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What a Naughty Girl…

Scarlett Johansson x Elizabeth Olsen

ScarLizzie x Fem!Reader

“WandaNat” x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Possessiveness, Invasion of Privacy, Kidnapping, Blood, SoftDark!!!(Roleplay). Legal, yet unspecified age gap (IE-Little One)

Smut: Little One/Naughty-Good Girl(R), Daddy(Scar), Mommy(Liz), Strap(L—S), Fingering(R—L), Face-Riding(S—R), Knife Play/Marking(R—L), Baton/Penetration(R—S) Nipple Stim., Slapping, Choking, Bulge Kink Squirting, Passing Out—Somnophilia(R—S)

18+ | Minors DNI!!!

Request: "now this with natasha and wanda would be <3" - @mushroomgayval on my Flo fic.

Fluffy until it's not 😳 ; I'm not partaking in Kinktober per se, but do enjoy this filth 💋

Scarlett and Lizzie had been rather worried when come time for dinner you'd been absent. The long filming days like today, when they'd have dinner catered to set were always your absolute favorite., "Maybe she left already.," Robert countered their perplexed expressions, and they skipped right over his silly reasoning., "She never leaves without saying goodbye to at least one of us, it's how we know she's safe."

Downey simply rolled his eyes at them, as if you weren't a grown adult capable of getting home. Then he gasped when his hand was slapped away from taking the last remaining Hawaiian roll., "That's for Y/N, paws off.," Lizzie warned, then she began to move around the craft tables to collect you a sizable plate. Scarlett collected drinks for the three of you, then she followed Lizzie to your trailer with their plates of food in hand.

Scarlett had offered to be the one to wake you, because as cute as you were, when your sleep was disturbed you were a monster and she was more equipped to handle your little outbursts. First thing she did was admire your body, the shirt you'd been wearing was raised so far that she could actually see the lace of your red bra. Your shorts were hilariously disheveled, your matching panties somewhat visible, then this sudden idea ran through her mind, and she found herself annoyed that you might be wearing them for someone in particular.

Before she could get too irrationally angry she finally noticed the way that your hand was partially dipped into your shorts, then she saw the lit up phone settled beside you on the mattress, the picture was slowly becoming more clear to her, and with her interest piqued she picked up the phone, eyes widening when she saw what was pulled up on your screen. Lizzie was impatiently staring at her girlfriend, the food having long run cold, so she stumbled right on over to see what was taking so long.

"Shh, look...," Scarlett hushed her girlfriend before she could accidentally disturb you, nimble fingers accepted your unlocked phone, and Liz had to cover her mouth to contain her gasp., "Holy shit...," Scarlett nodded., "Yeah." Lizzie's shock wore off, and she looked to her lover with a mischievous grin., "This is going to be fun, who knew she was so damn naughty."

Scarlett hummed as she pulled Lizzie in for a rough kiss, desperate for the contact as her mind now ran wild with filthy thoughts of you inspired by the dark contents on your phone. They both knew of your crushes on them, it wasn't something you could hide from them; you were just so sweet, and they had thought you were pure—but knowing that you got off to stories of their respective Marvel characters taking you in such twisted ways, well now they know just how wrong they were.

Thrilling didn't begin to explain just how great this information was for them, their need to fulfill your deepest, darkest fantasies now sat at the forefront of their mind, but for now they've got to play it cool. After they readjusted their appearances, as to not give themselves away, they returned to the original plan. Scarlett set your phone screen down beside you, then she sat down beside you, gently coaxing you from your deep slumber, and then she was giggling when you expectedly groaned., "Little one, you need to wake up and eat, none of that now."

Scarlett was extra attentive to your body now, so she watched the way you tensed the more your consciousness began to seep in, your eyes shot open, so she smiled warmly down at you, hopeful that you'd calm, to her luck you'd done just that when you saw your phone face down., "Good morning sunshine, we were worried.," Your brows furrowed adorably, followed up by your lip jutting out, and she just wanted to take you right then and there., "'M sorry.," and your raspy, fresh from your sleep voice didn't help.

"No need to apologize honey, just come eat.," Lizzie spoke up, announcing her presence, and her heart skipped when your head lifted, and your sleepy smile was now filling her vision., "Lizzieeeee.," she chuckled at the way you sang her name, beckoning you over, and she pulled you into her lap as soon as she could reach you. Scarlett huffed, she wakes you, and Lizzie gets the cute greeting., "Scar said you were a little monster, but look at you, such a good girl."

The women shared a knowing glance when you looked down and not so subtly shifted about in her lap., "Scar's the monster.," you grumbled., "Don't I know it.," Lizzie teased along with you, and that seemed to be enough to have you settling into her hold., "You two are always ganging up on me, I just can't catch a break.," You stuck your tongue out at the blonde, she smirked at your childish behavior, and then before you could stop it she stole your roll., "Might as well live up to the title of being a monster.," she shrugged, then she laughed when you menacingly—adorably—glared.

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After the couple finally left your trailer you had released a super shaky breath, being so close to them, and putting up with their merciless teasing is your norm, but after the earlier hours where you spent your time with your fingers buried deep within your cunt to their images, fingers bringing yourself over the edge as you read about their characters manhandling you, well it was beyond unbearable to say the least.

Scarlett and Lizzie were thriving upon their new discovery, so much so that they'd snuck back onto set to steal their suits, amongst a few other things: rope, handcuffs, a conveniently laid out burlap sack, and a few other props. They anxiously sat together in their Tesla, waiting for the lights in your trailer to go out, and for you to send them a 'Leaving ❤️,' text.

"Do you think she's going to handle this well?," Lizzie asked, the fear that this might be a bit too much settling deep within her, but she soon settled when Scarlett reached out for her hand., "Honey—Y/N, our sweet little one, wants this. You read the same stories I did, and saw just how much she was a flustered mess at dinner. Plus, if we get her to our hotel, and she seems unwilling we'll shut it all down.," Scarlett lifted her hand up to her lips., "Calm down honey.," then just as she kissed her knuckles your light was being shut off., "Looks like it's showtime."

Scarlett slipped out of the passenger seat with a wink to her getaway driver, then hiding in the dead of night she followed you to your vehicle. You were humming, completely oblivious to your surroundings, and though that was to her current benefit, she was still pretty annoyed at your total aloofness. Danger lurks around all corners, you need to be more prepared; I mean, look at you now as she throws a bag over your head and presses a prop gun into your back.

Your screams doing nothing to save you as you are drug across the empty lot, and tossed into a car that clearly wasn't yours., "Please, I-I, you don't want to do this... There will be people looking for me.," Lizzie looks back to see Scarlett smirk, knowing exactly what she's thinking—they're the people who'd be looking for you—Scarlett winks at her before swooping your keys up off the ground, then she's quick to drive your car off the lot, leading Lizzie to the sketchy motel on the outskirts of town that she booked under falsehoods earlier for this event.

Lizzie was gripping the steering wheel rather tightly, your sobs were slowly getting to her, because as much as she hated to admit she enjoyed them, she also worried you might bolt. That their long term goals of having you all to themselves will be out the door all because they got caught up in a moment and played upon your secret fantasies, and the prospect of that absolutely terrified her., "I don't want to die, please, I'll do anything...,"

Fuck...

Scarlett pulled into the dingy parking lot, and you could feel as the car you were in came to a stop, your entire life was replaying in your mind while you waited for the kidnapper to make their next move. Whomever drove you here had left the car, the clicking door telling you as much, and so you sobbed even louder. Dying wasn't really a fear for you, it was your lack of living that had terrified you, so focused on moving up in your career you had neglected the very life you'd always wanted to live.

Traveling the world was traded in for shooting a film in Venice, pretty as it was, your ability to explore was limited by the strenuous set hours. Creating that family you always wanted was replaced by the Marvel crew, and though you loved them with all your heart, it wasn't the same as your dreamed up life with a wife and kids, whether they'd be human or fur babies. Falling in love had also been ruined for you too, your infatuation with the kind women you've been fortunate enough to know ruined you for anyone else that ever came along.

Being forced into this backseat left you alone in the mind you were always so hesitant to be in. You're proud of where you've managed to get, but it doesn't make where you wanted to be any less a nagging thought, you just wanted to shut down at this point, your current misery was interrupted though when the door had opened. Fight or flight inevitably kicked in, and before the person could snatch you up you kicked them hard in the chest, a deep, yet feminine huff was heard as you took off running.

A sense of hope swirled deep in your gut, but in your haste to get away you'd failed to consider the handcuffs on your hands, the sack over your head—oh, and the potential accomplice. Your body was quickly snatched up from behind, legs kicking as you were mid run, an arm wrapped around your waist so tightly that you could barely breath. Then a lithe hand was placed firmly over your covered mouth to catch your breathless screams, fresh hot tears now getting caught on your upper lip as you cried over your inevitable demise.

You don't usually survive a kidnapping after attacking the perpetrators...

Scarlett was still recovering from the blow when Lizzie entered with your squirming form. In a moment of genuine rage Scarlett yanked you from her lovers hold, and began to tie you to the bed with such force that you gave in. Lizzie was in a state of total shock at the way it had all played out thus far, never did she think it would've resorted to such extremities, it was really only meant to be a 'playful' kidnapping.

She felt a twinge of guilt, but she also couldn't fight the way all of this made her feel, seeing Scarlett manhandle you after she'd just done the same had her panties beyond wrecked. Scarlett was nearly done with your bindings when you began to violently choke on your spit, and a sense of urgency to help filled her body. So without much thought she ripped the sack from your head, your shocked gasp only made the choking that much worse, and both women were truly too enamored with your mussed up face to help you anymore.

The way your eyes were bloodshot, and now swimming with a flurry of easily readable emotions: fear, betrayal, but mostly—arousal. Your cheeks were streaked with mascara, and your once plump lips were smeared red and beyond split open as you'd chewed them up. Scarlett couldn't stop herself when another tear fell from your eyes, she swiped the salty liquid over your lips with her thumb, smearing the dried blood around, and effectively making you wince as the liquid burned at the cracks.

"Wh-What...," Scarlett pressed her thumb down forcefully, gliding over your teeth on the way to stop the movement of your tongue, she smirked when your lips closed around her digit, you were sucking upon it to self soothe., "You've been a very naughty girl today Y/N.," your eyes somehow filled with even more tears when you saw the genuine disappointment that resided within both of their stares.

"First you nearly slept through dinner.," Lizzie tuts., "Then when we graciously brought your plate you'd left your door unlocked, any sort of danger could've walked right on in.," your eyes widen, because for all intents and purposes, it clearly had, and the returned look they give tells you they know it had., "Trained in basic combat, and Scarlett was able to snatch you up with ease. How many times do we have to say take care of yourself for you to listen, hmm?"

"We saw your phone too, the way your hand was in your pants, fuck Y/N, we think you did this all on purpose, it was a perfect set up...," you attempted to shake your head, they needed to know you didn't want them to find out, of course you didn't—this is embarrassing.

Scarlett removed her thumb from your mouth, and as you went to deny it the back of her hand made contact with your face., "No use in lying now slut.," your cheek stung with the tiniest of scratches forming as her rings grazed the skin., "Now...," Lizzie had started to get to the far less painful part, but the vibrating of your boob caught her off guard, her eyes looking to see it was nearly 9PM., "Who the fuck is calling you this late Y/N?!," both of them watched as your eyes widened fearfully, and they wasted no time grabbing the phone., "Who's Luna??"

"Oh, apparently it's cold, and getting late...," Scarlett read off., "Your reservations were given up, but she's still down to 'link up,' she wants the addy.," Scarlett scoffs, tossing your phone across the room with no care at all., "That's why your makeup was done up then? You got all dressed up for this whore, hm?," another slap to etch even more nicks into your skin is thrown down, and your lip trembled., "It was just a hookup... Dinner was her idea."

Lizzie gripped your cheeks, squishing them until your lips were pouting., "That is worse, you were going to whore yourself out to this random bimbo after getting off to us?," your eyes shut while an uncomfortable wave of embarrassment welled up within your chest., "No, open your fucking eyes and face us.," you reluctantly did, and when you truly looked you could see genuine hurt beneath all the anger.

"I'm sorry... I-I...," the women watch as you breakdown, a deep sorrow evident in your sobs, and they didn't know what had truly gotten into them, you weren't ever theirs, but fuck, the idea of you and that girl, or let alone any other person with you really had them seeing red., "If you're sorry, then prove it.," Scarlett growled, her face not even two inches from yours now, and before you could spout more apologies her lips were pressed to yours.

It was all too much, your mind was riddled with turmoil, on the one end this is all you'd ever wanted, to have these gorgeous creatures in your vicinity, with their hands all over you as they showed your body absolutely no mercy. On the other end of things this was just insane; your sweet little Elizabeth, and your charming as ever Scarlett have betrayed your trust, they took your private experiences where you let your fantasies run wild and recreated them. Without so much as a heads up it felt wrong, but the way her plump lips felt against yours, and the blinding pressure steadily building up from deep within you told you that your body and mind did not agree in the slightest here.

Her lips were soft, but she wasn't by any means as she shoved her tongue over your cracked lips, diving into your mouth to savor the taste that was so uniquely you, a bit of mint to complement the metallic taste of your blood, and she appreciates the way you give in to her. Those expert hands of hers wasted no time traveling down your body, groping you over the clothing before finding the barrier angering. Cold fingers slipping beneath your shirt had your back arching, the sensation against your heated skin offering the opposite of relief.

Lizzie was captivated, watching the way that her lover was slipping further into a headspace she'd never seen before; Scar had always been so incredibly soft with her, and she wonders if this had always been what she wanted to do, but maybe she was just worried it wouldn't have gotten her anywhere so she said nothing. Lizzie shifted, if that was the case, well boy she couldn't have been more wrong, the leather pants of her suit were sticky with her arousal, and every sound Scarlett was able to pull from you was making the actress that much dizzier. Then she'd unintentionally whined, her innate need for relief finally reaching its precipice.

Scarlett removed her tongue from residing down your throat, her hands groped your breasts harshly, pulling a languid moan from you as she pulled back, your lower lip caught between her teeth, and her eyes were on yours. Once she felt your stare matched hers in terms of cognition she'd bit down on the delicate muscle, dribbles of blood mixed with spit flickered over your chin as she relinquished her hold, and you slumped against the pillow with a new wave of tears in your eyes.

"So fucking beautiful.," Lizzie groans, her thumb collecting the bloody spit from your chin, eyes of emerald green, that upon closer observation now resemble that of the forest in the night stare through your glazed over pair. "Mm...," her thumb pressed passed her lips, grazing over her tongue she relished the taste, you watched, chest heaving as the arousal was swirling painfully in the pit of your stomach.

Scarlett pulled Lizzie in for a bruising kiss, the lovers making out over you was indeed a sight to marvel at, tongues decorated in crimson fighting for a dominance neither was willing to give up, you whimpered pitifully beneath them, and they broke away, chuckling tauntingly., "Oh, does our naughty girl have needs too?," you nod frantically, eyes glimmering with hope dull upon seeing the hardened glares in return.

"Too fucking bad.," Scarlett snarls, then her body lifts from the bed, leaving you alone with Lizzie who's look, though softer, is frightening., "What? Thought you could be a whore and just get your way.," she mocks, hands reaching into the pocket on her lower leg, your eyes widen when you see the handle of a dagger, the blade being the next to flood your eye line, and in a shocking turn of events you could feel the way you soaked right on through your panties, the evidence likely dripping onto the mattress as you were in a short skirt.

"Tell me detka...," she purrs the Russian pet name out like it was her mother tongue, the accent usually reserved for her character now being transferred into a new realm of her life., "Do you think Luna's still waiting for your answer?," the harsh glare tells you to remain silent., "I'm sure she is, a pretty one like you's hard to not think about...," her eyes never leave yours while her blade glides over the thin shirt, a firm pressure being felt as she leans closer to you, followed shortly by the ripping of fabric.

"Scar baby, check our naughty girls phone for me please.," she sweetly calls out to her lover, her dagger still laying against your sternum, and as she spoke her hands naturally moved; the little bow of your bra was torn to shreds, the skin beneath painfully nicked, and your pained groan has Lizzie looking to you again. Excited an understatement when she sees the disheveled cups of your bra, the small puddle of blood pooling beneath the tip of her dagger makes her feel accomplished; she drags it even lower, watching as your chest rises and falls in stutters, and your breaths grow shallow, the nerves clear as day on your furrowed face., "Looks like the bitch just won't give up!"

Lizzie's dagger digs into you at the shouted words, the feeling of your blood trailing down your side an afterthought to the way she looks. It's truly uncanny, the suit was clinging to her every curve, the auburn wig was still in pristine condition, and the way she tilted her head had you convinced Wanda Maximoff wasn't even a character at all but instead Lizzie's alter ego., "Bring the phone, it's important we set the girl straight.," Lizzie's words had you in a frenzy to have access to your limbs again, your squirms were put to an end though with a pointed glare, oh, and the feeling of the cold metal pressing over your bottoms, your skirt and lacy panties falling in tandem.

Scarlett smirked down at you, following instructions she photographed yours arms., "Seems she's a bit tied up, don't you think?," both women laughed manically after sending off the message, three bubbles formed, but soon faded, the bottom of the message spread now reading "Luna has unmatched you.," Scarlett smiled as she settled your phone on the nightstand, and Lizzie beamed just the same., "Now you're all ours kotenok, and we're going to fucking ruin you for anyone else..."

As if that wasn't already the case...

Lizzie hummed a happy tune while you sobbed, the perfectionist in her had her going over the pristine markings she'd been etching into you, "E.O." now residing between a set of your ribs. The only relief you got came when her tongue softly trailed over the open wound, collecting the bright red droplets of blood, her lips soft as they sealed the branding with a kiss. An "S.J." was soon to follow, mirrored on the right side., "Absolutely perfect, our precious little one.,"

Scarlett placed a kiss to the nape of her lovers neck, alerting to her that she was ready for her, lithe hands trace over her leather covered waist on their journey to hook onto her tight pants. Fingers hook around the waistband, and once she feels your eyes on them she slowly pulls them down her legs, Lizzie's muscular thighs are revealed to you, and you squirm in place when you see them glimmering with her slick. Just knowing that having you at their mercy did that to her fills you with a tainted pride; the new hope of having your face buried between them leaves you uncomfortably dripping.

Scarlett settles onto the chair that you now notice is at the end of the bed, her black widow suit is still perfectly clinging to her body, but she's slipped into a harness, on the outside of the black suit you see the shiny red faux cock, your desperate walls flutter, clinging onto nothing, and judging by their incredulous laughter you know they can see it happening., "Aww... Look at her detka, so desperate for our touch now...," she mocks you, even winking your way as you're forced to watch the strap slip into Lizzie's puffy cunt with relative ease, moaning as it fills her up so well, your body feels so incredibly uncomfortable, absolutely buzzing as you remain deprived of their touch.

