bookwo_rmy

[bookwo-rmy]

The Monster Within master list

WandaNat x Reader

The reader desperately needs help. She can't control it—the monster. It does what it wants, kills who it wants, without a second thought. She won't let it hurt anyone else.

OR:

An ongoing fic about the reader, Natasha, and Wanda as they explore their lives together. There's fluff, smut, and a little bit of angst (but not when it comes to the relationship).

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I'm too far into this fic to create new posts for all forty-some chapters I've written and then edit them for tumblr, so the links are to my AO3 which is my main platform.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45

[prettyypenguin]

The thought of being railed so fucking hard, but a roommate being home and having to be quiet because they might hear it >>>>

[hapuchika]

And have them rail me even harder until little whimpers come out?

yes please.

[wandasfifthwife-deactivated2024]

honestly—if they held a hand over my mouth or stuck their fingers in my mouth to quiet me?

fuck.

[hapuchika]

Maybe even tie my hands because i definitely have no control over them.

After cumming a few times? gotta tie me up completely cause there's no way im not writhing.

[wandasfifthwife-deactivated2024]

oh definitely. if they don’t they’ll absolutely be digging into their back/arms.

[hapuchika]

I like the way you think.

[bookwo-rmy]

Good to know, my little slut love

[hapuchika]

Okay so

i was being a brat earlier today..

and im sorry for being a brat.

my mommy made sure i learned my lesson..

i will not be a brat anymore.

[bookwo-rmy]

Good girl.

Next time you are considering being a brat, don't forget what happened just prior to that post and maybe think again.

[bookwo-rmy]

Don't Flirt with the Stripper

WandaNat x Reader

When R suggests going to a strip club with her girlfriends, Wanda and Natasha, it was just supposed to a fun evening, but when a stripper starts to get a little too comfortable with R, Wanda and Natasha decide to show R exactly who she belongs to.

Author's Note:

Written for my girlfriend, who can be a little too bratty for her own good.

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It was supposed to be a joke. A way to spend the evening, relax, and have a little fun. And that’s how it went. For a little while, at least.

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I leaned back against the chair, arms crossed as my eyes took in the sights in front of me. The club was dimly lit with soft spotlights on the dancers, the light reflecting off the metal poles.

The music was the perfect mix between sensual and upbeat, and it sent a thrill down my spine as the bass thrummed through my veins.

My girlfriends sat on either side of me, their gazes, however guarded, were traveling over the women on the stage. I didn’t blame them; I was doing the same thing.

I held a glass of scotch in my hand, resting it on the armrest as I watched the show. There was one woman in particular that caught my gaze.

I watched her dance, mesmerized. The way she moved was hypnotic. She caught my gaze and winked, a slight smirk playing at her lips.

I smiled, feeling my cheeks heat under the attention. She did one final move at the pole before walking off the stage, hips swaying with every step. I froze as I realized she was walking toward us.

She stopped in front of us, hands on her hips as she looked down at me.

“I’m Valkyrie,” she greeted. Her voice was low and rasping. That combined with her accent sent a rush of heat to my core.

I gave her my name and she smiled.

“Pleasure to meet you. May I?” she asked.

I nodded dumbly and she smirked.

“Going shy on me, love? That’s alright. I’ll loosen you up in no time.” She moved closer to me, stepping right between my legs. She spun abruptly and folded over, sticking her thonged ass in my face.

My eyes widened and she slowly stood up, moving her hands up her sides as she went. She kept moving, her limbs seemingly knowing exactly what to do to draw the most reactions from me.

I thankfully kept any noises from escaping my lips, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t biting my lip or desperately wanting to press my legs together.

I was so distracted by the woman dancing in front of me that I didn’t notice my girlfriends, each one barely keeping their jealous rage suppressed.

It only took one thing for them to snap.

Valkyrie put her hands on the armrests of my chair and leaned over, giving me a perfect view of her cleavage as she moved. Her face hovered above mine as she smiled mischievously. She made no move to touch me, but that didn’t stop Wanda from abruptly standing.

“Alright. That’s enough. We’re leaving,” she said firmly.

Valkyrie stood up with a frown. “And you are?”

“The person who won’t hesitate to move you out of the way herself.”

Valkyrie raised her hands in surrender. “Fine,” she muttered.

“Wait,” I called, standing abruptly and reaching into my pocket. Valkyrie turned around and I handed her a small wad of cash. “Sorry,” I murmured. “Thanks anyway.”

She smiled. “Anytime.” She gave Wanda and Natasha one last look before walking away.

“Let’s go,” Wanda said, one hand placed possessively on the small of my back as she led me to the exit.

“But Wanda,” I whined, “I was having fun.”

She was suddenly blocking my path.

“See, that’s the problem. You were having too much fun for a woman with two girlfriends.”

“Wait,” I said with a frown. “This is because you’re jealous?”

She scoffed. “Jealous? Of that slut? No.”

“Wanda!” I exclaimed. “You can’t call her that.”

“Too late. Let’s go.” She grabbed my wrist and started pulling me toward the door. I twisted out of her grip and crossed my arms.

“I don’t wanna leave. You said we could come here. You said it was fine!” I protested.

“Mhm. We came, and now we’re leaving. If I didn’t know better, I’d start to think you were looking for someone to replace us.”

“Well maybe, I am,” I bratted. “You aren’t being very nice. I’m going to find Valkyrie.” I turned and started to walk away.

I knew I was digging my grave even deeper, but I wanted to see exactly how far I could push them before they snapped.

Stop. Wanda’s voice in my mind was practically louder than if it were out loud.

I stopped in my tracks.

“I’m going to bring the car around before I do something we all regret. Tasha, take care of this,” she ordered quietly.

Natasha nodded quickly, and Wanda strode away. Natasha turned back to me with an eyebrow quirked.

“Having fun?” she asked.

“Uh-huh,” I replied. “Tons of fun.”

“That’s good because I promise you, the fun is over. Start walking.”

I rolled my eyes and started toward the exit, feeling her walking closely behind me. When we got outside, Wanda was just pulling up to the entrance.

I was about to sit in the back seat, as Natasha was the one who usually sat in the passenger seat, but she shook her head and gestured for me to take her spot.

I frowned but did as directed. As soon as both doors shut behind us, Wanda started driving. She didn’t even spare me a glance, simply keeping her eyes on the road, one hand on the steering wheel, and the other on the gearshift.

“Wanda?” I asked quietly after a few minutes. She didn’t reply and I noticed her jaw tense. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I really didn’t mean it.”

She still didn’t respond, so Natasha spoke up. “She knows that, milen'kiy, but you still broke a rule. Well, a couple of rules.”

I grimaced. “Yeah.”

“Yeah,” Natasha echoed.

The rest of the drive was silent. After Wanda parked in the garage, I took a deep breath to steady myself for what was about to come and entered the house.

Both women were close behind, and I quietly took off my shoes and left them by the door like usual. I turned back to the women and lowered my chin, my fingers laced together in front of me.

There was no point in fighting it anymore. It would only make it worse.

“Look who finally stopped acting like a whore,” Wanda commented casually, hanging her purse up. I winced as the chain hit the metal hook.

I knew better than to respond, so I settled for a tiny eye roll.

That was evidently a mistake.

“Oh, you really are asking for it, aren’t you?” she grinned. “Well, all the more fun for me.”

I was completely and utterly fucked.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

Before I could blink, she had backed me against the wall, her fingers roughly grasping my chin.

“Did I tell you to speak?” she hissed.

I shook my head as much as possible given her firm hold on my chin.

“I didn’t think so. I want you naked on the bed, elbows and knees, ass in the air. Am I understood?”

I nodded.

“Words.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“That’s what I thought. Go.”

I scurried off to the bedroom to follow her command, eager to avoid angering her further. As I undressed with shaky hands, my mind raced with the numerous possibilities of my punishment.

I was soon in position on the bed, my forehead pressed into the covers as I felt my cheeks heat from the humiliating pose.

I heard faint footsteps approach the room and my breathing came to a halt.

There were no words uttered. I saw Natasha retrieve something from the nightstand and out of the corner of my eye I noticed Wanda approach me, a spreader bar in one hand.

I inhaled sharply as she climbed onto the bed, the metal fastening the cuffs softly clanking against itself as she moved.

“Color?” she asked, her tone gentle but still clipped.

“Green, ma’am,” I murmured.

“Good,” she said quietly, and I felt her warm hand rest on my calf. “Breathe,” she ordered.

Realizing I hadn’t let out the breath I’d started to hold, I quickly followed her command.

“I do not want you to speak unless you have been asked a question or you need to safeword.” I nodded.

I watched through my legs as she opened the buckle on the first cuff before fastening it around my ankle. She quickly did the same to the other before securing the width of the bar in the middle.

I felt the bed shift once more as Natasha took Wanda’s place. I recognized the two items in her hand as the bottle of lube and the butt plug they’d been working me up to.

“Fuck,” I murmured without thinking.

A quick hand came down on the back of my thigh.

“Quiet,” Wanda reprimanded sharply.

I nodded into the mattress, and the hand returned to gently rub the area. The bottle of lube popped open, and I felt two fingers covered in the substance gently push at my tighter hole.

I instinctively tensed, and Natasha’s other hand came to rest reassuringly on my lower back. “Easy. We’ve got you.”

I nodded again. The fingers left before I felt something else prod at me. The plug. I inhaled shakily as I tried to relax my muscles.

Natasha slowly pushed the toy into me, and I gasped as I felt the stretch start to burn slightly at the widest point.

It finally slipped into place, and I shifted slightly to adjust to the sensation. It was familiar and still somewhat new, considering I’d never used that particular one before.

“Good girl,” Natasha praised gently, rubbing my lower back before removing her hand. She left the bed and set the bottle back on the nightstand, using a washcloth to quickly wipe her hands.

“On your heels,” Wanda commanded, and I pushed myself up so I was kneeling, my ass against my heels and my palms flat on my thighs.

“Tell me the rules you broke,” she ordered, finally looking at me.

“I talked back, I joked about leaving, and I made fun of your authority.”

“Correct. Natasha and I have decided that you won’t know when your punishment is over until it is. You will wait patiently and take everything that is given to you. Am I clear?”

I nodded.

“I asked a question.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I whispered.

“Very good.”

Natasha moved to kneel on the bed in front of me, a length of rope in her grasp.

“Hold out your hands,” she directed.

I dutifully held out my hands, wrists parallel to each other. She bound my wrists with practiced ease, quickly wrapping the rope around itself in a knot she’d probably tied hundreds of times.

I wiggled against it, testing its hold. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t give. She leaned down to press a quick kiss to my lips.

“Tell me your safewords, milen'kiy.”

“Green, yellow, and red, ma’am.”

“Good girl. And what’s your sign for green?”

I snapped the fingers on my right hand.

“And red?”

I did the same motion but with my left hand.

“Very good. And what’s your color right now?”

“Green.”

She nodded quickly before getting off the bed. I lay my forehead on my forearms, watching the two women through the gap in my legs. They stood for a moment at the base of the bed, simply looking at me.

I squirmed and blushed under their heavy gazes.

“Isn’t she just so perfectly pathetic?” Wanda asked, turning to look at Natasha.

The latter hummed in response with a small smirk.

“Well, the little slut wanted a show, so why don’t we give her one?” Wanda asked.

Natasha didn’t reply, choosing instead to pull Wanda against her body, pressing her lips to Wanda’s in a heated kiss.

