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I DON'T LOOK AT MY BESTFRIEND LIKE THAT!

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WARNINGS: 18+, sexual content, implied voyeurism, body worship, oral, slapping, spanking, dacryphilia, implied age gap, slave/master if you squint, wlw!

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Come, come. Let's talk about it.

I don't think Ambessa strikes anyone as a lovely kind of person. Yes, she is incredibly charismatic, and might even be the love-bombing type, but Ambessa seems to clearly reserve "love" for those closest to her. Well, her version of it anyway.

She won't just walk around with her heart on her shoulder, she's a warrior for hell's sake. And we're all familiar with her opinions on becoming weak at the hands of love.

If you've managed to genuinely catch Ambessa's interest-- not just for her personal gain or a quick fuck-- then you've got a headache coming your way. Like, a migraine.

I want to really emphasize the love bombing because regardless of whether Ambessa is aware of it or not, the relationship will feel this way for a long time. There's a pattern. She's affectionate one day; showering you with praises and soft kisses, sunrise to sunset. You'll have to want for nothing. Gifts and trips, all treated to you by hers truly. Wining and dining, a good fuck. And though all of this is displayed in private, you'll be enamored. Which is exactly what she wants you to be.

And then, she'll be cold and standoffish. Uncaring of your presence or too busy to be bothered. When Ambessa handles business, there's no such thing as making time for you. You'll just have to pacify yourself until she's ready to be bothered with you again.

It'll take you a while to realize, but when you do you can't miss it; she's got an avoidant attachment. She wants to love you and to be loved, but the moment she receives it she's pulling away. She's looking for flaws in you, anything that'll convince herself that you're bad for her, to leave you where she found you.

Constantly creating exit strategies, thinking of petty little arguments to start for no reason, or an insecurity of yours to pick at. She was trained to fight, it's her strong suit in any sense. It's always easier for her to disconnect and dismiss her feelings than to just sit and talk it out. And you'll want nothing to do with her, which is also what she wants.

She just be losing the plot, I fear.

Unfortunately, cycles like this take time to break. Fortunately, she's not going to let you leave! So you have all the time in the world! <3

When you bring this to her knowledge, you'll really have to bring it. Sit her down and let her know she's not moving until she's heard every word that leaves your mouth, wagging a painted finger in her face. And she'll humor you because you've managed to make an impression with her.

She will sit, patiently and leisurely, man spread and all, watching you fuss her out throwing your hands every which way and yelling. And she will have the softest, fondest smile on her face. She'll know you love her at this moment.

She will let you say your piece without interruptions. In fact, she's so quiet that you have to question if she's even listening a few times. And when you catch sight of that little smile you just pause, dumbfounded. And she'll just humor your expression, urging you to continue with a curt wave of her hand.

After this occasion, Ambessa will be relentless. In her mind, anyone willing to fuss her out the way that you have must truly love her. So now, she knows no limits. In the past, Ambessa would have you stay put with some guards while she handled her day-to-day tasks. But now? You tag along with her everywhere.

In meetings, Ambessa has you perched on her lap. Touching you mindlessly as she discusses possible strategies and looks over speeches. Rubbing your thighs, your neck, your arms. You'll find it awkward at first--such a public display of affection-- but you'll have no choice but to get used to it.

She's hand-feeding you everything. Holding your cups to your lips, licking frosting off your mouth. It's a starch contrast to the dynamic your relationship used to have. But, you suppose you shouldn't be surprised at her shamelessness, she's always been a bit... eccentric.

And now, you don't even have to ask her to share her feelings, in fact, you have to tell her that some things are a little TMI because she wants to share everything with you. Everything. EVERYTHING.

Secrets don't exist, she's an open book. Whatever's on her mind, you're going to hear about it. Which in most cases, you can appreciate. She'll open up about her past and all of the things that have led her up to this point. She'll speak of her daughter, Mel, expressing a regret that she's never opened up to her about. And she'll talk about the effects you have on her personally.

These moments are heartwarming, cause it solidifies your bond.

Undoubtably, Ambessa is a very possessive woman. She's very adamant about expressing to everyone that you belong to her. Not necessarily in a verbal sense, but people will know. They'll know when they see the lingering touches she leaves, the elongated glances, the kisses. Again she's very shameless, so don't let these things take you by surprise.

She's also very protective. She does like to have you tag along with her everywhere, but every now and then she'll leave you with Rictus while she goes to handle more trying situations. You know, the ones where she may potentially commit a war crime or two.

She'd much rather you be locked away than have to protect you on the battlefield. Though she's positive you know of her capabilities, she wouldn't like to have you see her in that light regardless. She'll go to great, violent, bloody lengths to keep you safe.

Besides her shameless physical touch, Ambessa likes to show her love with flashy gifts and large bouquets of flowers. She likes to collect things from all the places she's been to gift to you; know that every time she's out, she thinks of what you might like to have.

She also likes to share knowledge. She finds that to be one of the biggest displays of love; sharing one's knowledge of the world and life. Things you can can learn from. She will really appreciate and admire the fact that you look up to her as a mentor, and especially loves it when you ask for her opinion or perspective. It shows that you rely on her.

And she likes to be relied on!

She has a tendency to just walk around naked, and not for any particular reason other than the fact that it’s, “Comfortable, sweet thing.” It doesn’t matter what time of the day it is, if she has leisure time to waste, she’ll be naked. And she likes to be watched; “I worked hard for this body, honey..” She’ll say, flexing her arms at you.

She takes great pride in her form and in her strength. She likes to lift you up randomly just to showcase it. She’ll always pick you up when she hugs you, gripping your thighs loosely or not at all. You could honestly just hang onto her, dropping all of your weight. It wouldn’t make a difference.

She never fails to fluster you at any given chance. Every time you’re having a conversation she’s holding the strongest eye contact, chuckling to herself when you avoid her gaze. She'll randomly grip your chin, or caress your face. Sometimes twirling the hair by your ears. She likes to see you get all flustered because of her. It genuinely makes her day. That's why she does it so much.

She's old! Lol, you'll have to keep her updated with the new slang and terms of endearment. If you're someone who incorporates a lot of slang into your vocabulary, you'll often receive sideways glances of confusion before she stares at you and mutters, "...What?"

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I’m going to say it again; she’s shameless.

She has no qualms. Like, at all.

She loves to put on a show. She loves to be ogled at, it strokes her— already large enough— ego. More often than not, she’ll shove you down onto the bed, and with a calculated slowness, she’ll begin to undress, maintaining eye contact with you throughout. Her eyes always smoldering with a mix of passion and a touch of dominance.

And she’ll study you closely for your reaction, loving the look of pure awe on your face as she stands nude before you. Her voice, a low and husky murmur, would echo through the room, "See something you like, my dear?" and she’ll hum in approval at the soft, “Yes, Ma’am” she receives in return.

Ambessa appreciates a well mannered slut.

Most times, Ambessa will request that you massage her, all over. She loves it; It fulfills her desire to be worshipped. She loves to watch you take your time and rub every part of her, smirking down at you as you get lower and lower.

Ambessa will lean back slightly, her expression transitioning into a devilish smirk. Her free hand slowly tracing a path along the contours of your body. She watches you like a hawk, a smirk ever present on her lips.

When you start to kiss down her body a contented sigh will escape her lips. She’ll run her fingers through your hair, gently but firmly guiding your movements. Her head will tilt back, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. Each touch, each kiss, draws out a low and guttural sound from her throat, her desire evident in the way her body responds to your ministrations.

And the hand in your hair will tighten as she shoves your face in between her legs, a knowing glint in her eyes, “You know what to do.” And her body tenses as you start to eat her pussy, the hand in your hair tightening almost painfully as she groans.

She requires eye contact; she wants you to watch her come undone on your mouth. It’s like a reward, no? Watching the effect you have on her. She wouldn’t want you to miss the way she leans her head back, her hips rutting against your tongue at a steady pace, glancing down at you as she murmurs, “Good girl.”

And she won’t miss the hand that you trail down to your pussy, toying with yourself impatiently. A leisurely chuckle will fall from her lips, “Patience, Darling.” She’ll always say, pulling your hair to angle your head just right so she can fuck your face better. “Patience.”

And soon her breathing will turn shallow, Ambessa's grip on your hair impossibly intensifying, her fingers tangling in your locks as she guides your movements. Her control momentarily slips as she succumbs to the pleasure you're giving her.

And when she cums? She’ll pull your head back playing idly with the mess on your face, “Tsk… now you’re all dirty,” She’ll mutter, before leaning down and licking it off your chin. She’ll meet your lips in a sloppy mess of a kiss, groaning softly at the taste. And when she pulls back she’ll admire the look on your face, taking a mental photo of it. “Pretty…”

I think Ambessa would have a thing for teasing you. She likes to put you in uncomfortable positions. Make you put yourself on display in risky places. Loves touching you under tables. It just warms her core to see you so flustered, really riles her up. Especially so if you start crying, she’ll just squeeze your cheeks in her hand and snicker at you, “Ohhhh, you poor thing,” She’ll chuckle, and peck your puckered lips.

I already mentioned that Ambessa loves it when you’re well-mannered, it’ll quite literally get you anything your heart desires. You ask her nicely to make up cum? She’ll do it in a heartbeat. “With my mouth, or with my hands?” She’ll raise a brow, “Or with something else?” You use your manners with Ambessa like a good girl and she’ll be at your beck and call.

Laying you on your stomach softly to pull your ass in the air and eating your pussy until you squirt all over her mouth, and she won’t let a drop go to waste. She’ll trail her thick tongue from your clit all the way to your ass and back, over and over and over, circling the hole playfully before spitting onto it, the spit trailing back down. It’s truly a beautiful sight, she thinks.

Do you want her to fuck you with her fingers? They’re thick. You’ll hardly need two of them to satiate that churning in your core. Perhaps you want a massage of your own? Want her to suck on your pretty feet? Maybe you want her to talk you through your orgasm and praise you softly in your ear while you cum on her fingers? Everything all at once? No request is too far for Ambessa. She likes to worship her pretty thing; and loves to appreciate your body. Especially when it’s well deserved.

But when you’re ill mannered? Ambessa will show you exactly how she became a warlord.

Don’t expect any pleasure from this outcome. It’ll be hard. It’ll be brutal. And you’ll wish you’d never mouthed off at her the way you did. “What did we learn?” She’ll growl, above you, slapping your ass with a powerful force, “Quickly.” She’ll order.

And she’ll hum as you blubber loudly about being respectful, but her abuse will not stop. She will continue to keep you over her knee, slapping at your ass and thighs relentlessly. And when she’s done with that? She’ll have you on your knees, facing up at her with your hands folded politely over your lap. And you’d better pay extra attention to your posture or she’ll punish you for that too.

You’re never prepared for the swat to your cheek. “What are we not doing in the future?” She won’t falter at the cry that leaves your mouth, her gaze stone-cold and unwavering. She’ll swat your cheek again, slap, “I said, quickly.” And again, she won’t be moved by your blubbering until she’s satisfied-- until she believes you’ve learned a lesson.

And she’ll always be sure to pacify you until you’ve calmed down, offering you water and comfort, but still being stern enough that you remember your place the next time around. She’ll be sure to build you up just as she’s broken you down, affirming you gently. And you’ll fall back into her, blubbering your apologies.

She’ll conceal a smirk.

She loves to see you cry.

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Agatha all along ep 8

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LMAO I WAS CLOSE TO THE TRUTH

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No going back

Pairing: Dark!Wandanat x Reader

Full Request Here / Summary: When you were lost on a mission Wanda and Natasha's world came to an end. Natasha buried herself in her grief and Wanda buried herself in the darkhold. The team has to fight her the more dangerous she becomes, but when she's caught; she lures Natasha to the dark side. They spend years causing chaos in the city, but when you're found with amnesia, the women are at a loss. Wanda can bring you back, but will you still love them for who they are now?

Warnings: 18+ dark fic, smut, violence, character death (some more people die), strap sex (reg and cum filled), degradation kink, blood, praise kink,

a/n: Hope you don't mind that I deviated just a little anon. My mind just kind of ran with it. It's mostly in Natasha's pov until the end cause it gets messy trying to write too many. Hope you enjoy and thanks again!

13,367 words | Masterlist | Requests are Closed

Dying was a part of the job. Natasha's faced that fact her entire life, but she wasn’t prepared to lose you. Paralyzing fear gripped her heart as the bomb went off, shaking the ground beneath her feet. She watched temporarily frozen as the building you were in collapsed to the ground, taking out anything and anyone in its vicinity. The only thing that knocked her back into action was Wanda’s piercing scream as she ran towards the destruction.

She sucked in a breath and sprinted on top of what was left of the building. She clawed away at brick and rock screaming your name at the top of her lungs. It didn't make sense, this was only supposed to be a retrieval mission. There wasn't supposed to be a bomb.

Her heart stopped seeing a limb peeking out underneath a slab of concrete. Her muscles burned as she tried with everything she had to lift it and let out a desperate scream when it wouldn't budge. Wanda’s magic flew beside her and relief filled her chest as she lifted and threw it to the ground. It wasn’t you, but the ache returned knowing that you were still lost and buried underneath. Their eyes met and she could tell the witch was as desperate as she was. She ignored the pain and lifted whatever she could. Her throat burned the more smoke she inhaled but all she could think about was finding you. She prayed to a god she didn’t believe in, that your heart was still beating in your chest.

"Damnit!" She exclaimed, finding another body that wasn't you under slabs of rock.

She leaned down to check for a pulse when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist.

"Let me go." She panicked, fighting like hell to push them off but she was surrounded by green limbs and she was ripped away. "Let me go!"

Her head whipped to the sound of Wanda’s screams and she saw Steve grabbing her witch's arms, forcing her back.

“Bruce, let me go! We have to keep looking.”

“Another bomb is going to blow.”

“I don’t care!”

The explosion was larger than the last. Her head flew back against his chest and she winced as they flew across the air, and onto the ground. Her ears rung painfully and her head throbbed as she gasped for air. Blood pooled in her ear and she flinched finding the source knowing she would need stitches. Her blurry vision began to sharpen and she sat up ignoring the protest in her limbs, wiping crimson off her fingertips. She caught a flash of red hair in the distance and her heart once again dropped to her stomach.

"Wanda," She choked out.