It's truly a sight to see, all those fanfics you'd read thus far of the redheaded beauties now coming to life before you; you felt unworthy. "Wanda's" moans were even prettier, and far more sinful than you'd imagined, "Natasha's" grip on her hips just as rough as you'd expected it to be when she guided her over the strap, and her deep grunts left no room to question just how affected she was by all of this as well.

Leather shone with the drippings of the woman far too eager to climax, and Lizzie grew closer when she saw you ogling them, the sheer amount of want on top of the innate need in your eyes had her squeezing around the strap, and screaming., "Fuck! Y/N...," the shouting of your name as she came hard leaving you a whimpering mess in need of a good fuck on the bed before them. Scarlett kissed over the marks she'd left behind on the side of her lovers neck, helping her to come down from her high, all while watching you attempt to squirm about.

Lizzie, with the help of Scarlett, made her way onto the bed, her glistening cunt now pressing against your bare abdomen, you moaned as the warm slick gushed out and over your abdomen. Lizzie stares down at you, her smile wide as can be as your eyes plead with her for much more., "Daddy's going to ride your pretty little face, and mommy.," she pauses, wiggling her hands above your face much like her character does., "Well mommy's going to fill you up with these magic fingers of hers...," she laughed tauntingly when you huffed in obvious embarrassment, your eyes closing to hide, but a slap to your face undid your attempts to cower away.

"Mommy and daddy won't touch you anymore until we get a verbal okay.," you could see that under the facade that she truly wanted your express consent before anything progressed., "Mhm...," her displeased stare urged you on., "Yes mommy... I-I want your magic fingers.," Lizzie beamed, then in a briefly soft moment she pecked your nose., "Good fucking girl."

Scarlett approached the bed as Lizzie slowly moved down your body, your nostrils the first to catch her presence; the smell of her arousal causing your mouth to salivate, and then as you shifted to gaze at her you had felt lightheaded. Her shaven pussy was a marvel for sure, but it only got more heavenly as you trailed your eyes up, her taut skin looked so damn soft, and her rounded breasts looked incredibly delectable., "My eyes are up here kotenok.," Scarlett taunts as your eyes lingered on her pert nipples; soft, deceivingly so, fingers gripped you by the chin, yanking your gaze up to catch her smug smirk.

"Tell me printsessa, do you think you deserve mommy's fingers...," your eyes downcast as soon as she hints to leaving you unresolved., "What about daddy's pussy hmm?," the threat of not being able to taste her actually hits you harder than the other, you're desperate and you don't care how pathetic you look begging., "No... But please, fuck! Daddy I'll be so good for you guys, I promise to be your good girl.," Scarlett's eyes only darken further, any trace of green that had once remained was subjected to the clutch of the void now, your pleads and promises enough for the redhead, evident as she carefully slots herself over your face.

"Daddy, please, I want to touch you...," you whined, hands tugging at their restraints, and the woman looks down to you in amusement., "You have only one job here detka, so open your mouth, and use it to make me cum.," she lowers herself onto you without allowing another word to leave your mouth, she sighs happily when she feels your tongue glide through her folds, a loud moan then leaving her when you swirl it over her throbbing clit., "Just like that detka, don't fucking stop.," she groans, a hand flying to your head to wrap up in your hair, holding you properly against her.

Lizzie places a firm kiss to your clit, giggling when your body jolts, and Scarlett screams., "So reactive...," she taunts the both of you, then without much more than a swirling around your entrance does she thrust two fingers in., "Shit, you're so fucking tight dorogoy.," Lizzie grunts as she is met with your resistant walls right away, but they are no match for her will. Slowly but surely she sets a steady rhythm, her fingers separating inside of you, the cold metal of her rings tenderly brush against your velvety walls—shocking you, your consequent mewls making a fire of blinding pleasure spread throughout the beauty atop of you's body.

Scarlett was close, she almost felt embarrassed at how quickly she was going to fly over the edge of bliss, but with just how talented she deemed your mouth to be the shame settled. Her hips never faltered in their efforts to meet your tongues thrusts, and when Lizzie kept the same energy with her fingers in your tight cunt it wasn't long until you fell over together. Your strangled moans reverberated throughout her cunt, and you were rewarded with the glorious feeling that was her arousal sliding over your tongue, and slowly trickling down your throat.

Lizzie slowly pulled out of you, careful to ensure your greedy pussy didn't swallow her jewelry up, and with her free arm she helped Scar off of your face, laying her against the bed she hovers her fingers over her mouth, and while you work to catch your breath you find it very difficult at the sight of their soft moment. Lizzie's patient with her, fingers gently tapping your arousal onto her lips until she parts them, hungrily sucking them into her warm mouth. Lizzie groans when her tongue expertly works to clean your remnants from her digits, and to prolong the moment she keeps the eye contact with her steady as she fucks her throat.

Scar's gags reignite the fire in the pit of your stomach, and you whimper like the bitch in heat that you are; Lizzie rolls her eyes at your expressive neediness, but as a woman who aims to please she gives in to your calls. Fingers glimmer with the spit of the dazed woman as she pulls them out, then she leans down to gently peck her lips, dipping into her mouth just to gather a taste of you, then she pulls back and refocuses her attention on you. Fingers dance over your tense thighs, beyond sore muscles twitch beneath her touch, and she almost feels bad when you groan as she kneads into the flesh, offering only the barest of relief.

Her fingers trailed back down to your wet cunt, the heat radiating off you was rather palpable, and she slips back into you with a pleased hum. "So warm, mommy could used to this detka.," she smiles when you look at her with hopeful eyes., "Don't worry, you're all ours now.," she muses with a wink, then she picks the pace up while her lips find purchase upon your body, licking and nibbling at your skin to hold true to her promises—you're theirs, and you'll surely wake up with the marks to prove it.

Lizzie had long since removed her top, but as she fucked into you she realized the gloves had remained on, the rough fabric rubbing against your clit every single time she slams her fingers back into you, the pain proving welcome as you did everything you could to meet her thrusts while being tied up, and painfully wide open., "Fuck, you're taking my fingers so well detka, you're going to do so well with daddy's toy.," your walls flutter at the mysterious promise for more, and as you're nearing another orgasm Lizzie wraps her hand around your throat and slams her lips to yours for a sloppy kiss.

The all too familiar taste of her lover lingers, and she moans as it transfers over to her, slim fingers reflexively tighten around your neck; the corners of your eyes fill with tears as the supply to oxygen runs short, and Lizzie pulls back to watch you come undone up close as your walls now have her fingers in a deadlock. Her hold on your neck releases, then all at once you gasp for air, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you thrash about, your orgasm harshly floods right on out—drenching her completely; finger's absolutely glistening as she pulls them out of you, her glove beyond fucking ruined, and she is genuinely shocked.

While Scarlett pulls her end together Lizzie decides to be a moment of calm for you, you pay no mind to her at first while you try to return to your body. She reaches for the blade, and your eyes fly open as the metal scrapes against the table, her eyes remain impassive, because though she only intends to cut the rope from around your hands, she isn't that opposed to making you at least squirm a bit., "Sweetest little one, what do you say to your mommy?," you blink up at her in confusion, "Try out those manners for me detka.," she muses, the blade slowly cutting right through the bindings on your hands.

"Thank you mommy..." you groan as a dull ache travels throughout your arms when they collide with the mattress, but that familiar, soft smile she flashes you makes your heart melt, and suddenly the ache is but a memory. She lays a delicate kiss to your wrists., “You're most welcome.," you flinched as her lips pressed to the rope burns., "Shhh, you're okay.," she coos while swiftly slipping behind you leaving you rather confused. Scarlett quickly approaches with a devious smirk, hands hidden behind her back, you shudder at the endless possibilities for what's likely to come., "We read one of your little fics Y/N/N, while we waited for you to get ready, and oh boy was it full of great ideas.," Scarlett chuckles, her hands slowly reveal themselves to be holding one of the Black Widow batons, and you dryly gulp.

"Don't worry detka, I'll be gentle.," she teases with a smirk that promises the exact opposite. Leaving your legs tied up was a strategic move, because the way your torso was moving about she just knew your legs would be thrashing. The cool metal presses against your entrance, once you release a shaky breath she pushes in, the first notch of the tool now inside of you, you whimper at the painful feeling, and Lizzie allows you to link your fingers with her own.

Scarlett slips another two notches into you, your back instantly arches off the bed when the rough ridges glide across your innermost sensitive parts, but Lizzie is quick to use your combined hands to push you back down, then she’s throwing a leg over you to hold you firmly against the mattress., “Stay still detka, it’ll hurt less if you don’t resist.,” she gently whispers the cringey reassurance to you while her lips begin to travel over the side of your neck.

As cringey as it was it was also the case here, the pain subsided the calmer you became, deep breaths were your best friend, and when Lizzie began to grope at your breasts you were putty in their hands. Scarlett pulled all the way out of you, then she began to piston the baton into your cunt without relent, and you were a mess. Moans came out in between your short gasps, something about the unorthodox, makeshift dildo being used on you by the smirking actress imitating her best character had you turned on.

“Shit, detka you’re soaking the fucking bed.,” you clenched tightly around the metal when her raspy voice called you out, the waves of pleasure rolled right through you, Lizzie’s lips on your pulse point the final straw as she bit into your skin your back arched against the pressure of her leg; you screamed a set of curses as you came hard on the baton, body absolutely trembling, but Scarlett didn’t stop her ministrations, even if her arm was burning, and you were actively trying to wriggle away.

The sight of your pussy devouring the weapon just had her transfixed, then she was a goner when she noticed the way that your stomach lifted up whenever she slammed into you. An almost childlike amusement flashed across her face when it would lift up, then drop back down based on her movements alone., “Too much.,” you slurred, but she shushed you with a harsh thrust, a pained moan clawing from the depths of your throat came out, and you softly cried.

Like a cat drawn to a glass on the edge of a table the wigged up blonde was slamming her hand over the bulge, and that was it for you. The women were speechless, your body was convulsing at a nearly inhumane rate, your arousal literally drenching the bed, your raised thighs, it even sprayed out over the redheads abdomen., “Holy shit, that was fucking hot.,” she groaned, and Lizzie just continued to stare at the delicious mess you made, her eyes only finally realizing you’d passed out., “Shit, Scar you put her to sleep.,” the woman smirked smugly, then she shrugged her shoulders and dropped to her knees., “Can’t let all this go to waste.,” she muses as she discarded the baton then dove right on into your drenched folds.

Lizzie giggles at your state, your body blanketed by a deep slumber still convulses atop of hers while her girlfriend eats you out like a woman starved, your sleeping face the furthest from peaceful as your brows twitch at the overstimulating pleasure your body is being subjected to., "Such a perfect, good girl... All fucked out in her mommy's arms...," she sets a contradictory sweet kiss to your temple, her hands returning to your breasts, chuckling even further as you sleepily gasp when she grazes over your nipples...

Scarlett pulls away from your abused cunt with a dopey smile when she meets her lovers gaze. The sight of you sleeping against her shoulder warms her heart, the previous devilish phase fading from her mind., "Share the wealth.," Lizzie teases, a finger curling brings Scarlett to hover over your body, her plump lips dripping with your sweet arousal press to Lizzie's, the latter moans upon tasting you upon the other., "She did so good... Such a sweet little thing...," Scarlett coos as she pulls back to look down at you, her lips then peck your roughed up set.

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Lizzie ran a warm washcloth over your skin, fabrics that were once white now stained red, she admires the marks they'd left behind, lips gently press into her initials over your ribcage. When your unconscious body shivers she smiles, eyes continue their perusing of your body, taking in every new line etched into you. Thin, angry lines mark the skin over the column of your throat where her hand once was, previously squeezing the life out of you, the memory of you briefly flashes behind her eyelids, but she shakes the dizzying image from her mind before she gets all worked up again., "Our perfect little one, you look so pretty all marked up like this.," she whispers, but very reluctantly she layers ointment over the many marks littering your entire body so that they can properly begin to heal.

It's not like they can't just do it all again, if anything she's just repurposing their canvas...

"So, apparently the Russo's want all of us back on set tomorrow for a reshoot.," Scarlett chuckles in disbelief over the nimble fingers in her mouth that were working a string of floss through her teeth., "That's not happening.," Lizzie easily concludes, no amount of makeup will help to cover the damage they've done to you, and if either women were being honest they weren't exactly interested in sharing you just yet., "Yeah, I'll just tell them she fell ill, and she needed us.," Lizzie hums a silent agreement, then after sharing a minty fresh kiss with her girlfriend her eyes are back to your sleep fallen features.

Lizzie taps her fingers against your forehead, then your cheeks, repeating the soothing action until your eyes began to trace beneath the lids., "Sweetheart, open those beautiful eyes please.," and by the grace of some deity you managed to. "There you are, Scar and I need you to eat, and drink some water, then we can all sleep love.," She pulls your weakened body up and into her chest, you groan as your achey muscles are made to move, eyes struggling to remain open but when a granola bars laid to your lips you tiredly accepted the treat into your mouth.

"Good girl...," she coos, then she replaces the bar with a water bottle that you graciously accept., "Are you doing okay Y/N?" Lizzie anxiously awaits your answer, a residual fear settled in her gut telling her that soon enough you'll come to your senses and be screaming., "I'm always perfect with you two Lizzie." You reply, and it was the last thing she expected, she expected you to be repulsed, maybe hurt, but not content, even if Scar told her you'd be.

"Really?," the disbelief in her tone worried you, so with soft hands you cupped her cheeks, "Lizzie, I'm fine, I promise this was all okay.," you pressed a kiss to her cheek to aide your message along, then you whined once her lips touched to your sore pair, a soft dance taking place as you lazily made out with one another., "I love you Lizzie.," she smiled against your lips., "Oh sweet girl, I love you most.," and before you could rebut her asinine claim a throat clearing pulled the both of you apart.

Scarlett found the sight of you two perfect—domestic even, their once seemingly forbidden dreams were becoming their very reality, and she certainly was all for it., "It's my turn now!," she proclaims, Lizzie rolls her eyes, then she places a collection of kisses over the entirety of your face, your strained giggles making her reluctant to hand you over, but with a final peck to your lips she slips off to the bathroom.

Sitting on the edge of the bed you look to the blonde for instruction, an excitement fills the woman at your clear, obedient devotions., "Open up sweet one.," she instructs, then in a gentle manner she brushes your teeth for you, offering you a cup to spit into, then she settles behind you with a brush, slightly wetting the bristles before running it through the mess that became of your soft locks, you hum gratefully at the immense care being shown to you.

Scarlett moves around the room while you wait patiently for her next instruction., "Arms up.," An oversized T-shirt is thrown over your body, the layers of perfume settled deep within the fabric bring you a sense of comfort, you fall against the mattress with an exaggerated sigh, and the blonde looks down at you chuckling., "Make some room for me honey.," you scoot to the center of the mattress and reach up for her, and her heart absolutely soars at the clinginess.

"Goodnight little one.," Scarlett coos with a kiss to your cheek, your sleepy smile as you nuzzled even further into her nearly making her heart explode., "Night Scar... I love you...," she smiles "I love you too.," she watches the way the muscles in your face relax, and how your lips adorably pout as you fall into a deep slumber; she wishes for this to be a nightly occurrence., "We're keeping her.," Scarlett murmurs to her lover as she climbs into the space behind you., "Well yeah, that was never even a question.," Lizzie tiredly concurs, her arm protectively flying over you, and settling on Scar's hip.

"She's always been our little one, and now she'll never be able to forget again..."

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hello! would love to see widow, mercy, moira, and ashe reacting to their long lost female s/o who was brainwashed. thank you and stay safe!

Characters: Widowmaker, Ashe, Moira Form: Mix Warning: Character death (Ashe's part) Synopsis: After being together for quite some time, s/o disappears without leaving a trace, making their partner reacts Word Count: 2 377 A/n: Hey! I didn't include Mercy because I have done something similar and you can find it here I hope you'll like it for these characters tho! And for the anon that has requested this, sorry for the wait. The draft has been sitting for 3 years ;-; and I just had the motivation to finish it

Widowmaker

🕷️Her sudden disappearance did not concern her, at least, in the beginning

🕷️As time passes, she does get slightly worried but never will she ever admit or show it

🕷️She knows something is amiss when even Sombra can't tell her where she is

🕷️The pain and doubts never fade but she is trained to be a stone-cold killer, she is a fool to believe she could love again

🕷️The next time she meets her, she's in a reclused village in France.

🕷️The place where she met her for the first time and decided to spare her. To this day she still doesn't understand why she did it

She walks in the street, strolling down the path she used to take with her lover. It is only memories now, fading where it belongs, in a void deprived of any emotions. She hides her face with a scarf, her blue skin with gloves and not an inch of her body is visible. Only her face is. She stops in front of a church, next to it is a crèche. Her body halts for a millisecond, recognizing the face leaving the building right away.

She watches her go to the centre of the village, to the garden. She follows her from afar, just like a shadow looming in the dark, like the assassin she is.

She sats on a bench surrounded by children. She takes a book out of her bag, reads it to them and entertains them. A smile graces her face but it is quickly replaced by a frown.

'What is she doing here? After all this time, why is she suddenly appearing before her?'

"Watcha doing love?" This voice belongs to someone she personally knows and not in a good way. She curses internally for allowing herself to grow dull. She didn't notice them coming up nor did she expect Overwatch agents to be in such a small and calm city. Although as a Talon agent, she should be on her guard every time.

She inspects all of her options, weighing each one of them. Tracer shakes her head, pointing at the people posted behind her. "Nu-uh you're not escaping this time love. What are you doing here?" She stays calm, face stoic as she watches her fading into the distance, ushering the kids to go away. She scoffs, what else should she expect?

"This doesn't concern you-" she raises her eyebrows. "-and I am not here to cause trouble."

"I'm not believing in a lie, come on, what would a renowned Talon assassin be here, in a small town like that?" That is indeed a question she couldn't counter. If she did, she would show her weakness. She is surprised when someone links their arms with her own.

"Sorry, sorry. I was so caught up in my storytelling with the kids I forgot about my meeting with her." That is a voice she longed to hear, even if she denies it now. She surprised herself when she stays, arms still linked with hers.

"Uhm- are you sure about that?"

"Yes, you must have confused her with someone else. We'll be taking our leaves, sorry for bothering you." She drags her away under a confused-looking Tracer and a furious soldier. Once they are in a calmer area, she scratches the back of her head with a sheepish smile. A pink hue dusts her cheeks.

"Sorry, I don't know why I did this but you seemed quite uncomfortable in this situation and... It might be silly but it feels like I know you from somewhere." So she has forgotten about her. At least, she got out of this tricky situation thanks to her. Should she pursue their conversation? Mingling her with Talon once again? It is a selfish wish. She already had gone through this one time, why should she a second time?