I watched as their lips moved against each other’s, their hands groping at the other’s body with desperate urgency. When they finally broke away for air, they used the opportunity to quickly divest each other of their clothes.

My eyes widened as I realized Wanda had been wearing a strap the entire evening. Natasha leaned in for another kiss, but Wanda stopped her with a finger to her lips. She guided Natasha to her knees using the same finger.

I watched Natasha look up at Wanda with the most devastatingly ‘fuck me’ eyes I could even imagine. Wanda tapped Natasha’s cheek, and she opened her mouth obediently.

Without warning, Wanda thrust into Natasha’s mouth in one sudden movement. Natasha gagged around the intrusion, her hands grabbing Wanda’s thighs with a vice-like grip, nails digging indentations into the flesh.

Wanda started slowly fucking Natasha’s throat, watching the woman take her cock like it was the last thing she’d do.

After a minute of that, Wanda pulled back, grabbed Natasha’s throat, and yanked her to her feet. Their lips crashed together once again, and I couldn’t stop the tiny whine from leaving my lips.

They both froze, pulling away to look at me.

“I thought she wanted a show,” Wanda smirked.

“She did,” Natasha replied, voice low and hoarse.

“Well, if it was too much for the poor baby,” Wanda cooed, “then I guess we’d better give her a little attention, don’t you think?”

Natasha hummed.

Wanda strode to the foot of the bed, climbing onto the mattress to kneel at the side of my body

Before I realized what was happening, her hand had met my ass, the smack resounding throughout the room. I jerked with the feeling, causing the plug to shift inside me.

A scream caught in my throat, ending up being released only as a strangled cry.

The hand came down again, and this time I caught the cry a little better, biting down on the rope holding my wrists to muffle the scream.

The hand came down three more times before either of them spoke.

“Don’t hog the slut. It’s my turn,” Natasha rasped. I whimpered, but thankfully, neither of them cared enough to address it.

Natasha quickly knelt across from Wanda, and I soon felt the burning sting of her hand on the other cheek. I jolted at the sensation spreading to a new area, and the plug shifted yet again.

This time, though, it wasn’t a scream that fell from my lips but rather a strangled moan.

“Aw,” Wanda smirked, “does the slut like being used as a little toy to get out our frustrations?”

Natasha’s hand came down yet again, and my cunt clenched as I managed to muffle my moan. Not even ten and I was already feeling pleasure outweigh the pain.

After three more spanks from Natasha, she paused.

“Look at her,” she marveled. “So fucking perfect. She’ll take anything we give her, won’t she?”

“Mhm,” Wanda hummed. I felt her hand grab the base of the plug and tug.

I bit out a groan as she released it. It easily sunk back into me, and I clenched around it.

“Her greedy little hole just sucks it right back in,” Wanda chuckled.

She repeated the action, and I cried out at the sudden rush of pleasure.

Natasha laughed softly, her hand rubbing my lower back like earlier, the soothing action the polar opposite of her rough tone.

“Can I have a taste?” she asked suddenly, looking back at Wanda.

“How could I deny anyone a taste of such a perfect whore?” she laughed.

Natasha grinned and knelt between my thighs. She made brief eye contact before looking back at my pussy.

“Fuck, milen'kiy, you’re dripping!” She licked a stripe up my thigh, following the trail of wetness that had escaped me. I whined softly.

She inhaled, letting out a moan at the scent of my arousal.

“Shit,” she murmured.

That was my final warning before she started in on me like I was her last meal. Her tongue moved through my folds like she was drunk on my taste, and I barely was able to suppress the moans threatening to burst from my lips.

She feasted between my legs, using her fingers to hold me open so she could access the best parts more easily. She appeared like she was moving without thought, simply chasing my taste, but I knew better.

She was aware of exactly what she was doing to me, and she knew I knew it. I felt the orgasm start to build inside me.

“Please,” I whined, fully aware there would be hell to pay if I came without permission.

“Do you need to cum?” Wanda asked, her tone sickly sweet.

“Yes,” I panted, legs trembling under the combined sensations racing through my nerves.

“Hm,” Wanda hummed thoughtfully.

A tiny whimper escaped my lips. They were going to edge me, weren’t they?

“Please,” I cried.

“Alright,” she said, and I paused. Really? It was that easy? “Cum. Now. Cum hard. All over Tasha’s face like the good little slut you are.”

My body seemed to follow her every command without an ounce of input from my brain. It spasmed and tensed as the orgasm slammed into me, tearing its way through my body.

My lungs burned with the effort it took to suppress my screams. I jerked and trembled as the final waves crashed through me, the aftershocks making my breaths staggered and uneven.

My hips thrust back against Natasha’s face as she sucked particularly hard on my aching clit, a gasp tumbling from my lips.

She didn’t stop, no matter how hard I struggled against my restraints. She kept going, her mouth attacking my most sensitive parts as she feasted on my pussy.

I felt another orgasm start to build up, quickly replacing the aftershocks from the first.

I whimpered unconsciously as it wound itself in my core so tightly it would explode any second.

“P-please,” I sobbed. “I… I needta c-cum.”

“Already? Fucking pathetic. Fine. Cum again,” Wanda ordered.

Like the first time, my body listened to her command as the orgasm tore through me.

My back arched and I tried to close my thighs, the spreader bar doing its job to keep them open.

Natasha kept going as I rode out the orgasm. My hips ground against her face, but I had no energy to be embarrassed by the lewd sounds coming from between my legs.

After I stopped cumming, only the occasional aftershock causing my body to tense, Natasha finally, finally stopped and moved back from my body.

I instantly fell limp as the lack of stimulation became apparent. My breathing was shallow, my chest heaving with the effort.

“What’s your color?” Natasha asked gently.

I snapped my right fingers to signal green, unable to force words from my lips.

Natasha climbed around the bed to sit in front of my face, letting her legs fall open. My gaze fell to her pussy, and my jaw dropped a little as I took in just how wet she was. Her folds were slick with arousal, and my mouth watered at the sight.

She scooted closer, placing herself right in front of my lips. I looked back up at her with pleading eyes.

“Go on,” she said, nodding her approval.

That was all I needed before I dove in. I licked and sucked at her like she was the cure to every ailment in my body. I was so entranced by her taste that I didn’t notice Wanda climbing to kneel behind me.

In one sudden movement, she’d sunk the entire length of the strap into me. I choked out a moan against Nat’s pussy as my body lurched forward, the force of Wanda’s thrust enough to shake the bed.

Natasha fisted the hair at the back of my head in her hand, shoving my face back to where it was moments before. I took the hint and immediately started up again.

I only had a few moments to adjust to the size of the strap before she had pulled out and slammed back into me. I could feel every inch of the toy hitting places so far inside me I hadn’t even thought possible.

I moaned and gasped against Natasha, trying to focus on the task at hand without getting distracted by the brutal fucking taking place between my thighs.

Wanda had just pulled back out, preparing for another scream-worthy thrust when I noticed Natasha grab her phone and point the camera at me.

I groaned against her heat and she let out a particularly vulgar moan at the vibrations sent through her core. Just then, Wanda slammed back into me. I latched onto Natasha’s clit in an effort to keep my mouth from emitting any sound, and she screamed at the sudden intensity.

Her thighs trembled around my head and I felt my orgasm build as Wanda continued to pound into me. I hadn’t kept track of how many orgasms I’d gotten from Nat before she was yanking my head back, unable to stand anymore.

I panted and whimpered at the constant sensations forced into my body by the woman between my legs. The plug only added to each thrust, pressing against my insides in the best way possible.

I shook my head violently, the intensity of even just the build-up causing my body to shortcircuit. “No, no, no,” I sobbed. “I c-can’t, I c-c-cant, no, stop, please.”

“Color?” Natasha asked gently, moving her hand from my hair to cup my cheek.

I snapped my right fingers, a choked sob escaping at the realization that I loved the pain. I loved the feeling of being used, of being fucked like a toy with no regard for my comfort.

It was everything.

“Please, I can’t,” I cried again.

“Yes, you can. You wanted to act like a slut, so I’ll treat you as such. Cum. Now,” Wanda ordered.

Once again, my body followed her directive without question.

She didn’t stop moving as the orgasm shattered my nerves, sending fire through my entire body as my body fell limp, the pleasure too much to handle.

She didn’t stop thrusting into me, hands grabbing my hips with a bruising grip as she slammed into me over, and over, and over again.

Tears streamed down my face as I let my body be used.

“Shh, shh, shh,” Natasha whispered. “You’re ok. You’re doing so well, milen’kiy. That’s it. Just relax. You don’t need to do anything except take it.”

And so that’s what I did. I let my body fall limp as Wanda snuck her hand around my hips to paw roughly at my clit, easily coaxing yet another orgasm from my spent body.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I whimpered as she quickly built my body up to another.

“I know. I know. You’re almost done. You’re taking it so well,” Natasha reassured.

As the final orgasm flooded my body, my already limp body did little to respond other than stop my breathing momentarily. As I started to come down from it, Wanda pulled the plug from where it sat inside me. I’d found it less overstimulating if it was removed before the orgasm had left my body.

“Shh, shh, it’s ok. Breathe, baby. You’re ok. We’ve got you,” Natasha said softly.

Wanda slowed her movements to let me breathe, finally pulling out for good after a minute. My mind was blank, lost in the haze of overwhelming pleasure tinged with pain.

I barely noticed as the cuffs around my ankles were undone and the rope around my wrists disappeared. I was moved so I was laying with my head in Wanda’s lap as she gently stroked my hair.

Natasha returned a moment later with a warm cloth to clean the mess between my thighs and another to clean the mess of tears, mascara, and sweat streaked across my face.

“You did so well, my perfect girl,” Wanda praised softly. “There you go. Keep breathing. We’ve got you. Shhhh. That’s it. There’s my good girl. I’m so proud of you, my darling.”

My eyes ached with the effort it took to keep them open and focused on Wanda.

“‘M sorry,” I breathed.

“I know, dorogaya. You’re ok. I’m not upset, alright? I promise. You’re just fine. You’re my good girl, you know that?”

I smiled sleepily. “‘M good girl,” I slurred.

“Yes, you are. Our perfect amazing bestest girl,” Natasha said, finally joining us on the bed. “Sleep, milen’kiy. We’ve got you. You’re ok. Just rest, baby girl.”

I sighed softly and let my eyes flutter shut.

[bookwo-rmy]

Hellooooo

You know.. I have to say.. I think i'm your #1 fan for The Monster Within and all your works

Personally I think your writing is ... really fucking hot

-😳

I thought my girlfriend was my #1 fan but I guess she’s been replaced 😉

[bookwo-rmy]

A Dream you Dream Together is Reality

(Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

The dreams are driving you crazy. Every night, without fail, you have one of them. And yet, each one leaves you spectacularly unsatisfied. Little do you know, you're not the only person with the dreams. What happens when you find the person responsible for them?

OR:

Smut. You fuck Wanda, and Wanda eats you out. There's other stuff like accidental sharing of dreams, Wanda's first orgasm, classic misunderstandings, and such, but it's just smut. Pure and simple. Shameless, plotless porn.

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Why wouldn’t they stop? They were driving you mad, these dreams. They appeared night after night, each one leaving you desperate and wanting.

They were all different, but each shared a few key details.

She was the star of each one, and you would always fuck her. Except that neither of you could ever quite reach your orgasm. It would be there, so close, yet utterly unreachable. No matter what you did, you would wake before it happened, sweaty and aching.