She crawled against the ground, ignoring the pain in her side until she was met with Wanda’s body.

“No, no, no. Not you too. Open your eyes, lyubov.” She pleaded, tapping her cheek.

Wanda groaned and her blurry eyes opened to see Natasa's wide with panic as she checked her body for serious wounds.

“I’m fine. We have to find her.” She winced, sitting up.

“I know. She's still-"

Natasha choked on her words as she looked towards the destruction. There was nothing to look through. Just a pile of rubble and ash where a building once stood.

"Nat, what is it?" Wanda asked, turning to see what made her stop. “No, no. Y/n!”

She felt her tears before she knew she was crying. Panic left her body and was replaced with a sharp pain of grief she wasn’t ready to accept. You were still alive they just had to find-

“Come on. We have to go.”

Natasha glared and jerked back from Bruce’s touch.

“We’re not leaving until we find her.” She hissed.

He ducked his head and she wanted to punch him for the pity that swam in his eyes.

“Nat, Tony’s drone checked the area for any remaining sign of life.”

“What are you saying?” Wanda asked, with wide eyes and Natasha shook her head not wanting to believe it.

“I’m sorry. Y/n didn’t make it.” He said, looking away. “but there’s still more work to be done.”

“Fuck that," The witch sneered, "You don’t know that!”

"No one could have survived that!" He argued but stumbled back when he was met with red eyes.

“Wanda, he's right.” She choked out, lowering her head in her hands as sobs wracked her body.

Firm hands grabbed her face and she was forced to look into green eyes as her witch wiped away her tears.

“No. Listen to me, don’t give up. We’ll find her, lyubov.”

She wanted to believe her but you were gone and there was nothing any of them could do about it. She wanted to scream, the pain she felt was overwhelming. She knew Wanda was starting to feel the same as tears welled in her eyes and fell into a heavy stream as she pulled Natasha into her arms.

Death was always a part of life, but hers ended the day they lost you.

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On the eve of the one-year anniversary, Natasha drank herself to sleep as nightmares of you and Wanda plagued her mind. The day she lost you was the day she lost Wanda too.

No one saw how consumed the witch was in the darkhold until it was too late. Natasha blamed herself. Losing you was too much and she buried herself in the pain, trying to distract herself with work. If there was a mission she was on it and if anyone needed paperwork to be done, she volunteered. She was so overcome by her grief that she hadn’t paid attention to the woman she loved. The woman that was still here on this earth. None of them knew the exact moment it started, but four months after your death is when it all unfolded and Natasha lost everything.

The team started to get word of experiments happening all over the city. Necromancy was what Strange called it. It was gruesome and surreal seeing the dead walk the earth. Things got worse when they discovered not only were the victims being brought back from the dead but they were taken and murdered. Used at guinea pigs. Whoever was committing the crimes was a ghost. They were always one step ahead and brought upon many late nights for the team. It wasn’t until later that Natasha started to suspect her girlfriend.

Wanda was always gone, she barely went on missions, and when she was home she was cooped up in the room she used for her studies. Whenever Natasha asked what she was doing, she would wave her book and close the door. She never told the team, but she found a rune on one of the bodies. A rune that looked very similar to one she’s seen Wanda create. She blamed her denial on her grief. Just like everything else.

Soon after, they found the place the experiments were being held but when they entered the building nothing could have prepared them for what they saw. Wanda was hovering above the ground, the darkhold in her possession as the scarlet consumed her. There was a woman strapped to the table pleading for her life as Natasha slowly approached her.

Wanda didn’t seem surprised by their arrival, if anything she was annoyed. Natasha was beside herself as she begged her to understand. She tried to explain that she had it all wrong, that instead of trying to find your body and raise you from the dead she needed to find a way to obtain your soul and put it somewhere else. She just needed more time. All those lives lost were for nothing and Natasha couldn’t see past it. Couldn’t understand how Wanda had become a killer in your name. When Steve tried to let the captured woman go, the witch lost it. It was a fight that still haunts her to this day. The look in Wanda's eyes before she flew away destroyed her. She saw it whenever she closed her eyes to fall asleep.

The team tried to keep track of her but months passed and they never seemed to know what her next move was, but they knew she was up to something. Natasha could feel it the closer it got to the anniversary of your death.

When Strange showed up a week before, she wasn't surprised. He tried to explain what Wanda was planning but none of them truly understood it, just that it was bad and she needed to be stopped. He and Wong were at the head of the team as they were the only ones who stood a chance against her. And the rest fell in line.

Today was the day Natasha dreaded. She stood on the balcony, hangover ripping through her skull, and the thought of fighting Wanda again ripped her to pieces. She wanted to be angry at her for making her do this on the anniversary, but she knew her witch had always been sentimental.

She clutched her necklace in her hands as she took a shaky breath. It was the one you and Wanda got her for your three years of being together. Wanda joked that one day it would be a ring. The memories were painful but they were all she had left.

“It’s time.” Steve said, knocking her out of her thoughts.

She ducked her head, tucked the necklace into her suit, and pushed off the balcony as she tried not to show how badly this was getting to her. She still loved Wanda deeply and the idea of hurting her twisted the knife further in her chest that this was all real.

“When do we leave?” She mumbled.

“Now. She’s already started.”

She folded her arms and looked towards the skyline. The team took it hard at first but in the end, she was the only one who still thought she could reach her witch and make her see reason. Even if she got Wanda to stop; she knew she’d already done too much to go back now.

“Are you sure you want to do this? You can stay.”

“No. I don’t want to do this, but I know-

A red beam flew into the sky making her choke on her words. The sky grew dark and she could see Wanda’s runes being painted across the sky.

“We need to go now before we’re too late.” He said, grabbing her arm.

They ran towards the quinjet being the last ones to hop inside and Tony took off towards the red beam. It grew steadily and pulsed the closer they got. Natasha jumped at the sound of a blood-curdling roar and Tony barely dodged just in time as a creature flew past the jet.

“What the fuck was that!?”

"This is way worse than we thought." Wong mumbled.

"We need the others." Strange agreed, sending out a signal.

Another creature flew the past jet and Natasha's eyes widened when its claws barely missed the wing.

"Care to explain!" Steve said.

“We told you. She’s opening a portal to another dimension.”

“You said another dimension. You didn’t say hell!” Bucky exclaimed.

The jet landed and they ran into the field as Wanda hovered above them. The portal pulsed and grew the more she chanted and Natasha gasped as she felt her magic crackle in the air. She tried not to focus on how beautiful she looked, but she failed. Wanda was otherworldly when she was fully in her element.

“We don’t have to do this witchy. You can stop what you’re doing and we can still talk this out.” Tony said closing his helmet.

Wanda lowered herself to the ground and tilted her head.

“You’re too late.”

Natasha shivered at her tone. There was no hint of emotion and she stared at them as if they were irrelevant. The team stood in their stance ready to attack and she took a deep breath. She tried to keep it together but red eyes met hers and she faltered in her steps. Her heart stuttered in her chest as Wanda winked.

Steve made the first move but the witch was ready. She barely flinched as her hands raised and flung him across the field.

“Anytime now, Strange.” Tony said, dodging her attacks in the air.

Creatures flew above their heads and some landed on the ground as they roared. Bruce took charge fighting them head-on and Strange formed his hands and began a battle with Wanda. Wong teleported behind her and they attacked her from all sides. More creatures slipped out of the portal and Natasha focused her attention on them. Thanks to Bruce and Tony she had a weapon that stood a chance.

She was growing exhausted and her limbs ached every time she dodged, terrified of being hit by its claws. She managed to take one down but another threw her on the ground and pinned her shoulder. It snarled and bared its teeth as it roared in her face. Its talons dug into her flesh the more she struggled and she knew if she didn’t think quick this could be the end for her. She tried to use her staff but its tail pushed it out of her grasp. Its jaw descended but her life didn’t flash before her eyes. Instead, she thought of you. Your eyes, your smile, your laugh. She stopped struggling and prepared to let go when the creature was blasted by scarlett energy and killed on impact. Natasha gasped and her eyes met Wanda's, but the witch caught a hit to the shoulder making her hiss as she focused her attention back on the men giving everything they had. Golden portals appeared and more sorcerers came through them to assist. They took charge of the creatures and some fought by Natasha’s side. There wasn’t time to feel relief that Wanda saved her life and there wasn’t time to face the fact that she was so willing to die. She took out her frustration on the creatures and ignored the burn she felt in her shoulder.

She pulled her staff out of the beast's neck when she heard a gut-wrenching scream. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw Wanda holding Wong in the air. His head disturbingly faced the wrong way as it hung and she dropped his body to the ground with a thud. Strange muttered a language she didn’t understand and the blast that hit Wanda stopped her heart. More sorcerers began to chant and they threw blast after blast while others worked on closing the portal.

"No, that's too much." Natasha chocked out.

Wanda fought back, but the more they surrounded her the more she was hit. Strange threw a powerful one she wasn't quick enough to stop and she fell to the ground in a heap. Natasha felt her world end all over again. She ran as fast as her legs would carry her and collapsed beside her witch.

“What did you do?” She growled, glaring at them.

“Natasha, she needed to be put down."

She ignored Steve and checked for a pulse. It was faint but it was enough to make relief flood her chest as she pulled her head onto her lap.

“We need to take her back to the tower before she wakes up.” Steve said.

“I know.” She hissed, wiping strands of hair from the witch's face.

She still looked like the woman she knew and loved. She hadn't realized she’d been crying until a drop landed on Wanda’s cheek.

“I can take her.” Bruce offered.

Natasha nodded and let him pick her up as she stayed on the ground trying to make sense of what just happened.

“The woman you love is gone. I hope you know that.” Strange said.

“Would you abandon someone you love?” She asked, looking up at him.

“She killed the person I love.”

Natasha shifted her gaze to Steve picking up Wong’s corpse and she lowered her head as more tears fell.

“You need to let her go.”

“I can’t.” She whispered.

He sniffed as he held off his own tears and opened a portal back to his home.

“Then soon, you’ll be gone too.”

The golden light dissipated as he stepped through the portal and she flinched when Bucky’s hand landed on her shoulder.

“Come on. We need to get everyone checked out. That looks pretty nasty." He said, gesturing to her shoulder.

"I'm fine." She said, standing up.

The ride back was silent. They strapped Wanda down in case she woke up and collard her so that she couldn’t use her powers. Natasha narrowed her eyes at the device knowing how much she hated it and reminded her of hydra. No one listened when she objected and no one listened when they kept it on, threw her in a cell, and chained her to the wall for good measure. She couldn't blame them but she still tried.

After her shoulder was healed by Bruce's machine she ran her fingers over the new scar. Just another one to add to the collection. She made her way down to the holding cell and stayed with Wanda throughout the night.

She watched her chest rise and fall and the possibility that Strange was right never entered her mind as she stared at her small frame. Despite all the evil she’s done, Natasha's heart still swelled in her chest when she crinkled her nose in her sleep, or let out a sigh as she shifted. When their matching necklace fell out of her blood-red suit, she knew she was still hers. Still her Wanda.

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She couldn’t remember drifting off but when she woke up she was met with a pair of green eyes as the witch sat cross-legged on the mattress.

“Morning, Sleepyhead.” Wanda smirked.

Natasha bit her lip and shifted to sit in front of the glass.

“Hey.”

She took her in, taking note of the ways she's changed in the last six months. Her hair was dark brown and took Natasha back to when they first met. It was longer than before and slightly curled. Her muscles were more defined and new rings brandished her fingers. She had a scar above her lip and one that ran down her collar bone. She wondered how she got them.

"Spell gone awry." Wanda said, sighing.

"You do that now? Read people's minds without their permission?" Natasha teased. She wasn't upset but she liked the smile it put on Wanda's face.

"How else am I supposed to know what you're thinking, lyubov?"

"You could just ask." She stammered and willed her racing heart to calm down. She didn’t think she’d hear her say that ever again.

Wanda chuckled and tilted her head.

“I’ve missed you.” She confessed.

Natasha sucked in a breath and fought off the tears that threatened to fall at her confession. “I miss you too.”

Wanda hummed and narrowed her eyes. Natasha tried to duck her gaze, but it was impossible when the other woman could read her so well.

“You’re still in pain, after all this time.”

“Aren’t you?” Natasha asked.

Wanda chuckled darkly and leaned back against the wall.

“No, and you don’t have to be either.”

“What do you mean?”

“All you have to do is let go. You’re holding on to so much pain and for what?”

Natasha stood and shook her head. She made it seem like it was as simple as ripping off a bandaid. The pain she felt consumed her every minute of every day. She tried to let it go but no matter what she did something reminded her of you or Wanda and she would spiral back into the pit she dug for herself.

“It’s not that easy-

“But it is.” Wanda said, walking towards the glass wall. “I control it. It doesn’t control me.”

“How? By killing people?” She sneered.

“No, moya lyubov. Though I won’t lie, that has its own kick of adrenaline." She husked, and Natasha tried to ignore the heat that grew between her legs.

Wanda smirked knowing her all too well and ran her finger over the glass. "It’s simple. I do whatever the fuck I want whenever I want. I’m not controlled by those merry band of idiots like you let yourself be. I’m free Nat, and you can be too.”

Natasha's head swam but she didn’t let herself indulge in the fantasy the witch was offering. It couldn’t be that simple.

“Why did you do it?” She asked, trying to change the subject.

“Do what?” She asked, quirking her brow. “I’ve been kind of busy, detka. You need to be specific.”

“I know why you killed all of those people in the past, but I mean tonight. The portal, the creatures.”

She saw a flicker of emotion in the witch's eyes but just as quick as it appeared, it was gone.

“To see if I could.” She shrugged and Natasha scoffed.

“You’re joking right?”

“My powers are growing and I like testing their limits.” She said, tugging at the collar.

“You killed, Wong.”

“Wong was just collateral.”

“He was a person.” She argued back.

“He was weak. You however are not, but you’re letting them make you weak, Natalia. You’re letting them ruin you.”

The use of her real name made her snap her gaze to the brunette who looked like she was having the most casual conversation. She started to pick her nails as if she was bored and Natasha grew frustrated.

“I am not weak.”

“Then prove it.” Wanda sneered back.

Natasha opened the cell and stormed inside. She stalked up to the brunette invading her space. She could feel the other woman's heat and she tried, she really did but her gaze shifted to her inviting lips.