"You must have made a mistake." And with that, she walks away. She doesn't expect her to block her way.

"Then how about I invite you to drink in a little café? That way, I could get to know you truly."

Ignorance is bliss, she shakes her head, convincing herself she wouldn't drag her one more time through this hell.

"I need to go," she says hastily, voice turning ice cold. If she stays any longer, she won't be able to say no to her. She stares at her form, deflated a bit but a grin on her face nonetheless.

"I'll see you around then Amé!" She almost whips her head around at the mention of her name but she knows better than to do so. It would make her hope, make them hope.

"Such a foolish girl," she mutters through an imperceptible smile.

She doesn't know why she chose this name. Maybe it was those scarce visions appearing before her. Maybe it was because of this little voice in her head repeating the same name, again and again. Once it does pass her lips, it feels natural to her.

Her first love was free and an experiment, the second time was a punishment. She wouldn't allow herself to love a third time. Who knows what unfathomable thing would happen to her? She already lost her memories and it was already enough.

Ashe

🧨she isn't worried when she disappears, not one bit

🧨they are used to living apart, without any info about the others for months

🧨she starts to have her doubts when even members of her gang don't know where she is. She tells her crew to keep an eye out for any info they could gather about her

🧨she curses herself when they don't find her after intensive searches

🧨she'll keep up her job as the boss of the Deadlock gang but she is worried about her s/o, BOB can tell it and soon, the members of the gang notice it too

🧨She doesn't expect her at all, in front of her, stopping to pull out another heist

Ashe always has a backup plan. She always expects something to go wrong during her mission, that’s why she is prepared for everything and anything. Although this time, she has to admit nothing could prepare her for this situation.

"What's all this about?" She shouts to know what is causing so much trouble to her men. They shout over each other and it becomes a mess to understand what they are trying to say. At some point, she became used to this.

Shots are being fired and she hears the sirens of the police. She reloads her rifle, whistling to get the attention of BOB. She takes a bag filled with loot but drops it when someone shoots at it.

"Boss... we have a problem," one of them mutters and she rolls her eyes.

"No shit."

They are surrounded by police officers and if she could see clearly, even some Overwatch agents. What on Earth are they doing here? She restrains herself to spit at the face of an old comrade.

"Of course, I had to find you here," she spat out with animosity laced in every word. He shrugs smugly, puffing out a cloud of smoke from his cigar. No one is shooting yet, but they all know it'll start soon.

"Don't blame me, Ashe, just trying to figure out why on Earth she joined us." He points at something behind her and she tilts her head to look at it. Her eyes widen before they are filled with anger. She throws herself at her, ready to punch her but she avoids her blow easily. Cassidy stares at them for a moment before leaving them alone. He'd better help his friends.

"So there you were, hiding all this time and working with the law, I should've known you were just like him!" She aims, shooting at her. She takes cover and the rain of bullets starts. "BOB, shoot!" He wakes up from his slumber, attacking all of his targets one after another. Those who escaped the first round of bullets are hit by successive waves of bullets until BOB had to reload. Ashe lets him take care of them while she pursues her once lover and partner in crime.

She finally catches up with her, taking her down with a bullet in the leg. She tumbles to the ground, her weapon falling from her hand. She stomps on it, glaring at her with her teeth gritting each other. She didn't expect her to cry when she finally faces her.

"Now why would you traitor want to cry? I should be the one upset right now, you betrayed us!" She doesn't struggle, she just keeps crying uncontrollably.

"I-I don't even k-know you-" she lifts her by grabbing her collar, staring at her right in the eyes.

"Tell me this once again, in the eyes." She keeps her eyes on her, tears flowing freely on her face.

"I don’t know you! I don't know who you are, yet-" she brings a hand to her face to wipe them to get a clear look at her. "-yet why am I crying over a stranger? Why is my heart hurting me in the worst way possible? Why is it that my chest hurt so much when I look at you?" She drops her to the ground, examining everything about her. It hurts her to admit that she doesn't lie. What has she gone through to not remember a single thing about her? After everything they have been through. Their heists together, planning them in the dead of the night when no one else was awake besides the two of them, their love...

"I can't recall a thing, but those feelings... Why won't they go away?! I am supposed to hate you, you're breaking the law but- why is this sentence haunting me everywhere I go? Why can't I remember anything else but this: 'Don't work with the law and always punish betrayal'" She walks away, taking her rifle in her hands.

"And I will. You betrayed us, you betrayed the Deadlock Gang... You betrayed me. I'm not gonna let this slide." There is only one way to get rid of this feeling. She turns around, ready to aim before she changes her decision. Although the pool of blood on the ground makes her aware of things she hasn't acknowledged yet.

"What?" She coughed blood and following her instincts, she placed her hands on her wound and put some pressure on it. Ashe rushes to her side, feelings clashing with her logic. Her eyes quickly scan her surrounding, falling on B.O.B.

"Damn it..." The shot came from him but it's too late anyways.

"I'm sorry... I can't remember your face and the things that we went through. If I could- I know I'd be more than sorry-" "Shut it. You have no right to apologize after disappearing like that!" Tears are flooding from s/o's eyes, smiling apologetically while her consciousness slowly slips away.

"I know but I feel like apologizing for all the unknown hurt I've caused you... Sorry, Ashe, for everything." Ashe grips her by the collar.

"Don't you dare die on me like this s/o!" B.O.B comes in, scooping Ashe away as the police officers finally caught up to them.

"Shoot at them!!" Ashe struggles against B.O.B's grip but he carries her away from her once lover. The last thing she sees was s/o lying on the ground, bleeding to her death.

Moira

🧪Moira doesn't even notice in the first few weeks, being busy with her experiments and field research

🧪Sombra being her coworker do tell her her s/o has been missing for a few weeks

🧪She's not going to search for her intensively, rather, she'll ask Sombra do to the search for her

🧪When she comes back empty-handed, she knows she's not going to have much luck with her search as well

🧪So she gives up on the search but will look out for any pieces of information related to her s/o. She asks Sombra as well to be on the lookout

🧪When she comes face to face with her, it's a rather interesting conversation that ensues

Moira rarely leaves the talon base. Whenever she does, it's to gather data for her research or to pick up test subjects. So for her to be outside the base at this hour of the day, it's rather a curious decision. News of s/o has been spreading. Thanks to Sombra's research, she has been seen around Talon's base. With no memories of her life. Moira doesn't fully believe those rumours, but they couldn't have appeared out of nowhere.

She has a book with her, to read while she sits in a cafe. Her mind on her book while her eyes scan the people walking in front of her. She doesn't try to be discreet, she doesn't care about people's judgement. She flips another page of her book and she raises one of her eyebrows when someone approaches her.

"Oh! I read this book not long ago, someone recommended it to me but I can't recall their name. How are you founding it so far?"

"Fascinating. Truly fascinating..." she mutters to herself as s/o stands in front of her. Seemingly not recalling she's the one who recommended this book to her.

"Right? Ah- sorry, I hope I did not interrupt your reading." Moira observes her every move and words. Anything that could hint why s/o doesn't recognize her. Amnesia, brain tumor, dementia? What could possibly cause this sudden memory loss?

"Of course, not. It is always more entertaining to discuss a book with someone else rather alone. Take a seat. Let's discuss further."

"Oh, alright." As the discussion progresses, Moira notes some elements. S/o doesn't remember much. She lost most of her memories. She started to keep her memories one month ago. That coincides with when she disappeared. For the moment, it makes sense.

She still has to figure out why it happened. Or how. She doesn't want to rush this. After all, it'll be suspicious for her if she keeps insisting on knowing her past. She's willing to expand the time of her experiment if it means she's going to have an answer in the end. How fascinating, truly.

"Today has been interesting. Would you like to meet up again?"

#overwatch x reader #widowmaker x reader #ashe x reader #moira x reader #ow writing #asked and answered #amélie lacroix x reader #elizabeth caledonia x reader #moira o'deorain x reader #amélie x reader #elizabeth x reader #overwatch mix

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natashaismylove · 2 years

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New house |E. Olsen

Summary: your sugar mommy bought you a house, and of course you guys had to get settled in by fucking against the giant windows.

Pairing: sugar mommy!Elizabeth x fem sugar baby!reader

Warnings: smut, cum filled strap-on, cunnilingus (r receiving), fingering, mommy kink, exhibition kink, spit kink, breeding kink, degrading, slight choking, dom/sub dynamics, dry humping. 18+ | minors DNI

Word count: 2281

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You walked around in aw as you looked through the house. Boxes and unplaced furniture were scattered around the floor, ready to be unpacked and placed in the correct spots. The big floor to ceiling windows gave great lightning into the living room that you couldn’t wait to furnish and decorate as soon as possible.

“You like it?” Elizabeth asked as she leaned against the doorframe.

You gave her a big smile and walked towards her. “I love it. So much, it’s amazing.”

She returned your smile, opening her arms for you to hug her. “I’m glad. My baby needed a new place to live so of course I’m gonna get her the best money can buy.”

You nuzzled your head into her neck. “Thank you. You really didn’t need to.”

“You’re my sugar baby, It’s my job to spoil you.”

You pulled away with a gentle smile. “Still. A house all for myself is a lot.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you don’t actually think I’m giving you a place to live on your own? No, baby, I’m staying right here with you. It’s our home.”

Your eyes widened. “Really? You’re gonna live here with me?”

She smiled and nodded, brushing some of your hair behind your ear. “Yup.”

You quickly wrapped your arms around her again, hugging her tightly as you let out a happy noise. “Yay!”

She chuckled, holding you against her. “Yeah? That makes you happy?”

You nodded against her. “Very happy.”

She kissed your head softly. “I’m glad.” she let go of you and started to walk backwards, slowly letting go of your hands. “Now, I’m gonna check out the pool, maybe suntan a little.”

You waved a quick goodbye before turning around to walk over to some of the boxes, picking up a box cutter and slicing it over the tape. You took out some of the plants and put them onto the ground, looking around to imagine the spots that they could stand.

After opening up a few more boxes you quickly grew bored and decided that it would be more fun to join Elizabeth outside rather than being in here. You found the box with your swimsuits and picked out a dark green bikini before hurrying to the bathroom to change. You checked yourself out in the mirror, making sure the items sat correctly before you walked out and through the house. You slid open the glass doors leading to the outside pool and saw Elizabeth lying on one of the sunbeds in her own bikini.

You started to walk over to join her when you came up with an idea. A smirk played at your lips as you reached her, standing over her while you made sure she didn’t realise you were there. You put one of your knees on the bed next to her before moving to sit down on her lap, straddling her. You moved your hips back and forth, grinding on her as she let out a groan, placing her hands on your waist.

“Hey there.” she took off her sunglasses and squinted up at you as the sun hit her eyes. “What’s all this for?”

You steadied yourself by placing your hands on her shoulders, moving your hips in circles. “Nothing.”

Her hands travelled down your waist and to your ass, squeezing gently. “You were just feeling needy?”

You nodded, humming in reply. “Mhm.”

She chuckled, giving your ass a quick slap. “Well then.” she sat up, wrapping her arms around your waist before moving around, lying you down onto your back on the bed. She kissed your neck, getting a soft moan out of you as she moved down your body. She placed kisses on your chest and cleavage and down your stomach before settling between your legs, nibbling on the insides of your thighs.

Your back arched a little as she sucked on the skin, leaving behind marks just like she did each time. You felt her fingers hook in the bottoms of your bikini before she dragged them down your legs, discarding them next to you guys as she placed her arms around your thighs to hold you still. She playfully bit your thigh as she looked up at you, teasing you a little as you waited, not very patient.

“What? Need something?” she raised an eyebrow with a smirk.

You bucked your hips, trying to signal what you wanted.

“Use your words like a big girl. Now, do you need something?”

You huffed and looked away with a pout, determined to stay stubborn.

A quick slap landed onto your butt cheek, a wince leaving your lips as you looked down at Elizabeth. She gave you a glare, gripping your thighs a little harder. “No being bratty. Tell mommy what you need or you don’t get anything at all.”

You bit your bottom lip and sighed, giving in way too easily. “Please go down on me.”

She smiled up at you. “There we go.”

She leaned down, giving your clit a quick lick before moving her tongue down to your hole. She circled it before slipping her tongue inside, moving it against your walls. You breathed out as you looked at her, watching as she licked back up before moving away enough to let her spit fall onto your clit. You moaned at the action and felt your stomach flutter at the smirk she gave you as she leaned back down.

You let your head fall back as she kept going, licking your clit and sucking gently until your eyes rolled back into your head. You moved your hand down and laced your fingers into her hair as you moved your hips against her face.

“Fuck…” you whispered and bit your lip.

Her tongue swirled around your clit before she brought her fingers up to your hole, pushing them in while focusing on your blissful face. She let her fingers work your g-spot while she kept her mouth on you, knowing all your spots and the ways to bring you to your climax in only minutes.

“Is someone getting close?” she said before putting her mouth back on your pussy.

“Yes- fuck, so close…”

Your hips were moving on their own, practically riding her face as she kept eating you out. Your stomach tightened and you knew you were about to cum, your hand tugging on Lizzie’s hair as you let out high pitched moans.

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum~ fuck yes!” you squealed, gasping as your orgasm hit and a shudder flowing through your body. You moaned as she helped you through your high, easing you down as you tried to catch your breath.

You exhaled heavily as she let go of your thighs, standing up before leaning over you. She put her arms around your waist and hoisted you up as you let out a surprised noise and wrapped your legs around her waist. She carried you inside and into the living room, setting you down onto the couch before she stood back up.

“Wait right here, don’t move.” she stated before walking away.

You crossed your legs as you were in the window's view, a little nervous that someone might walk past, even with the property being very private. You turned your head as Elizabeth walked back in, looking her up and down and biting your lip as you saw the strap-on around her waist. You stood up and met her in the middle of the room, her hand cupped your face and pulled you into a kiss as you wrapped your arms around her shoulders.

You let out a moan against her lips and deepened the kiss as you let your tongue slip into her mouth. Her hands trailed down your back and settled behind your thighs before she lifted you back up, your legs wrapping around her once more as she started to walk forward.

“What are you doing…” you mumbled against her lips as she kept kissing you.

You felt your back meet the cold window and a small gasp left you. “Liz-”

“Shut up.” she lightly nibbled on your bottom lip before her hand found the back of your bikini. With one hand she unclasped it and dragged the straps down your arms before she threw the item behind her.

You held onto her tightly, pressing your chest against hers as you nervously looked at her. “Someone could see-”

“I don’t care.” she smirked before placing the cock against your hole, pushing you down so it fully entered you with a moan. “If someone sees then so be it, I don’t have anything against people seeing who owns you.”

“Holy fuck…” you whispered.

Her hands lifted you up, letting the strap slide almost completely out of you before she dropped you back down. You clung to her like a koala as she fucked you against the window, her not caring in the slightest about the possible spotting from neighbours.

“Oh my god, yes~” you moaned into her ear, nearly whimpering at the groan she let out.

“You like being mommy’s little cum slut?” she grunted.

“Yes, I love it~”

“You just wanna be fucked and cummed in, don’t you? You wanna be bred like the whore you are. Mommy’s good little whore, that’s what you are, baby.” she spoke out of breath, continuing to lift you up and down her cock.

“Mommy~”

Her hands gripped your ass, her nails digging into your skin as she fucked up into you. “No one can fuck you like mommy, you got it? No one gets to touch this pretty little pussy but me.”

“You own me!” you moaned as you fisted her hair with one hand.

“That’s right. You’re mine to use and I’ll make sure you’re properly fucked in every inch of this house. I’m gonna take you every morning in the kitchen, your tight pussy on display for me as you lie on the kitchen counter, waiting for my cock to fill up your holes.” she spoke into your ear, a shiver running down your spine at her words.

“Please-”

“You want that? You wanna be mommy’s little whore at all times? Maybe I’ll have to get you a nice collar that says just what you are, a needy little slut for mommy.”

“I’m cumming!” you whined and clung to her, your face hidden in her neck as you clenched around the strap, your mouth wide open as you came.

“That’s a good girl, just like that.” she praised into your ear, not slowing down as she fucked you through your orgasm. “You can give me one more.”

You whimpered, breathing out shakily as you nodded against her. She carefully sat you down on the floor before turning you around, pressing your front against the window. You put your palms against the glass as Elizabeth thrusted back into you, the front of her thighs slapping against the backs of yours. You leaned your forehead on the window as she fucked you from behind, the coldness of the glass cooled you down just enough.

“Imagine someone’s looking right now, watching as you get your little hole fucked by me. Imagine how jealous they would be of me, how I’m the one who gets to fuck you.”

“Oh god!”

She ran her nails down your back, creating scratch marks before gripping your hips, moving you back onto her cock. The sound of skin slapping together echoed through the nearly empty room, your desperate whines and moans was like music to Elizabeth’s ears.

“You want me to fill you up with cum? You wanna be a little leaking whore for me, your pussy all stuffed till it spills back out?” she whispered into your ear.

“Oh please- fuck your cum into me!” you moaned, the glass in front of your face fogging up from your breaths.

“Cum, baby. Make a mess on my cock before I turn you into a little cum slut.”

Your eyes shut, your teeth on your bottom lip almost made it bleed from how hard you were biting it. Your moans grew louder as you were about to finish, the same stomach tightening happening once more before you found your release. Elizabeth reached down and squeezed the cock, spilling the fake cum into you as her other hand wrapped around your neck and tilted your head back onto her shoulder as you came, her fingers squeezing your throat and the cum inside of you only made your orgasm more intense.

You breathed heavily as she pulled out of you, turning you back around before you were pushed onto your knees. She held your hair back and pushed her cock against your face. “Open your mouth and clean it.” she ordered.

You gave her a nod, your mouth opening up to take the cock inside, licking the cum off until it was clean. She pulled the cock out and smiled down at you, helping you up before wiping away some tears that had run down your cheeks.

“Such a good baby for me. You know what? How about we take a nice little trip while we get someone to unpack our stuff. Does Spain sound ok?” she smiled, her head tilting a little.

You gave a small giggle, nuzzling your head into her neck. “Yes please.”

A/N: I created a taglist today so if you'd like to be added to it then go here

taglist: @carnagewidow @aflopmop @shayzulia @honeybeevenable-mckenna @thenazwife @romanovaxnat

#Elizabeth #Elizabeth x reader #Elizabeth Olsen smut #Elizabeth Olsen x reader #Elizabeth Olsen #Elizabeth x you #Elizabeth Olsen fic #Elizabeth Olsen imagine #Elizabeth Olsen x female reader #Elizabeth Olsen x you #marvel #avengers #Elizabeth smut #smut #Elizabeth Olsen oneshot #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff smut #wanda smut #wanda maximoff x reader

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abbyromanoff · 1 year

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🥰 with Elizabeth Olsen

You Are Loved…

Pairings: Elizabeth Olsen x reader

Word count: 613 (Drabble)

Warnings: fluff, angst, comfort, sad!R, that’s really it

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

Lizzie had always had a way of showing her love. Whether it was when she’d give you flowers after a long day, set you a bath when you were stressed, or hold and comfort you even when you tried to deny that you needed it.