With each passing dream, it became harder and harder for you to look her in the eye. You could barely manage to say hello in passing and forget about trying to have a civil conversation.

Eventually, the rest of the team started noticing the frigidity between the two of you.

Your best friend Loki approached you about it, but you quickly shut down the conversation. He didn’t bring it up after that.

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“Miss Maximoff requests your presence in her suite,” you heard the AI say.

You groaned. “Did she say why?”

“No.”

“Can you ask her why?”

“One moment,” came the cool response. “She needs to talk to you about something.”

You rolled your eyes at the lack of a good response but hurriedly threw on a pair of shoes and headed for the stairs.

Wanda’s floor was right above yours, and the time it took you to climb the stairs was usually quite a bit quicker than the amount of time the elevator took.

You rapped on the door, and it immediately flew open.

“Hi. Hey. You’re here,” Wanda rambled, clearly on edge about the conversation. “Oh, uh, come in,” she gestured, gently shutting the door behind you.

You leaned against the wall and crossed your arms. “What’s up? FRIDAY said you wanted to talk.”

“Yeah.” Her eyes darted around the room nervously. “Did I… like… do something to you?”

“Sorry?” you asked, confused.

She huffed, struggling over her words. “Y-you can’t even look at me. I don’t know what I did. I can’t stand having you hate me all of a sudden.”

“Wands, I don’t hate you.”

She sighed. “Then what is it? Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to hurt you. I’m just struggling right now. And I’ve been having these dreams…” you trailed off.

“Nightmares?” she asked gently.

You scratched your neck uncomfortably. “Not exactly.”

“I have dreams, too,” she said reassuringly, “and no matter what I do, they won’t stop. They’re so vivid and seem so real in that moment, but then I wake up and realize it was all just my imagination.” Her voice sounded almost wistful.

“What are your dreams?” you asked kindly.

She instantly broke away from your gaze, and her cheeks turned crimson. “They’re nothing.”

“The way you describe them doesn’t sound like nothing,” you coaxed.

She glanced back at you, and you couldn’t miss the way her eyes drifted to your lips, just for a second.

An idea came to your mind. “Do you usually keep it this warm in here?” you said, reaching behind you to tug your shirt over your head, leaving you in just your sports bra.

Her eyes instantly trailed down your torso, hesitating at the dips and curves of your toned abs.

“Wanda,” you started, watching her gaze shoot back to yours. You smirked softly and spoke. “I’ve been meaning to ask. You are able to influence people’s thoughts and alter what they perceive as real, no?”

She frowned slightly, “Yes, I suppose that’s the jist of it. Why do you ask?”

“So you could, theoretically, cause someone to dream about something specific?”

“Theoretically, although I’ve never had a reason to do so.”

“What if you did it accidentally?”

She frowned a bit more. “I’m not sure I understand.”

“Can I show you one of the dreams I’ve had recently?”

“Sure. Just focus on the start of it, and it’ll play out from there.”

You nodded, focusing on the beginning of the dream.

“Oh!” Wanda screamed, her hands deep in your hair, her legs straddling your bare thigh. You clenched the muscle under her naked pussy, and she gasped at the sudden sensation. “Fuck, malysh! I’m going to c-cum!” she moaned, grinding against your leg even faster. “Come on, love, look at me when I make you cum,” you directed softly, tilting her chin toward you.

You blinked, letting the present become your reality once again. Your eyes focused on Wanda, who seemed to be on the verge of a panic attack.

Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her fingernails digging into her palms.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she blurted. “I didn’t mean to make you see that, I swear!”

You’d even chosen one of the milder dreams to show her.

“Every night, love. You have one of those dreams every single night, and you’ve never once come to me. Why is that?” you ask quietly.

She froze, shocked by your lack of anger. You leaned back against the wall, waiting for her to snap out of it.

“I-I didn’t want you to hate me,” she mumbled.

“Hate you? Wanda, I get to fuck you every single night. The only thing I wish was that it was real. I do have one question, though. Tell me, why don’t we cum in your dreams?”

“I-I don’t have anything to base it on,” she admitted softly, avoiding my eye.

“Look at me, love,” you said quietly. “You mean to tell me that you’ve never orgasmed before?”

She shook her head, an embarrassed blush increasing the already bright red of her cheeks.

“But you’ve had sex,” you said, and she nodded. “Have you tried on your own?”

She shrugged. “I’m not good at it. I don’t know how, and it feels weird to try.”

“There’s no right or wrong way. You just have to keep trying until you find something that feels good and then keep doing it.”

She shrugged again. “It’s alright. I don’t even know what I’m missing out on, so it’s not a big deal.”

“Wanda, you have those dreams every night. I think it’s a bigger deal than you want it to be,” you said softly.

“There’s nothing I can do about it, so just leave it,” she said, her voice going up in pitch.

In one swift movement, you had her cornered against the wall, one hand propped above her head while the other gently cupped her cheek.

“Can I help you discover what you like?” you asked lowly, your voice almost a growl.

“I,” she squeaked nervously, “I-I haven’t done this with,” she gulped, “a woman before.”

“And I want to teach you. I want to show you just how incredible you can feel. Will you let me do that?”

She nodded shakily, her breath shallow.

“Words, love. Tell me what you want,” you coaxed.

“Show me,” she whispered.

You leaned so close your lips brushed against hers when you spoke. “Good girl,” you growled. Her only reply was a soft whimper.

You pressed your lips to hers, moving your body against hers and slipping a thigh between hers. You gently pressed it against her clothed core, and she gasped at the pressure.

Her head fell back against the wall, and you took the opportunity to attack her neck, kissing and gently nipping at the soft skin. She let out a breathy moan, pushing her hips harder against your thigh.

“There’s a good girl. You like feeling my thigh pressed against your clit? I bet you’re soaking underneath these,” you snapped the waistband of her pants.

She trembled in your arms, her hips grinding against your leg seemingly of their own accord.

“Oh,” she moaned, clapping a hand over her mouth at the vulgarity of the sound.

“Uh-uh, love. I want to hear those pretty noises you make,” you said, gently moving her hand from her mouth.

You grabbed the backs of her thighs and lifted her effortlessly around your waist, and she squealed at the sudden movement.

“No, why’d you stop?” she stammered, looking at you like you’d just dashed all of her dreams.

“I’m takin’ you to the bedroom,” you purred.

You set her down beside the bed and reached for her shirt.

“May I?”

She hesitated.

“You don’t have to,” you were quick to add. “We can stop if you’d like.”

She shook her head vigorously. “No, I just… I haven’t… in a while,” she mumbled.

“It’s alright. Here. Let’s start with this.”

You grabbed her hands and moved them to your bare torso.

“Wanda, I want you to touch me. Wherever you’d like, however you’d like.”

You watched her as she watched her hands move up and down your sides, tracing the dips of your abs but stopping just below your sports bra.

“Do you want me to take it off?” you asked. She looked up at you instantly.

“Yes,” she said quickly. “O-only if you want to,” she added.

You smiled and tugged it over your head, tossing it to the ground.

Her gaze danced between your face and your breasts, and you again grabbed her hands to place them on your chest.

She brushed her thumb over your nipple, and you gasped. You hadn’t realized how turned-on you were.

She pulled back, afraid she’d done something wrong. You were quick to reassure her.

“Do that again,” you directed.

You groaned as you felt the pad of her finger brush over your sensitive nipple.

She repeated it on the other side, and you watched her as she did so, her focus fixed on her action and the reaction you gave to it.

You grabbed her face, pulling her lips to meet hers. You pressed your body against hers, and she moaned softly, your mouth swallowing the sound.

She pulled away and reached for the hem of her shirt. You gently swatted her hands away, tugging her shirt over her head.

“Fuck,” you groaned, taking in the sight of her. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her hands twisted nervously in front of her, and you could tell she was fighting the urge to cover herself.

“Love, you have no idea how wet I am right now,” you said quietly before tugging her to you once again to envelope her lips in yours.

She gasped at your words, and you smirked just a little in satisfaction.

You felt her reach between your bodies and realized she was untying her pants. You pulled away, looking at her in surprise.

Her hands shook as she fumbled with the string of her sweatpants, and you reached down to help. She shoved the pants to her ankles and stepped out of them, leaving her in just her panties.

She quickly pushed those off her body too, and you could tell she was doing it before she lost confidence. You hurriedly discarded your pants and underwear before pushing her back onto the bed.

You lay propped up on your elbow next to her, your hand lazily drifting up and down her torso as you pressed your lips to hers. You entwined your fingers in hers and slowly pushed them down her body.

She froze when she realized what you were doing.

“Do you want me to stop?” you asked, pausing your actions.

“No, no, please,” she breathed.

You continued moving your hands down her body, stopping just before you reached her folds.

“Take a breath for me, love,” you prompted gently, noticing she was holding her breath. She did as you asked, and you hovered her fingers just over her slit.

You released her hand from yours and spoke. “I want you to try.”

She slowly lowered her fingers to her folds and swiped a finger through them, brushing against her clit.

She gasped at the sensation, and you smiled.

“Do it again. Find the spot that feels the best, even if it’s sensitive.”

She explored her folds with her finger, and you could tell when she found her clit. Her core tensed, and she grabbed your forearm with a death grip.

“There you go. Now circle it like this,” you gently moved your fingers on top of hers to show her how.

She moaned quietly as she repeated the action.

“That’s a good girl. Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “’S good.”

“Do you want to keep doing it, or do you want me to help?”

“You! Please, you.” She moved her hand away, and you slipped yours between her legs.

Your fingers gently circled her clit, and she gasped, throwing her head back.

You felt a wave of arousal pulse through you at the sound. Not to mention she looked breathtaking as she writhed under your touch. She was leaving her control at your feet, willing to give every bit of power she had to you.

It was intoxicating to have someone entirely at your mercy, where every brush of your fingers and every word you uttered brought about precisely the reaction you so desired, where every sound they made was for you and only you.

That was what you felt as you gazed down at Wanda, gripping the sheets as her auburn waves spilled out around her head onto the pillow, seeing her face twisted in pleasure as she tried to ground herself in the present.

You continued your motions, gently dragging the slick dripping from her slit and circling your fingertips over the swollen bundle of nerves. As you slipped your fingers back to her pool of wetness, you slowly slid a finger into her tight hole, reveling in the way her back arched off the bed as the most ungodly moans spilled from her lips.

You softly curled the finger inside her before pulling it out again, only to add a second finger. As you worked your fingers inside her, dragging them over the spongey flesh that elicited glorious sounds from her throat, you brushed your thumb over her clit.

She screamed at the sensation, and you slowed your motions.

“No, no, no,” she protested in a whisper. “More, please, faster,” she breathed.

You smiled at her words, doing exactly that.

“Oh! Fuck, fuck fuck! ’S good, so good,” she moaned loudly.

You felt her walls clench around your fingers, and you could tell she was getting close.

“Do you feel it?” you asked.

Her only replies were choked moans and gasps. You took it as a yes.

“Relax, love. Feel my touch. Let it consume you,” you coaxed.

That did it. Her body tensed under you, and her mouth flew open in a silent scream. As the waves passed through her, you could feel her convulse around your fingers, and you slowed your pace to help her ride it out.

As she came down from her high, she opened her eyes and looked at you, her chest heaving. You slipped your fingers from her pussy, and she exhaled softly.

You scanned her face nervously. “Are you ok?”

She breathed out a giggle and nodded. She took a steadying breath as she tried to form words.