When the witch smirked, she snapped and connected their lips in a bruising kiss. Wanda moaned and tangled her hand in her hair pulling her closer and the other landed on her throat. Natasha growled pushing her against the wall, removing her hand to pin it above her head. She bit down on Wanda’s bottom lip and smirked when she tasted iron. She took advantage of Wanda's gasp and swiped her tongue inside her mouth controlling the kiss. She lowered her hand from her cheek and grabbed her neck, squeezing as Wanda whimpered and pulled back so she could catch her breath.

“There she is.” Wanda panted, licking her split lip.

Natasha connected her forehead with hers and released a shaky breath as she let go of her neck.

"I shouldn't have done that."

"Don't get soft on me now, Nat." She said, pecking her lips.

Natasha whimpered and tried to pull back but the hand in her hair lowered to the nape of her neck and kept her there.

“Leave with me.” Wanda husked.

“I can’t.”

“You can.” She argued, “It feels so much better, lyubov. No more pain, no more suffering. Just you and me, together.”

Natasha was so tired of feeling this way. The routine she put herself in was more suffocating than the walls she lived in. Every day she hated her life more and more with each breath she took. She was sick of wanting, of missing, of longing. She wanted it to end, and Wanda was offering it to her on a silver platter.

“You promise?” She whispered.

“I promise, and when you’re ready, you’ll help me lay waste to the people who took everything from us.”

Natasha whimpered and pulled her into a kiss softer than the last one. Wanda grabbed her waist pulling her flush against her and her hunger grew as the witch moaned and tightened her grip. She nipped and sucked her lips, loving the feel of them on hers again after all this time. It took everything in her to pull away but she needed to act quick. She knew they would want to more her witch soon.

“Wait here.” She said, pulling back.

“Not like I can go anywhere.”

“Smartass.” She quipped, tapping her cheek.

Wanda smirked and Natasha pecked her lips once more before leaving and closing the cell.

The spike of adrenaline she felt as she walked through the tower made her feel more alive than she has all year. She nodded to anyone that passed and made her way to Bruce's lab. Thankfully no one was inside and she easily found the keys to the collar and the shackles, tucking them in her boot.

“Natasha? What are you doing in here?” Bruce asked in the doorway.

“I was looking for you.” She said, leaning over on the desk. She internally smirked as his eyes landed on her breasts. Too easy. “I wanted to see if you were alright?”

Bruce sighed and dropped his files on the desk.

"I'm ok. Just a few scrapes and bruises." He said, cleaning his glasses.

"That's good." She said, gliding to the door, "Oh, how long are we keeping Wanda here?”

“That’s something you need to ask Steve. He’s talking with Fury right now in the conference room.”

“Fury’s here?”

“No, but he’s on his way.”

“Good.” She said, walking out the door.

“Hey, Nat? How are you doing?” He asked.

She sighed and faked a forlorn look as she ran her fingers through her hair.

“Not great.”

“It just takes time Nat. I know this year hasn’t been easy on you with everything.”

“Yeah. One day at a time right?” She said, smiling softly.

“One day at a time." He said, smiling back.

Natasha almost felt bad as she left his office. She forgot how easy some of them could be to fool. She noticed agents began to scramble and she picked up her pace knowing Fury had to be close by. They had to leave before he arrived; he always carried backup collars just in case. She took a different route to the cell to not raise suspicion and found Wanda laying on her back mimicking her magic as she rolled her fingers.

“Took you long enough.” She teased.

“You're such a brat.”

Wanda laughed and sat up as Natasha opened the cell.

"Only a little.”

"You were over my lap enough times because of it." She said, smirking.

Wanda rolled her eyes and sighed as Natasha removed the collar and the shackles, freeing her from the magical suppression.

“Fuck, that feels better. I hate those things.”

“I know.” She said, tripping the wire. “So what’s the plan?”

Wanda pretended to think as she wrapped Natasha in her arms.

“Let's see, I take you home.” She husked, kissing her cheek, “Show you all the other things I've learned over the last six months.”

Natasha growled and grabbed her jaw.

"And who have you been practicing with?"

"No one, lyubov. I just like seeing that fire in your eyes." She said smirking and pecking her lips.

Natasha shook her head and tapped Wanda’s ass making her laugh.

"You are so going over my lap later." She said, narrowing her eyes. "but I'm serious. What grand exit do you have up your sleeve? I know you've been thinking about it."

“How about we just walk out the front door?” She said, winking and pulling her along.

Natasha knew Wanda always lived for dramatics, but she could admit she was looking forward to seeing the witch in her element again. There was nothing like watching Wanda use her powers.

As they walked along the corridor, they stumbled upon a young agent. He stood frozen in shock as he stared at Wanda and his eyes widened at their combined hands.

“Boo!” Wanda exclaimed and laughed as the kid dropped his clipboard and ran. “One of yours, lyubov?”

“Shut up.” Natasha mumbled, rolling her eyes.

An alarm blared throughout the tower but they kept their leisurely pace. Agents ran up to them left and right but with a wave of Wanda’s hand, their bodies met the wall with a deafening thud. One stood on shaky legs and Natasha shivered as Wanda held him up in the air.

"Please don't" He choked out.

Wanda smirked and threw him down the hall. His body crashed through the wall and screams rang out as more agents charged towards them. Natasha decided to get it on the action not wanting her to have all the fun and fought the agents that up until now were her students. Turns out they still have a lot to learn. Those of them that were still alive that is.

Excitement spiked through her body as she fought by Wanda's side. She found herself wishing she left with her the first time she asked. As the last body dropped to the ground, she wiped the sweat off her brow and grunted when the witch pushed her against the wall.

"Someone looks like they're enjoying themselves." Wanda teased, licking beads of sweat off her neck.

Natasha moaned and tilted her head to give her more room as she nipped and sucked her pulse point.

"I haven't let go like that since the red room."

Wanda hummed nipping the mark she made and bit her lip as Natasha gazed at her through hooded eyes.

"Any regrets?"

"No. It - it feels good." She confessed.

"You'll feel even better later when my heads between your thighs." Wanda husked and pulled her into a searing kiss. Natasha moaned and pulled her closer, but she heard shouting in the distance. Fury's jet was close. She shook off her blood lust and pushed against her chest.

"We have to make it out of here first." She said.

Wanda sighed and grabbed her hand. They made it to the common room and the team stood in shock dropping their stance.

“Nat, what are you doing?” Steve asked.

She looked at Wanda who gave her a wink. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that this is what she wanted. She needed to wake up and her witch did that. Made her see that there was another way. A better way.

“I would say I’m sorry, but for the first time in a long time – I feel something more than pain.”

Wanda raised her hands and her scarlet flew across the room throwing them all back and destroying the room as furniture flew and glass shattered. Steve held his side as he fought to stand up and Tony was knocked unconscious.

"This isn't what Y/n wanted." Bucky groaned, getting to his feet.

"Well she isn't here, is she?" Natasha glared.

“Nat, don’t do this. Please.” Bruce choked out.

“Hold on tight.” Wanda said and wrapped her arms around her waist. The brunette kissed her softly before hovering them above the ground.

“Don’t worry Brucey. I’ll take good care of my girl.” She smirked and flew them out of the tower.

“What the fuck just happened?” Bucky said, shaking his head.

“I don’t – I don’t know. Maybe she was controlling her." Bruce said, trying to wrap his head around it.

"No. She chose this.” Steve rasped, “We lost her too."

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“Shit. We lost them!” Sam grunted, landing on the ground.

“What do you mean you lost them?” Tony asked.

“I don’t know they just - fuck!” Steve exclaimed, throwing down his shield.

“Cap, did you just say a bad word?”

“Let’s just head back to base. We aren’t going to catch them tonight.” Steve said, shaking his head.

Natasha chuckled as she watched them from the rooftop. They’ve been on their trail ever since she left with Wanda, but they could never catch up to them. Wanda has spies all over the city. She planted a seed of devotion in their minds and they did whatever she told them to. Natasha liked to call them her minions but the witch hated it, saying it made her seem too cartoon villain for her liking.

The past three years they’ve been wreaking havoc on the city for fun but also as a distraction. Their real work was miles away in Washington and the merry band of idiots were none the wiser.

“I never get tired of seeing them scramble.” Wanda said, wrapping her arms around her.

"Steve even cussed.” Natasha chuckled.

“What do you say we go home and I’ll run you a nice bath?” Wanda said, kissing the side of her neck. “You worked hard today, detka.”

“Only if you join me.”

Wanda hummed and nipped the curve of her neck before stepping back and opening a portal to their home. The penthouse was on the edge of the city overlooking the water. The first time Wanda took her there, Natasha couldn’t believe she’d been so close the whole time. Her sneaky little witch.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow.” She said, enjoying the warmth of the water as Wanda rested in her arms.

“Me neither. I’ve been wanting to lay waste to them all ever since the building collapsed.” She said, looking up at her. “but I didn’t want to do it without you.”

“I’m glad you waited. I just wish it didn’t have to take so long.” She said, running her hands down her body.

“I know, but we had to be smart. If they knew we were coming they would have gone underground.”

“Funny enough that’s where they’ll end up anyway.” Natasha said, chuckling darkly.

The government always had a way of covering up their tracks but it only took Wanda six months to find out who really planted those bombs.

The mission that made them lose you turned out to be a cover-up made by Shield. A virus was in the building that should have never been created and got in the wrong hands. Shield wanted it destroyed without the knowledge of them ever creating it. They succeeded but in turn, destroyed the lives of the two women in the process.

The plan took a lot of maneuvering. Over the years, Wanda planted her minions in every department of their headquarters, and hideouts. All It would take was one command and the bombs they planted would be ignited. It was only fitting it was on the anniversary of your death. Come tomorrow, Shield would fall in one fell swoop and the two of them would be far away, sipping cocktails on a beach somewhere in the Caribbean.

“That feels nice.” Wanda said, leaning her head on her shoulder.

Natasha smirked and ran her hand further up her thigh and cupped her center.

“Does this feel nice too, lyubov?” She asked, running her fingers through her folds.

“Yes, don’t tease.” She whined.

“I’ll tease if I want, detka. I think I’ve been a little too giving.” She said, circling her clit.

Wanda bucked her hips and splashed the water as she sought out her fingers.

“Out of the tub.” Natasha commanded.

Wanda sighed and did what she asked. She wrapped herself in a towel and passed one to Natasha.

“There’s no such thing as too giving.” She said.

“There isn’t?”

Natasha smirked and dropped the towel. Wanda trailed after her as she walked into their room, but Natasha pushed her onto the bed as she made her way to the closet.

“If that’s the case. I don’t want to hear you begging me to stop.” She said, walking towards her with her favorite toy harnessed around her hips. Wanda shuffled up the bed and Natasha crawled over her running the strap up her thigh.

“Stop making me wait and fuck me.” Wanda moaned, bucking her hips.

The redhead growled and wrapped her hand around her throat.

“You think I’ll give you what you want if you piss me off? Is that it?”

“N-no. I’m sorry.” She whimpered.

Natasha chuckled darkly circling the head around her clit before dragging it through folds and to her aching hole.

“My bratty little witch.” She said, thrusting in the tip. Wanda moaned and arched her back trying desperately to push more of it inside. “So powerful outside of this room, but once you're underneath me you just want to be put in your place. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Nat. Please.” She whimpered.

Natasha thrust her hips bottoming out inside her and set a brutal pace.

“Oh, fuck!”

Wanda wrapped her legs around her waist and clung to her shoulders as she pounded into her.

“That’s it, detka. I want to hear you.” She grunted.

“Nat! Harder, please. I need you.”

Natasha growled and snapped her hips, pushing her cock deeper and deeper inside her witch as she moaned and bucked underneath her.

“This hard enough for you baby girl? Want to be fucked like a dirty whore?”

“Shit, yes! Fuck me, don’t stop.”

Wanda threw her head back and screamed as Natasha pinched and pulled her clit roughly between her fingers.

“I love it when you scream for me.”

Natasha raised herself on her arm and grabbed the brunette's hip as she kept her pace. She loved the sight of her witch's breast bouncing and her pussy sucking her in as she fucked her. She gripped her tighter wanting it to bruise and smirked when Wanda’s thrusts lost their rhythm.

“Gonna cum for me brat?”

“M’so close, Natty.” She moaned.

She leaned down and sucked the mark she left on her last night and moved to the side to add another one. Wanda whimpered clawing down her back as she sucked her sensitive flesh between her teeth. Her name fell off the witch's lips and she smirked as they rose in pitch.

“Cum on my cock, detka.”

Wanda screamed her name and her back arched as she spasmed underneath her. Natasha pulled back slowing her thrust and pinched her clit as it twitched in her fingers. Wanda pulled her down into a kiss moaning into her mouth as her orgasm continued to wash over her. Natasha never let her come down and pulled away from her lip as she lifted up her leg, and picked up her pace.

“Fuck, Nat!”

“Still so tight.” She groaned “think I’ll get something bigger next time.”

Wanda moaned and bit her lip as Natasha smirked down at her.

"Would you like that detka?" She teased.

"Natty, please." She moaned.

“What do you need lyubov?”

“You know what I want.”

“Fucking ask for it.” She said, grabbing her throat.

“Your cum, Nat. Give me your cum.”

Natasha chuckled and smacked her cheek making her whimper as her head whipped to the side.

“Is that any way to ask for my cum, slut?”

“Please, I need it. Please, Natty.”

“My little witch is so desperate.” She said, grabbing her jaw. “I bet your needy little pussy is clenching around my cock.”

Her thighs slapped against the curve of her ass and Wanda could barely keep her eyes open. The grip she had on Natasha’s hips tightened as she teased her with just a spurt of her cum.

“More.” She whimpered. "please."

Natasha smirked and leaned down brushing her lips against hers.

“I’ll give you my cum, detka. Don’t you worry.” She husked and snapped her hips filling her walls with cum.

A feral moan ripped out of Wanda’s throat and she closed her eyes as another orgasm washed over her.

“Shit, Wanda.” Natasha groaned feeling hers close behind.

She tucked her head into her neck and rutted against her as her clit rubbed against the strap.

“Cum for me, Nat.” She whimpered and the redhead's hips faltered in their pace as her orgasm crashed down on her.