“Sweetheart, I’m home!” Lizzie was instantly greeted by the strong smell of one of her favorite foods, Lasagna. She had never been a big fan of the meal until you made it, God how you perfected it she didn’t know. She placed her jacket on the coat rack and found her way behind you, setting down the small bouquet of flowers and wrapping her arms around your waist. She breathed in your scent, her body instantly relaxing at the familiar smell that brought her warmth. Your eyes caught sight of the flowers as you interlaced your hands with hers, smiling to yourself as you realized she once again had thought of you.

“Babe, you know you don’t always have to get me flowers when we have an argument, right?” She nodded, her eyes heavy as she just wanted to go to sleep with her love.

“Mm, I know. But, I like to.” You chuckled and pulled the Lasagna out of the oven, she was home just in time.

“Keep ‘em closed for me. Okay, and, open them.” She removed her hands that were blocking your eyesight and smiled nervously to herself. She knew you had been struggling lately, your work putting an immense amount of stress on you that you forgot to manage. You felt horrible, you had kept taking it out on her only because she was right there, and you never knew how to apologize. But she knew you didn’t mean it and that you would work on it together, just like you always do.

“Oh, Lizzie, I love it. Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” You turned to face her, jumping into her arms for a tight hug. She held you closely and kissed your cheek, letting her lips linger for a moment too long.

“Of course, my love. You know I’d anything for you.”

“I can’t do this anymore, it’s all just too much.” Lizzie hugged you in her arms as you cried your eyes out. Your best friend of nearly seventeen years had just left you for a man she met three weeks ago. She threw everything away for someone who had already cheated on her multiple times.

“I know, baby, I know. I’ve got you, okay? I know it’s hard right now but I promise you, it will all be okay. Everything happens for a reason, and maybe this was nature’s way of showing that you needed to lose her to love you. You didn’t deserve her, my love, you gave and gave only for her to take and take. You deserved so much better, I’m so sorry.” She didn’t let go of you that entire night, keeping you in her arms as you cried until you couldn’t anymore. You passed out in her hold, and she teared up at the thought of seeing you hurt. You were so sweet, so amazing, how could anyone ever even think about hurting you? She could never know, but all she did know was that she’d make sure to never hurt you. She hoped to marry you one day, to spend the rest of her life showing you her love. And she would, the ring hiding in her bedside table was all the proof she needed. She didn’t need to say it for you to know you were loved deeply, and you only hoped that she’d never stop loving you as you would her.

#elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x female reader #Elizabeth x reader #Elizabeth Olsen comfort #Elizabeth Olsen x reader comfort #Elizabeth Olsen x gn!reader #Elizabeth Olsen x gender neutral reader #Elizabeth Olsen x fem!reader #Elizabeth Olsen fluff #Elizabeth Olsen angst #Elizabeth Olsen x reader fluff #Elizabeth Olsen x reader angst

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writers-reach · 2 months

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Could I request general fluffy relationship hcs for Marie, Margaret and Elizabeth?

persona 3, 4: fluffy headcanons! (marie, margaret, & elizabeth)

notes: spoilers for the ending of persona 4 golden

marie

writes you poems, ofc, but.... it takes a while to share them with you. she eventually does share them, though!

likes quiet dates in the privacy of your home or the velvet room, if nobody's around (which is a very, very rare occurance). likes the quiet and likes being able to cuddle up to your side without anybody seeing or judging

will absolutely control the weather for you (it's canon we see her make it sunny all golden week for yu's visit)! you wanna go to the beach or do something outdoors? sunny! want a nice, cosy movie night? soft rain!

she tones down the tsundere a bit, but still does that quick ramble of insults. this time around, however, the "insults" are more like "sillygoofycutestthingeverihopeyougetagoodnight'srest" instead of like. telling you to die.

margaret

oh girl has no idea what she's doing but tries so, so hard to make it seem like it

flirts by reading your fortune via tarot cards. somehow the upright lovers is always pulled and she's like "oooh what could that mean. mysterious..." as if she isn't being super obvious (thankfully you find it cute)

i think she'd read the grimoire to you to help fall asleep? she's just got a nice voice

she's very much not used to romance but is the type to read up on it and insist on doing stereotypical human dates (much like her brother theo, which she would never outwardly admit)

elizabeth

she's so silly. the silly meter goes up tenfold when you're around. it makes you smile, and she loves your smile, so she'll keep doing it to make you happy!!

i have this image of taking her to one of those movie theatres with an arcade in them, where after watching a movie she begged to see, you spend hours in the arcade. she spends 90% of her time trying to win you a prize from the claw machine. she fails.

she's absolutely killer at skeeball though. she accidentally broke the machine, though, so... :/

more touchy than her siblings, probably the most clingy, too. holding your arm, hugging your shoulders, placing her chin on your head, stuff like that.

100% whines when it's time for you two to part ways and tries to get you to stay.

"ah, y/n, do not go just yet! for... look at what i can do!" (cue puppy dog eyes) "are they working? are you sufficiently persuaded?"

a/n: hope u like them!!! i tried my best hehe

#marie persona 4 x reader #marie x reader #margaret persona 4 x reader #margaret x reader #elizabeth persona 3 x reader #elizabeth x reader #persona 4 x reader #persona 3 x reader #persona x reader #x reader

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frickingnerd · 2 months

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what is jealousy?

pairing: elizabeth x gn!reader

summary: your girlfriend gets jealous for the first time

elizabeth had been on a date at paulownia mall, when you ran into some friends from the dorms. as you talked to them, your girlfriend quietly stood next to you and while she was smiling as the conversation started, by the time your friends had left, she was glaring at them.

“elizabeth… are you jealous?”

you joked and chuckled softly, as you noticed the look on your girlfriend's face. but instead of joining you and laughing about it, elizabeth replied seriously.

“i'm not jealous! i don't even know what jealousy is”

you began to laugh softly, thinking your girlfriend was just making a joke. but when she didn't laugh along you, you suddenly stopped.

“w-wait… you're not joking?” you asked, your eyes widening. “i– you really don't know what it means to be jealous…?”

elizabeth softly shook her head.

“you've taught me all about the escalators and fountains, but i think you forgot teaching me about jealousy…”

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narrators-journal · 1 month

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Elizabeth (P3) giving male reader a handjob please after she catches him in the act

I just kinda had fun with this, lol. I love writing for persona 3, and I had fun making a potentially bisexual reader hehehehe. Tho, I am kinda rusty with the smut, but I tried to polish it up a lil bit. Give it a bit more oomf to some parts, and I hope it’s good! At least a bit amusing at a bare minimum.

CW: Masturbation, handjobs, being walked in on, that should be it~

While the SEES’ dormitory was large and spacious, decked out with all of the technology and room you and your team mates would need to train or hunt the shadows in the dark hour, it didn’t really feel like the most private of places. Or, more specifically, it didn’t feel like you had many opportunities for pure privacy.

Which, wasn’t an issue of the dormitory building, and more an issue with the demands of being a member of the SEES on top of school work and socializing. Which, left little room for personal time.

Meaning, if anyone wanted to, say, scratch a more carnal itch, scheduling such a meet up could be...complicated to do. But, you were determined to get some sexual relief. Even if you had to chug a redbull to stay up through the daylight hours. After all, the hours after school, but before the night hours and the dark hour, were often used for the SEES to sleep and get a shred of rest before they would go into Tartarus.

So, you took advantage of that small window of time, even if it cost you the price of a Mad Bull. All you had to do was wait until your team members had at least settled into their rooms, your dorm neighbor, an adorably androgynous boy named Minato, was heard leaving to go out, and seize the opportunity.

With a muted video on your phone, your other hand slipped into your pajama bottoms, and your mind ready to replace the actress you watched, with a genderbent imagining of Minato, or maybe Yukari...really, you didn’t quite care. A lot of your team mates were hot, so you weren’t picky with your fantasy subject.

Your focus was more on the pleasurable friction of your palm against your stiffened dick and fantasies of being ridden, blown, or stroked. At least, until your bedroom door about burst open and snapped you out of your imaginary hook up with a hot, female Minato. Instead, your attention was yanked over to the doorway. Where, with no care for having rudely barged into someone’s dorm room, was an average height woman, who simply seemed confused at the sight of you in your bed. “Oh. I must have chosen the wrong room.” The woman said in a matter-of-fact tone. As if she hadn’t walked in on you with your dick in your hand and a muted porno playing on your phone. “U-uh, yeah I-I-I think so.” You agreed, feeling heat begin to crawl into your face as you and the woman stared at one another for a long, painfully awkward moment.

She was definitely cute, at least. With short, snow-colored hair, golden eyes that were the first thing about her to catch your eye, and an odd blue dress. Her style was definitely eccentric, but she still managed to look cute in her outfit. “Do you know where Minato Arisato stays, by chance? I have a request for him.” She said, her voice enough to snap you out of your musings before they turned back towards your previous lewd train of thought. “Huh? Oh, um...Minato’s room is next door. The last door on this side of the hallway. B-but I think he went out with some of his friends.” You explained, which earned a hum from the woman as she seemed to chew on your words for a moment before she spoke, “I figured he would’ve been asleep after the dark hour. Do humans not require that much sleep?” She asked you, and that time, it was your turn to stare at her. Humans? Is she not- well, actually, it’s pretty obvious she’s not human. Is she a robot like Aigis then?You asked yourself, giving her another once over to look for any joints or cloth body parts that might not be hidden by her clothing, but she seemed entirely flesh. She can’t be a shadow...what the hell is she? How does she know Minato?

But, that was a question for the wildcard later. At that moment, you had to answer her, or-

When did she get next to my fucking bed?!You thought, finally able to register that the white-haired woman had moved from the doorway of your dorm room to instead stand by your bed. “In fact, you’re human, correct? Are you not tired? Or was my master wrong about his estimation of when the dark hour starts in the human realm?” She asked. And while you stammered and stumbled over your attempts to explain yourself, her bright eyes drifted down to your phone, and your erection.

If only the bed you laid in would swallow you up… “What are you doing to yourself?” She asked, as if she couldn’t feel the heat that radiated off of you like your skin was now a stove top. “U-um! Nothing! J-just, something I do to...get to sleep?” You explained, your words strangled with your humiliation, but the woman didn’t seem to notice that. “Oh, interesting method, my studies haven’t mentioned it before. May I observe?” She was definitely as blunt as Aigis was. Though… An evil little voice whispered in your head, If she’s really curious… “Uh, if you’d like to learn about it...maybe you would learn better by giving it a shot yourself.” You offered, and watched as the woman debated your offer, the curiosity visible in her eyes as it fought her sense of duty until it won. “I suppose, if my wildcard isn’t here, I have some time to learn some more things.” She said, and you gave her a smile as you took her hand to replace yours with it.

The feeling of her gloves against the sensitive skin of your cock was a bit odd, but wasn’t a turn-off or anything. So, you slowly moved her hand up and down as you explained, “Keep a firm grip, just like that, and move your hand up and down the length.” She nodded as she watched you move her hand until you let her go and let her take over. From there, she took over the movements.

She was slow, but her grip was tight enough to send sparks and warmth through your blood. Enough to earn a low moan as you let your porno fall to the wayside in favor of the real life thrill of the hand job. “Are you hurting? Am I doing this wrong?” The woman asked, but you shook your head, “Feels good, just...speed up a bit.” You advised, and she nodded, moving her hand a bit faster along your length. A shudder soon followed the increase in friction as the spring in your gut tightened up like a warning shot, and your head swam with a dizzying burst of pleasure that drew out another moan from you.

That pleasure fed by the steady, slow friction of the odd woman’s gloved hand as she stroked your cock as it twitched against her palm. Not that the twitching and your moans stopped her, as she knew the noises weren’t from pain or displeasure. So, she continued the movement of her hand until you began to squirm and pant before, finally, the spring in your belly tightened one last time and your cock twitched. The heat in your skin escalated until hot, thick cream spewed from you. The fluid allowed to splatter all over your new companions gloved hand. Your body left to melt into your bed. “Oh, I get it now. You exhaust yourself by orgasming.” the white-haired woman mused as she watched you on your bed as you did your best to catch your breath. The hot pulses of pleasure awash on your skin, your energy sapped, until all you could really do was give a nod at her words as she continued. “Well, I should go wait for my wildcard now so that I can make my request. Goodbye, sir.” She said, but you mustered the energy to grab her dress before she could turn to leave, “Hey, hold on. I-I didn’t even get your name.” You said, not that it really matters at this point...woops. “Oh, you’re right. How rude of me, my name is Elizabeth, hello.” Elizabeth said simply, unphased by what she’d just done, or not knowing your name in return. She left your room, the door finally shut behind her.

Did she know all along what I was doing? What a weird lady…

#Elizabeth x reader #Persona 3 #persona #x reader #Elizabeth #male!reader #elizabeth x male!reader #not sfw #spicy #lemon #scenario #ask #minors do not interact #mdni

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blueflameart · 2 years

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Soul eater

Soul

Dating Steins kid HC

Maka

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Death the kid

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Black ☆ star

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Crona

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Spirit

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Tsubaki

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Stein

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Elizabeth

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#soul evans x reader #soul eater x reader #soul eater #maka albarn x reader #death the kid x reader #blackstar x reader #tsubaki x reader #crona x reader #elizabeth x reader #stein x reader

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z0-ne · 2 years

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Dove (Seven deadly Sins X Nonbinary Reader!)

If you think you've seen this before, it's because you have! Just slightly edited to fix old errors!

The same things over and over again

Anger.

Sorrow.

Then, a sudden feeling of emptiness.

All those emotions surrounded your just a few years ago when making attempts to make sense of your past, the life before the human world and what could have come before it.

Now it only seems like they come up every now and then when remembering the little things you once did before exile, so when questions were asked about where you were before now all you could do was tell your truth. That or keep your mouth shut.

Which was nothing.

From your memory you've always worked here after that accident, and you didn't expect that to change nor did you really want all of this to suddenly change.

You liked this life a lot more, and that was because it was peaceful and free of a lot of issues. Stress of saving millions and even your own team from monsters and sometimes eachother.

Although you know of one person before all of this, but they never liked being mentioned so you stray away from referring to them.

You've always tried to tell the truth, and you couldn't mentally help but do so for some strange unknown reason. It was like you had been accustomed to only lie if it meant you'd die.

You uncrossed your arms from over your chest and sat up from the way you previously sat. Rubbing your eyes and looking around, wondering just when you fell asleep.

Either way it didn't matter at all now, and that because now you had other things to focus on and that was your job, your new life filled with your friends.

"Hey! (Y/N)! Come on we've got two more people coming in who need tables!"

You could hear the voice of the man you happily worked with and could feel the sides of your mouth pulling into a gentle smile as you stood straight up.

Your break was over anyway, so him calling you didn't surprise you all to much right now.

Regaining your posture and track of thought, you answered him as you hurried out the door, quickly fiixng your attire and stretching your bones.

"I'm on it Meliodis!"

You exclaimed with a smile as you made your way to the door, and greeted the people who entered the boar hat tavern with a smile.

They wasted no time following you to the table and giving their orders, and as usual it was just booze.

It was a Tavern after all.

You walked over to Meliodis and explained their orders to him in which he started to get to work.

Filling the cups to the brim with the booze they loved to drink so much, and watching the soft colored foam rise slightly over the cup and drip down its side.

Meliodis passed the wooden cups over to you with a smile and began to fill the cups of others who asked. It seemed like he loved the job as much as you did.

While serving the men their booze you soon heard the sound of plates clattering against a wooden surface, and your body went cold as you only knew what that meant.

Turning you could see Meliodis staring with a smile as the men who must've asked slowly lifted their forks filled with "Meat pie" to their mouths.

Those poor souls, and you weren't even sure if he actually had meat in that pie.

You weren't even sure if it was edible.

"Wait don't eat that-"

Unfortunately before you could stop them, the "Meat" Pie was already in their mouth and the awful flavors soon consumed their taste buds. You flinched your hand back at the sound of the glass hitting the floor.

Soon enough it ended up back on the floor, and the men were anything but happy.

"HEY WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?"

"IT WAS DISGUSTING!"

In responds to their complaints Meliodis just shrugged and held a care-free expression amongst his face as he responded.

He wasn't even phased by their insults to his cooking, or the fact that he shouldn't have even tried to give his customers food poisioning.

"Hey you asked, and I never said it would be good." This caused more yelling, and so you sighed.

Now it was all left upon you to fix the situation at hand.

Walking over to the loud table, your heels (No matter the gender, they all basically wore heels at one point) clinking against the floor, and the room was still loud.

Holding onto the now empty pan you looked at the men with a sympathetic glance, regardless of how bad the food was they were still gonna have to pay for it.

"Listen, I apologize for the horrendous food and I'll make you new plates on me but you are still required to pay for this"

"LIKE HELL WE WILL!"

You sighed in defeat and looked at Meliodis for assistance.

To this he nodded and moved his hand up, and reached for his sword that was held tightly onto his back.

"Well in that case you're not leaving"

When the men caught glimpse of his sword, the fear in their eyes were obvious and you smiled sarcastically as you asked them a simple question.

"So would you like me to cook instead?"

"Y-Yeah, and we'll totally pay"

"Great! Now let's get this cleaned up!"

Now satisfied with the answer you were given, you reached your hand in the air and snapped your fingers, a small satisfyed smile plastered upon your face.

Soon enough there were quick little clicking sounds of things that only sounded like heels or even hooves hitting the floor.

Then a small, round and pink figure appeared before everyone's eyes.

"I am Sir Hawks! The order of scraps disposal!"

"Hey Hawks! There's some scraps here for ya!"

You explained as you looked up to see the shocked faces upon the faces of the various customers who entered a few moments ago.

"A talking pig?!"

Before Hawks could answer you interrupted, and explained the truth.

"Actually, this is Hawks. Our captain of scraps disposal."

You said as you gently laid your hand upon his head and guided it along his back. Gentle stokes soothed the small animal.

"It's like you love the bacon more than me."

Meliodas commented, to which you ignored completely as you happily patted Hawks back further proving his original point and making him look at hawk with the intention of picking on the poor thing.

"Hey have you heard of the rusted night?"

"Yeah, apparently its one of the seven deadly sins who got spotted. Now the holy nights are after em"

Hearing that immediately caught Meliodis and your attention, it was obvious by the way you two exchanged glances.

"Don't you Idiots know its just a myth for parents who wanna scare their kids into behaving?"

'Could it really be him?'

You thought to yourself, the only man you could remember. Coming back so soon? Getting himself into so much trouble? That doesn't truly sound like him.