“Thank you,” she whispered shakily.

You smiled. “I didn’t just do it for you. I knew you’d be stunning as you fell apart under my touch, but that… shit.” You rolled your eyes to the back of your head to show how incredible it was.

“Did you really like it that much?” she asked quietly.

Instead of replying, you took her hand and swiped her finger through your folds. You knew you were already dripping down your thighs, but you couldn’t care less.

She looked at her soaked finger in surprise. “That… that’s from making me feel good?”

“I told you,” you smirked.

She lifted her finger to her lips, slowly licking your slick from it. She moaned at the taste.

You watched her, your face frozen in a look of stunned arousal.

She bit her lower lip nervously, having sucked every drop from her finger. “You taste good. Can… can I…” she trailed off, reaching her hand toward my heat yet again.

You snapped out of it and threw yourself at her, devouring her lips. You could taste yourself on her tongue, and you groaned. She put a hand on your chest and gently pushed you back.

“No… I… I want,” she took a deep breath. “I want more. I want to taste you more.”

“Fucking hell, Wanda.”

Her face fell. “I can’t?”

You were quick to amend your words. “No, no, you can.”

She smiled happily and reached between your legs to swipe through your folds. Her finger brushed against your clit, and you gasped at the sudden sensation.

Once again, she brought her finger to her mouth, licking and sucking every drop off like a starved woman. As soon as she finished, she quickly repeated the action, but you stopped her before she could do it a third time.

“Wait, no…”

You cut her off. “You can do it the easier way if you’d like.”

Her eyes widened. “I can?”

You nodded, pleased by her enthusiasm.

Before you’d realized it, you were on your back, her head between your thighs. She grinned at you like a mad woman before she attacked your slick.

Her tongue dove between your folds as she drank in your arousal. You gasped, your hands instantly fisting in her hair.

She kept going, groaning at the taste. The vibrations sent shockwaves through you, and you moaned at the feeling.

“Shit, love, fuck!”

Her pace was brutal and unpredictable, and you knew she was chasing after the taste rather than your pleasure. The thought only seemed to heighten the pleasure running through your veins.

And then you felt it hurtling toward you in an oh-so-familiar way. It grew and grew and felt like it would burst at any second.

“Fuck, Wands, I’m c-close. Keep going, fuck, just like that. Good girl,” you moaned. Your praise only made her go faster.

And, it burst. Your release rushed through you like a tidal wave, crashing through your nerves as it overwhelmed any other sensations in your body. It took over your muscles, and your legs started to shake around her head.

You suddenly realized your hands were tight in her hair and tried to relax them, afraid you were hurting her. She whimpered just as you did, and you experimentally fisted them once again.

She moaned against your heat, and you smirked, closing them just a bit tighter. Her tongue lapped at your cum, and you felt the sensations quickly become overwhelming.

You pulled her mouth from you, taking a deep breath as the stimulation ceased. She pouted disappointedly, and you gave her a sympathetic look.

“I’m sorry, love; it was too much. You did so well,” you chuckled.

She smiled happily and licked her lips.

“C’mere,” you growled, tugging her to your lips. You wrapped your arms around her and held her tight, pulling her body against yours as your mouth crashed into hers.

You expertly flipped her underneath you, and she squealed.

“How was that for your first orgasm?” you asked as you hovered above her, grinning.

She giggled. “It was really good. I think I understand why people like sex so much.”

You laughed. “Yeah.”

You collapsed beside her on the bed, taking a deep breath. She propped herself up next to you, watching you eagerly.

“Can we do it again?”

You chuckled, “Just give me a minute first, alright?”

She flopped back beside you. “Oh. Right, ok.”

You felt her eyes on you, and you turned to find her staring at you.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have given you your first orgasm. You’re insatiable!”

She gave you her best puppy-dog eyes. “Please?”

“How about I get to taste you this time?” you said.

[bookwo-rmy]

Spare Batteries

(Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

In the midst of a thunderstorm, your neighbor stops by unexpectedly. Or, just some mind-numbingly fluffy comfort.

———

There was a knock on your front door. You jumped up from where you were sitting in the corner of the room and hurried to open it.

Your neighbor, Wanda, stood on your front porch, already soaked from the short walk to your house. You ushered her in from the rain.

“Hi,” you said.

“Hey. I’m so sorry to bother you, but I wondered if you had any spare batteries. My flashlight died, and I can’t find any new batteries for it,” she explained.

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure I have some extras. Just double A?” you asked, and she nodded.

“Thanks, love. You’re a godsend.”

“Don’t worry about it. This storm is a nightmare!” you said conversationally, rifling through a drawer in your kitchen.

“Do you mind holding this for me? I can’t see a thing!” you said, handing her your flashlight.

She took it, and you finally found the batteries.

Her flashlight flickered to life, and you smiled.

“Thank you…” she started but was cut off by a bright flash of light outside the window.

You clenched your fists at your sides and shut your eyes, preparing for the inevitable boom.

The thunder cracked through the room like a whip, and a scream escaped your lips.

“Hey, woah,” Wanda was quick to say. She grabbed your forearms and led you to the couch, sitting you down. She propped the flashlights to face the ceiling, and a dim light spread throughout the room.

Your breathing was shaky, and you felt a tear slip down your cheek. Your fingernails dug into your palms.

Wanda knelt in front of you, guiding your chin to look at her before taking your hands in hers.

“Look at me, love. Take a deep breath for me,” she guided, and you attempted to do so. It only ended with a tiny sob.

“That’s alright. Try again. Just copy me.”

You tried again, and it was a bit steadier that time.

“Very good. Keep looking at me. That’s it,” she soothed. “Would you like a hug?”

You nodded, avoiding her gaze in embarrassment. She sat on the couch next to you and pulled you to her. She tightly wrapped her arms around you, and you buried your face in her neck.

You clung to her, noticing her fingers draw little figure-8s on your back.

After a minute, you pulled back and quickly wiped the tears from your cheeks. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to stay. I’m fine. I know this is probably uncomfortable for you,” you babbled nervously.

She cupped your cheeks in her hands and looked at you intently. “I’m not leaving.”

“I’m sure you have things to do or something,” you continued.

“There’s a thunderstorm that knocked out the power, love. I don’t have anything to do. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Ok,” you whispered.

“What do you need?” Wanda asked softly.

“Need?”

“Yeah. Do you need a distraction, or cuddles, or food?”

You looked at her curiously.

“Why?”

“Why, what?”

“Why are you offering to do what I want?”

“Because you need support right now, and I care about you.”

“You barely know me,” you said quietly.

“I know that you don’t like to be barefoot outside and keep a pair of sandals just inside the door for that very reason. I know that you refuse to take more than one trip bringing your groceries in from your car. I know that on your way home from work on Tuesdays, you stop for a burger, but only on Tuesdays.

“I know that you are always rushed to get ready for work even though you wake up early enough not to be. I know that you don’t have much of a social life, but you seem content with that. I know that you love Brooklyn Nine-Nine, but you won’t let yourself watch more than one episode at night. And I know that you hate thunderstorms but won’t call anyone to keep you company.”

You froze in shock.

“So now I’m asking, do you need a distraction, cuddles, food, or something else?” she finished.

“Why me?” you asked.

“I suppose that’s just who my heart chose,” she said with a smile. “But I wouldn’t choose anyone else.”

“Distraction,” you whispered.

She smiled even bigger at the word. “Distraction it is. We can play a game, or read a book, or…”

You cut her off. “Kiss me.”

“Or, I can kiss you,” she said, lowering her mouth to yours.

[bookwo-rmy]

One More Stroke of Luck

(Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

In which the reader is dosed with a kind of sex pollen, and Nat helps her solve the problem.

———

With one more stroke of luck Sweet mother of fuck I became a god Sappho by delian

You opened the dusty desk drawer and rifled through its contents, looking for anything useful. Suddenly, a coughing fit consumed you.

“Woah, you ok?” Natasha asked, concerned.

“I’m fine,” you wheezed. “Just a dust bomb.”

“Everything alright?” came Steve’s voice over comms.

“All good,” you replied.

“Come on,” Nat said. “They took everything important. We’re not going to find anything.”

“Just gimme a minute. I have a feeling we’re going to get lucky,” you replied, quirking the corner of your mouth.

Nat rolled her eyes, unable to argue with your luck. It had proven itself time and time again, and everyone knew it was best to let you do your thing.

You shut the drawer and scanned the room. Everything seemed normal, despite the years of dust building up. This was Hydra’s lab from a few years ago, but you hoped to find something to hint at their current whereabouts or plans.

Nat was busy searching a file cabinet. You crossed the room to a framed painting on the wall that seemed extremely out of place for a Hydra laboratory. Running your fingers along the edges, you found a barely noticeable button and pressed it.

The frame clicked and swung out from the wall to reveal a safe. You started turning the dial. You kept going until it felt right before tugging on the handle. The door clicked open.

You reached into the safe to pull out a cube-shaped metal case. You flipped the latch and opened the lid, taking out an empty, sealed vial.

You set the box down but could only hold the glass tube for a few seconds before it started burning.

“Ow, fuck! That’s hot,” you exclaimed, dropping the tube in surprise. It fell, shattering on impact.

Nat rushed over at the noise.

“What happened? Are you ok?” she asked, concerned.

“The fuckin’ thing burnt me!” you replied, sucking on your stinging fingers.

“Was there anything in it?” she asked.

“No,” you shook your head.

“Are you positive? Nothing that could have splattered on you?”

“Nuh-uh,” you replied. “I still want to get a sample for Bruce, though,” you said, taking a small bag from your pocket. You carefully used the plastic to grab a piece of the broken glass and seal it up.

Despite your best efforts, the glass pierced through the bag and drew a drop of blood from the tip of your finger.

“Shit,” you muttered, trying to hide what had happened. There was no need to worry everyone about something that was nothing.

“Did you cut yourself?” Nat asked, hearing you.

“Oh, no, I’m good,” you lied smoothly.

“Ok. Let’s get out of here. This place gives me a weird feeling,” she replied, tugging you to your feet.

The two of you headed back to the quinjet to meet with the rest of the team, who had been searching various places around the base.

You were the last group to rejoin the others, you noticed, taking your seat on the jet.

“Did you find anything?” Tony asked as the jet took off.

“Just an empty vial,” you replied. “It shattered, but we got a piece to test it.” You handed the bag to him.

“Good work.”

“Thanks.” You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. “Clint, can you turn the AC up?”

“Really? It’s already pretty high,” he responded.

“Oh, it’s alright. Never mind.”

Nat looked at you questioningly from her seat opposite you. You shook your head just a little to indicate everything was fine.

You pulled out your phone to see how long the flight to the compound was. Six minutes, it said. That wasn’t too bad. You could lie in your bed with the AC on max soon enough.

You tugged at the collar of your suit. Suddenly, it started to feel suffocatingly tight around your neck. You unzipped it a little and took a deep breath.

You sat like that for another couple of minutes before a clang startled you out of your reverie. You visibly jumped at the noise, and the people closest to you looked concerned.

“Sorry, just surprised me,” you explained. You looked around for the source of the noise. It was just Steve, propping his shield up against the metal wall. Why had it sounded so loud?

You reached a hand up to wipe a bead of sweat from where it was trickling down your temple.

“Are you feeling ok?” came Wanda’s kind voice to your right.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m good. I think I need something to eat,” you replied, flashing her a reassuring smile.