“Fuck, detka.” She moaned as Wanda bucked her hips helping her ride out her high.

She littered Wanda’s neck with kisses as she came down and pulled out. She watched as her cum leaked out of her pussy and smirked as she panted trying to catch her breath. Wanda opened her mouth to speak but was cut off as Natasha flipped her over.

“No more.” She gasped.

“What did you say, little witch? There’s no such thing as too giving?” She smirked, thrusting in from behind.

“Natty!”

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“Morning, lyubimaya.”

Natasha smiled as Wanda kissed her cheek and she pulled her into her lap.

“Morning.” She said, pecking her lips.

“Anything new on the radar?”

“I was just about to open a file that one of your little minions acquired.”

Wanda rolled her eyes and gestured for her to open it. It was cctv footage of what looked like the front of a cafe. Steve and Tony were in the frame in the middle of a mission when Bucky suddenly ran into the frame pulling someone into his arms.

“What are we looking at?” Wanda asked.

“I don’t know, let me enhance the footage.” Natasha mumbled.

She zoomed in and cleared up the image and her heart dropped to her stomach.

“No. It – No, that’s not possible.” She said.

Wanda narrowed her eyes and reversed the footage. The two of them watched as Bucky ran into the frame as the woman exited the shop. Natasha paused the footage, swallowing thickly as she zoomed in. It wasn’t possible but it was staring her in the face, along with the matching necklace that rested against her chest.

“Y/n?” She whispered.

“No. This is a trick.” Wanda sneered. “And on the day that she - Where the fuck did they get this?"

“I – I don’t-

Wanda stood up and began to pace.

“She’s dead. That isn’t her. She’s dead.”

“It’s her. She’s wearing our necklace.”

“How is that possible! Bruce said the drone detected no one alive!”

“Fuck, Wanda! I know!” Natasha said, snapping.

She instantly regretted it when she saw the look on Wanda’s face. For the first time in years, she watched the brunette crack. Her face scrunched up in pain and tears welled in her eyes but she didn’t let them fall. Natasha stood up pulled her into her arms.

“It’s a trick.” Wanda whispered. “It has to be.”

“Hey, look at me.” she said, pulling back

Wanda’s wide eyes met hers and Natasha could see them hardening the more her mind spiraled.

“We’ll find out later ok, but right now we have a job to do.”

Wanda nodded and her face was once again was hard as steel.

“Let's end this.”

They were perched on top of a skyscraper with Shield headquarters positioned a few blocks away. Once the first set of bombs went off the agents would scramble underground and later that day once they thought they were safe they would set off the rest. They would finally bring them to their knees.

Natasha waited for the signal with Wanda by her side. She tried to get her mind off of the footage but she couldn’t. None of it made sense. If someone planted an edited video they must have known they were up to something, but if they did the headquarters would be empty. Instead, everyone went about business as usual. She was starting to grow restless when a flash caught her eye from the building across the street.

"It's time." She said.

Wanda’s eyes glazed red and she raised her hand. Natasha's body flooded with warmth, feeling the crackle in the air as she rolled her fingers and chanted under her breath. Her eyes shifted back to green and the first bomb went off.

The explosion took Natasha’s breath away. The second made the ground underneath them shake and the third took her briefly back to that night four years ago. She let out a shaky breath and enjoyed the sirens blaring in the distance knowing they would have no one to rescue.

Wanda opened a portal and brought them closer to a building just outside the blast radius. Like clockwork, the Avengers appeared. Their faces shared a look of disbelief as they surrounded the explosion.

“It was them. They did this.” Tony stated. He retracted his suit and sat on the ground with his head in his hands.

“Can you blame them!” Bucky hissed.

“Bucky-

“No! You knew Steve. You knew that Shield planted those bombs and you just watched as Natasha moped around the tower for a year!”

Natasha clenched her hands into fists. He knew the whole time and made her work for them anyway. She briefly wondered if she worked beside the man or woman who made the call to end your life so casually. She counted to ten and told herself not to go down there and kick his ass. There were more pressing matters, but she was finding it difficult.

“I didn’t know what to do!”

“You could have been honest! I can’t even be excited that my best friend isn’t dead because she has fucking amnesia, Steve!”

Wanda’s breath hitched and Natasha’s jaw dropped.

“So she’s really alive.” Wanda said, but her voice was somber.

“Can you both just shut the hell up? People died today!” Tony exclaimed. “And more will die if we don’t fix this.”

“How?” Bucky asked.

“I don’t know, but we need to find them. Something tells me this isn’t over.”

“You got that right.” Wanda hissed.

“What do you want to do?” Natasha asked.

“I want to see for myself.” She said, opening a portal.

They entered the common room glancing around at the new furniture. Natasha had half the mind to ask Wanda to destroy it all again.

“Bruce will be with her probably running tests.” Natasha mumbled.

They stalked through the empty tower and came across the glass room. There you were, hooked up to wires on Bruce’s chair. You looked the same, a new scar on your brow but you were their Y/n. They both took a moment to take you in. They never thought they’d see you again and even though you were so close it didn’t seem real. Wanda's jaw flexed and Natasha could practically feel her mind spiraling.

“What are you going to do?” Natasha asked.

“Look into her mind, see if I can bring her back.”

“Are you sure you want to? What if you do and she hates who we are now?”

“We’ve been without her for four years, Natasha. What’s the rest of our lives.” She mumbled.

The redhead could tell she didn’t mean it and had one last shred of hope just like her. If she brought you back and you wanted nothing to do with them it would be like losing you all over again. She wasn’t sure if she could handle that.

“She doesn’t deserve to be trapped in her own mind. If she hates us then we’ll deal with it. Just like we did the first time.” Wanda said, reading her mind.

"Yeah. Like the first time."

She took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

“Y-you can’t be here.” Bruce said.

“We have every right to be here.” Natasha said, rolling her eyes that he just now noticed them. He operated in a glass box for fucks sake.

He jumped to pick up his phone, but Wanda waved her hand and crushed it.

“Holy shit." You mumbled, pushing yourself further against the chair. "Who – who are you?”

Natasha smiled softly hoping that would ease your fear and it seemed to work when you let your shoulders drop. She can’t remember the last time she did something just to make someone else feel better.

“It’s alright. We don’t want to hurt you, milaya.” Wanda said, stepping closer to you.

“You’re eyes are red.”

Wanda bit her lip to stop herself from smiling and shifted them back to green.

“They do that sometimes.” Natasha smirked.

You smiled shyly and Natasha felt a familiar ache return to her chest.

“We heard you have amnesia?” Wanda said.

“I um – yeah. Bruce was trying to see if he could fix it.” You mumbled.

“I’m sure he was.” She deadpanned, “Mind if I give it a go?”

You nodded as she approached you.

“Wanda stop! You could hurt her.” Bruce said.

“I would never hurt her!” Wanda hissed.

He backed away and Natasha glared at him as she walked to the other side of your bed.

“It’s ok. She’s really good at this kind of stuff.” She said, placing her hand on your shoulder.

You nodded and settled as the witch placed her hand on your forehead. She swallowed down the feeling of being so close to you again and tried to focus.

“We have company, detka.”

Wanda turned her head to the door to see the team rush in. She waved her hand and encased the room in her scarlet stopping anyone from getting inside.

“Holy shit.” You gasped.

“That’s not the only trick I have up my sleeve?” She winked. “You’ll feel a little pressure but it won’t hurt if you give in to it, ok?”

“Ok.”

Wanda closed her eyes to concentrate and entered your mind. It was filled with an average life. You woke up, went to work, and spent time with your friends. She pushed down the anger she felt when she saw you possibly had a girlfriend and pushed past the last four years to go deeper. There was a heavy fog that she had to fight her way through. She reminded herself to be gentle, wanting to keep her promise to never hurt you. She made it past the barrier and there you were. Memories of your life as a child, getting your powers, Fury recruiting you, meeting Wanda and Natasha for the first time and falling in love with them. Wanda saw it all, felt it all and she couldn’t stop the tears from falling this time. She tried to push your memories past the fog, but it wouldn’t budge. Something was stopping her.

She pulled out and stepped away as her mind caught up with her.

“Did it work?” Natasha asked.

“No. Something is forcing them to stay buried. I just need to find what it is.”

Natasha looked concerned and it threw her off.

“What, Natalia?”

“You’re crying.” She said, wiping her cheek.

Wanda huffed and pushed her off.

“I’m fine.” She said, turning back to you.” Do you feel ok? I need to go in one more time.”

You nodded feeling groggy but you were in no pain. For some reason you trusted her.

Wanda's breath hitched.

"I'm glad you trust me." She said, clearing her throat. You gasped wondering how she knew that. Before you could ask Bruce cut you off.

“Wanda stop! You tried once that’s enough.”

The witch sighed and tilted her head as he folded his arms across his chest.

“You know, I never promised not to hurt you.” She said, rolling a red orb between her fingers. "In fact, I've been itching to since the last fight. Your thoughts about my girlfriend are disgustingly loud Bruce."

He scoffed and folded his arms as he leaned back against the wall.

"Don't hurt him." You whispered, placing your hand over hers.

Wanda gasped and jerked back. Your touch was too much for her to handle right now.

"You care for him?" She asked bitterly and you chuckled.

"Not really. I just met him."

"Then why not." she challenged.

Natasha chuckled at the interaction and how flustered it was making Wanda.

"It seems like you're in trouble with those guys out there so why add to it by hurting him?" You shrugged.

"Solid Y/n logic." Natasha teased.

You blushed and Wanda shook her head.

"Fine, whatever just lay back, milaya." She mumbled.

Bruce shifted and Natasha's eyes were hard as steel as she warned him.

“Back off.”

You sighed once her hand rested on your forehead. She entered your mind and went straight to the fog. She focused on it, feeling a slight hum as it began to clear. She saw you in Shield, unconscious with cuts all over your face and body.

“What do we do?” An agent asked.

“I don’t know. She saw too much, we can’t just let her walk. She’ll tell the others.”

“We can’t just kill her.”

“I never said that, but we can make her forget. Give her a whole new life as a civilian.” He said.

“What if they find her?”

“In a city with millions of people? They think she’s dead. They won’t go looking.”

A device was put over your head and with the twist of a dial, your mind was wiped clean. Once it was done the agent pulled out a gun, destroying the device as it sparked and smoked.

Anger tore through Wanda as she pulled out. She hasn't felt this angry in years and she was itching to direct it at the man in the room and ones outside of it.

"What is it, lyubov?" Natasha asked.

“Sheild did this to her.” She spat.

“What are you talking about?” Bruce asked.

“They wiped her memories because she figured out they set the bombs in the factory that night.” She sneered.

Bruce looked away, as guilt washed over his face.

“What do you mean? What bomb? What’s shield?” You asked. Your chest rose and fell quickly not understanding what was going on.

“It’s ok, kotenok. Just breathe.” Natasha said, rubbing your shoulder.

“We need to leave.” Wanda choked out.

“What?”

“My powers won’t be able to reverse it. Not without causing her pain. We still have a job to finish.” She said.

Bruce snapped his head towards them and his jaw dropped.

“The explosion was you. I should have known.”

“Look I don’t know what’s going on but I want my memories back. I don’t care if it hurts.” You said.

Natasha cupped your jaw and you shivered under her touch.

“Are you sure?”

“Please. I always felt something was wrong but everyone told me I was paranoid and my girlfriend blamed it on me working too hard.” You said rolling your eyes.

Natasha felt like she’d been slapped. She remembered her place and released your jaw. She saw Wanda tense beside her but she made no move to comfort her. She knew when her girlfriend was like this nothing could ease her tension until she had her alone.

“I won’t do it. I don’t want to hurt you.” Wanda mumbled.

“It’ll be over in a second.” You argued.

“No, it won't. It’ll take much longer than just now and it’ll feel like your brain is being cut open-

“I don’t care.” You huffed.

“Well, I do!”

"My god - Why?!”

“Because I love you!” Wanda exclaimed.

Your mouth opened in shock and Natasha bit her lip to stop from laughing at Wanda’s exasperated expression. It reminded her of the time the three of you got together. It was eerily similar to the same argument all those years ago when you were completely oblivious of their love for you.

“You love me?”

“I shouldn’t have said that.” She said shaking her head.

“But you did so clearly that means we were a thing before this. So that must mean you want me to have my memories back too. Sounds like a win-win all around.” You said, cheekily, but Wanda wasn’t amused.

“Oh, you are definitely still in there, detka.” Natasha said chuckling.

A pulse hit Wanda’s barrier and Natasha rolled her eyes seeing Strange prepare for another strike.

“Looks like you don’t have a lot of time left.” Bruce said.

“Who is that?” You asked.

“A thorn in my side.” Wanda stated, raising her hands and opening a portal. “We have to go Natasha. Now.”

“Take me with you.” You said, standing up.

Wanda’s mouth opened in shock. The determination in your eyes was addicting. Natasha remembered all the other times you got this look, but now wasn’t the time to stroll down memory lane.

“Absolutely not.” Wanda said.

“She’s right. It’s um – not safe with us.” Natasha mumbled.

“Oh please. Tell her the truth. You’re murderers.” Bruce sneered.

“They deserved it.” Natasha shrugged.

“You really have changed. I wanted to believe that you could still be in there somewhere and maybe I saw a glimpse just now with Y/n, but the Natasha I know would never say something like that.”

“You never knew me, Bruce. Not really.”

“That’s a lie and you know it.”

“Someone's still sore Nat left him high and dry. It's been ages Brucey, you need to get over it.” Wanda teased.

The assassin chuckled darkly and walked over to her. You took a step forward to join them but Natasha’s hand met your chest and her face instantly softened.

“You have to stay here.” She said, aginst every fiber of her being that wanted to pull you through the portal with them.

The pout on your face almost cracked her resolve, but she stood strong and took a step back.

“Oh, and for the record, Y/n. I love you too.” She winked.

They watched as your mouth gaped open and you vanished along with the portal. Natasha reached out but Wanda dodged her and made her way to the kitchen.

“Wanda-

“If you ask me if I’m ok I’ll put you through a wall, Natasha.” She said, grabbing a bottle of vodka from the cupboard.

Natasha chuckled and wrapped her arms around her from behind.

“Have you forgotten that I love you? Or am I only allowed to show it by fucking you?” She teased, kissing her neck.