Then, thats when it suddenly happened. The sound of armor clanking against floors, and bambing amongst the door until it burst open and there was a large suit of armor.

The screams of panic as the door flung open and people began to fled the Tavern.

While you and Meliodis just stood there. Relaxing your eyes in disappointment, but also in relief because it wasn't who you thought it was.

You put your hands on your hips and waited for the imposter to anything except stand there starring at the two of you.

"That's not him Boss"

The power that person held was far to low to even compare to his. Still felt strange and familiar.

You watched as the armor fell to the ground with a huge thud and the top of the armor rolled off only to stop at your feet.

Crouching down you picked it up and stared at it for a bit.

'It's not even his armor.'

You thought to yourself as you sat it down gently on the table beside you, and you walked over to meet Meliodis beside the person who was accused of being a seven deadly sin.

Instead it was a girl with Silver hair, pale skin, one side of her bangs covered her eye and she had small earrings that looked like gears were inside of them.

This girl was very pretty.

You stripped her of her armor, and it was revealed that she had a black body suit underneath it.

Instead of Meliodis or Hawk, it was you Who brought her to a spare room and laid her down.

Pulling up a chair and a bucket of water from downstairs, you grabbed a rag off the table and turn so it could be soaked it in the warm water. Before pulling it u and wringing it out.

Then just before resting it on top of her head you turned to see Meliodis's hand laid gently upon the girls bossum.

"You pervert!"

Hawk said as you simply glared.

Meliodis and his perverted ways weren't knew but they weren't tolerated by you either.

You snapped your fingers, and a spear appeared. So you pointed it in the direction you required it to go, and managed to peirce Meliodis to the wall by the back of his shirt.

Then you turned and rung out the rag before setting it onto of the girls head, and soon after you did so you sat back and closed your eyes to wait until she woke up to do anything else.

"U-Um, excuse me? Where am I?"

A slightly high-pitched, yet gentle sounding voice called out confusedly as the sound of the bed creaking from slight movement could be heard.

You opened your eyes and sat up to face her.

"So, you're awake? Good to know, and this is the boar hat Tavern. I work here with my boss."

You said pointing over at Meliodis as he kept making gropping motions to her with a smirk and a raising of his eyebrows. You grabbed the closest thing to you and slung it at him.

Honestly, saying you worked for him was embarrassing sometimes.

"Please ignore him for now. Anyway, you passed out earlier so I'm gonna have to check your heartbeat if you don't mind"

Once she nodded and answered with an "O-oh I don't mind at all, Thank you" You simply nodded in return and sat a firm hand behind her back.

"Breath in and out for me"

She did just as instructed, and once you sat a hand to her chest you noticed her face get a little red.

"Don't worry, this is just to make sure you have no medical issues"

You could tell by her arms relaxing she calmed her nerves, and once again you gently instructed her to break in and out.

"You took a pretty hard fall, and you were out for a long time."

Her heart rate was perfectly fine, she must've just been tired. So you stood up and snapped your fingers, while allowed the arrow that help Meliodis up to disappear.

"Alright! Now that I'm down let's get you some grub and you can explain everything to us!"

Since you had no issue with that you simply nodded with a bit of commentary before heading out.

"Listen, With all do respect. I'll do the cooking."

"Alright that's fair, so go ahead (Y/N)"

Meliodis wasn't really the type to argue people down when it came to doing certain things, and that meant when you offered to do something he usually wouldn't deny your help.

This is often why you ended up doing a lot of things Hawk offered to do without really wanting to do it.

Though you didn't mind it.

Just like you didn't mind cooking for a girl sitting in front of you right now, and hawk didn't mind either.

It was your cooking that was perferred over Meliodis's cooking anyway, but since you ended up doing the waiting and cleaning Meliodas didn't want you cooking too.

"So what are you doing here with that old armor anyway?"

You overheard Meliodis ask, and while you were curious as well you didn't want to immediately ask the girl things before getting her name.

So you rolled up a piece of paper and lightly tapped to top of Meliodis's head with it, and you sat the warm plate of food infront of the girl.

"Hey, at least ask for her name first boss."

You said as you pushed hawk away from drooling over her plate.

"O-Oh no it's fine and thank you. I'm Elizabeth, and I'm here on a personal quest to find the seven deadly sins and Angel dove!"

After speaking she took a bite out of the food and hummed in delight.

With that being said you were more intrigued about the situation at hand, and you had questions to ask her.

Still, you stayed silent and exchanged a quick glance with Meliodis before looking back at the girl now known as Elizabeth.

"Why would you do That? Those guys have been missing for years and even if you did find them I hear that their seriously bad news."

Before anyone could utter another word there were heavy knocks upon the locked door of the tavern, and soon after a voice was heard. As curious as you were to what she wanted with them that knocking was familiar

"Open up! The villagers told us you were in there, and we are the order of the bearded cats serving under the holy knights!"

"Rusted knight, member of the seven deadly sins come out! Do so peacefully!"

The entire thing was making sense, so the reason they were hear was possibly because of a villager reporting Elizabeth.

A simple misconception, but it wasn't anything to get upset over.

"Wonder whats going on with everyone today?"

Meliodis said, and still seeming extremely calm and unmotivated to give an actual reaction to anything going on so far.

"Holy knights.."

Elizabeth on the other hand seemed frightened by the mention of holy knights, so it was only obvious that something must've happened. You mentally cursed at the name, knowing just how they can be.

Which is why you were helping her.

While Meliodis and Hawk distracted the ones working for the holy knights, you and Elizabeth would run away with what little time you had before they caught on.

"HEY GET OUT HERE"

An annoying sounding voice called out, and it sounded like an attempt to scare you all into telling them where the one they were looking for was.

It only seemed to work on Elizabeth, who stopped in her tracks and caused you to have to do that same so you could show her out.

"Come on Elizabeth, don't freeze up like that or they'll find us"

You warned and she nodded in response.

You could still hear the conversation as you were ushering her out the back door of the tavern.

"Yeah? What's up?"

"Who are you little kid?!"

"Well I'm the owner of this place"

"The wondering rust knight is here so you'd better call him out!"

An aggravated sigh was let out by Meliodis.

"You'd better come out"

Once again little hooves, this time followed by the sound of metal clanking together got further from you and Elizabeth as hawk approached the door.

"Oh ho ho, I am sir hawk, the rusty knight!"

"This pig is one of the seven deadly sins?"

"Well of course its not!"

"How about a little respect, I'm the captain of the order of scraps disposal!"

"There is no such order!"

"If this pigs what your after you can grill him if you want."

"Gimme a break! Will ya!"

With that being said you finally got Elizabeth out the back door and onto the hill outside, but when you overheard someone you turned to see Meliodis being lifted by one of the knights.

"Listen here you little punk nobody gets away with making fun of knights like this!"

You were convinced that Meliodis would be fine on his own for a bit so you didn't say anything and kept telling Elizabeth to run.

"Come on, he'll be fine I promise"

So with those words you both began to ran.

"Look that person is running away with that girl!"

'Damn, that's not good'

You thought to yourself as you kept running with Elizabeth, and hoped you two would be fast enough without getting caught by anyone else.

"We have to inform sir twiggle! She must be the wandering rust knight and that person must be her acquaintance!"

"Get her!"

One knight yelled and the others soon followed, from what you could put together the one making assumptions was their leader.

Now you and Elizabeth were on the run from those knights, and Elizabeth managed to trip over a few branches.

While helping her to her feet you noticed some were getting knocked a few inches away from you both, and you noticed who it was by the voice.

"I'm not letting you get away!"

Hawk bought you two enough time and you managed to get Elizabeth back to her feet so you two could keep running, only to be brought to a cliff where one was gaining up to you.

"No you leave me alone!"

He seemed to fear hawk, and the thought of someone who claimed to be such a brave knight being afraid of such a small piglet made you giggle.

So when you two manged to dodge the cliff, you picked Elizabeth up and jumped into a nearby tree beside Meliodis.

"Hey boss"

"Hey (Y/N)"

"I don't know how I could ever thank you for saving me, not just once but two times?"

Meliodis must've caught her off guard just like he did to you when he groped her bossum in his hand, so while staring at him with a blank expression you kicked him out the tree.

"Dirty pervert."

"So why are you looking for the seven deadly sins?"

Meliodis asked, now standing beside Elizabeth with dirt on top of his head.

"I want to ask them to help me stop the holy knights...."

Elizabeth began to explain, and it seemed like she was troubled by it so of course she was asked more questions regarding the subject .

"Are you serious why would you wanna do that? The holy knights are the kings men they're the ones who protect liones. They're all heros!"

You didn't disagree with what Hawks said but he should word it much better.

"But...what if they're the ones who are about to start a war...?"

"What?"

You had your suspicions but you never knew it was this bad.

"The other day, everyone except the king himself was arrested by the holy knights"

"So the king isn't really sick?"

Elizabeth shook her head no, so know you all know it was a lie.

"That was just a cover story, I don't know what they think they can accomplish by putting the kingdom through a war and now they're gathering men from everywhere and maybe even here"

"Wow, that's awful"

"Yeah tough luck"

"Boss you could try to sound more sympathetic!"

You scolded before taking a deep breath and turning to Elizabeth to ask a question.

"So Why would you wanna gather up the seven deadly sins??"

"Well, if there's a chance of saving the kingdom from the holy knights....I know the scene deadly sins are the only ones who can!"

After a short moment of silence Meliodis spoke up about the whole thing.

"So you wanna gather the seven deadly sins despite the type of people they are?"

She nodded and turned to look over at the edge of the cliff as if thinking about what to say next or visualizing it.

"The seven deadly sins, a group of vicious, bloodthirsty knights personally chosen by the king himself and all given a mark of a beast. All cast out because of an accusation of them plotting to destroy the kingdom. The knights launched an attack that drove them out and scattered them around."

"Well if you believe the rumors they all died a long time ago"

"Such amazing people wouldn't possibly let themselves get killed!"

To those words you sighed, crossed your arms over your chest and closed your eyes.

"Look, I get that it might be hard to believe but if you're willing to risk it all to find the seven deadly sins prepare for disappointment because you might only run across a few."

You explained to Elizabeth who seemed shocked by your words alone, but the look in her eyes were different then her actions.

"But the holy knights will keep causing trouble for the people if I don't do anything at all!"

You raised an eyebrow at her words, and wondered who could've made her have so much hope in these guys after all.

"When I was younger, my father would tell me stories about them. They were the most powerful knights!"

Unfortunately Elizabeth was cut short, and the ground beneath you all began to break and crumble.

Soon enough you were all falling to the ground, and you grabbed a tight hold on hawks ears, yanking him into your arms and wrapping them around him.

"OH GIMME A BREAK!"

Hawk yelled as you gripped onto his smaller form and carried him off to safety while Meliodis grabbed ahold of Elizabeth

"Woopsie, I forgot to confirm if they were the people named in the report, conclusion three people of unknown origin killed under unknown circumstances."

"But sir, a knight is down there too!"

"Then you can add four people to the report. Does that sound like a problem?"

"But sir twiggle that's to far even for you!"

"How about eight fatalities instead?"

The bigger knight who knocked the cliff completely apart was now taking steps towards the group of weaker knights who begged for mercy.

Just before he made a move you and Meliodis jumped back up the cliff, and now you've gained his attention.

Dropping the knight on his face and lightly setting hawk to his feet, you could stand straight up without a weight on your back.

"You there, how dare you survive without my say so?! I shall not let this go unpunished"

The way he grabbed his sword and spoke, you could only assume he was prepared to attack, but he sounded so silly it was hard to take him seriously.

"Hey you awake?"

Meliodis asked Elizabeth who he still held in his arms, and once she responded he gave clear instructions

"When I give you a signel I want you to run into the forest."

He then put her down and you looked at hawk before putting the knight on his back "you do the same hawk" you instructed .

"You can count on me (Y/N)!"

You smiled at hawk who was prepared to run, and turned your head to glare at the knight who still had a lot to say.

"Which one of you claimed to be apart of the seven deadly sins? Neither bares any resemblance to those wanted posters."

Yet he stopped looking at all of you when he got to Elizabeth and instead his eyes widened.

"Aha, the gods are smiling upon me today. That gear you have in your earrings is one from the royal kingdom which means in conclusion you are princess Elizabeth!"

Keeping your eyes glued on the knight infront of you as he approached Elizabeth and kept running his mouth about how the kingdom was looking for her and how he'd have no trouble reporting her as missing or worse.

You hated how much of a liar he was, and how selfish he was as well.

"He sounds so stupid."

You grumbled as you put your hand infront of your body and aimed it at the man standing infront of you all. You could send him back to where he came from and continue on with your day.

Before you uttered a word Meliodis grabbed your wrist and looked at you as if he was worried, but it then quickly shifted to a reassuring smile

"Hey let me handle this one okay? You should go with Elizabeth and hawk!"

You looked down and just as the man continued on, Meliodis signaled you all to start running. As off putting as it was to see him stop you, maybe it wuld make sense later.

"Conclusion! Accidental death!"

Just as you both were about to be hit Meliodis pushed the two of you out the way.

"Hey, you alright hawk?"

"Do I look alright? I'm pork on a stick!"

Next thing you know hawk was running away calling for his mom, and you both thanked Meliodis for saving you before standing up.

"Pig? No matter."

Elizabeth got up and began to walk towards the man who you now assumed was sir twiggle.

"What are you doing Elizabeth?"

You and Meliodis asked in unison.

"Maybe if I turn myself in I can convince him to spare your lives"

Just as she said that he lifted his sword and another dangerous attack was thrown her way, causing you to push her out the way. rolling and clutching your hands around her.

"Looks like he wants us all dead"

Just as you said that Elizabeth began to cry. You held her in bridal style and tightened your grip to stop the remaining dust from hitting her.

"Why... I was so happy when I met you two.. I've been searching for the seven deadly sins all alone and I was so scared."

"Walking around in that rusty armor hoping nobody would recognize me...but I had nobody to turn to, so when I met you two I was so happy, showing so much kindness to someone you don't know! Thats why I don't wanna involve you in my problems anymore!"

You didn't know why but seeing her cry reminded you of someone you knew from when you were much smaller. It never happened before, and the only person you thought you knew was someone who you haven't heard from in years.

Either way you stood up and smiled.

"I'm (Y/N)"

"And I'm Meliodis, if you wanna know"

Her eyes went wide and she gasped, Elizabeth was in utter disbelief when she heard our names.

"No way, it can't be how can you?"

Sir twiggle got close, and now he was sure he would hit us. He raised his sword above his head and slammed it down but his attack was blocked by You and he was attacked by Meliodis.

Stumbling back in shock he spoke up.

"How is this possible? My structure was flawless, I was sure I struck you down with my blade but here you are standing infront of me and I took the blow?!"

"Meliodis....(Y/N) is that you??"

"Wait, now your face is starting to look familiar, but if that's true how could you still look exactly the same!?"

"Alright times up, figured it out yet?"

"How dare you still exist!!!"

Just as Sir twiggles lifted his blade to attack, Meliodis seemed to block every piece of magical strength thrown at him and knocked him off the cliff along with his armor.

"The dragon sin of wrath. Meliodis!"

#Seven Deadly Sins #x reader #seven deadly sins x reader #zeldris x reader #meliodas x reader #anime #meliodasxreader #king x reader #elizabeth x #elizabeth x reader #x nonbinary reader #x you

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romanoffsbish · 1 year

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Paper Rings

Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

…and Broken Promises

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The moon is high, like your friends were the night that we first met. Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet, now I've read all of the books beside your bed... The wine is cold like the shoulder that I gave you in the street. Cat and mouse for a month or two or three now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe.

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Lizzie groaned when the beeping in her mind didn't subside, it only increased in volume, breaking her from the dreams she was having. More so the vivid memories of your whirlwind romance on replay for her, to only be followed up by hopeful imagery her mind's manifesting.

From the early days where she met you at a party thrown by Scarlett Johansson—Marvel's resident party girl, there had been so much going on that night, it'd been an event thrown to bridge the gap for the incoming cast, such as herself, Aaron Taylor, and you—Y/N Y/L/N.

Elizabeth had been a huge fan of yours after she saw you too loved the indie film genre. Your movies were her guilty pleasure, so she had been a little bummed out to find you'd never even heard of her until a week prior. Awkward was an understatement for the both of you, she was gushing to you over the film you just finished shooting, and you were too enamored by her beauty to really engage.

That night you'd looked her up, falling down a rabbit hole of all things Elizabeth Olsen, she was stunning, and her acting was next level. Everything was going well too, until you stumbled into an article about her boyfriend. Your laptop was slammed closed as soon as your silly hopes were crushed, it was only a new crush, but the way she flirted with you all night long had left you feeling a bit hurt after.

So you went to set the following month with an urge to ignore her, and for the first few weeks you managed to do it well. Then at a craft table after a particularly long day she found a way to corner you, her eyes were sad when they found yours, and it was clear to you that it was your doing. So, in the name of professionalism you agreed to eat with her in her trailer, because maybe you had misinterpreted her intentions at the party, but once she leaned in to kiss you it was clear you were right, and you folded.

Lizzie frowned when you resorted to yelling obscenities afterwards, but once she caught the word boyfriend in the mix she was quick to scream it was a tabloid falsehood; she was single, and only wanted to not be if it was you who was going to ask her out. She was smooth, you took the alluring bait, and the rest is a long, sorted and disgustingly sappy history.

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Kiss you once 'cause I know you had a long night. (Oh!) Kiss you twice 'cause it's gonna be alright. Three times 'cause you waited your whole life. (One, two, one two three four!)

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"Baby...," your groans of displeasure took Lizzie back to the present moment, she reached over to turn the alarm off, then she rolled onto her side so she could pull you into her warmth., "Thank you baby.," she chuckled softly at your sweet words uttered with the grumpy tone.

Elizabeth allowed you to snuggle into her for a few minutes, but it wasn't long before the next alarm was going off besides your head., "No..."

"Unfortunately, yes my love.," she giggled, her body shifted to turn it off, then with gentle precision she shifted you onto your back so that she could hover over you with a smile., "We've gotta get to set soon honey.," she placed a wet kiss to your cheek, her eyes sparked with joy when she could feel as the muscle twitched beneath her lips as you did your best to fight off a smile., "Come now, we'll save time by showering together.," she winked, then sauntered off before you could stop her.

She squealed however when you jumped up, and pressed her into the bathroom doorway in a matter of seconds., "Not so fast little Olsen.," she glared at you but you only smirked back., "What's my morning time rule, hm?," a silly smile overtook her face as she thought it over.

"Nothing comes before snuggles and kisses.," she repeated the words you've prompted her with for many years now., "Not even Marvel.," you tapped her nose softly., "Exactly.," then in an exaggerated manner you pouted your lips.