“I have a granola bar. Do you want it?” she asked, reaching into her bag.

“No, that’s alright. I’ll grab something when we get back.”

“If you’re sure,” she hesitated, leaning back into her seat.

“I’m sure. Thanks, though.”

She smiled in acknowledgment.

“Landing,” Clint called from the pilot’s seat, and you breathed a sigh of relief.

After the jet had touched ground once again, everyone started heading inside. You and Nat were the last people to leave. You stood and instantly reached out to steady yourself against the wall.

“I think you should go to the infirmary. You’re super flushed,” Nat said, coming to stand by you. She reached up a hand and held it to your forehead.

You jolted at the contact, immediately pulling away from her touch.

What the fuck was that? Why were all your senses so sensitive?

Nat frowned. “You’re burning up. Come on, let’s go. I’m taking you to the infirmary.”

“Nat, I’m fine. Really. I just need some dinner,” you reiterated.

She sighed. “Alright. But let me at least walk you to your room.”

“I’m fine. Just leave me alone,” you snapped, pushing past her.

She reached out and grabbed your wrist. You clenched your fists in frustration, twisting your arm out of her grip.

“You’re just making it worse,” you blurted before you could think about what you were saying.

“What?” she asked, confused.

You ignored her and stalked off the jet to your rooms.

As soon as the door shut behind you, you tore off your clothes, desperate to remove the uncomfortable, restricting fabric. The next thing you did was crank the AC to high. You sighed as the blast of cool air hit your skin.

Unfortunately, it didn’t do much to quell the aching heat radiating through your body.

You paced the length of the hall, trying to rid yourself of the overwhelming feeling. Frustration consumed you as you tried and tried to identify exactly what you felt.

“Fuck,” you screamed. “Friday, what are my vitals?”

“Your blood pressure is 144/96, your temperature is 99.8 degrees, and your heart rate is 148 beats per minute. Would you like me to send a medical professional to your room?” the AI asked calmly.

“No, no, don’t do that. I’m fine.”

“All of your vitals are elevated. Are you sure you don’t want me to call someone? I can call Dr. Banner if you’d prefer.”

“I said no,” you shouted.

You ran your hands through your hair, still pacing the hallway.

You probably did need food. You walked to your kitchen, grabbed a banana, and hopped up to sit on the counter.

Well, fuck. That was the problem.

Natasha

I rushed to the door, the constant banging becoming frustrating. I yanked it open, fully prepared to verbally berate whoever had disrupted my evening. As soon as I saw her standing there, every word on the tip of my tongue vanished.

She’d haphazardly pulled on a pair of sleep shorts, not even bothering to put a shirt over her sports bra. She was sweating, breathing heavily, and her entire body was flushed.

“Oh my god! We need to go to the infirmary, like right now,” I exclaimed.

She pushed past me into my entryway. She slammed the door shut, locked it and pressed her back against it.

“No,” she breathed. “Please, Nat, you gotta help me,” she whispered.

“The vial. Shit, did it cut you? Don’t lie to me,” I warned.

She held out a finger. On the tip of it was a tiny cut, the area around it painfully red.

“You need a doctor. I am not a doctor,” I protested.

“I know, it’s just—” she groaned, pressing a hand to her abdomen and buckling over.

“Oh fuck,” I exclaimed. “I’m going to call a doctor.” I pulled out my phone.

“No!” she cried, looking at me with pleading eyes. The pain seemed to lessen a bit, and she spoke again, lowering her gaze once more. “I keep trying, but it’s not good enough. Please, Nat, help me.”

“What’s not good enough?” I asked, completely confused. I knelt and guided her face to look at mine.

She sobbed and pulled away from my touch. “You can’t touch me like that, please. It’s torture,” she whispered.

I backed off a little. “What the fuck was in that vial,” I muttered.

“Please, it has to be you. I need you,” she whimpered.

“What’s not good enough?” I asked again.

She shifted, her leg sliding under her. She moaned loudly, crumpling over and clutching her abdomen.

It took her a second before she could speak again. She carefully pushed herself off the floor and looked at me.

“It hurts, Nat. Please, you have to make it stop,” she begged.

Realization washed over me like a tidal wave.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

“Please,” she pleaded.

“No, no, I can’t, not like this. I’m sure Bruce has a cure or something. We can ask him. I-I can’t do that to you when you’re like this. You’re not thinking clearly,” I rambled.

Her body shook with a sob as tears streamed down her cheeks.

I hesitated. “Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Fuck me. Please, Nat, make me cum. It hurts so badly. I need it; I need you.”

———

You tried to keep eye contact with Nat, but the way she was looking at you made it incredibly difficult.

You felt fresh tears make their way down your cheeks, dripping onto the floor. She wouldn’t do it. She wasn’t going to help you.

You collapsed onto the ground in resignation, desperately trying to ignore the raging fire inside your core. You tried to distract yourself. You tried to think of anything but the woman you’d been in love with for ages kneeling in front of you.

“Ok,” breathed Nat. Your gaze shot to meet hers.

Before you could get a word in, her mouth was on yours, her hands exploring every inch of your body.

Her mouth swallowed the scream that flew from your throat. It was so good and so painful. Her tongue licked at your lips, demanding entry. You were nothing but putty in her hands and glad of it.

Her hands, mouth, and eyes exuded control. Your hands clutched at her, grabbing anything you could reach. They landed on top of her hands. You threaded your fingers through hers and shoved her hand down the front of your shorts.

She pulled away from the kiss.

“Please,” you whimpered.

She gently dragged a finger across your clit, and you bucked into her hand. You were so sensitive that just that tiny touch sent you spiraling over the edge.

Your orgasm ripped through your veins, leaving your muscles shaking and your cunt clenching around empty air.

She pulled her hand away from your core and looked at you sympathetically.

“Shit, Princess,” she groaned.

“More, please,” you begged.

She wrapped her arms around you, quickly carrying you to her bed. Before you realized she’d pulled out a knife, your bra, shorts, and panties had been discarded, and the knife disappeared.

She moved onto you, slamming her lips to yours. One hand moved to your breast, roughly toying with your aching nipple, while the other was suddenly plunging two fingers into your dripping hole.

Once again, her mouth swallowed your ragged scream. All it took was one perfect curl of her fingers before your head was thrown against the pillow, electricity burning its way through your veins.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Nat hissed.

Her words only served to send you hurtling through another orgasm. Your cunt convulsed around her fingers as she gently helped you ride it out. She eased her fingers out of you and gave you a quick kiss.

“I’m going to taste you now,” she purred, sliding down your body until she was level with your core. Her eyes drifted to your swollen clit, and her eyes widened.

Before she could do or say anything, your hands fisted in her hair and shoved her between your legs. She groaned, her lips attaching around the painful bundle of nerves.

“F-f-fuck,” you screamed, thrusting your hips into her face. She moaned at the taste of you, and you tumbled into another orgasm. She didn’t stop her movements; she only increased their brutality.

She flattened her tongue against your clit and pushed two fingers into you. Your mouth opened in a silent scream. She coaxed you to yet another orgasm before slowing down.

She pulled her face and fingers from between your legs, and you whined at the loss of her body against yours. She lifted her fingers to your mouth and pressed them against your lips.

You eagerly parted them, allowing her to slip them inside. You swirled your tongue around her slender digits, groaning at the taste of your own pleasure on her skin.

She wiped the slick off her face and licked her lips. She pulled her fingers from your mouth, rolling off of you.

“No, wait,” you whispered, tears rising once again.

“I’m not leaving,” she reassured gently, walking to the closet. She rifled around, pulled out a box, and brought it to the bed.

She made quick work of the packaging and pulled out a strap-on.

“Is this ok?” she asked, watching your reaction.

Your eyes widened at the toy, and you nodded excitedly. Nat smiled. Your shaky hands reached for the buttons of her shirt, but she stopped you, tugging it over her head. Her pants were soon to follow, and you marveled at the sight of her in her simple black bra and panties.

You grabbed her waist, unable to wait any longer, and tugged her back onto your lap. You pulled her face to yours and slammed your lips to hers. She moaned softly at the action, and you squeezed her ass in approval.

Your hands drifted up her back, undoing the hook and pulling her bra off her shoulders. You pulled away to look at her, and your eyes filled with an almost animalistic hunger. You dove at her neck, leaving marks all down her chest.

She pulled away and shifted to the side, tearing off her panties. She quickly fastened the strap to her hips before flipping you over with the ease of a master assassin. She yanked your hips up with one hand, the other going to grip the back of your neck.

You were pulled onto your hands and knees before you felt the strap pressing against your dripping folds.

“You ok?” Nat checked in breathlessly.

“Please,” you whimpered, pushing your hips back against her. The fake cock slipped inside you, and you moaned at the feeling.

“M-more,” you gasped, trying to slam your hips to meet hers.

She pushed a bit more into you just as you shoved yourself backward. You felt the cock slide in, rocking against her, desperate for more.

“I’m not going to be gentle,” she warned. “Tell me to stop if you need to.”

You nodded, and her grip on the back of your neck slid to grab your hips. She pulled almost all the way out of you before plunging it back inside you, pulling your hips to her with the movement.

You screamed as her cock smashed into your g-spot, triggering your orgasm. You felt your muscles tense as if someone had electrocuted you, the pleasure spiraling through your body. Your nerves were on fire, being plunged into icy water, and ripped apart all at the same time.

Just as suddenly as it came, it faded. Your muscles slackened, and you fell to the bed, unable to hold your weight any longer. You lay there, panting and choking back moans.

It was only seconds before you felt it again, that painful, desperate ache in your core.

You whimpered at the sensation, and Nat pulled out of you, flipping you onto your back.

“No, again,” you whispered.

“Are you sure?” she asked, and you nodded.

“Please,” you panted.

She moved so quickly that you barely registered it. You were suddenly lying at the edge of the bed, your legs wrapped around Nat’s waist.

In an instant, her cock was deep inside you, eliciting an earth-shattering scream. You stuttered out moans and choked out cries, gasping the only thing you could think at that moment.

“Nat, Nat, Nat,” you chanted, her name shining like a neon sign in your mind. She leaned over you, her thrusts becoming increasingly faster and harder, and wiped a tear you hadn’t realized was there from your cheek.

“I’m here, Princess. Let go for me. I’ve got you,” she cooed.

Her words were the final straw. If you’d thought that last orgasm was amazing, this one was better than heaven itself.

Your walls convulsed around Nat’s cock, your hands clutching at her wrists like a lifeline. Fireworks exploded in the depths of your body, sending shockwaves screaming through every part of you. No noises would leave your throat, so you resorted to your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your head hitting the bed behind you just as your back left it.

Nat slowed her thrusts, letting you ride out your orgasm. As the final current escaped your fingertips, your body fell to the bed, entirely spent. Your chest heaved with gasped breaths, your muscles shaking violently.

She gently pulled out of you, tossing the strap to the floor.

Your eyes drifted shut, exhaustion creeping through your bones.

“Hey, Princess, don’t fall asleep yet. I need to clean you up, and then we can cuddle.”

You mumbled something incoherently as your breathing evened out.

Nat chuckled softly, “Poor girl.”

She went to the bathroom, wet a washcloth, and returned to bed. She gently wiped you clean before doing the same to herself. After discarding the rag, she carefully moved you to the middle of the bed and flipped off the lights, the lamp on the nightstand just bright enough not to trip over the scattered clothes.

She climbed into bed beside you and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close to her. She nuzzled her face in your hair, letting you relax into her hold.