Wanda sighed and sat the bottle down and grabbed her hands in her own.

“I'm sorry. I’m just on edge.”

“Of course you are. So am I.”

Wanda turned around in her arms and snaked her hands around her shoulders.

“I don’t know what to do now.” She said, biting her lip.

“You don’t want to finish the plan?”

“I do. God, Nat I do, but I also know that if she gets her memories back that she’ll-” She sighed and closed her eyes as her emotions pushed past the wall she built for herself over the years. “I don’t want her to hate us.”

“I know, but we don't have any control over that.”

“So what do we do?”

Natasha led her to the couch and pulled her onto her lap.

“We finish the plan, see if Bruce has made any progress and we go from there.”

They waited until nightfall. They knew especially after their little visit to the tower that Shield would go underground. They had too much hubris to think anyone would know where their hideouts were located. They changed locations only once after Natasha left three years ago and she’d thought Fury would be smarter than that.

They tapped into the camera feed that Wanda’s spies planted and they waited. They watched the agents run around like rats in a trap as the clock ticked down.

When the time came, Wanda chanted low under her breath and bomb after bomb went off like clockwork. All that was left on their monitors was static. This time Natasha gave into the memories.

"It won't do you any good to do that." Wanda said and cracked open the bottle of vodka and took a swig before passing it to her.

"I know, but it doesn't hurt anymore." She said taking a swig.

She welcomed the burn and turned off the monitors. It would take them years to rebuild for those that were still alive and they would remember this day for the rest of their lives. They'd have to deal with it, just like they had.

“You still thinking the Caribbean?” The witch asked with a smirk.

“I don’t know. I’m kinda thinking Santorini.”

Wanda hummed and laid her head on her shoulder.

“You want me to do it don’t you?” She whispered.

Natasha ran her hand through dark strands wanting to comfort the witch. She wanted you back, that much was clear. There was no guarantee you would want them too, with or without your memories, but the thought of you walking around the way Shield designed pissed her off more than anything. They both had the freedom to choose how to live and you deserved that too.

“I don’t like the thought of her being in excruciating pain, but yeah I want you to do it.”

“Just give me time, ok?”

“Ok, detka.” She said, kissing her crown.

Natasha knew It was hard for her. All she had to do was watch and she knew she would feel the same if she was the one inflicting the pain.

“Thank you.” Wanda whispered.

She raised her head and captured her lips in a searing kiss. Natasha took the bottle from her hands and placed it on the table as Wanda crawled into her lap.

“Let me help you take your mind off it.” She whispered, kissing down her jaw to the curve of her neck. Wanda sighed and yelped as Natasha picked her up and carried her to their bedroom.

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Constant knocking woke Natasha up and she scrambled out of Wanda’s arms and walked to the door. Her breath hitched when she saw you through the peephole. She opened the door quickly and pulled you through it.

“How the hell did you find us?” She asked, looking down the hall.

“Relax, they don’t know where I am.”

Natasha scoffed and grabbed a tracer from a drawer. She ran it all over you and took a breath when it didn’t detect a tracker.

“How did you find us?” She asked, folding her arms over her chest.

“I saw the apartment through the portal thingy and recognized the layout. My um- my girlfriend lives in the building.”

“What’s her building number?” Wanda asked entering the room.

“Why so you can kill her?” You said, quirking your brow.

Natasha chuckled and Wanda narrowed her eyes.

“She was followed.”

“Of course she was.” Natasha deadpanned.

“But I snuck out!”

“Your thoughts are loud, little one.” Wanda said, running her hand down your arm. “Did they really think sending you would make us turn ourselves in?”

“Yes, but that wasn’t my plan, which is why I didn’t tell them where I was going.” You said smugly.

“Which is also why they followed you.” Natasha teased.

You gaped as you watched them move around the room collecting equipment. Wanda opened a portal and Natasha walked through without a word. The front door broke down and Steve and Bucky ran through but stopped short when they saw Wanda with her hand raised.

“You coming or what?” She asked and you nodded sharply and walked through.

“Wanda.” Bucky said, with pleading eyes.

“She’s safe with us and you know it.”

“It’s not too late.” He said.

“Too late? You both know the raft would be a vacation for what they'd want to do to us.”

“What are you going to do with her?” Bucky asked.

“You can’t keep her against her will.” Steve said.

“If she wants to leave we’ll let her go.”

“I’m sorry.” Steve said when she started to walk through.

“It’s a little too late for that too, Cap.” She said and closed it behind her.

The safe house was a cozy cabin in the middle of the woods. Natasha actually preferred it to the penthouse but they needed to stay in the city where they could be close to the targets. She watched you with amusement as you walked around the cabin inspecting everything. You were just as curious as you were before. The familiarity of it sent a pang to her heart.

“Where are we?” You asked.

Wanda gave you a pointed look and you rolled your eyes.

“Are you hungry?” Natasha asked, pulling items from the fridge.

“No.” You said, sitting down at the table.

They moved around the kitchen in tandem as they made breakfast. The domestic scene was jarring compared to what you’ve been told about them the past couple of days. The fact that these women killed so many people confused you. They didn’t seem dangerous or unhinged. If anything they looked sad.

“Why did you do it?”

“Do what?” Wanda said, flipping pancakes on the stove.

“You know what.”

“They were responsible for what we thought was your death.” She shrugged.

“But I’m not dead.” You said, stating the obvious.

“No you’re not, but they still erased you from this world one way or another.” Natasha said, putting a plate in front of you, “I know when you’re lying, detka. Eat.”

You chuckled nervously and poked the pancakes with a fork.

“You really think we would poison you?” Wanda asked.

“I don’t know honestly. The Avengers told me all about your, ya know.” You said, making a stabbing motion.

“And yet, you came through the portal anyway.” She countered.

“Yeah I still don’t know why I did that, or even wanted to come the first time.” You said shaking your head.

Everything was so confusing. All you knew was you felt drawn to them. You figured that made you crazy.

“You’re not crazy, lyubov.” Wanda said.

“Right. The mind-reading.” You mumbled, and your cheeks flushed under the witches smirk. “So what now?”

“You mean you didn’t think things through when you entered a portal to god knows where with a witch and an assassin?” Natasha jested.

“Ha ha, but no. I just want you to reverse whatever it is those assholes did to me.”

Wanda sighed and poured a glass of juice. Natasha smirked as the witch pretended you hadn’t said a word and sat down next to her to eat her food. You pushed your plate away and walked over to the stubborn woman.

Wanda looked startled when you planted yourself on her lap and wrapped your arms around her shoulders.

“Y/n, what are you doing?”

“It’s rude to ignore people you know.” You said.

“I um – Nat?” She said, whipping her head to the redhead.

“Don’t look at me. The little one clearly wants your attention.”

Longing flickered in Wanda’s eyes and she shook her head, trying to push the feeling down.

“You can’t do this. It’s not fair.” She choked out.

Your eyes widened and you got off her lap, wiping your sweaty palms on your sweater.

“I’m sorry. It just - it felt natural. I won’t do it again.” You said, ducking your head.

Wanda cleared her throat and stood up from the table and briskly walked into the bedroom.

“Shit.” You mumbled.

“It's ok, milaya. This is complicated.” Natasha said, cupping your cheek.

“I think that’s an understatement.”

“Yeah. I guess it is.” She said, rubbing her thumb over your cheek and left to follow after Wanda.

The witch was pacing in their room and Natasha leaned on the wall as she watched her process her thoughts.

“Is she trying to seduce us or something? Is that their stupid plan?” She hissed.

“No, lyubov. Even without her memories, Y/n would never do something like that.”

“Than what was that!”

“You heard her, it felt natural. That’s a good thing Wands. Maybe parts of her are starting to slip through.”

Wanda scoffed and Natasha grabbed her shoulders to still her.

“She’ll want to go back.” She whispered.

“You don’t know that.”

“Don’t I? I’ll put her memories back, she’ll leave and go back to them and we’ll be without her again.”

“What if she stays?”

“She won’t. She’s – she’s good, Natasha. Her heart is kind and loving and pure. We’re tainted.”

Natasha knew everything she said was true but she still had a sliver of hope.

“She may still love us anyway, but we won’t know unless we try.”

Wanda sucked in a breath as she calmed her racing heart. Her fingers twitched needing to punch something but she focused on Natasha instead and gave in.

“Fine.” She said and walked out into the living room before she changed her mind.

You were sitting on the couch playing with a loose strand on the pillow in your lap.

“I’m so sorry Wanda. I-

“I’ll do it.”

“You will?” You asked, shocked.

“Yes, lay down on your back.”

“There’s a joke on the tip of my tongue but I’m guessing this isn’t the time for it.” You said, biting your lip.

Natasha chuckled and sat down on the floor next to you.

“Still our Y/n.” She said, and you blushed.

Wanda took a deep breath and placed her hands on your forehead from behind.

“Please forgive me for this when I bring you back.” She whispered.

You looked up at her with sincere eyes and it made her heart stutter in her chest.

“I will.” You whispered.

Red tendrils released from her hands and you closed your eyes as she entered your mind. Wanda pushed past the fog but as she pushed the memories forward your head felt like it was on fire. Natasha held you down as you screamed and Wanda winced willing it to go faster. You thrashed as the pain grew more intense and Natasha held you down.

“How much longer?” She asked.

“Almost there,” Wanda choked out.

Your wails pierced her heart but she held on, getting every last one until the barrier was broken and your memories were at the forefront of your mind. She took a shaky breath as she released the scarlet and your eyes cracked open to see them both with tears in their eyes. You sat up wincing as the dull throb in your head increased and time caught up with you.

They held their breath waiting. You hadn't made a sound and they were starting to wonder if it worked but you stood quickly and turned your back to them.

“Please say something.” Natasha said.

Your shoulders dropped and you shook your head.

“I don’t know what to say, Nat.”

Wanda released her breath but the ache in her chest continued to grow. She knew you were crying by the sound of your voice.

“If you want to leave-

“Stop, Wanda.” You said turning around. “You don’t get to take the easy way out.”

Wanda ducked her head and the women stayed quiet as you processed your thoughts.

“How many people?” You whispered.

“We didn’t exactly keep count.” Natasha said and flinched when you scoffed.

“Did it feel good? And don’t lie to me.”

“Yes.” Wanda said.

“You were gone and -

“So what? You decided to go on a killing spree!” You exclaimed.

“It wasn’t exactly a spree.”

“I swear to god Natalia if you keep being a smart ass about this.” You said, shaking your head. “It doesn’t make sense. Any of it. God Wanda, you told us once that you’d rather have the world burn than let anything happen to us but I didn’t think you meant it literally.”

Wanda pursed her lips and looked away.

“Well, I did.”

“I just don’t understand how this happened.”

“You died.” Natasha said, wiping away a stray tear.

“You grieve and you move on.” You argued.

“They needed to pay for what they did.”

“Well, you sure as hell made sure that happened.” You scoffed.

They felt the same, they looked the same but they’d changed so much from the women you knew four years ago. Your mind was a mess trying to catch up.

“So that's it, you don’t love us anymore?” Wanda asked, and you knew she was reading your mind. Normally you would scold her but the look on her face broke your heart.

“Of course I love you, how could you even ask me that?” You said, walking up to her. “I just think you loved me a little too much.”

“I don’t regret it and I’d do it again! They took you away from us. They – fuck Y/n you have no idea what it was like that day. You were just gone! The love of our life was just gone.”

Wanda sucked in a breath as tears escaped her eyes and you wiped them away. You pulled her into your arms as she sobbed against you. Natasha was trying to keep it together but she broke the second you pulled her closer and she buried her head in the curve of your neck.

“It’s ok. I’m here.” You said. “I’m sorry I ever left.”

They held you tight and you cried too. You mourned for what they lost when they lost you. You meant what you said to Wanda. You still loved them and you knew you would love them no matter what they’ve done.

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They were still the women you’ve always known but they were different. Darker. You fell in love with that part of them too. Wanda was more mischievous and Natasha was more dominant. It was a new normal that you quickly fell into, but one thing stayed the same. They both loved teasing you.

“Nat, please.” You moaned.

She was buried inside you to the hilt but she refused to move for what felt like hours. Wanda rode your face for the third time before she collapsed beside you to catch her breath.

“You hear that Wands, our dumb little cock whore wants me to fuck her.”

Wanda chuckled and licked her cum off your cheek humming at her own taste. She decided to have her fun torturing you and played with your breasts and clit as you squirmed underneath them.

“I don’t know Nat, I don’t think she’s earned it yet.” Wanda said, kissing the side of your neck.

“I’ll do anything please, just fuck me.”

“Anything?” Natasha teased, thrusting her hips.

“Yes! Anything, please.” You stammered.

You were drenched. You felt your slick on the sheets underneath you and they loved how desperate they made you.

“Say the magic words.” Wanda teased.

You whimpered biting your lips as the words flooded your mind. Over time they started to corrupt you little by little. You were hesitant at first to join their sprees but you started to enjoy yourself. The only rule you had for yourself was no killing and they were ok with that but they would make you admit their violence turned you on. Just hours ago Wanda snapped a man's neck from touching your ass at a local Greek bar. You tried to hide your lust but they knew you too well.

“Come on, little one you know what you have to say and you get my cock.”

You moaned as Wanda pinched your aching clit.

“I like it when you- fuck.” You panted as she chuckled darkly and pulled it between her fingers.

“What was that?” She cooed.

“I like it when you kill for me.” You moaned, and Natasha snapped her hips fucking you at a brutal pace.

“That’s our good girl.” She grunted.

Natasha gripped your waist and you cried out as the head of her cock brushed your walls. You bucked your hips whimpering as your aching hole finally got relief.

“It feels so much better now doesn’t it?” Wanda said, rubbing your clit.

“Yes.” You whimpered. “so good.”

Wanda grabbed your jaw and connected your lips. You moaned in her mouth as she bit down on your bottom lip drawing blood. Her tongue licked it away and you chased her with your own as she grabbed your neck.

“You're so pretty like this, little one.” She said squeezing.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you grew lightheaded the more she held on and your walls clamped down around Natasha’s cock as she pounded your pussy.

“You gonna cum, detka?” She asked.

You whined as she released your throat and air-filled your lungs. You opened your mouth to answer but all that fell from your lips were moans as the coil in the pit of your stomach tightened painfully.