She huffed just as dramatically as you as she leaned in to capture your lips in a kiss, it was soft, and slow, just the way you loved it most. Getting to feel her close is all you’ll ever need, which is why you whine every time it’s brought to an end., “Baby, we have to get going, I’m not being late and facing Kevin’s stare once again.”

No amount of sulking or pouting brought her back to you so you reluctantly got in the shower to get cleaned up. A permanent scowl was on your face, and Lizzie made it her mission to bring your smile back, so as you were climbing out she jumped into your slippery arms and pecked your lips repeatedly until you smiled.

“Get dressed, and meet me downstairs in ten.,” and with a final kiss she was leaving you to get herself ready without the distraction (you).

“Are you ready to go love?,” she looked over to you from the front door with the keys in hand., “I’m right behind you baby, I’m just getting our coffees, and lunches.,” you came around the corner with two satchels and tin thermoses. The dirty blonde allowed you through, then locked the door behind you before climbing into the drivers seat and taking off in a rush.

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I want to drive away with you

I want your complications too

I want your dreary Mondays

Wrap your arms around me, baby

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“Marvel making us work on a Monday is a war crime.,” you grumbled from beside the far less grumpy woman., “Love, it’s just another day.”

Elizabeth snorted when you loudly huffed and shifted to face the window instead of her, her hand was quick to reach across the divider and gently settle into yours to rest on your thigh. The action was simple, but the way in which this woman cares for you so tenderly on the regular is anything but, she’s just so patient, incredibly kind and lest we forget beautiful.

She was everything you never knew you needed until you finally had her, and there was no way in hell you were ever letting her go now.

Truth be told you were ecstatic for today’s events. While Paul B and the crew over at WandaVision keep Lizzie busy you’ll actually be on another set. Lizzie believes you’ll be on the set of Loki, as that’s normally the case, but the production is actually paused for your sake.

Scarlett, Robert, and all the rest of the original gang will be there as well, setting up what you call the “After Elizabeth says yes party,” and you’ll be there to help them until lunch time when you plan to walk Lizzie down memory lane, and then you’ll drop down on one knee and ask her to be your blushing bride.

After sharing a smattering of kisses you finally parted ways with the promise of a 12pm lunch. That gave you exactly three hours to make sure everything was up to snuff, you weren’t really worried because you gave the reigns to Scar, and she’d yet to disappoint you with parties.

“Well if it isn’t the lady of the hour!,” Downey yanked you into a sweaty embrace and you wretched dramatically., “Unhand me you filthy cretin.,” you swiftly moved into the arms of the others, each one wishing you well until you landed in the arms of Johansson, who’s smirk was nothing if not teasing., “Tell me Y/L/N, how do you plan to ruin the proposal?”

“I’ll have you know my plan is foolproof.,” you groaned and the blonde chuckled., “And yet, I see you still finding a way to muss it all up.,” she reached forward to tussle your hair, and you squealed while jumping away., “Don’t mess up the look Johansson!”

“Oh jeez, please say you’re joking, this is how you plan to propose?,” she scoffs., “In a pair of sweats, and with your hair lazily combed out?”

“Lizzie loves my messy hair and sweats.,” she shook her head., “You’re hopeless, but worry not, I am here to save the day—trust in me, and you’ll be engaged in no time.,” she winked, and you deadpanned., “The Black Widow helping with my proposal… Something about that doesn’t seem very promising.,” she cackled, and pulled your reluctant form alongside her.

Even with your protests you allowed the woman to guide you to her emergency supply of suits, and after a few tries you settled on the sheer white top, with the deep green suit set.

“Good luck Y/L/N.,” she slapped your shoulder, then sent you off with a genuine hug.

A chorus of well wishes followed you out the steel doors, along with a smattering of nerves that had settled deep in your stomach.

“Woah, am I going to get to see you in this on the big screen?,” you smiled shyly, and Lizzie pulled you into her embrace swiftly, her lips pressed to yours just as fast., “I missed you.”

“I missed you too baby.,” you wrapped your arms around her, hugging her properly., “Now, are you ready for a trip down memory lane?,” her brows furrowed, but the nervous look in your eye told her not to tease you just yet.

Lizzie had no clue whatsoever where you were taking her, but when you ended up in her old trailer she smiled at you knowingly., “Our first kiss?,” you nod, then pull her to the couch, and began to unpack your premade lunches. The two of you ate in a comfortable silence, the only thing on your mind was the next destination, and her mind was curious, but she chose to trust the process instead of questioning it.

Once you walked her passed a few sets, talking about the scenes that strengthened your bond, you eventually stopped by the pond in the lot. This was the spot that you asked her to be your girlfriend after a few months of talking, and now it’s where you were falling to your knee.

“Aww, love, this is where you—.,” she turned around with a reminiscent smile that fell into an expression of shock at the sight of you.

"Elizabeth Olsen, I have loved you for as long as I've known you. The immediate infatuation blossomed into the purest of loves I've ever experienced. I never want to be without this—without us, so please do me the greatest honor of my life and say that you'll marry me."

The starlet was in hysterics when you opened the velvet box, the ring was perfect, but it was really your nervous smile that sealed the deal. As if you had anything to worry about after half a decade together, she thought it was adorable, and that didn’t really help your nerves much as she admired you in lieu of answering.

“Baby?,” you began to gnaw on your lower lip, and a wave of guilt passed right through her., “Of course I’ll marry you baby.,” she stepped forward, her hand linking with your free one., “There’s no reason to doubt that, my love for you is unwavering, so please, slip it on baby.”

You wasted no time pulling the jewelry from the velvet box, you smiled up at your now fiancée, then just as you went to slip the ring on her finger it all went to shit. Your fingers were slippery, and so the ring fell from your grasp, and before you could recollect it a seagull swooped in and stole the jewelry.

“Oh my god.,” Lizzie gasps, watching as you were now chasing a seagull around the parking lot, all of your friends giving their spots of hiding away as most keeled over at the sight.

“Please tell me you’re getting this.,” Lizzie asks Scarlett as she sneakily approaches from the side., “Every last second of it, don’t worry.”

The good friends watched as you scaled a trailer in an attempt to catch the bird, it was almost taunting you by having not flown away, but as soon as you nearly had it in your grasp it did just that, taking your ring off into the sky, and leaving you in a bit of a soured mood.

Your lip trembled as you approached your lover in defeat., “I’m sorry, this was supposed to be perfect, and I messed it up.,” she shook her head, immediately throwing her arms over your shoulders, and sighing in relief when yours wrapped securely around her waist.

“I like shiny things.,” you frowned at her words, the reminder of the loss was too soon., “But I'd marry you with paper rings.,” you raised your brows in obvious question, and she smiled., “Uh huh, that's right.,” her soft lips pecked yours., “Darling, you’re the one I want.”

You melted into her, the genuine glint in her viridescent eyes enough to settle your feelings of inadequacy here., “I love you honey.,” she pressed another kiss to your lips., “Nothing is messed up, because in the end I don’t need a ring to know I want to be your wife, all I need is you, safely in my arms; your love is enough.”

“I love you too baby, now let’s go party!,” she giggled behind you as you pulled her into the room that Scarlett, and the boys put together.

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I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this.

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Darling, you're the one I want: in paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams.

Oh, you're the one I want

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“That was so embarrassing.,” you whined, your fiancée giggled as she cuddled up to your side., “What part?,” she couldn’t help but tease you.

“The seagull!,” you shrieked as if it was obvious, and so she chose to leave the drunk karaoke out of the conversation for now., “Oh, yeah, that’s going to be hilarious for interview season.,” your eyes widened., “Oh my god…”

“It’ll be okay my love.,” she kissed your cheek before nuzzling her face into your neck., “The story will be one we tell our kids one day, and they’ll laugh at you the same way we all did.”

“You’re the actual worst.,” you tried to shimmy away from her giggling form, but she held you too tight, and really your efforts were weak from the start., “Yeah, maybe I am, but there’s no turning back now, you’re my bride to be.”

“Lucky for you I don’t want to.,” you rolled onto your side and softly pulled her closer., “I can’t wait to be an Olsen.,” she beamed at the name drop, then she placed an excited kiss to your lips, “Don’t forget the many babies!”

“Oh yeah, how could I? Can’t wait to have mini you’s running all around this big old place.”

“Tiny you’s too!,” she yawned., “I want it all.,” her snores were the next thing you heard, and after a few minutes of just silently watching her breathe you slowly began to slip away too., “I want it all and more with you, goodnight love.”

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astarlow · 1 year

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Looked trough the new event, congradualtions.

I was wondering if you’d be okay writing D.va, Kiriko, and Ashe for M-marriage

Please and thank you so so much

Characters: D.Va, Kiriko, Ashe

700 Followers Milestone Event

700 Celebration Event Masterlist

A/n: Thank you :D hope you enjoy reading this!

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

D.Va

Damn, this girl is a blushing mess if you talk to her about this subject. She barely knows what she's eating tomorrow and you ask her something like this? She certainly freezes a little bit but gets back to her usual demeanour. She hasn't sorted out the answer yet, between MEKA and getting into Overwatch, her mind has barely touched this subject. So her answer would be no, out of uncertainty. She doesn't want to rush

If she ever has to propose, it'd be off-camera. She already has so much of her life recorded and shared, this moment, she prefers it to be private. A moment shared only between her and her partner. She'd choose a meaningful place for both of them. Where they had their first date, their first kiss or their first meeting.

Now for her marriage, it'd be something grand. She talked about the organization with her partner for months and would love it if they also had a Paebaek ceremony once the main event is done. If her partner also has traditions they want to have, she'll be sure to include them

Kiriko

For the moment, she has no desire to get married. She much enjoys her relationship as it is and she feels no need to get married. She feels the pressure from her family but it is a decision she needs to make when she wants. She also wants her father to be there, and for that, she has to defeat the Hashimoto and free her father. Until then, she knows she doesn't want to get married.

Her proposal, if she has one, is just like her: cheeky and full of life. It is held during the End of Summer Festival. During the display of fireworks, she pops up the question nonchalantly, with a grin. She makes sure to catch the attention of her partner first because they won't be able to hear her through the fireworks

The wedding is a mix of traditional and modern. Just like her combat style, she mixes both of them to honour her parents and her grandmother. She definitely has something alike a kitsune in her outfit when the day comes

Ashe

She has wanted it for a while now. She thought about it when the relationship began to be something more serious. If their partner was willing to stick around for so long, having a lil' ceremony to celebrate this wouldn't be so bad.

She'd probably propose after a big heist, carrying her gift around everywhere she goes so when an opportunity arises, she can ask them still. I don't think it'd necessarily be a ring, but at least something they can carry everywhere and show

It's going to be with her gang, the ceremony a mix of tradition and what they want it to be. There is a lot of chaos, she knows her crew and she wouldn't want them to be restrained either on such a big day. She orders them to not screw this up, it's the only rule they have to follow for the day. After the ceremony ends, she's going to take them for a ride. And whatever they wish for, she happily obliges

#D.Va x reader #kiriko x reader #Ashe x reader #hana x reader #elizabeth x reader #hana song x reader #kiriko kamori x reader #elizabeth caledonia x reader #hana song #kiriko kamori #elizabeth caledonia #700celebrationevent #fluff alphabet #ow writing #overwatch x reader #asked and answered

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themidnightcrimson · 2 months

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good morning ࿏ wm

summary: in which you decide to get what you want first thing in the morning.

words: 3.9k

warnings: top!wanda, power bottom!reader, dubcon/noncon, breeding kink, cumstrap (r receiving), somno (r giving), blowjob on cumstrap (r giving), enhanced strap, brief choking, just imagining slutting top!wanda out like this woeidbsibfwioe its the power bottom in me

this fic is for 18+ only. minors dni. read with discretion.

masterlist.

The room was cool and the bed warm by the time you woke up. Legs shifting smoothly under the crisp sheets, you could hear the faint chirp of a lone bird outside the window along with what sounded like a gentle spring morning rain shower.

Plat plat plat plat the rain softly tapped against the window and quietly onto the roof above you. It was a sleepy rain, an early morning rain whose clouds blocked the sun from glaring through your window. It made waking a little easier, a little more soft.

The other thing that made waking a peaceful experience was the warm body you were tangled up with. The soft, curled ends of light brown hair tickled your bare shoulder, and it was the first thing you saw in the dim room as you opened your eyes. Your head rose and fell slowly with Wanda’s steady breath. It was resting on her bare chest, the skin there hot against your ear. She always slept so hot.

Your legs were tangled with hers, your arm thrown across her torso. As you blinked your eyes awake, you tilted your head upwards to get an angle of her from below. The stretch of her jawbone, the mountain of her cheekbones just beyond it. Heavy eyelashes fluttered closed, deep pink lips pursed in her sleep. The crinkle between her eyebrows that was always there when she slept. She was starting to get a permanent wrinkle from it, and while she was embarrassed of it, you told her it was just the imprint of all the dreams she’d ever had right there in one wrinkle between her brows so she would never forget them. Wanda was always a deep dreamer, for better or worse.

The puffy comforter you shared rested right below her breasts, likely pushed down during her overheated sleep. Her hair was splayed over her chest, barely covering the peaks of her soft pink nipples. Her skin looked pale and soft under the dim gloomy morning light. You let your hand glide over the soft expanse of her tummy, fingers pressing into her flesh as you shift, waking up a little more. Letting out a silent yawn, you casually let your hand stroll further down beneath the blanket, being thrown off guard a little when your hand touches cool silicone between her legs.

It was Wanda’s new creation still left strapped around her hips via harness from last night’s endeavors. It took a lot of research and magical effort for Wanda to create her enchanted strap that functions like a biological part of her body. Using her magic, she enchanted the strap so that she can feel through it and cum through it. Let’s just say the first few tries once she perfected it could be described as very quick, hot, and wet on her end. It was the most mind-blowing feeling she had ever felt, being able to feel you inside. Even now, a few weeks later, she still warns you how sensitive it still is, which you could tell from the beginning because of how fast she came with you.

Wanda’s magic was very powerful—spontaneous creation. For that reason, she insisted on wearing a condom the first several times using the enchanted strap out of fear of accidental pregnancy, though you knew she secretly had a breeding kink. Finally, she stopped using condoms, but she still pulled out of you every time. It was hot, seeing her get so close to just doing it, to just letting go and planting her cum deep inside you. You could see it on her face every time. But every time, milliseconds before release, she pulls out and chooses to spill all over your tummy or back instead. Of course, that was also hot in its own right. But you desperately wanted her to cum inside. You weren’t sure if it was the risk or the ownership aspect of it, but you fucking needed it.

And you knew she wanted it too. She had a tendency to hold you down when she’s about to cum, almost as if she is about to force you to take her cum, which you willingly would take every single drop. You even told her in a heated moment of passion to cum inside you once, and she almost did accidentally. Hearing you say that made her orgasm immediately, and she had to frantically pull out right as she spurted all over your mound, making sounds you’d never heard her make.

And now, in the dim morning light with cozy rain coming from outside, and Wanda’s soft, warm sleeping body with her cock in your hand as you thought over all these times with the new magical piece, you wanted it.

But she was so pretty and peaceful in her sleep with her crinkled brow of dreams and her slowly rising and falling chest. You wouldn’t wake her.

Licking your lips, you shifted your body so that you hovered over her, taking great care in slinking down her body without moving the blankets or the bed too much. With the hem of the blanket resting at the back of your neck, you rested your elbows over her plush thighs, eyeing the strap that now sat right in front of your face.

Humming, you trail your fingers to the harness straps, fiddling with the fabric on her hips for a moment before you carefully let them trail to the base of her cock, taking it in your fist gently. Glancing back up to her, you saw the same image—her head resting on the pillow, turned to the side, sleeping peacefully like an angel. The warmth between your legs grew as you formulated the plan of your desires, licking your lips and coming closer to her strap.

You placed Wanda’s length in your mouth. It surprised you every time how big she was—an advantage she smugly gave herself when crafting her piece. Suctioning your lips, you began to swirl your tongue around the tip of the strap with a gentle but purposeful pressure.

It didn’t take long before your mouth ignited the spell within the strap, and her magic peered through the silicone in cracks that looked like molten lava in a crimson hue. That’s how you knew she was aroused now, and as you looked up at her again, she was still sleeping as peacefully as ever.

It took some practice for you to understand how to give your girlfriend a blowjob since it was your first time, but Wanda was patient and could get off with basically any touch you gave her with how sensitive the strap felt when she wore it anyways.

So you lowered your mouth further down on her strap that was warming up between your lips, keeping your hand on the base to keep it steady. Letting your other hand gently squeeze her thigh, you sucked her gently, wanting to make her feel good but not wanting to wake her up. It startled you when, as you took her entirety in your mouth so that the tip of her cock poked the back of your throat, Wanda’s legs twitched under you. It was only once and, looking up as you deepthroated her, you saw that the sleeping look on her face remained unchanged.

The depth with which you took her in your throat prompted tears to form in your eyes and saliva in your mouth. Sniffling, you kept taking her all the way in and then suctioning as you lifted your mouth from her, letting your tongue flick around her tip before deepthroating her again. You were slow and gentle, but she was hot and throbbing with magical arousal. You could even smell it on her now and, reaching down under the base where her slit was, you found that she was wet there, too.

Getting excited, you bobbed your head perhaps a little too hard, and she twitched again, this time letting her head sway to the other side. You paused, waiting for any sign of further movement or signs of being awake, but she was still deep asleep, the crease in her brow deeper now. You went back to sucking her off dutifully, and as wet sounds filled the air, Wanda moved again, this time arching her back. The movement sent her hips bucking up, which shoved her cock into your throat unexpectedly, causing you to choke on her girth.

Recovering, you continued carefully and watched as she twitched and squirmed in her sleep, somehow still staying deep asleep even as you could feel her throb faster. Her lips fell open at one point, soft gasps of air filling the quiet, dim room along with your wet sucking sounds. Her body heated up even more under your hands, and she started to buck her hips more.

Picking up your speed, you deepthroated her more and more, choking yourself on her strap while she grew even more restless. You knew she was seconds away from cumming, so you grabbed the base of her strap and sucked harder and faster. Finally, with a whispery, sleepy moan, and a more violent twitch of her hips, Wanda came in your mouth. You kept your mouth around her, feeling her warm cum gush at the back of your throat and ooze down it. You waited, letting her twitch and gasp and push out every last drop of cum before you finally swallowed it and took her out of your mouth. She was sweet to the taste with just a hint of metal, an interesting mix of her magic that reminded you of the taste of her real arousal.

There were many benefits to this magical creation of Wanda’s, one of many being that there was an unlimited supply.

Her cock now wet and shiny and slightly glowing, you carefully crawled back up her body and straddled her. She had almost immediately fallen back into utter stillness as soon as she came, except for her chest that was rising and falling much faster now. Biting your lip, you reached down and took her breasts into your hands, squeezing and letting your thumb roll over her nipples that were already rock hard for you. You could feel her cock, resting below your thigh, twitch and throb, basically vibrating with magic. All you could taste was her cum that coated the inside of your mouth, the taste still soaked into your tongue.