She kissed the top of your head and whispered, “I love you, Princess. I’ve always loved you.”

———

BONUS CHAPTER

You woke to the sound of a door opening. It took a moment for you to remember the events of the previous night. You shifted, trying to sit up.

You suddenly clutched at your abdomen, hissing at the instant ache.

A figure rushed toward you from the bathroom, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Woah, Princess, take it easy,” Natasha coaxed, crouching beside you.

“Mh-hm,” you hummed, taking a breath as you tried not to move.

“There you go. Are you ok?” she asked gently.

“Yeah. Just sore,” you answered.

“Here you go,” she said, holding out a bottle of advil. She grabbed a glass off the nightstand and handed it to you. “This is fresh, don’t worry.”

You looked at her gratefully. “Thank you. You’re amazing.” You quickly downed the pills. “What time is it?” you muttered, fumbling for your phone.

“It’s eleven.”

“Eleven in the morning?” you asked, dumbfounded.

She nodded, smiling.

“Oh my god! What about the briefing? Steve’s going to be furious with us.”

“Relax. I already talked to him about it.”

You froze. “Talked… about what?”

She made a face. “Not about that, you weirdo! I just told him you weren’t feeling great and that I was making sure you were ok.”

You sighed. “Oh. Right. Of course.”

“I would like it if you could be examined, though, now that the worst of it’s over. I want to make sure you’re actually ok.”

Groaning, you said, “Do I have to? That’d be mortifying.”

“They’re doctors. I’m sure they’ve heard worse.”

“What, worse than me being dosed with a sex drug that made me so goddamn horny that I jumped your bones and kept going until I was so exhausted that I literally couldn’t go anymore?”

She snorted, and you swatted at her arm. “Hey!”

“I’m sorry. But, I mean, it’s kind of funny when you think about it.”

“Not for me! That shit hurt!”

“Fuck,” she mumbled. “I’m sorry. That sounds shitty.”

“Yeah.” Just then, your brain started to catch up with you.

“No, uh-uh. Stop that. I can see the thoughts starting to spiral in your mind. Talk to me.”

You looked back at her nervously.

“I fucked up. I really shouldn’t have made you do that last night. That was really awful of me to do, and I’m really sorry that I pressured you into it. I should’ve just gone to see Bruce or something. I never meant to make you do that, I swear. I-I just wasn’t thinking clearly, but now I realize that was so fucking shitty to do. I’m so sorry. I really value our friendship, and I would never do something intentionally to ruin that. I’m sorry, Nat.”

“Stop!” she blurted, and you shut your mouth. “Just stop. You didn’t make me do anything! I could have made you leave or taken you to a doctor or something, but I didn’t. Now that I think about it, I was really just taking advantage of you not thinking clearly and using it as an excuse to fuck you. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake! I was sobbing on your floor, begging you to fuck me. I don’t think you were taking advantage of me. If anything, I was taking advantage of the fact that you’re too sweet and amazing to do anything other than help me.”

She flopped dramatically back onto the bed and sighed.

“You didn’t take advantage of me. I wouldn’t have fucked you if I didn’t already have feelings for you. The only reason I hesitated was because I didn’t want the first time we did that to be while you were under the influence,” she rambled.

You paused. “Really?”

She sat back up. “Yes, of course! God, how have you not noticed? I love you, Princess, and it just sucks that it all happened like this.”

You couldn’t hide the smile that crept at your lips.

“Can we just pretend that last night didn’t happen and just start over with the whole feelings thing?” she asked.

You snorted. “I’m not sure that I can pretend you aren’t a literal goddess when it comes to eating pussy, but I guess I can try,” you shrugged.

She glanced away but couldn’t quite hide the grin that covered her face at your words.

“You’re giving me too much credit,” she protested. “You would’ve thought anything was good in the state you were in.”

“I mean, we can try it again and figure it out,” you suggested slyly.

“As much as I would love that, and I would love that,” she purred, “your body needs at least twenty-four hours to recover.”

You pouted, moving to sit up. A wince took over your face, and you sighed. “You know what, I changed my mind. I think I probably need a bit of time before we try that again,” you said.

She rolled her eyes at your obvious avoidance of admitting she was right.

“Hey, Nat?” you asked suddenly.

“Yeah?”

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” you asked casually.

Her face broke into a shit-eating grin, which she instantly masked with her best neutral face.

“Hm, let me think about that,” she said. You gave her a look, and she dropped the act. “Alright, alright. Yes, I will most certainly go on a date with you.”

You smiled. “Cool. Cool cool cool.”

She chuckled.

You tried to lean in for a kiss, but the pain stopped you. She noticed and frowned.

You made grabby hands at her, and she scooted closer. You grabbed the front of her shirt and yanked her to your face.

“Hi,” she whispered, her lips inches from yours.

“Hi,” you replied.

“Did you want something?” she asked, smirking.

“Hm, let me think about that,” you said, repeating her words. “I want to kiss you.”

“Oh, do you now?” she teased. “I couldn’t tell.”

“Fuck off,” you whispered.

“You know you love it,” she said, winking.

“Maybe I do,” you breathed, finally pressing your lips to hers.

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Control

(WandaNat x Reader)

When a scene starts to go sideways, R is unable to safeword. Wanda notices and does it for her, but not before a meltdown is triggered.

OR:

Just a whole lot of fluffy meltdown comfort from our favorite girls.

———

It was all fun and games until it wasn’t.

I was practically vibrating, the scene negotiation and buildup only serving to encourage the excitement chasing the blood through my veins.

I was spread out on the bed, my wrists tied to the headboard and my legs locked in a spreader bar.

Wanda approached the side of the bed, holding the silk blindfold.

“What’s your color, angel?” she asked.

“Green, Mommy,” I replied quickly.

“Good girl.” She knelt on the bed and fastened the blindfold over my eyes. I heard Natasha come up to the other side of the bed. Something happened that I couldn’t see, and Wanda said, “Thank you, Tash.”

“I’m going to put the headphones on now,” Wanda said. “Remind me of your safewords?”

“Green, yellow, and red,” I replied without thinking.

“Very good. Are you ready?”

I nodded, but nothing happened. “Yes!” I blurted, realizing my mistake. “Green, Mommy, I’m ready.”

I felt her place the headphones over my ears, and suddenly, all sound vanished. I inhaled slowly, trying to steady my pounding heart.

The anticipation was killing me. I hadn’t felt anything yet, and not knowing what was going to happen next was a little terrifying. I trusted the women with my life, but I was still nervous about what they had planned for me.

Finally, I felt a ringed hand gently land on my inner thigh. Wanda. I jumped slightly at the unexpected sensation but soon relaxed.

She massaged my flesh but, after a minute, abruptly removed her touch. I accidentally whined and tensed as I realized it.

A scream launched from my throat as a hand came down harshly against my bare pussy, one of the cool metal rings landed directly on my already achingly sensitive clit.

I strained against the restraints, desperately fighting the spreader bar to shut my legs.

My body was tense and on edge, waiting for whatever would happen next. I was surprised when something similar to a feather started drifting up my thigh, over my mound, and between my breasts.

I squirmed against the ticklish touch and was rewarded with another smack to my pussy. This time, I didn’t scream. Or, rather, couldn’t. No sound would leave my mouth.

My body calmed a bit following the hit, but my breathing sped up. The feather-like touch started up again, but I couldn’t keep myself from writhing under it.

My entire self tensed as I awaited the expected spank, but it didn’t come, and I didn’t relax. I couldn’t stop writhing, terrified as I tried to brace for something I didn’t know was going to happen.

I was on the verge of hyperventilating, my eyes starting to well with overwhelmed tears.

I tried to speak. I tried to say the word, but it wouldn’t work. No sound came from my mouth other than my own panicked breathing.

My body trembled as I waited for something, anything. But nothing came. My head shook from side to side, less as a means of communicating and more because I couldn’t stop it.

The next thing I knew, the headphones were removed, and a rush of sound flooded my ears. It wasn’t that the room was loud; quite the opposite, actually. The things I heard were small, like the sound of the heater blowing air into the room, the distant washing machine running its cycle, and the barely there buzzing from the overhead light.

“What’s your color?” Wanda asked gently.

I opened and shut my mouth, trying to speak, and my mind flashed to the image of a fish as it opened and shut its mouth.

Just like the fish, not a sound left my lips.

“I’m calling red,” Wanda said, and I instantly heard the sound of movement. The bed shifted, and Natasha removed the blindfold. I blinked in the bright light, trying and failing to focus on any one thing.

Wanda easily untied my wrists, and Natasha opened the spreader bar.

The instant I was free, I ran.

I almost fell off the bed in my hurry, but I quickly recovered myself.

“Angel, wait!” Wanda called, but I was in no state to reply.

I let my legs lead me to my safe place. The bathroom. The one place I could lock the door and not be bothered.

Once inside, tears started streaming down my face. I heard voices from outside the room, but I was too far gone to pull myself out of the spiral and listen.

I paced the length of the small room, my hands shaking violently in the air.

I couldn’t breathe. My lungs were stuck, glued shut with uncontrollable emotion.

After a minute of pacing, my hands were starting to ache, and I realized what I was going to do. Trying to stop it, my fingers threaded into the hair on the back of my head and fisted around it, the pain barely fazing me.

Something banged against the door. Startled, I whipped around to face it. Nothing else happened, and I was once again lost in the ever-shrinking walls of my mind.

I couldn’t stop it forever. My hands left my hair and balled into trembling fists. With one sudden movement, they banged against the sides of my head.

Instantly, shame and mortification flooded my thoughts.

Why can’t I keep myself from hurting my body? I’m not a child! Control your goddamn hands!

I did it again.

It’s all too much.

I did it again.

I want it all to stop.

I did it again.

Stop it.

I did it again.

Control yourself.

I did it again.

STOP, STOP, STOP!

“Angel!” Wanda exclaimed, instantly grabbing my attention.

I shook my head quickly at the sight, backing away from her until my back hit the wall. I sunk to the ground and pulled my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them and gripping my forearms with a bruising strength.

I rocked back and forth, trying to pretend Natasha hadn’t just broken the doorknob to get to me.

My knuckles were pale as I dug my fingernails into my skin, the pain a slight relief. It was the only way to keep my hands under control.

Natasha knelt beside me, still being careful to keep a bit of distance. She was holding my headphones.

“I’m going to put these on you. They’re playing the playlist.” She gently placed them over my ears, and I felt a minuscule bit of calm return to my mind at the music. I knew she was talking about my playlist, the one that always helped me during a meltdown, shutdown, or sensory overload.

She backed up a bit and sat across the room from me, legs propped up. She didn’t make any move to speak or calm me, simply choosing to be there.

I hadn’t even realized Wanda had left the room until she returned holding my blanket. It was the one I’d had since I was a kid, the one object that had, without fail, comforted me through the roughest times in my life.

She handed it to me. I grabbed it with jerky movements, my entire body still tensed up. My hands released my forearms and moved to the blanket, gripping it as hard as I could.

I kept rocking, back and forth, back and forth, the movement slowly starting to become less violent. I avoided looking at either of them, choosing to focus on a fuzz on the bathroom floor, the sight blurry through my tears.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed. It could have been minutes or hours, and I wouldn’t have a clue. I was lost in my overwhelm, trying not to think about much of anything.

I knew both women were still there, neither of them leaving as they continually stayed with me.

I finally stopped crying, laying my head on the blanket. I was barely rocking back and forth anymore, my muscles finally weakening.