“Our dumb little baby can’t even speak.” Wanda teased

"You got to ask for it. You know that baby girl." The redhead husked.

“Wanna cum.” You choked out.

Natasha smirked and slapped your cheek the same time Wanda pulled your clit and you cried out as your orgasm crashed over you. Tears sprang from your eyes as you twitched in their arms. Natasha never slowed her pace and you felt another wave hit you as Wanda sped up her movements on your clit.

“Fuck, that’s it. Cry for us, detka.” Natasha moaned.

Your throat felt raw when your screams subsided. You tried to push Wanda’s hand away when it became too much but she pinned your hand down to the mattress with her magic.

“Please too much, I-

A moan ripped from your throat as you felt Natasha's cock flood your walls with her cum. Your back arched as you came with a cry. Their names fell from your lips as Natasha quickened her pace and Wanda's lips wrapped around your sensitive nipple.

“Nat more.” You moaned.

Wanda chuckled against you and Natasha pushed more inside, fucking it deeper with every thrust.

“Thought it was too much?” She teased.

"It is, but it feels so good." You whimpered.

Wanda pulled your clit and your tears fell as the pain added to the pleasure you felt.

"Our dirty baby." She husked. "be a good girl and give us one more. If you do we'll let you have a turn with our friend in the other room."

"We know how much you want to, detka." Natasha said.

You bit your lip as you turned your head towards the door. You could only imagine what they'd already done to him. Bruce was the worst tail you've ever seen. You all knew the minute he was in town and they led him straight into a trap. You knew by how much blood was on them whenever they left the room that he was barely hanging on. The thought of having a turn sent a pang straight to your clit.

"It's ok, baby. You can start small and still stick to your rule.” Natasha grunted.

“I - please, please.” You whined as she sped up her thrusts, the slaps echoed in the room the harder they became.

“After all the knife I plunge in his heart will be the thing that kills him.” Wanda husked.

You moaned as she licked your cheek and you came with a cry as your girlfriends smirked down at you. You whimpered as Natasha slowed her pace and your walls twitched and pulsed around her.

"Good girl." Wanda said, pecking your lips.

"I want the big knife." You whimpered, biting your lip as you gave in to the hidden desires your girlfriends planted inside you months ago.

"You can use whichever one you want, kotenok" Natasha said, leaning down to kiss you. You hissed feeling more sensitive by the second. “We’ll never get tired of making you cum, but you need a break don’t you?”

“Yes.” You chocked out.

“Only 'cause you were so good while you warmed my cock, lyubov.” She said, smirking as she pulled out and threw the harness onto the floor.

Wanda cuddled up to your side and Natasha cuddled up to the other, kissing your cheek. You were starting to drift off being surrounded by their warmth. You buried your head in Natasha’s neck and Wanda rubbed your sides as she tangled her legs with yours.

“You did so good, baby.” Natasha said, and you melted under her praise. “And don’t worry about tomorrow we’ll walk you through it.”

You sighed feeling your walls flutter as you thought about it and Wanda chuckled rubbing your hip.

“Fuck little one. With a mind like that, you can take charge of the next one.” She said, nipping your shoulder.

“That good?” Natasha asked and you blushed burrowing deeper in her neck. You pushed back against Wanda's front and the witch moaned tightening her grip as she pushed her thigh into your aching center.

“If you keep that up you’ll be too tired to have any fun tomorrow.” She husked.

“Then stop teasing me and let me sleep.” You jested.

Natasha chuckled and kissed your crown.

“We love you, little one.”

“So much.” Wanda said, kissing the nape of your neck.

Your heart skipped in your chest as if you heard it for the first time.

“I love you too.”

You drifted off to sleep, perfectly content in your girlfriend's arms. Tomorrow would be a turning point for you but you knew as long as you had them by your side everything would turn out ok. For better or for worse.

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a/n: I can not express enough how fun this was to write! Hope you all enjoyed it

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The Fate You Fight - Masterlist [Complete]

Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader

Word Count: 21.9k

Tags: soulmate AU, telephatic link soulmate, architect!reader, jewish!Wanda, post-MoM, hurt/comfort, no proofreading

Warnings: mention of abuse, mention of suicide/suicide attempt, description of violence, spicy times, language

Summary: You never wanted anything to do with your soulmate, but when you find her in an advanced state of distress you had to help. After that, it becomes hard to let her go.

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[Part 2]

[Part 3]

[Part 4]

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Love & Liabilities Masterlist

Agatha Harkness x Reader

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

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Under pressure

synopsis: Upon joining the NYC firm as a new associate, you quickly find yourself facing the pressure of working under the firm’s star senior partner, Victoria neuman. With a reputation for excellence and an eye for potential, she was searching for a junior partner who can meet her exacting standards. You, with your impressive credentials and unwavering ambition, seemed like a perfect fit…until the pressure of meeting those high expectations started taking their toll. 

Warnings: 18+ eventual smut, no use of (y/n), cursing, no describing reader’s appearance, explicit language, fluff, angst, teasing, hurt & comfort, power imbalance, slight AU, some similarities to cannon, mentions of the boys characters (Hughie), slight age gap, rival associates, young!reader, older!Victoria, slow-burn. 

notes: Woah thank you guys for the support on my recent posts, so sorry I haven’t been more active on here just been busy with life! But finally I had enough time to finish this story. Like I said before I’ve been cooking up a little something that’s a bit slightly different than usual and well here it is, this is kind of inspired by suits if you couldn’t already tell I love that show so much Anyway a little reminder that it’s an AU so Vic isn’t a supe she isn’t married and she doesn’t have a daughter, reader has a conflicted love interest, only in the beginning. Also just a small age gap (reader’s like 2 years younger). And well that’s it!! I will be posting a new chapter every week really anytime I can but until now I don’t have a specific posting schedule yet, now enjoy.

chapter 1

wc: 2k

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing the gleaming glass and steel interior of Reed Caldwell LLP, one of the most prestigious law firms in New York City. You took a deep breath, smoothing out the front of your suit jacket. You had literally dreamed of this moment walking into a top firm as a freshly minted Harvard Law graduate—but the reality of it felt far more overwhelming than you had anticipated.

An assistant greeted you the moment you stepped into the bustling reception area. “Welcome to Reed Caldwell. I’m Claire, and I’l be showing you around.”

Before you could respond, a commanding voice cut through the ambient noise of ringing phones and low murmurs of legal conversations. “Claire, I’ll take it from here.”

Turning, You saw Victoria neuman standing near the glass partition of her corner office. She was even more striking in person than she had been in the firm’s profile you had studied religiously. Sharp cheekbones, sleek long dark hair, and an air of complete control. Her expression, unreadable but undeniably powerful, was enough to make even the seasoned attorneys in the firm glance her way with deference. She strode toward you with an assured grace.

“I was expecting you,” she said, offering a firm handshake. “Welcome, I’ll be conducting your orientation personally.”

Claire gave a polite nod and retreated, leaving You alone with Victoria. You tried to keep your cool, even though standing in front of the firm’s most formidable senior partner sent a surge of adrenaline through you. Holy shit this  is it, you thought. This is where it all begins.

Victoria’s gaze was intense, eyes scanned your figure appraising you without a word for a few beats longer than comfortable. You could feel your own heartbeat quicken in response. Then, with a subtle nod of approval, she motioned for you to follow.

“Come. I’ll show you around,” she said. “I want to ensure you understand exactly what’s expected of you.”

As you walked, Victoria didn’t bother with the typical pleasantries. Instead, she dove straight into the firm’s culture and expectations. “At this firm, we pride ourselves on delivering results. Clients expect nothing less than perfection. You’ll be expected to hit the ground running, and I don’t tolerate mistakes. Learn fast, think faster.”

She led you past rows of open offices, filled with sharp-suited attorneys hunched over laptops or on hurried phone calls. The energy in the room was palpable, like a live wire buzzing beneath the surface.

“You came highly recommended,” she continued, glancing at you sideways, “so I assume you’re ready for what this job demands. Your education is impressive, but that won’t matter much if you can’t perform here. I don’t give second chances.”

You arrived at a glass-walled conference room. Victoria paused in front of it, turning to face you fully. “This is where deals are won and lost. Every conversation in this room has the power to change the course of someone’s life—or their career. You’ll need to be as sharp as a blade if you want to survive here.”

You swallowed, nodding, the weight of her words settling heavily on your shoulders. hmm no pressure, you thought wryly.

Victoria’s expression softened for a fraction of a second. “You’ll be working closely with me. I expect dedication and loyalty above all else. You deliver, and you’ll go far. Fail, and—well, let’s just say you won’t have time to pack your desk.”

The edge in her tone sent a chill through you, but it also lit a spark. This was exactly what you wanted—the chance to prove yourself, to become someone worthy of standing in such a firm like this. The stakes were high, but so was the reward.

“Any questions?” Victoria asked, crossing her arms, waiting.

You shook your head. “No, I’m ready.”

Victoria’s lips curved slightly, just shy of a smile. “Good. We’ll see about that.”

You returned the smile and watched as she trailed down the hallway, your eyes fixated on the way her curls danced with her every movement. The sway of her hips hypnotized you, a vision you couldn't tear your gaze away from. Her delicate blossom pink skirt hugged her body, outlining her curves that made your heart skip a beat.

You spent the rest of the morning buried in a flood of emails, client files, and case briefings that had been stacked neatly on your desk. It was a lot to take in more than you had imagined—but you welcomed the challenge. 

The buzz of the office continued around you phones ringing, associates pacing with urgent phone calls, and the distant hum of printers churning out documents by the dozen.

As you settled into your cubicle, you felt a presence lingering nearby. Glancing up, you saw a guy, another associate—tall, sharp-dressed, and carrying the kind of swagger that suggested he had something to prove. You had seen him briefly during your orientation but hadn’t yet exchanged words.

“It’s you, right?” He leaned against the edge of your cubicle, arms folded across his chest. “Heard you’re the new associate.” His tone was casual, but there was something in his eyes that felt like a challenge.

You nodded, unsure of where this was going. “Yeah, just started today.”

“Harvard, huh?” He scoffed slightly, shaking his head. “Well, let me give you some advice. This place doesn’t care where you went to school. All that matters is how fast you can keep up, and—” He paused, leaning in slightly, lowering his voice. “—how well you play the game.”

You raised an eyebrow, What the?- not entirely sure what this guy was getting at, but before you could even respond, a sharp voice sliced through the conversation.

“Hughie,” came Victoria’s voice, cutting through the air with a tone that brooked no argument. She was striding down the hall, her eyes fixed on him. “Quit wasting time, and get back to work. I need you in my office now.”

Hughie stiffened, his cocky expression dropping in an instant. Without another word, he pushed himself off your desk and muttered, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” before turning and following Victoria down the hall.

You watched them go, Victoria not bothering to glance back as Hughie trailed after her like a scolded schoolboy. You turned back to your desk. 

Shaking it off, you focused back on the files in front of you. You didn’t have time for distractions. And Victoria had made it pretty clear that there was no room for error here, and you were determined to prove that you were more than just another Harvard graduate with a shiny diploma.

The office was quieter now, the once-bustling space reduced to a few late-night workers finishing up their tasks. You, exhausted but resolute, packed up the last of your paperwork and headed for the exit. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the hallway as you made your way towards the elevators.

Passing by Victoria’s office, you glanced in through the glass panels to see her still working, her silhouette illuminated by the glow of her desk lamp. You were about to step into the elevator when you noticed her approaching.

“Late night?” She asked as she arrived beside you, her tone softer than it had been during the day.

“Just trying to get up to speed,” You replied, pressing the button for the elevator.

She nodded, her gaze thoughtful. “Hey um, listen about earlier. Hughie can be a bit… intense. I’m sorry if his behavior was off-putting. He’s known for his competitive nature and his, well, cocky personality. It’s not personal.”

You raised an eyebrow, nodding appreciating the gesture. “Thanks for letting me know. It’s been a bit… overwhelming.”

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. You both stepped inside, the small space cocooning you in an unexpected moment of quiet. Victoria glanced at you, her professional demeanor giving way to something more genuine.

“Just keep your head up and stay focused. You’ve got potential, and that’s why you’re here,” she said, offering a small smile.

You nodded, feeling a flicker of reassurance from her words. “I will. Thank you.”

The elevator came to a gentle halt on the ground floor. As the doors opened, Victoria stepped out, pausing to give you one last look.

“Good night,” she said, her voice carrying a note of warmth. “See you tomorrow.”

“Night,” You replied, watching as she walked away down the corridor to the lobby.

You trudged up the stairs to your apartment, exhausted after the demanding day at the office. You fumbled with your keys and finally managed to unlock the door. Pushing it open, the dim light from the hallway barely illuminated the space as you stepped inside.

Your hand instinctively reached for the light switch, only to find the room already bathed in a soft glow. Your eyes were drawn to the figure sitting on the couch, arms crossed, a silhouette against the light. Your heart skipped a beat.

“Oh hey, you scared me,” You said, letting out a sigh of relief as you recognized the figure. You jingled the keys nervously and held a hand to your chest. “What are you doing here?”

Her eyes were fixed on the floor, her expression a mix of frustration and sadness. She didn’t respond immediately, letting the silence stretch.

“What’s going on?” You asked, stepping closer. You reached out to lift her chin to meet your gaze, but she turned her head away, brushing your hand aside.

“We need to talk,” She finally said, her voice trembling slightly.

Your brow furrowed. “What’s wrong? You’re acting like something’s terribly wrong.”

Her frustration boiled over. “It’s not just ‘something’—it’s everything! You’re always working. When you’re home, you’re so distant. It’s like you’re not even here.”

Your face hardened. “I’m working hard to build my career, This job is important. I thought you understood that.”

She stood up abruptly, her face flushed with emotion. “I understand that you’re working hard, but at what cost? You’re neglecting us. You’re never around, and when you are, it’s like you’re so preoccupied that you don’t even notice how this is affecting me!”

Your frustration matched hers. “Are you saying that my career is more important than our relationship? I’m doing this for us, to secure a future. What more do you want from me?”

Her voice cracked with anger. “I want you to be present! I want you to be here, with me. I want us to have a future together, but not if it means you’re absent from it!”

Your jaw clenched, your anger and guilt conflicting inside you. “You think it’s easy for me? I’m doing the best I can, and it feels like no matter what I do, it’s never enough. You’re not making this any easier by attacking me like this!”