She just looked so pretty, even more relaxed now, having just helplessly cum in your mouth without even knowing it. Leaning down, you pressed a chaste kiss to her still lips before moving your mouth to her neck and pressing soft, wet kisses there. You let your hand grope her breasts for a moment before sliding it down and rubbing her tummy, lowering it further and further until you reached below yourself and took her strap in your hand again.

Still kissing her neck, and feeling her twitch once below you, you adjusted yourself over her cock and rubbed your throbbing, wet slit down her length, not letting it go inside. You remember the first time you did that, before she ever went inside you with the new strap, and she had prematurely came. She had been so embarrassed, taking off the cum-filled condom and tearing the strap off of her and getting up, but you’d found it so hot. You loved having this control over her. You loved knowing that you held this power over her, that you could make her cum so easily, that she desired you so much that she found it hard to even have any control. You wanted to tease her constantly, to degrade her and embarrass her by using her desire for you against her.

Wanda’s sleepy breaths hitched as you rubbed your warm, wet folds up and down her length, leaving a wet, sticky trail on the strap. She shifted under you, turning her head back to the other side. Her eyebrows creased deeper, her face contorting into a look of neediness as she subconsciously bucked her hips, pushing herself harder onto you. Chuckling, you gave her one last kiss on her neck before sitting up fully, unable to control yourself anymore. You wanted to get what you truly wanted out of her before she woke up.

Your breathing growing heavier, along with the rain pattering much harder on the window outside, you lined Wanda’s cock up with your entrance, letting it sit there pressed against it for a moment. You took a deep breath—her size still surprised you, and you still needed to relax and prepare yourself before taking her in. Thanks to the blowjob and how wet you were, there was enough lubrication for you to lower yourself down on her cock, feeling her slide right in and stretch your walls around her.

“Fuck,” you whispered as you stopped halfway, feeling a tinge of pain. Wanda shifted beneath you, which didn’t help, so you just took another deep breath and basically slammed yourself down on her, Wanda’s entire cock ramming deep inside you.

As if on cue, right as you let out a louder shriek than you meant to because of the way her cock hit your cervix, Wanda also let out a sleepy form of a moan, her head swaying to the side as her legs shifted under the blankets below you.

Placing your hands on her shoulders, you stayed still and felt her throb inside you as she squirmed, watching her eyes scroll side to side behind her eyelids. Biting your lip, you slowly lifted yourself off halfway before coming back down again, nearly seeing stars when she hit your deepest point again.

It was obvious that doing this wasn’t going to keep her asleep for much longer. She was still moving, eyelids fluttering, lips twitching as if trying to speak between her growing breaths. She was breathing faster now, redness blooming on her cheeks.

There was no point in being careful now. Grinding your teeth together, you rolled your hips, throwing your head back as she hit your sweet spot in your lower tummy. She was so big that her cock was basically all you could feel as you rode her, feeling pure pleasure bloom inside you as you anticipated the ending you were dreaming about.

“Mmmm-nnnn” Wanda murmured as she squirmed more beneath you, kicking at the sheets covering her feet and arching her back. “Ahhh…” She was starting to come to, being lured by your actions into an in-between state between sleeping and waking. She was arching her back off the bed and bucking her hips up into you, natural instinct to have more friction and be as close to you as possible coming through.

Power filled you as you stared down at the helpless witch, her cock lodged deep inside you, throbbing as you bounced on it. You bit the tip of your tongue and squeezed her shoulders, digging your nails into her skin as you rode her cock.

The feeling of your nails in Wanda’s skin was the one thing that brought her into awareness. Her eyelashes fluttered, mouth dropping open. Finally, her eyes opened fully, exposing those pretty irises that were usually green but were now a deep, sleepy crimson red from the magic she was subconsciously using.

A grin slashed across your own face, your tummy filled with excitement as you watched the look of confusion on Wanda’s once peaceful face. This was the second moment you were anticipating the most. Her eyebrows contorted in confusion as she stared up at you, her eyes blank with dumb sleepiness at first as her mouth let out heavy breaths. Then she blinked a few times, her eyes falling down over your body and to her own. She saw her cock, glistening with wet, appear halfway with every other bounce you made. She watched it appear as you lifted up, and then disappear again as you slapped yourself down on her lap.

Then she felt it. The tight, wet warmth. The squeezing of your walls around her. The more textured parts around your cervix, how much warmer and tighter you felt the deeper she was. Your lips smushed against the base of her cock when you had her fully inside. The ridges of your cunt massaging her length as you jerked up and down on her, the friction feeling like a white hot flame of pleasure with each stroke.

Her mouth fell open wider with a loud, startled moan, her hands immediately slapping onto your hips and holding them. “Baby!” she exclaimed in surprise, trying to blink the bleariness out of her eyes as you continued fucking yourself on her.

You giggled at her reaction, how she was confused but so turned on and so obviously overwhelmed by the feeling of you milking her cock as soon as she woke up, this being the very first thing her consciousness experienced this rainy morning. You felt her cock swell a little inside you, now that she was awake with her magic.

Her breathing turned into gasps, her eyes squeezing shut as she hissed through her teeth, her hips trembling as you slammed down onto them. “Fuck, baby, fuck, fuck,” she croaked, her voice sleepy and husky and burning hot in your ear.

“I always wanted to wake you up like this,” you whispered, scratching down her chest and over her nipples, causing her to let out the cutest little high-pitched whimper.

“Fuck,” was all she could whisper, holding your hips as they bounced up and down on her length.

You could see the sweat breaking on her forehead, the flush in her cheeks, the way her tummy tightened under your palm. She was getting close.

“D-Did you use prot-protection?” Wanda stammered, her brown hair starting to stick to her temples. She knew the answer. She could feel it, but she needed to ask anyway.

Chuckling, you let out a pornographic moan just to make her shudder and then said, “Nope.”

Wanda’s eyes widened a little in panic. She could already feel herself leaking a little, or maybe it was just your wetness, which was also dripping down her shaft and onto her thighs. Through the slight panic in your eye you could see the desperation, the idea she always dreams about sitting right there in her brain.

You purposefully clenched, and she bit her lip and threw her head back, her body lifting off the bed as she pushed herself into you. You gasped at the depth but used your strength to pin her hips back down to the bed.

“Baby,” she breathed, her eyes barely open. “Baby, get up.” Her voice grew breathy with quickness. “I’m gonna cum. Get up.” She slapped your hip a few times to make you get up, but you kept riding her.

“No,” you purred, leaning down closer to her face and smirking. “You can easily push me off if you want to.” You watched her, struggling to keep her eyes open, her body moving with your bouncing, look up at you with such a strong mix of horror and desire on her face. You waited, but she only continued to struggle beneath you, not making any effort to use her magic or strength to push you off. “So why don’t you?”

Wanda whined, throwing her head back and closing her eyes as if just looking at you was going to make her bust. Her nails dug into your hips as she trembled, looking like the pleasure was turning into pain as you continued to ride her. There was no way she would actively deny you. She could stop herself all she wanted when it was her in control, but if you were going to take it from her, she couldn’t not acquiesce.

“Baby, please,” she murmured through gritted teeth, tears forming in the corners of her eyes from the struggle to keep herself from cumming. You knew she could stop it if she wanted to—you didn’t have her physically wrangled, and even if you did, her magic could put an end to it immediately. “Please, get up, I can’t hold it.”

Grinning, you slam your hand over her throat, and she gasps, choking slightly as you squeeze her throat. “You’re so cute like this,” you whisper, “Begging me to stop. You’re the one who can’t control yourself.”

Tears were falling down her cheeks now. “Please, please,” she begged, her eyes squeezed shut. “Please, baby, I can’t—I can’t hold it—I’m gonna cum, fuck, please…”

“Do it. Give me all your cum,” you hiss, riding her harder to the point where the bedframe slams against the wall. Wanda, choking on the pressure of your hand around her throat, trembled and violently twitched below and inside you as she tried her hardest to hold it. But she was hot to the touch, and so were you, and your cunt felt so good squeezing around her cock, and you were taking complete advantage of her which she found to be so hot, and she hadn’t been able to stop dreaming about breeding you for weeks now, and it was all too much for her to even stop it.

“Fuck, baby, fuck, get off, I’m gonna… fuck, fuck fuck!”

Wanda’s nails dug into your hips as her words turned into incoherent babbles, her mouth falling wide open and her body lifting completely off the bed as she finally lost all control. You tried to watch her as long as you could, but your eyes fluttered closed when finally you felt her cock give one last hard twitch before loads of her burning hot cum went gushing deep inside you, splashing the wall of your cervix and filling your tummy all up.

The feeling made you cum, shivering on top of her and squeezing around her which only prolonged her orgasm even more. Wanda saw flashing images of you pregnant, which had been fueling what she thought was fear for weeks now, but she was learning just now that that fear was pure fetish. She tugged your hips down onto her and pushed herself as deep inside you as possible as she loaded you with her cum, surprising you with her strength as she kept you in a complete hold.

After a few moments, when she had filled you with all she had to give, which was a shocking amount this time because of how long she had held it, and you were limp against her chest, recovering from your own orgasm, Wanda finally relaxed, letting go of your hips and closing her eyes.

“Fuck,” she breathed, panting as sweat rolled down her tear-streaked face. You were quiet for a minute, relishing the feeling of a full tummy of Wanda’s cum, her cock throbbing gently in your cunt. You were so glad she’d enchanted that strap.

Finally, you hummed, looking up at her. She looked dazed and fuzzy-minded, her eyes hooded and cheeks blushing red from embarrassment. She sighed and grinned sheepishly, placing her hands over her face. You smirked. “That was a lot better than cumming on my tits, right?”

Wanda breathed. “Well, good morning to you, too.”

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The Bed Issue - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots

Summary: Another retake of Wandavision, this time, the scene with the two single beds.

Warnings: (+18) pure smut, enchanted strap, fingering, creampie, wanda is in charge but r tops, dirty talking, some typical Westview angst (brief reality alteration) but purely sinful | Words: 3.284k

A/N-> At this point, I feel I should start a new collection with all the scenes I rewrote. I miss writing series people, where are my ideas. Also, sorry if there are too many spelling errors, I wrote this on my phone (it's hard to be poor and busy). But good reading!

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The sign of two single beds in the room made you giggle right away.

Wanda, who walked in first, looked back at you with curiosity. Her gaze scanned your face as she asked: “What's funny, darling?”

Your eyes found her and a deep sigh escaped your lips, the ghost of that giggle still present in your expression.

“The beds, Wanda.” You replied quickly, almost offended she couldn't see the absurdity of that. Maybe she was playing innocent. Or at least, that's what her confused gaze looked like. Another sign escaped you. “Why would a married couple sleep on different beds, side by side?”

“Well, I…” but she cut herself mid-sentence, her gaze shifted as if she realized that really didn't make any sense. “I guess you're right.”

The bed moved as quickly as her fingers - the wood jumping to the side to connect and transform into one bed. You smile, moving forward to kiss your wife's cheek.

“Lovely tricks as always, darling.” You praise, catching the soft color rising up her skin before you step to the bathroom. But you comment again, giggling: “How odd that was, two beds.”

Distracted by your own joke, you didn't catch Wanda's shoulder tension. And she could only force a smile, giving a quick gaze at your figure brushing your teeth while mentality praying that for the sake of her poor heart, you wouldn't notice any other weirdness tonight.

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A stupid tree.

A stupid tree branch against the window and things got out of hand completely. At least this time, in a good sense of things.

That is because Wanda found herself pressed into the bed, giggling at our bold hands under her clothes.

She remembers this teasing all too well. Beyond the sexual tension, and the teenage hormones, there was intimacy. You could always make her laugh, no matter the situation. Often, you would do that in inappropriate ones that's for sure. Just for the satisfaction of making her blush deeply when apologizing to whoever was around to testify you making a mess out of her. And then when in a situation like tonight, where it was too hard to breathe and too warm for a coherent thought - teasing fingers where she had tickles was the perfect way to ease her anxiety. To anchor her back and remember it's just you. Her best friend. Warming your way around her skin.

But things were a little - a lot - different in Westview. Neither of you knows why or how, or better saying, Wanda knew to a different extent than you.

When she brought the covers up your bodies, taking the lead for the night and expecting to meet your eagerness to kiss her again, she was met with more giggles.

She stared down at your shiny eyes, leaning into the hand you brought to her cheek.

“It's too warm here.” You let her know softy, and yes, Wanda was quite aware. Kissing you was more than enough to heat her entirely, but doing this under the covers was a challenge. She could feel the sweat starting to drip. She was ready to say she didn't mind, maybe even kiss you to change the subject when you added: “Why would you cover us anyway, darling? There's no one watching.”

It was meant to be a joke, obviously. You don't know. You couldn't know. And your eyes were innocent and your smile was sincere and Wanda hesitated.

Your hand remains on her cheek, the caress never stopping.

“Did I say something wrong? Where did you go just now?”

She went outside. Outside the hex, all the way to monitors transmitting her sitcom of a fake life. But not really. Because she didn't consciously know about any of this. Yet, some part of her mind did know, and all the TVs that once exhibited her little show, now hold a Stand By sign.

Wanda was the one who threw the covers aside. The fresh air was well welcome but you're now distracted with the gorgeous woman moving to straddle your hips.

“You're right, there's no one watching.” She says with the same urgency she burst open your pajama shirt. You don't understand the rush, but she looks too pretty for you to disagree. And Wanda purrs at the sight of your naked skin, biting her lips like a naughty child. “I missed you.”

You chuckle breathlessly, some confusion in your eyes. “I was with you all day.”

She shook her head, deciding now to control her tongue. If she doesn't want you questioning, she needs to stop saying things like this. So she forces a smile, shifting against your hips in a way that makes your breath catch in your throat. “I always miss my wife, I mean. Whenever she's not touching me.”

Even though you offer her a grin, there's a blush in your cheeks that goes down your chest and Wanda suddenly doesn't feel like talking anymore.

A feeling you two seem to share as you bring a hand to her face only to pull her down at you again. It's a heated kiss. With tongue and breathy whispers that turn her into needy sounds.

Even without the covers, it's soon too hot to keep clothes on.

You're the one who takes her nightgown off. Pulling down as your tongues dance together, until the item no longer hides the tits you started to play it.

Wanda's eyes are tightly closed as your mouth sucks her nipple. Your hand plays with the other while she struggles to breathe.

Her top needs to go, but so does all the other clothing. The nightgown barely reached the floor and you're already pulling at her soaked panties, eager to feel her inside.

“Need this off you now, witchy.” The nickname makes her gasp. You haven't used it until now and it has been way too long since she heard. Since you-

No. No thinking about this, not now.

She forces herself back to the present, an easy task when she feels every inch of her skin burning with your touch. She needs to move away to take the item off but your hands hold her tight by the waist at the mere attempt of breaking apart.

She giggles breathlessly, aware of the new wave of wetness that dripped down with the feeling of your strong hands manhandling her back at her position, keeping her restless hips still. “But you said you wanted it off.” She tries to ration, receiving only a growl in return. The next second, when your hands shift, the item is torn off her without ceremony.

“Hey! It was my favorite.” She pouts in protest but you merely give her a husky chuckle.

“I'm sure you can fix it.” Comes as a teasing answer that Wanda couldn't contradict even if she wanted to - all previous thoughts are gone when your fingers reach her front and penetrate between her warm folds without a warning. You groan at the delirious feeling of her pussy against your fingertips while Wanda whimpers at the ceiling, trying to get used to the sudden invasion.

“Fuck, you're so tight.” Your remark with a sultry voice against her ear. Wanda's arm circles your shoulder for some support while she feels the stretch of your fingers inside her. It's been a while since last time but dear God how she missed this. Her hips move on instinct and you have to chuckle at her impatience with herself. Your free hand moves to her lower back, caressing her skin while your fingers start to press your way inside her.

“Easy darling, I got you.” You guide, too deeply for her to give you any replies other than pleas and whimpers. The position might not be the most comfortable for you but it's amazing to her. Wanda can grind down and ride your fingers as she pleases and you can feel how close she's coming to her climax so you don't dare to stop. Your thumb moves to her clit, circling the nerve and she nearly loses it. The bedroom lights start to flash with the build of this orgasm and you stare at her in amazement only to be rewarded with her gorgeous flushed face while she grinds into your hand in nearly despair.

“Fuck you're so beautiful.” You gasp, increasing the speed. The depth. Wanda breaks in a sob, her back arching. The first one is a charm. Your name is being screamed at the ceiling while you feel her wetness dripping down your hand. Unfortunately - or fortunately - it only makes you crave her more. She's still recovering from the intensity of this climax, all sweaty and flushed when you shift your hand. You're still inside her tight walls and your fingers start to pick up a pace again. She squeaks at the overstimulation, but her protest dies in your tongue sucking hers when you kiss her again.

Wanda's almost too distracted by the filthy of this kiss to notice how quickly her second climax is building - almost. There's a bite against your bottom lip that makes you groan when she breaks the kiss, unable to keep it up. Her hands grab at you for some grounding when she feels how close she is to come, stronger than the last time. You feel her nails piercing your skin when her orgasm washes over her and it's your time to moan at her ear.

Her body goes limp for a moment after this. It was two intense orgasms in a row after all. She just needs to take a breath.

You move your fingers out, sucking them clean and murmuring satisfied at her taste while Wanda struggles to recognize her surroundings.

When you can hold her with both hands again, you nuzzle at her cheek.

“Enjoying yourself, witchy?” You dare to tease her when she can feel how she's still leaking in your lap. Honestly, the nerve. Wanda let out a deep breath, pushing her momentarily tiredness away.

There's an easy smile on her lips when she finds your eyes again. “I am but I've been so selfish.” She starts with a particular accentuation of her ascent that she knows you drive you insane. She also watches as your breath catches and your eyes drift to her lips, mesmerized by every word. “You must be needing me as well.”

But you tense at her nails screeching your belly, a worried frown coming at your expression.

“Wanda… my powers.” The fear in your eyes is like a cold buck of water. Oh, yes, she forgot.

For the whole day, she forgot you had no idea of the life you two shared. Nothing outside Westview and this lovely fantasy. None of the creative ways you two once used to bypass the super strength issue. Your fear and hesitation at hurting her made perfect sense but the fact that she was the only one who could remember the whole history you two shared was still painful. Her expression probably gave her away and confused you even more. “I promise you this is more than enough for me. Bringing you pleasure is enough.” You add gently, but Wanda shakes her head, leaning in to kiss you. She leaves you breathlessly before breaking apart, taking some pride in the way you're blushing.

“Don't be silly, darling, there's plenty of things for us to do together. To please one another.” You gulp at her words and tone of voice, eyes following all of her movements. From the shift of her hips to the teasing of her fingers on the way down your pants. “I wanna try something I think you'll love it. Do you trust me?”