It took a bit for me to be confident that starting to let them in wouldn’t send me spiraling once again, but when I was sure, I moved one of the sides of the headphones off my ear.

The music was still playing in my other ear, and that was enough to keep me reasonably calm.

“Hi,” Natasha whispered.

I glanced at her for a millisecond before looking away. Just enough that she knew I heard her.

“I’m glad you’re coming back,” she said softly. “Let’s think about what we can do to make you comfy.”

I nodded into my blanket.

“I’m guessing you’re exhausted,” she said, “so how about we get you in bed?”

Another tiny nod.

“Do you want me to pick you up?”

I looked at her quickly and nodded again.

She gently carried me to the bed and laid me down. I scooted myself up, so I was sitting against the headboard, my blanket still firmly in my grasp.

“Can Mommy get a washcloth and clean your face a little?” Wanda asked.

I nodded. My face felt disgustingly icky, tears and snot mingling in sticky trails down my cheeks.

She returned a moment later with a warm washcloth, wiping my face with the most gentle touch she could muster. When she was done, I pointed shyly to the tissue box on the nightstand.

She immediately grabbed it and offered it to me. I blew my nose and went to put the used tissues on the nightstand, but she stopped me, holding out her hand.

I gave them to her, stunned she would do that for me. She discarded them and sat beside me again. I removed my headphones completely and set them aside. Natasha was hovering by the side of the bed, unsure what to do.

“Tasha, sweetheart, can you turn down the lights, please?” Wanda asked quietly. Natasha immediately jumped into action.

I let out a breath as the harsh overhead lights stopped buzzing, and the lamp on the nightstand was switched on. One less stimulus. Well, two, if you consider the brightness.

I held my body tightly, the pressure somewhat grounding.

“Angel, baby, can I hold you?” Wanda asked. I glanced at her before nodding. She scooted back until she was almost against the headboard before pulling me into her lap. Her arms wrapped around my torso, the squeeze more reassuring than anything.

She rocked me back and forth, and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Natasha climbing onto the bed beside us. She started singing something softly in Russian. 

Спи, младенец мой прекрасный, Баюшки-баю. Тихо смотрит месяц ясный В колыбель твою. Стану сказывать я сказки, Песенку спою; Ты ж дремли, закрывши глазки, Баюшки-баю.   (Sleep, my dear, beloved baby, Bayushki bayu. Silently the crystal moon shines On your cradle blue. Fairy tales I’ll start to tell you, Songs I’ll sing you too; Eyes are closing, drift to sleep now, Bayushki-bayu)

I let the sound float into my mind, tuning out anything but it. It was hauntingly beautiful, and Natasha’s voice only made it sound even more soothing.

I looked up at her in awe. I had no idea she could sing. She smiled softly, the lyrics still falling from her lips.

“Sleep, my darling. Mommy’s got you. You’re safe,” Wanda cooed quietly.

“Mommy,” I murmured, nuzzling into her.

“I’m here. You can rest now.”

I sighed softly and let Natasha’s song lull me to sleep.

[bookwo-rmy]

Inanna's Tears

(Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

You despised working with the Avengers, so when you were paired with Wanda Maximoff for the mission, you were anything but excited. Her constant cheeriness and naivety was beyond frustrating. The mission was intel gathering only. You needed to figure out what drug they had created and were planning to distribute. Only, the effects of that drug were nothing like either of you had expected.

OR:

Shameless smut involving sex pollen, enemies to lovers, and sharing a bed.

———

You hated being assigned to missions with the Avengers. Any of them, really. Most of them were only Avengers because they had powers, not because of any extensive training or knowledge.

It was frustrating, to say the least, to have people join your mission, tell you what to do, and believe that their way was best despite all evidence pointing to the contrary.

So, when Wanda Maximoff was assigned to your covert mission to gain intel on one of the biggest drug manufacturers in the tri-state area, you weren’t exactly thrilled about it.

 “Why?” you exclaimed. “I’m perfectly capable of doing this on my own. You know that.”

“To put it bluntly, you need backup, and who better to get that from than an Avenger?”

“But—”

“I’m sorry, Agent, but this is not up for debate. You will be working with Ms. Maximoff for this mission. I’d suggest you spend some time with her beforehand, working out the details. Both of your roles are found in your briefing files. Dismissed.”

Knowing better than to push it further, you stood up and exited the room to make your way to the nearest restroom. As soon as the door latched shut behind you, you locked it, silently thanked the soundproofing job the agency had done, and screamed at the top of your lungs.

There was something about Wanda that made her irresistible to everyone but you. She was kind, sweet, generous, and more, but maybe that was exactly why you couldn’t stand her. It was all too much to the point where her innocence and naivety bordered on frustratingly fake.

You sat in a conference room with her a few days later, discussing the mission and your roles.

“Everyone will already recognize you,” you said, “so we’re going to work with that. I’ll pose as a high-standing individual with the one and only Scarlet Witch as my bodyguard. I’ve already got some connections with this particular circle of crime, so there shouldn’t be much doubt as to your legitimacy. Make sense?”

“I guess, yeah,” Wanda said with a smile. You had to force yourself not to roll your eyes.

“The event is supposed to demonstrate their newest drug, but they’ve kept all details under lock and key, so we won’t know exactly what we’re dealing with. All we know is that talk of this new creation has been circling for quite a long time, and expectations are high. It can’t be anything good.”

She nodded her agreement.

“The agency has booked us a room at the hotel where all the guests will be staying, which helps with our cover. Any questions?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Great. Then I’ll see you in a few days.” You stood abruptly and started toward the door.

“Wait,” Wanda called, and you internally groaned.

“Hm?” you asked, turning to face her.

“Do you already have your look ready? It’d be nice if I could match some part of my suit to it.”

“I’ll have someone send you something to wear.” Before waiting for an answer, you strode out of the room.

The day of the event arrived, and you paced the length of your room, waiting for when you would leave. Your watch buzzed, and you glanced down. It was time.

Grabbing your overnight bag, you headed to the lobby, where you’d get in a limousine headed for the hotel.

When you stepped out of the elevator, a head of auburn hair turned your way. You hated to admit it, but she looked stunning. She wasn’t dressed for the event yet but still wore a professional-looking suit that went with the role of bodyguard.

Your gaze flitted over her body as you approached her.

“You ready?” you asked.

“Mm-hm,” she hummed, smiling.

You rolled your eyes as soon as your back was turned to her. She followed you out of the building. You paused outside the limo, knowing that the second you set foot inside, you would no longer be you. You would be Vivian Blythe, the woman with money to spend and a wavering sense of morality.

The drive to the hotel was quiet, and you suspected both of you were nervous about the mission. Once you’d checked into your room, you had a few hours before the event started.

You quickly swept the room, checking for anything that shouldn’t be there. After deciding it was clean, you took in the room itself. It was nice, but you couldn’t help but notice only one bed.

Wanda seemed to notice it right when you did.

“Do they expect me not to sleep?” she asked incredulously. “I’m still human.”

“I guess you should keep your cover by standing guard tonight,” you said casually, starting to unpack.

“What?” she asked, stunned.

You shrugged. “If they expect you to keep watch tonight, it’d be suspicious if you didn’t.”

She didn’t reply.

You spent the rest of the time getting ready, and thankfully, she wasn’t in much of a conversational mood.

When you finally finished pulling on your dress, you exited the bathroom and found Wanda watching you.

“What?” you asked defensively.

“Do you want help with your hair?” she asked softly.

“No,” you said curtly.

“Ok. Can I at least help you zip your dress?”

You sighed, fully aware you couldn’t do it yourself.

“Fine.”

She moved behind you, and you pulled your hair to the side. Her fingers brushed against the small of your back, and a chill ran up your spine.

A little while later, you were both ready to leave. Despite every effort not to, you couldn’t help but admire her figure. She looked absolutely stunning in her suit, and you felt a misguided twinge in your core.

You arrived at the event and walked in. All eyes turned to you as the massive double doors swung open. You gave a narrow glare to the people closest to you, and they instantly looked away.

Someone approached you, and you looked in their direction.

“Well, if it isn’t the lovely Vivian Blythe!” the man exclaimed, going in for a quick cheek kiss.

“Georgie,” you greeted.

He glanced behind you.

“It’s true,” he said in awe. “The Scarlet Witch.”

You smiled indifferently.

Georgie stepped around you to stand in front of Wanda. He took her chin in his hands and tilted her face so he could take a look at her.

You shouldn’t have cared. She was playing a role, and she knew what came with it.

You grabbed his wrist and moved it from her face. “Uh-uh. She’s mine.”

He held his hands in an exaggerated surrender. “Apologies, my dear.”

You nodded your head in acceptance of his apology.

“Forgive my asking, but would she do something for me? A demonstration, if you will.”

You paused, thinking. Since the man’s head was turned, Wanda gave an almost imperceptible nod.

You turned to her. “Tell me what he’s thinking right now.”

Georgie started to protest, but Wanda’s eyes flashed crimson as she reached into his thoughts.

“He’s thinking about how my lips would feel wrapped around his cock,” she said, unbothered.

“Was that enough of a demonstration for you?”

Georgie started sputtering, “W-wait, that’s—that’s not wh…”

You smirked. “You asked.”

His embarrassed defenses were cut off as someone’s voice rang out over the speakers.

Every head turned to the stage, where a man stood holding a microphone. It’d be hard not to recognize him. He was the notorious Alec Walters, head of the Walters crime family. They mostly dealt in drugs, occasionally dipping their toes in money laundering.

“Welcome!” he boomed, and the crowd burst into applause. He held up a hand, and they fell to silence.

“I am so very excited for our presentation tonight,” he started. You grabbed two glasses of champagne from a nearby waiter, handing one to Wanda. She might as well have a little alcohol, considering the crowd you had to endure. She quickly chugged the glass.

You turned your attention back to Alec.

“It’ll begin shortly, so please grab a glass of champagne and enjoy yourselves until then.”

Applause quickly started roaring.

You started to make your rounds. You only knew a few people, having only attended a few of these parties with your cover.

After your third conversation, you’d finally finished your glass, and a hush fell over the attendees. You looked toward the stage, where Alec Walters stood, holding a vial of what appeared to be nothing.

“This, my esteemed guests, is Inanna’s Tears. My scientists have been working for years to create this glorious substance. It is clear, odorless, tasteless, and a single drop will cause all the effects you desire. It takes at least an hour to begin working, but once it does, I assure you, you’ll think of nothing else. We’ve administered it to some test subjects earlier in the evening so that you may observe the effects firsthand.”

He took a step back to let two people walk onto the stage. Or stumble, rather. Both of them were obviously inebriated. They clung to each other, desperately tearing at each other’s clothes as they attacked the other’s mouth with their own.

The crowd murmured in confusion, waiting to realize what exactly the effect was. Once the subject’s clothes were of no issue, the man inserted himself into the woman. They both seemed to instantly relax into each other. The woman let out a scream of pleasure despite neither of them even moving an inch.

Then, they did start moving. It was like nothing you’d ever seen. They moved with such lust and carnality you’d think they’d finally snapped after years of tension.

“These two lovely participants met earlier this evening,” Alec said, and a hush fell over the crowd. “What my drug does is create such an intense craving that you feel it throughout every inch of your body. You think of nothing but fulfilling that need, filling that hole in your core being. And once you do, well, there’s no describing it. You’ll just have to experience it. Which, in fact, brings me to the next part of my speech.”