Her eyes filled with tears as her anger reached its peak. “I’m not attacking you. I’m telling you how I feel. I need to know that you’re committed to us, not just your job. But it seems like that’s not something you’re willing to do.”

She turned towards the door, her movements sharp and decisive. “I can’t keep doing this anymore, I need someone who’s truly here for me, not just physically but emotionally. And right now, that’s not you.”

Your voice faltered. “Hey, wait. please I’m sorry. I’ll try to make things right.”

She paused at the door, her back still turned to you. “Words aren’t enough anymore,” she said quietly. “I need actions. Until you can show me that, I need some time.”

With that, she opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. The door closed behind her with a definitive click, leaving you standing alone in the dim light of your apartment.

You knew the decisions and the sacrifices you had to make balancing your personal and professional life, when you applied for this position, but the choice was becoming increasingly unbearable. 

The job was intense sure, but your relationship with your girlfriend was just as crucial to you. The thought of losing her was eating you alive, gnawing at your concentration and filling you with a deep sense of anxiety.

With a deep sigh you sank down onto the couch, your heart ached at the emptiness of the place that now felt suffocating. 

[meicain]

you guys wanted more, so you shall receive!! some of these r a little bit x reader bc how can i watch that perfect woman on my screen and not headcanon how she acts with her partner (especially after seeing the way she acts with sameer 🙃)

mkay one of my favourite headcanons is that this woman does NOT have a blood type (or her blood is EVERY type… idk how blood types work). my girl can give anyone a quick little at home blood transfusion!

i have to disappoint yall and say that none of the fan theory’s that vicky is still alive have convinced me. she was killed off from bad writing and i think we all need to slowly begin to accept that (unfortunately 😣). should she have been able to sense something was wrong the second butcher grabbed huggies shoulder? yes! should she have gone into defense mode since zoe was there and been on high alert anyway (especially because she didn’t 100% trust anyone other than hughie)? yes! we can even see in the background that victoria tells zoe to stand behind her, but alas she was still killed off 😒.

^ genuinely i think they had no idea what to do with victorias powers. she’s genuinely so overpowered and they dug themselves an even deeper hole by making her durability basically on-par with (or stronger than) translucents diamond skin.

on the episode where they are all on the farm (4x05) my girl should’ve been able to pop all of those stupid v-ed up animals and carried on with her day. but no, eric kripke again had no idea what to do with someone so powerful - the only thing she killed that episode was a chicken. a fucking chicken.

in this episode we really see just how well vicky is able to sense heartbeats and use her powers (contrary to tiktok fanboy beliefs) WITHOUT HER EYES!! ugh i love when the boys all slowly begin to realise their noses are bleeding and that vicky is there. this scene also shows that she knows who’s heartbeats are who’s, since she didn’t make stans nose bleed like she did everyone else’s!

okay back to the headcanons i got a little carried away there.

my favourite head canon is that when victoria got pregnant with zoe, she knew at the earliest point she could. she didn’t even need to take a pregnancy test. she could feel her body changing. i love that victorias powers are so connected to the human body - it’s such a huge contrast that she’s felt alone her whole life but to use her powers she needs someone else to use them!

^ (kinda to do with f!reader) also to do with pregnancy but she can change fertility and periods! she can definitely tell when someone’s period is coming, in my mind she can also help soothe cramps. she can increase (or decrease) fertility. using her powers like this are something that she strongly advises against and wouldn’t even do to herself. she thinks it’s wrong to interfere with the natural body (maybe she’ll give in at somepoint and ease your period cramps but she swears she’ll never do it again!)

i think i got a little carried away… these aren’t proofread so literally ignore if nothing makes sense HAHA. feel free to drop any vicky requests in my inbox!

[margauxluthor]

for everyone who is wondering why i reblog a lot, i'm reblogging fics by authors who have deactivated their account. this is because I can't search for their works anymore. if it annoys you or you don't want your works/posts to be spam reblogged, please let me know.

[a-simple-imagine]

Too Cute to be Angry

Synopsis: A night spent talking to politicians and alt right superheroes is enough to drive anyone crazy but it's sister sage that puts you over the edge

Pairing: Victoria Neuman x fem!supe!reader (feline shifter)

Words: 3k+

A/N - self ingulgent little cat girl fic with my favourite supe written entirely for myself :)

WARNINGS - swearing, brief mention of murder and homophobia

Victoria Neuman was the busiest woman you know. if she wasn't spending her days in meetings or on Zoom calls, she was attending interviews or making speeches. she was a very driven woman. had big goals. ones you could hardly even fathom but not from lack of trying. you wanted to be part of her world but at the same time, it was so difficult to comprehend. it's not as simple as black and white. the people she surrounded herself with weren't always the best and for the most part, it's clear she tries to keep you out of it. possibly some misguided attempt to protect you.

it was a rare afternoon that was cleared just for you. nobody else around. no work calls or meetings. just the two of you sharing a quiet moment. laying on the couch with your head in her lap.A delicate hand scratches behind the feline ears that live upon your head. it feels good; and calming.a sluggish but continuous rhythm that was drawing you to drowsiness. She wouldn't mind. it wouldn't be the first time nor the last that you fell asleep on her.

"babe,"

"yeah?"

"how would you feel about going out tonight?" the answer was no. it was always going to be no. you were too content with a quiet evening to suddenly have plans thrust upon you.

"Where?" you question anyway and her hand slows.

"Tek knights." a mumbled answer that your ears pick up loud and clear. she couldn't be serious right now. there is absolutely zero reason why she would be going to see Tek Knight for anything but business and she already promised you no business tonight. it was just gonna be the two of you.

"Are you... serious?"

"some fancy party."

"no," replied snappily. "dude is creepy."

"When have you ever met tek knight?"

"once actually," you state, moving yourself up to look at her. "and he was fucking weird- asked inappropriate questions about my tail." you swish your tail, gently grazing it against her cheek.

"Well, you can just avoid him all night," Victoria insists, shoving your tail away. "I'd really like you to come."

"no thank you, can you go back to scratching behind my ears now." you lay back down.

"no,"

a heavy sigh. "Victoria," whined softly, as you nuzzled into her lap. you're tempted to gently bite her thigh but you don't. that would not help your case right now. "please?"

"if you agree to come I'll give you all the ear scratches you want."

"that's not fair."

"I need a buffer for when I can't take it anymore and that's you," she gives your side a firm pat. "I got you something pretty to wear."

"how pretty," mumbled against her legs.

"very," that meant expensive. you groan, stretching your arms and legs before sitting up. she raises a curious brow that makes you roll your eyes. She wasn't going to let this go.

"fine but you owe me," she places her hand on your head, ruffling your hair, making sure to get behind the ears. you naturally lean into her touch. this was gonna be a very long night.

Tek Knight lives in a mansion. like an actual massive mansion that's old and creepy but also kind of cool. gothic in nature and not an ounce of homeliness to its name. Victoria annoyingly leaves you alone pretty quickly and you're forced to find your own source of amusement. music plays as background noise and there really isn't anything to do here other than touch ornaments or talk with Republicans. She didn't tell you this was gonna be a party filled with right-wing nuts but here you are anyway. conversing with old white men about reproductive rights and how gay people are fine but need to stop shoving their lifestyle down Americans' throats. you observe the party from the corner of the room. helping yourself to the hors d'oeuvres as trays rush by. It's always a wonder why they don't just have actual food at these events or at least something a little less fancy. something actually tasty.

"you're Neuman's girl, right?" it's not inherently wrong so you allow the nickname especially when you realise who it comes from. she has never tried to hide your relationship but she hardly advertised it either. can't scare off the voters or whatever. you don't mind. you're not exactly in a rush to be hounded by the general public. Homelander stands beside you; strong and tall in his red, white and blue super suit. You've never been next to such a powerful supe before excluding Neuman. he was intimidating in real life.

"homelander," you declare obviously. you're not sure what else to say here. Victoria speaks about him a lot. he's also in the news all the time. you very recently watched him on TV. "I saw your trial," blurted out before you thought of the consequences. he probably didn't like to talk about him murdering a man.

"so you saw that I was found innocent,"

you nod a little. he'd been found not guilty despite the overwhelming evidence which was kind of insane but also expected. "Vicky says you should have been locked up," you agreed.

"and what do you think?" he turns his whole body towards you and you do the same. such intense eyes it's almost like he's looking right through you. you may be a supe but you were hardly on his level. Victoria says he's kinda unstable these days and anything can set him off so you try to think of something safe to say.

"I think... your eyes are really fucking blue- no wonder fascists love you," he smiles. you don't know if it's amusement or menacing but surely he understands you're joking. and if not, he likely won't attack at this fancy little party.

"calm down, I'm not going to hurt you."

"What makes you think I'm worried." he wasn't a mind reader that you knew for sure.

"your heartbeat," he replies. "but mostly the ears," the blonde points to the cat ears on the top of your head. "anyone else would call it cute," and with that, he walks away. he was a... confusing man. even from that short interaction, you can tell he can be elusive. alone once more you decide to go in search of a drink but it isn't long before Victoria is at your side.

"hi baby," you're happy to see her. you hope it means you can go home soon.

"hey,"

"What did he want?"

"Who? homelander?" why did she care? "just chatting about his trial and how cute I am."

"how cute you are?" she repeats back slowly.

"Hmm it's no surprise- everyone is obsessed with me so."

"you are adorable,"

a very bright exaggerated smile, showing your canines before your face immediately falls. "can we go yet?"

"you promised you'd hold out a couple of hours," and it was starting to feel like a lifetime.

"and I have," you groan dramatically.

"It's barely been an hour,"

"y'know, I literally got told women have too many rights," you reply. "too. many. rights- what does that even mean?"

Victoria sighs softly. "I know they can be... opinionated but just suck it up for me okay? it'll be over before you know it,"

"I wanna go now,"

"I know," she runs a gentle hand along your back. "but this is important."

"why is it so important?"

"I- I can't tell you that right now," Victoria replies. She never told you anything. it was always just important calls or important meetings or important parties. it made you want to roll your eyes. "just please behave for me," you put on a pout. "and I'll take you to the nice restaurant with the fancy cakes you love,"

"Really?" said cautiously. when in doubt she'll bribe you. not because she doubts you'll do it for free but rather as an insurance policy. better safe than sorry.

"Always so easy," she chuckles. "you gotta work on keeping your ears in check. perked right up when I said that,"

you frown a little, reaching up to cover your ears with your hands. "stupid ears."

"It's cute," she hums softly, a kiss placed against your temple.

"I hate you," said sharply.

"Just... mingle or something." Victoria pats your shoulder before leaving you alone again. you follow her with your eyes as she walks up to some old man. you decide to go for a walk and find that drink you were after.

"you arrived with Neuman," stated matter of factly. sister sage walks up from behind you. you cover your mouth as you finish the little pastry you stole off a tray.

"Sister Sage," mumbled through a mouthful before you swallowed. "newest member of the seven- I heard you're like the smartest woman ever."

"smartest person," she corrected.

"smartest person," you repeat. "what's someone so smart doing in a place like this?"

"we're surrounded by some of the most powerful people in the United States of America right now," Sage explains. you know on some level that should mean something to you but you hardly feel excited or proud. quite the opposite. you were in a room with some of the worst people in the United States of America. Almost all of them are against the very things you are.

"but not the nicest," you grab a champagne flute as it passes by, taking a long-needed sip of bubbly liquid.

"nice only gets you so far," she continues. "you're probably the nicest person here but also the least important."

wow. okay. rude. "I wouldn't call myself the least important."

"I would," she replies. "even the waiters are of more value right now. you're just Neuman's basically pet, cute but useless."

you're not sure what to say to that. is that why Victoria never shared anything with you? didn't think you were important? just a pet to be paraded about like some cute little mascot in her parade for power? "I'm not her pet."

"how do your ears and tail work? they're biological right?" the question catches you a little off guard. such a change.

"uhhhh shouldn't the smartest person alive be able to figure that out?"

"you're a shifter but only into a feline," her eyes trail over you like this was some sort of interview or examination. "do you keep the ears for aesthetic purposes? surely, you can get rid of the cat ears and tail."

"you'd think," you shrug. "but no, I'm cursed to be every nerdy incels wet fantasy." the cat ears and tail were considered cute by many, disgusting by others and a fetish by too many. for a long time, vought used you in a lot of advertisements and commercials until you quit. you still occasionally do some ads and stuff for extra cash. Not often do people see a real-life cat girl. a hand snakes across your back and you instinctively jerk away before realising it's Victoria. "hey,"

"Can we talk?" she wears the fakest smile ever.

"hmm," sage hums. you quirk your brow.

"What?"

"Nothing," she insists. "you have the exact dynamic I would expect. don't mind me." you'd ask what she meant but she is already walking away and Victoria is leading you in the opposite direction.

"what's up?" you wonder.

"I don't want you talking to sister sage."

"why?".

"Can you listen to me for once?"

"for once?" all you do is listen to her. this whole night was for her. "I'm here listening to old men tell me I deserve to go to hell for you. this is worse than that political banquet where that man followed me around the whole night and kept trying to pet me." you huff.

"you don't think I haven't thought about popping my own head every time one of these rich idiots tries to talk to me about reproductive health?" her voice is quiet but stern. she's trying not to cause a scene. "but I put up with it so just suck up. it's important."

"oh really? never would have guessed." you roll your eyes. "I'll just go sit in the corner and stare at the wall since I'm not important enough."

"That's not what I said,"

"no I get it, don't worry," you force a smile and brush past her. "I'll be a good kitty."

it's a quiet ride home. silent even. staring out the window as bright lights zoom past. you can hear Victoria chatting on the phone. much too busy to take note of your angry brow or vacant stare. you're angry at her. Sage's words weren't helping either. playing over and over in your mind. cute but useless. you couldn't necessarily disagree. Even Vought just wanted you because of how you looked. sure you had enhanced strength and senses but that was only compared to humans. there were plenty of much stronger supes. there were even more useful shifters. you just became a cat. agile. sneaky. but ultimately just a common house pet.

"Are you gonna pout all night?" Victoria eventually asks as you pull up outside her home. it pissed you off more.

"I'm sorry, I thought I wasn't allowed to speak." replies sharply as you exit the vehicle; a quick slam of the door. you hear her get out the other side and follow behind.