You nod immediately, watching as Wanda's fingers play with the hem of your pants. She giggles naughty at your anticipation and brings one finger up to your chin, to make you look at her eyes again.

“Can you use your words?”

“Y-yeah.” You swallow, trying to win some composure back. It's not easy when Wanda Maximoff is naked and sitting on your tight. But you smile anyway. “Of course I trust you, witchy.”

She smiles at you, her eyes flashing a glimmer of naughtiness that makes your heart leap. You can't worry too much about that anyway - Wanda leans in to kiss you again. And it's the dirtiest one of the night. She takes the lead, pulling back now and then just to tease your tongue with the tip of hers, reveling at the way you pant and struggle to keep your hips still.

But suddenly, you feel the new pressure inside your pants. The odd sensation shifts your attention entirely but Wanda brings her hands to your neck and kisses you hard. You moan into her tongue, hands holding her tight by the waist until her spell is complete. She presses down into you and the kiss is broken with your needy awareness.

“F-fuck, is that…?” You open surprised and aroused eyes at her, looking down where your middles connect only to watch Wanda's equal affected state. Her trembling hands reach down at your pants, trying to pull the garment off.

“Yeah, and I really need you inside now, alright baby? Think you're ready for me?” Her words are rushed as her fingers. Your pants and underwear are stuck in an awkward position on your thighs because Wanda is too impatient to wait another second. She grabs the hardness - barely giving you time to get used to the image or more important the feeling - of that scarlet strap magically placed there - before she sinks down.

It's a form of revenge, maybe. For the way you didn't give her time to prepare before, but what a sweet revenge that was.

The nearly animalistic grunt that escaped you when Wanda's cunt squeezed around you was a sound you didn't know you could make. She, on the other hand, rewards your ears with a pleasant deep moan while she adjusts to the fullness. There's also a new stretch. The toy is obviously larger than your fingers and goes deliciously deeper so Wanda needs to take a deep breath while she welcomes you in.

To her delight, not that you can remember this, but just like the first time you two tried, it's too much of a new overwhelming pleasure for you to handle. You came almost the same second you're bottom up. Tensing and shaking at the new feeling. You gasp, hands falling at the sides to grab the sheets that are torn apart while you hide your face into her neck and your climax washes over you.

Wanda giggles in amusement. The hot shot inside her feels as good as she remembers and you haven't changed. But the toy softening causes you to panic.

“S-sorry, god, I'm so sorry. I don't-”

“Shh, it's okay.” She cuts your anxious babbling immediately, firming her legs around you and bringing her hands to hold your cheeks. “I know it feels like a real one, but it's not a real one.” She says and without any warning, grinds down at you, stealing all the air of your lungs. Wanda bites her lip before adding “See? You're hard again already.”

You can't give her words. The only thing that leaves your mouth is a whine that makes her clench around you.

Suddenly, she's moving. Rough grinding before she's undeniably riding your strap and it's dirty and maddeningly sexy so your hands hold her hips and help her when her body starts to betray her wishes to keep going.

“Oh, Wanda, you feel so nice.” You moan with your eyes closed, outside the shared grunts and your words, the only sounds of the room are the bed creaking and the soaked toy coming in and out of her. Your lovely wife decides to give you a reason to be louder. Her hands push you back at the bed and now you can see her in all of her glory. Her pretty tits bounce with the hard pace she takes on top of you. “W-wait. Easy, I can't hold it if you-”

Her hands move yours - trying to slow her by the waist - away, locking your fingers together at each side of your head. Her hair makes a curtain for your faces but Wanda kisses you again. Your tongues are still moving together when you come first.

Because you're strong - stronger than her that is - scarlet magic holds you still, wrists and ankles when Wanda can't. She holds her climax just a little longer, enough to put on a show for your breathless figure under her when you are able to look up at it.

It's divine when it occurs - The silent scream, her frown before the blissed worn-out expression. The flags of the light, the room vibrating and her eyes bright red before the dark green meets your gaze again.

She smiles down at you, still shaking but somehow ready for another.

“Enjoying yourself aren't you, Avenger?” she repeats your words from before, but the nickname so often used for teasing makes you frown in confusion.

“What is…? But she changed that before you could finish the question.

As quickly as it happened, the scene shifted as if the words never left her lips. You were staring at her, with uneven breathing and adoring eyes.

“Is this really necessary?” For a second, her heart leaped in fear. The possibility that you could tell she altered things. But your gaze shifted to the magic holding you still, and you offered her a pleading stare. “Won’t you let me touch you?”

Wanda sighs, adjusting your hips and seeing the way your jaw tenses at the slight movement. You're still inside her, always magically stimulated to be hard no matter how many times you come. It made sense that you might be sensitive.

She bit her bottom lip, hands resting on your chest.

“But you look so pretty like this…” She starts, leaning in as if going for a kiss. You sigh as her lips meet your cheeks instead, closing your eyes when you feel her smiling before moving down. “I like having you at my mercy.”

You hum, somewhat distracted by her soft grind against you. If you're hard again, that's not only the magic to blame but Wanda's warm pussy squeezing you still.

“But I'm like this all the time.” you joke earning a husky giggle before she puts some distance between your faces again.

You let out a deep sigh when she pulls out the next second, catching her own soft groan at the emptiness. But your words fail you when you look down and see the mixed cum leaking from her and dripping down your abs.

Cursing under your breath a single “fuck.” at the image, you are not surprised at Wanda's naughty giggle.

“You made such a mess, babe.” She teases, the toy still vibrating and it occurs to you that it doesn't just answer to your arousal, but hers as well.

“Me? You're the one who, you know… ride it. I didn't even know I would come through it.” You tried to defend yourself with rosy cheeks but Wanda is clearly teasing you. She giggles again, adjusting herself and causing you to shut up immediately.

“I think you should stop babbling and start cleaning your mess.”

You swallow hard when you realize she's still moving. Up towards your face. The bed makes a strong crack sound when you use all your strength to pull your hands free from her magic chains.

Wanda allows you to break free. Mainly because she loves to feel your hands holding her thighs open when you eat her out.

Some old habits never die.

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Professional help (18+)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader, Wanda Maximoff x f!reader, brief mention of Peter Quill x f!reader

Warnings: AU, gynecologist!Natasha, assistant!Wanda, smut, oral, fingering, cheating, Peter being an asshole

Summary: your boyfriend makes you see a doctor to get yourself "fixed", luckily Natasha and Wanda know exactly what to do

A/n: I'm not a doctor, so bear with me pls

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You sit in the waiting room, anxiously waiting for your name to be called. Your leg bounces rapidly against the marble tiles of the clinic, drawing the attention of other patients. You cross your legs, sanding a sheepish smile to an old lady who's been eyeing you for the last few minutes, wishing your boyfriend just stayed with you like he promised he would.

He's the one who made the appointment after all.

You sigh for a hundredths time and check your watch, debating on leaving. Peter will be disappointed, sure, perhaps even mad, but you still can't stomach the idea of admitting something so embarrassing to a stranger.

You've been dating for almost six months now, and after a lot of persuasion on his part, you've finally allowed him to take your virginity. Your jaw clenches when you remember the night. It was very romantic, sure, the wine was expensive and as old as your grandma, the food was delicious and his jokes were perfectly timed, but when it came down to it, you were both left disappointed.

Peter is attractive, sexy, and you know any girl would kill to be in your place, but when he took off his clothes and climbed on top of your naked body you couldn't feel a thing. You went to sleep unsatisfied. He went to sleep with a bruised ego and a promise of getting you right the next time.

And now you're here, ready to see a gynecologist, because there has to be something wrong with your body, there's no other explanation.

"Y/n Y/l/n?" A voice pulls you out of your head.

You look up to see a young woman, smiling down at you politely, her green eyes sparkling in the blinding lighting of the hospital.

"Yes?" You speak up hesitantly, torn between following the woman and trying to make it for the door.

Her smile turns genuine. "Follow me."

You walk behind the woman, your eyes pinned to the intricate braid, strands of brown hair clinging to her neck. You swallow, looking away. It's definitely not the time to stare at a pretty woman. She leads you to the last door down the hall, opening it and following behind you once you step in.

"Take a seat." She gestures at the chair in front of the doctors desk. You swallow nervously when you notice a gynecological chair behind a folding screen.

The woman squeezes your shoulder

"Don't be nervous. Dr. Romanoff will take good care of you," she says with conviction. For some reason it helps you relax, your shoulders dropping. "My name's Wanda," she says, "I'm Dr. Romanoff's assistant. I'll be here the whole time."

You gulp. "Like… the whole time?"

She smiles, mirth flickers in her eyes.

"Yes, the whole time." Another voice enters the conversation and you crane your neck to see the woman striding into the room to take place in the white leather chair behind the desk. "Is there a problem with that?"

She eyes you intently. You feel like it doesn't matter what your answer will be, Wanda will stay either way. And now, looking at the stern looking woman you feel like you'll need Wanda's soft reassurance. Maybe that's why she's here in the first place.

You shake your head at last, not trusting your voice not to waver.

"Good. Now tell me what's bothering you." The redhead flickers through your medical file, barely sparing you a glance.

You look at Wanda for help and she sends you an encouraging smile, her hand sliding lower down your arm. "Um…" you start, not sure how to broach the subject. "Well, you see, me and my boyfriend, we-" you swallow nervously, and Wanda takes hold of your hand, squeezing your fingers reassuringly. "We've been intimate… a few times. But it seems there's something wrong. With me, I mean." You cringe, biting your lip.

You can feel their gazes on you.

Dr. Romanoff's eyes narrow dangerously and you feel like getting up and running away.

"What do you mean by that, sweetheart?" Wanda asks, her breath fanning your ear.

You gather your courage and meet her eyes. "I can't- I can't finish." Now that you've started, the words come out easily. "I mean, it doesn't bother me, not really, but my boyfriend-"

"It doesn't bother you?" Dr. Romanoff cuts you off. You feel small under her eyes, ready to fold in on yourself.

"N-no?"

She sighs heavily and closes her eyes for a moment. You feel like a child about to get scolded.

"So you're here because your boyfriend can't make you come." The words leave her mouth the second her eyes open.

You flinch, scooting deeper into your seat. Wanda wraps her other arm around your shoulder, softly nudging you to continue.

"He- he told me he's never had that problem before, and I… well, when I tried it myself, you know…" You look at Wanda and she nods in understanding. "It didn't work either, so he must be right. Can you help me?" Your cheeks are crimson red by now, you can feel how hot your face is.

Dr. Romanoff stands up abruptly, making you flinch. She walks behind the folding screen and you can hear her fiddling with something. Wanda squeezes your shoulders reassuringly and tells you to follow her. You do so without a second thought.

"Take off your clothes," Dr. Romanoff says, settling on a rolling stool.

You gulp, folding your arms in front of your chest. "A- all of them?"

Dr. Romanoff looks like she wants to roll her eyes before stopping herself and looking at Wanda, her brow quirking. You can feel Wanda inhale sharply behind you.

"Yes, sweetheart, all of them." Her tone's urgent. "You need a thorough examination."

Dr. Romanoff smirks at that, shaking her head almost unnoticeably.

"You heard her." She nods at you.

You look around for a spot to undress, but figure it doesn't matter if they'll see you naked anyway, so you hesitantly start to undress under their scrutinizing eyes.

"Let me help." Wanda's fingers skimp over your skin as she helps you take off your bra, your nipples hardening from the cold. Dr. Romanoff's eyes dart to your pebbled skin, her lips parting slightly.

And then Wanda cups your breasts from behind you, whispering, "I'll start right now, okay?"

You can only manage a small nod.

Dr. Romanoff must've noticed the state you're in, because suddenly she's kneeling in front of you, tugging down your pants along with your underwear, humming at the sight of a string of your slick connecting to your panties.

You close your eyes in embarrassment.

She cups your face. "No need for that, angel. You're doing good."

You shudder at the tone of her voice, slurty and breathy. Having no idea on why your body is reacting this way, you lean back against Wanda, granting her more acces. She massages your breasts, kneading and tugging until you're left breathless.

Then, as quickly as she came, she pulls away and nudges you into the other woman's arms. Dr. Romanoff leads you to sit on the chair and you swallow your embarrassment when she spreads your legs and puts them on the knee rest, sliding between your legs on her rolling chair.

You look away, wincing.

"It's okay, sweetheart," Wanda whispers from your side, taking hold of your hand, "Natasha is best at what she's doing."

You breathe out.

You think her name fits her very well.

"How long does it usually take?" You ask, not daring to look away from Wanda.

Faint scraping noises sound around the room as Natasha writes something down in your chart, humming in thought. She hasn't touched you, not yet.

"Not long, usually, but you're here for a special reason, aren't you? So it's going to take a bit longer," Wanda says quietly.

You nod in understanding, finally looking down to meet Natasha's eyes. She's holding a speculum. You shudder, backing away. Wanda pins you in place with a strong grip on your shoulders.

"Please, don't. Can you use something else?" You ask. Biting down on your lip, you look at the redhead pleadingly. The last time a doctor used that thing on you, you were hurting for days.

"I don't think there's anything else I can use. I promise I'll be gentle," she tries to reassure you, but you shake your head no, gripping Wanda's hand fighter.

"Please, just use something else. There should be something else, right?" You plead.

Natasha's eyes flicker to Wanda, a silent question swimming in the emerald pools. After a tense moment she gives the younger woman a brief nod. She slides away and Wanda leaves your side, taking Natasha's place between your legs.

Dr. Romanoff takes hold of your face, gaining your attention. "My assistant needs some hands-on practice and this is a perfect occasion, since you're adamant about the speculum. You don't mind her using her fingers, do you?" She rubs your chin gently, coaxing you to agree.

You wet your lips, feeling your pussy clench in anticipation. Natasha's eyes follow your tongue, her pupils dilating. You nod your consent and Wanda wastes no time in spreading your folds open and teasing your entrance. Your hips jolt violently.

"Try to keep still, sweetheart, or we'll have to restrain you." Wanda fingers glide around your folds, barely grazing your clit and you're already drenched and gasping for air. "You're doing good so far, angel, keep it up." Wanda smiles softly, gently easing one of her fingers inside.

You bite back a moan, gripping the cushion below you with all of your strength. Natasha keeps taking notes, occasionally glancing down at your pussy and exchanging quiet words with Wanda.

Wanda's finger pumps into you at a gentle pace, hitting a soft spot deep inside of you.

You didn't even know you could feel that good.

When her finger curls you let out a loud moan. Your hand flies down to take hold of Wanda's, but it's intercepted by Natasha's, who pins you back down with surprising strength.

"You're not allowed to move, remember?" She scolds. You nod dumbly and relax in her hold. She nods in satisfaction and looks at Wanda. "One more."

Wanda obeys and slides two fingers in the next thrust, pushing down on your hips with her other hand. You try not to squirm, but your legs still shake from the way her fingers curl inside you. Your eyes begin to water as your stomach tightens, you feel like you're about to explode.

"How does that feel?" Natasha's whispers against the shell of your ear, her hair tickling your neck.

"G-good, so good," you whine, desperately clutching the chair.

"Mhm," she hums, putting her hands on either side of your breasts, rubbing the skin in soft circles. "You're taking Wanda so well, kotenok. Make me proud and hold it for me, okay?" She asks as her hands cup your breasts, pressing down on your nipples.

You don't have to ask to know what it means, you just shake your head desperately, not daring to touch her. Tears gather in the corners of your eyes, making your vision blur.

"Please, Natasha, pl- ah!" You cry out when Wanda adds another finger, stretching you out deliciously. She thrusts into you hard and fast, making your body move up on the chair. "I can't-" you bite down on your lip, pleading Natasha with your eyes. "Please, let me come."

The doctor chuckles with mirth, rolling your nipples between her defty fingers. "Stop."

Wanda pulls away immediately, making you whimper. You want to cry out, you want to tug her back, but you do none of these things, obediently laying back and waiting for Natasha's instructions.

You pussy clenches around nothing while Natasha takes her time stepping around you and taking Wanda's place, the younger woman coming to stand near your head, wiping her fingers.

"Natasha's gonna take a good look at your pussy, sweet girl, just don't move."

Dr. Romanoff's fingers slide in without any struggle, immediately making you whine and buckle your hips in her hold. She spreads her fingers inside you, opening you up even more and you feel like you're about to burst from the stretch. You moan loudly when she adds a third finger.

"Keep quiet," she says, pinching your inner thigh.

You swallow back moans as she starts circling your clit with her thumb, the added pressure sending shivers down your spine.

"Such a perfect body," Wanda murmurs, trailing her fingers down the length of your torso. "You deserve to be worshiped." She leans down and licks a long stripe from your ribs to the underside of your breast, sucking the tender skin there.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your fingers burying in her brown locks. She hums softly as her arm slides along your waist, holding you tight.

Natasha doesn't waste another second waiting and sets a rough pace, thrusting her finger deep and spreading them with each thrust. "Look at you, malyshka, your greedy pussy is swallowing my fingers," she smirks, bending down to kiss your inner thigh.

"Natasha!" You cry out loudly, your back arching. Lips wrap around your nipple, sucking gently, and you choke on your moan, your pussy clenching around Natasha's slender fingers.

"You're doing good, baby, so good," Wanda mumbles around the pebbled skin, "You deserve to be filled to the brim. Fuck, you'd look so pretty with both of us deep inside you, sweetheart."

Your hips buckle to meet Natasha's thrusts and this time she doesn't stop you. She curls her fingers, hitting a spot you didn't even know existed and you come, your orgasm hitting you hard as spots of white cloud your vision.

Natasha's fingers don't stop moving inside you, if anything she thrusts faster, rougher, your sensitive clit pulsing rapidly.

"We're not done until I say we're done, got it?" She leans down to wrap her lips around your bundle of nerves and sucks, fingers moving inside you with a violent pace.

Wanda releases your nipple with a wet pop and focuses her attention on your neck, teeth leaving purplish marks on the tender skin. You cry out, another orgasm fast approaching and Wanda pulls you into a bruising kiss, your moans disappearing between her full lips as Natasha licks long stripes up your slit.

"You're doing so good, baby. Fuck I want to make a mess of your pretty face, sweetheart," Wanda whines and takes hold of your hand, pushing it past the waistband of her scrubs. You follow her lead and soon your fingers disappear in her wet heat. She gasps and bends to rest her weight on you as you quickly pump your fingers inside her.

Natasha pulls away to admire the scene in front of her, fingers lazily circling your clit before she plunges four of her fingers back inside, stretching you to the brim. Your back arches as you moan loudly, clenching around slender fingers. Wanda comes with you, burrowing her face into your neck as you both come down your high, gasping for air.

Dr. Romanoff presses a kiss to your thigh before gently prying strands of hair away from your face. "We'll have to schedule a follow up appointment, kitten."

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