He paused for dramatics, and the crowd held bated breaths as they waited for him to continue.

“In about half an hour or so, you will begin to experience Inanna’s Tears for yourselves. That is if you’ve indulged in a glass of champagne tonight.”

He let the silence speak for itself.

You froze, taking in the realization of his words.

He’d dosed everyone.

“You’re welcome to stay and continue to enjoy the festivities with anyone else that wants to, but if you don't, I’d suggest you head back to your hotel rooms for some privacy. Have a wonderful evening and good night.”

He set down the microphone and left the stage.

Every person in the room started talking at once.

You turned to Wanda, whose eyes were wide with shock.

“What do we do?” she asked quietly, and you could only understand her from her lips moving.

“Leave. Let’s go,” you said sternly, starting toward the exit. You found yourselves pressed against the horde of people also exiting. As you glanced around, you noticed a group of people that stayed in the main room slowly starting to mingle with one another.

After you finally made it out of there, you looked around to realize Wanda was nowhere to be found.

Assuming she’d head back to the hotel room, that was where you started toward. It was a seven-minute drive to the hotel, and it had already been a while trying to leave the event as it was.

You finally got to your room and pressed the keycard against the lock. It clicked open, and you quickly shut it behind you, sighing a breath of relief as you leaned against the door.

You opened your eyes at the sound of heavy breathing. Grabbing your knife from where you’d sheathed it under your dress, you round the corner. Wanda sat on the edge of the bed. Her tie was tugged loose, the top few buttons undone on her untucked shirt, her jacket long gone, and her hair let down.

You were about to ask her if she was ok when you realized you didn’t care all that much. Tossing your knife on the bed and your shoes in the corner of the room, you grabbed a bottle of water and chugged it.

Realizing she was staring at you, you turned to face her. “What?” you snapped.

She didn’t reply, nor did she look away. Her cheeks were flushed, and sweat was starting to shimmer at her hairline.

“Get off my bed,” you ordered. “I’m going to sleep, and you’re keeping watch, remember?”

She still made no move to reply or do as you directed.

“Oi,” you barked, lightly slapping her cheek to snap her out of it.

She grabbed your wrist with an iron-tight grip.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” she said, her voice low and rough.

You froze at the complete change of character. A rush of heat flooded your cunt.

You stared at her for a minute, and it finally started. It felt like nothing on earth. An ungodly and animalistic lust overtook your body. You exhaled.

Wanda smirked, and you shivered at the cruelty stretching her lips.

“Come on, leave,” you said, but it only sounded whiny and pathetic.

“No,” she said, her tone that of quiet dominance.

Trying to reason with her would be futile, so you shut your mouth.

You noticed your breathing start to quicken, and the urge to shed every piece of your clothing consumed you. You squirmed on the spot, trying to rid yourself of the ache emanating from every nerve.

“You feel it now, too,” she stated.

You tried to force yourself to stand still, unsure how she was sitting perfectly still. Just as that thought crossed your mind, she stood and quickly erased the space between you.

She stopped just before you, her body radiating heat. You could smell her perfume, faint but still there, a musky rose scent filling your mind with nothing but her.

She inched closer, and her normally sparkling green irises, now almost gone, disappeared under the darkness of her pupil.

The back of her hand brushed against your cheekbone, and a heat ran down your spine.

“We can’t,” you breathed, and she tilted her head curiously.

“Why not?” You could feel her warm breath ghosting along your lips as she spoke.

“We shouldn’t,” you amended.

“Why not?” she repeated.

“I…” your mind chose that moment to go blank.

She smiled condescendingly. “Be a bad girl for once in your life, and fuck the rules.”

You nodded dumbly.

She moved in an instant. You were suddenly slammed against the wall as her knee slotted between your thighs. She smashed her lips to yours, and it was better than anything you had imagined.

Not that you had imagined kissing her, of course.

The drug intensified every feeling coursing through your veins, leaving a blissful desire seeping into every pore in your skin. You writhed under her grip as her tongue slid into your mouth, and she pulled away.

Whining at the broken contact, she lightly swatted at your cheek.

“Stop fucking squirming,” she hissed. You looked at her in shock, clearly not expecting her to slap you, no matter how lightly.

She pressed her thigh against your achingly sensitive clit as she repeated her order.

“Ok, yes, fuck!” you gasped, desperately trying not to wriggle against her thigh.

She stared at you for a moment, and you paused nervously.

“I had a hunch, but I wasn’t sure,” she commented casually.

“What? What hunch?” you asked quickly.

“Oh. All you desperately and deeply want is to be told what to do.”

Your jaw dropped a little at the blatant assumption.

In that moment that you hesitated, she took a step away, leaving you to stumble and catch yourself before you collapsed.

“Undress me,” she ordered. You lunged for her shirt, tossing the tie somewhere in the distance and starting to work your way down the buttons. When you’d made it almost halfway, you stopped and yanked it over her head.

At the sight of her lace-covered breasts, you froze.

“Did I tell you to stop?” she asked quietly.

You quickly continued, discarding the bra and tugging the pants and underwear down her legs.

Once you’d finished, you stepped back to admire her.

She was absolutely stunning. Her hair drifted down her back as some of it cascaded over her collarbone. Her nipples were perked with arousal as you moved your gaze down her torso.

Past her gorgeous abs, your eyes landed on the space between her legs. You licked your lips at the sight before forcing your gaze to hers.

“Please, I want to taste you,” you blurted.

She smiled, pleased. “Let’s get your clothes off,” she said.

You tried to do so but stopped suddenly.

“I-I need help,” you breathed, turning to show her the zipper of your dress.

She laughed softly and stepped closer to you. Pulling your hair over your shoulder, you felt her fingers brush against your skin. A shiver ran through you as you gasped quietly, your nerves already on high alert.

Once she finished, she set her hands on your hips and turned you to face her. Her hands found the straps of the dress and pulled them off your shoulders as her lips met yours.

You moaned softly into her mouth, and she groaned. You felt the dress fall to your feet, and she pulled back. Her eyes roamed your body. You shoved your underwear down and stepped out of the fabric spread around your ankles.

She turned her back to you and climbed onto the bed. You watched the irresistible movement of her hips as she crawled further up the bed, and the sight of her already-wet pussy was enough to draw a soft whimper from your lips.

She lay on her back, propped on her elbows as she spoke.

“You wanted to taste me?” she said lowly.

“Yes, please, I do,” you hurried.

She let her knees fall apart.

“Go on, then, make me cum.”

You scrambled between her legs and met her gaze quickly before moving it to her glistening folds.

There was a moment of admiration before you dove at her. Your tongue moved without restraint, licking as much of the wetness as you could.

You moaned at the taste of her on your tongue, and you flattened it against her clit. Her hips thrust into your face, and you pressed back into her, urging a repeat of the action.

“Oh, fuck,” Wanda moaned, her hands somehow finding their way into your hair. She roughly tugged at it, and you groaned against her heat in response.

You explored everything that made her gasp in pleasure, finally deciding what she enjoyed the most.

You flattened your tongue against her folds again and grabbed her hips. Tugging her toward your head, she moaned at the feeling of your tongue pressing against her clit.

Her hips rocked against your face, and you moaned at the feeling. She rode your face like a madwoman, and you could tell she was getting close. Her clit throbbed against your tongue, and you tensed the muscle against her nerves.

She screamed at the sudden increase of sensation, and her hands tightened in your hair. You moaned at the sharp ache, and the vibrations sent her over the edge.

Her thighs clamped around your head as her hips came to a stuttering halt; you relaxed your tongue against her, still trying to gather the cum that leaked out of her hole.

Her body finally collapsed around you, but you didn’t pull away. She tasted like heaven, and you weren’t ready to give it up just yet.

“Mmh-hgm,” she groaned, pulling your lips from her sensitive flesh.

You whined at the loss of her body against your face, and she grinned lazily.

“That good, huh?”

You moaned in reply.

“Come here,” she muttered, grabbing your chin and yanking you to her level. Her lips met yours in a clash of tongue and teeth.

She expertly maneuvered you underneath her. A hand drifted between your legs, which you happily parted. A gasp fell from your lips as she brushed her fingers against your clit.

“That’s it, Draga, relax. Let yourself feel it. Don’t resist.”

You hissed as she roughly pressed her thumb to your aching clit. You felt a finger dip between your folds, collecting the wetness before dragging it over your clit. She repeated that, swiping her finger back and forth before finally pushing the finger into your dripping pussy.

You gasped and clenched around her finger. She pulled it out and added another one, letting you adjust for half a second before curling them inside you.

A choked scream erupted from you at the sudden rush of pleasure, and she smirked, repeating the action. Her movements sped up, and you started approaching the edge of your orgasm.

“W-Wanda, I-I,” you stammered, the pleasure consuming every cell in your body.

“I know, baby girl. Cum for me.”

Her directive sent you spiraling over the edge. The orgasm crashed through you as the sensations flooded your veins. They kept coming as she continued moving her fingers inside you. Once she’d coaxed every last wave of pleasure out of you, you fell against the mattress as she pulled her fingers out.

“Fuck,” you muttered.

“Look,” she ordered, and you followed her gaze. “I’ll feel everything this does,” she said, and you gasped at the sight. She’d magicked herself a cock. The red wisps of her power moved and shifted as she did, but without leaving its formation.

You looked back at her and grinned, nodding eagerly.

“Beg,” she said harshly.

“Please,” you breathed. “Please, I need your cock inside me so bad. It hurts, Daddy. Please fuck me with your big cock. I want you to fuck me so good, please.”

Her gaze grew devouring as she lunged for you. She nipped and sucked at your breasts, and you felt her cock rubbing against your upper thighs.

Without thinking, you wrapped your fingers around it.

She groaned loudly.

“Shit, Draga,” she whispered.

“Fuck me,” you whispered back.

You lined her cock up with her entrance, watching her eagerly.

She went slowly, letting you adjust. She pushed in, inch by inch, her face twisted with growing pleasure. You clutched at her back, arching off the bed as you desperately searched for more.

“P-Please, Daddy, more,” you begged quietly.

She thrust the last few inches into you, and you screamed at the sudden explosion of pleasure.

“Fuck,” she moaned as she bottomed out.

“M-Move,” you gasped. “Fuck me.”

She did.

Her hips pulled away from yours, only to slam back against yours with a ferocity you hadn’t known she possessed. Her hand reached between your bodies, pushing her thumb against your clit. You screamed again, feeling another orgasm start crashing toward you.

You clenched around her as she smashed into you again.

“F-Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she moaned loudly.

“I-I’m gunna c-cum, please,” you panted as your fingernails dug into her shoulders.

“Not yet,” she ordered.

You whimpered at her denial, her cock pounding against your sensitive walls with a cruel fierceness.

You felt her thrusts start to stutter. She was close. You clamped around her cock as hard as you could, desperate for her to cum.

She screamed as she came. Somehow, you felt her squirt straight through the cock into your pussy. You instantly came at the warmth flooding your spasming cunt.

Your mouth opened in a silent scream as you arched off the bed, your head smashing against the pillow.

She slowed her thrusts, and you collapsed against the mattress.

“Fuckin’ hell,” you breathed.

She fell off of you onto her back, equally spent.

“Inanna’s Tears,” she muttered, and you looked at her. “Where can I get some more? That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

You sighed softly and fell back, letting your eyes drift to the ceiling. It was just the drug. Nothing more.

“Yeah,” you mumbled.