick. You’d take the fall for Wanda and your life would be ruined.

Not that you had much of a life left at this point.

“So how about we go unpack, then we can take a nice relaxing bath together?” You don’t know how Wanda can just act like nothing's wrong, her voice calm and even.

She kisses you again before she turns, taking your suitcase with her as she walks toward the bedroom. You know there’s no way out for you, no possible way you could turn this around without making things worse for yourself.

You sink to the floor, your tears returning once more.

You cry for your friend that you lost. You cry for the Wanda that you thought you knew. You cry for yourself, trapped forever with someone who was like a stranger to you now. You cry for the future you thought you had and the one that awaited you.

It was a long time before the tears stopped.

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I think I’m gonna post part 2 of my Ellen fic tonight… it’s just pure liz smut 👀