"I didn't say you couldn't speak,"

"semantics," you huff back. maybe she didn't say you couldn't talk but she did try to control every conversation. who you could and couldn't speak to. always checking in to make sure you weren't saying the wrong thing. "I don't feel like talking."

"We need to."

you just ignore her. That was much better than an argument right now. all you wanted was a hot shower and to go to bed. As soon as you get inside, you march upstairs. She doesn't follow, instead heading towards the kitchen.

the hot water was a welcomed distraction from your otherwise terrible evening. it was supposed to just be about you too and she just couldn't help but make it all about herself. propping herself up to important people. sneaking off for private meetings that you weren't allowed to attend. you go to bed alone. she was probably downstairs working like always. you don't know how long it is before she joins you.

"you have to talk to me eventually," Victoria hums. "can't sulk in your other form forever."

whenever you fought you liked to shift. being a cat was simpler. nobody had any expectations for cats. it was like the perfect excuse to not have difficult conversations. She couldn't understand you after all but you could understand her. loud and clear. "just tell me what's wrong."

you stretch out. fluffy kitty paws morph into human hands and legs sprawled out in the darkness. you sigh softly following on to your back. Victoria is sitting on the edge, looking down at you. "I'm not your pet," growled quietly.

"I never said you were,"

"that's all anyone sees me as," you reply. "Neuman's girl. neuman's pet. cute but useless/ that's what sage said."

"that is why I didn't want you talking to her," she replies.

"but she's right," you express. "you don't treat me like we're equals. you hide stuff from me. tell me it's too important and I won't understand. I'm not a fucking child or your silly little house cat, Victoria."

"Baby," a gentle hand moves to your arm but you shake her off. Moving onto your side and away from her.

"don't."

"Okay," she retracts her hands slowly. there's a moment of silence before she continues. "I don't see you as a child or some silly cat."

"Sure you do,"

"I don't," she insists. "I'm a politician there are some things I just can't share with you-"

"but you don't tell me anything," you interrupt

"but I admit I could share with you more," she proceeds with. "I just... I try to keep you out of all that bullshit. not because I think you're stupid or useless but because it's just easier. I don't want them tearing you down to get to me,"

"But I'm willing to take it,"

"you shouldn't have to. I don't want that for you- for us." she urges. "Sage can say whatever she wants but I don't believe those things about you. You're smart, beautiful and adorable sure but you're not useless. I'm so lucky to have someone as caring and wonderful as you."

"gross," said playfully after a moment. a small smile tugs at your lips though. "Victoria?"

"mhmm?"

"I'm sorry for acting like a spoilt brat tonight,"

"I'm sorry I made you spend an evening with all those awful people," you chuckle lightly as you roll over to look at her. they really were awful people. and maybe you weren't one of the most important people in America but you were a good person. a nice person. and that was much more interesting.

"World's worst and most boring party," you voice. "how did your private meeting go?"

she hesitates. probably a debate on whether to tell you or not. "...pretty well I think."

"Vice President Neuman has a nice ring to it," you tease. smiling up at her in the darkness. a strip of moonlight crosses her face. twinkling in her pretty eyes. it was a wild thought. one day soon you could be dating the vice president of America.

"how do you feel knowing you'll be the second lady?"

"oooh so official. so important."

"you're already so important,"

"to you maybe." you huff.

"does anyone else matter?"

"you of all people saying that is crazy," you semi-tease. it was kinda true. she cared a lot about her image. about how the world saw her. "let's just go to sleep."

Victoria doesn't answer but she does lie down, shuffling up behind you. there's a slight hesitation like she's not sure if you've truly forgiven her. you move closer to her, resting your head against her chest. listening to the way her heart thumped in her chest "night."

"good night," you hum softly as you let your eyes flutter closed. "I'm gonna get so many fancy cakes tomorrow."

[paris9]

wrong place right time

Victoria Neuman x fem!reader

Warnings: Age gap (20 year old reader), dubcon, intoxicated Neuman, Asshole men, threats of headpopping, height difference, reader works with The Boys.

(Might have spelling mistakes. did this quick.)

This wasn’t your first time sneaking through a window but it was your first time sneaking through a window to save your friends ass from getting killed at Tek Knights party. You hauled yourself over the windows ledge, falling onto the soft carpet with a small thump. You tried to make as little noise as possible as you slowly pulled yourself up. You walked down the hallway, eyeing each picture on the wall with disgust. This place really gave you the fucking creeps.

Trying to find Hughie while trying not to get caught was hard. There were so many people here.. and on top of that both the remaining of the seven and Ms Head popper herself (what you liked to call her) was here as well. You made sure to remain vigilant, looking for any clues you could find to where Tek Knight took your friend. You checked different rooms, making sure to keep clear of the main Party room. You were checking out a particular room, your eyes wondering over the fine vintage furniture, suddenly you felt your head throb, and your nose began to leak.

You took a finger and wiped away the metallic crimson liquid, you heard the door open and close behind you rather gently. Fuck! “I knew you and your little group couldn’t stay away. Give me a good reason on why I shouldn’t pop that pretty little head of yours.” Her voice was raspy and patronizing, leaving a very heavy threat in the air. Victoria Neuman. You turn around slowly, facing her, your heart felt as if it was going to explode out of your chest. “I’m not here to cause any trouble—“ she quickly cut you off “you’re always here to cause trouble.” Her voice was almost teasing, her dark eyes scanning your face, as if she’s trying to memorize every detail of you. Victoria set down her now empty glass of alcohol on a small mahogany table.

“I promise im not.. I’m just here to get someone out of here.” Your voice shook slightly. You definitely weren’t gonna reveal anything to her. There was a long moment of silence of her just studying you before she let out a simple ‘hmm.’ A long sigh escaped Victoria, “you know.. honestly, I’m actually glad you’re here..” she said simply, taking a small step towards you. You took an equally small step back, she seemed a bit intoxicated. “Yeah I don’t fucking believe that.” You mutter and a half smile formed across her red lips, it didn’t seem fake but you never truly knew with her.

“I’m serious.. there’s too many old men here who keep going on and on about what a woman should do with her body.. it’s insane really. Made’ me wanna pop my own fucking head.” She scoffed, shaking her head with a sigh. You didn’t really know what to say to her, ‘sorry???’ Or ‘not my problem.’ Instead of responding to her you just stayed silent.

“Has anyone told you how fucking gorgeous you are?” The older woman said horsely, admiring you almost.. hungrily? “Even in the most mediocre outfits..” she pointed towards your plain sweat pants and a baggy black ‘AC/DC” shirt. “Erm.. thanks..? Can I go… or…” you spoke anxiously. The congresswoman frowned, her eyes narrowing dangerously, “and why should I let you go? You know how easy it would be to just.. take care of you permanently?” Victoria stepped forward, closing in on you fast. She pinned you against the wall, you struggle but she doesn’t budge, handling you like a small pitiful puppy that just got scuffed for doing something bad.

You closed your eyes, ready to feel something… anything to let you know that she was gonna end you but nothing came. Instead you felt a cold hand travel under your shirt feeling your bare skin, her nose placed in the crook of your neck. She inhaled deeply and let out a hum of satisfaction, “you smell so.. sweet.. like strawberries and vanilla.” Her voice came out slurred. Her hands slender fingers moved up your waist, tracing your delicate skin. You open your eyes slowly, blinking confused and scared with a frown. ‘What the actual fuck..’ your mind was frantic and weirded out. Was she gonna kill you or not?

“Let me go please.” You ask gently. Neuman just sighed out, “you’re right.. I need to at least take you out first am I right?” She joked mainly to herself. You chuckle nervously “yeah.. At least take a girl to dinner first..” you move away from her. Honestly you weren’t too apposed to the idea but the group would honestly kill you or tell you how stupid you are. She watched you, “I don’t want to harm you.. or anyone..” she admitted shaking a bit, Victoria took a minute to catch her breath. She composed herself within a blink of an eye, “you can go.. this never happened.” She said coldly, turning her back to you to study a huge family portrait on the wall.

You felt bad.. honestly you really shouldn’t. She’s a shitty person but just seeing how mentally unwell she was did something to you. “Yeah um.. I’ll go.. but if you do want to get dinner sometime I can give you my number.” You said approaching her slowly. She turned her head towards you slightly, her eyes narrowing, “really.. do you really expect me to just believe you like that? Also.. you’re what..? 19?” She asked raising a eyebrow. “I’m 20.” You shrug, “besides. It won’t hurt my team if they don’t know.” You smile playfully and she rolled her eyes at you before turning away.

“Fine.. no phone numbers and shit though. Only emails.” She said with a huff. You raise an eyebrow and snort, “Emails? Really? Jesus Christ..” you mutter teasingly as she took out her phone, making you write your email in her notes app. This was humiliating for you, truly.

Once you were done Victoria excused herself as if nothing ever happened. You had a friend to rescue anyways so you got back onto that. You did finally find hughie in some type of Sex dungeon?? This place just kept getting fucking weirder and weirder.. who knew Tek knight was such a weirdo (obviously so many people) but you called Annie and Kimiko, who helped you get hughie out of there.

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Two days later you did end up getting an email from Victoria. She wanted you to meet her at some classy restaurant, telling you to wear something pretty. Which you did. It was surprising how well you two hit it off. Maybe she wasn’t the political Supe monster everyone made her out to be?

[heeeygracie]

sneak peek: a bachelorette(s) party in Kissing Booth September Issue! 🥳

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[margauxluthor]

so cute 😭🫶

[polar-biscuit-deactivated202603]

firecracker living her dream honestly 💫🧨

[margauxluthor]

all i can see is toxic yuri aaaaaah

[wndasgoodgirl]

mommy!wanda stuffing her panties in your mouth to shut you

“Mommy please fuck me…n-now…please oh please oh fuck…pretty please with a cherry on top.” You whine begging her over and over again hoping she would give in and take you already.

She gives you a stern look while you continue your nonsense. She slides off her panties holding them in her hand. "Now, baby," she says in a soothing voice, "Since your mouth is already open for me why don’t you hold these for mommy." She leans in close, her warm breath tickling your ear.

She grins, her teeth glistening in the dim light. Then, she shoves the panties into your mouth, the soft, silky fabric fluttering against your tongue as you struggle to hold them in place. The scent of her body wash fills your nose, making you feel both aroused and comforted at the same time. She holds your nose making you choke so hard you feel on the verge of passing out.

“Shh” Wanda whispers softly as her fingers gently brush away the tears streaming down your face, she gives you a reassuring smile. "I know baby, but I don’t want any more begging from you and this will keep you quiet…well at least for now."

You mumble wanting her to touch your dripping cunt as you squirm not able to move with your hands tied up. “Why can’t you just listen to me.” She grips your chin making the drool escape from the corners of your stuffed mouth. “All you do is whine, you might as well stay quiet cause I won’t be touching you for a while if you keep this up.” She slaps your thigh as you hold back from making any noises and moving too much.

She lets go of your nose letting you breath as she notices you finally behaving. She kisses your cheek and licks your neck softly, her tongue swirls around your ear as she lets out quiet hums. "Thank you for listening to me my pretty baby." She removes her panties from your mouth feeling how soaked they are throwing them on the other side of the bed. She smirks noticing you wiping your drool from your face as you stay quiet not breaking eye contact with her.

"Did you like that baby? my pretty panties in your needy little mouth. My cum stained panties against your slutty tongue." She gives your hair a tug teasing your bottom lip then sliding her tongue in your mouth pressing her lips with yours. Slowly she kisses you as her other hand teasing your pussy, her fingers rub against the sides of your clit as you whimper jerking your hips.

She pinches your thigh and bites your lip threateningly, you understand and keep your hips very still. "Good girl, now...are you ready for that cherry on top?" she mumbles against your lips smiling as she gently rubs your exposed clit praising you and comforting you with her beautiful scent.

[wandaspet-deactivated20231128]

I found you. My perfect doll.

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!r

summary: wanda is tired of being alone so she sends her 838 version to hunt down someone to be her willing doll.

warnings: mind manipulation, blood, overstimulation, dub con, R receiving, slight dumbification

word count: 1.7k

requested by @alexawynters

I do not give permission for anyone to copy and post my work on any other platform.

When you entered a strange voice filled the eerie silence, ‘A pretty girl should keep her doors locked.’ The words rang through your mind, your tiny hairs on your neck raised. The room was blanketed by darkness, only able to see a silhouette of your intruder’s shadow. Goosebumps started engulfing your arms when you noticed the air was cold, matching the temperature which you had set at 67 this morning. Wanda never moved from her position, remaining motionless and held on watching you struggle finding the light switch for her entertainment. Knots tightened in your stomach and your mouth dried. 

Desperation for escape urged you to step back, but unseemly force held you in place, rendering your arms behind your back. You were now completely defenseless as terror ridden your face muscles. Wanda’s finger danced effortlessly at her side, beckoning your body to float towards her. 

You made poor attempts to calm your panicking self with sharp intakes of air escapes through your nostrils and mouth. It drove you to twist your body around as one last desperate attempt to escape. However Wanda’s laugh ceased your movements and you gazed in shock. She was mocking your struggles, consciously craning her head to the side, she locked eyes with you. A smile crept across her face. “I’m Wanda.”

Thoughts swam around like a washing machine in your head. Who is this Wanda? Why is she doing this and how is this possible? While youwanted answers, Wanda kept smiling as her fingertips started skimming along your jawline to your lips, pushing her thumb against them with her tongue sticking out slightly in a thinking manner. “You’re going to be perfect.” She murmured.

“Wh-y are you doi-ng…this.” 

Wanda tapped a finger on her chin and shrugged. “I was bored.” She smirked cockily. “You looked so intoxicating in your uniform today.” 

You gulped and wetted your lips as you spoke. “An-d this…” You looked fixedly down at Wanda’s magic holding you in the air. “What is this? How can y—ou do this?”

“Nothing you need to worry about.” She then forced you closer face to face. She pressed her hand on her chest and closed her eyes. Your brows are knitted together to what she was planning next. Your vulnerability absolutely excited her and she wanted so bad to tear you apart. “Your heart is beating fast, little one.” She tightened the bonds on your wrist more, making you groan, your body stiffened as agony crushed against your ribs, shallow breaths only coming out. “Do you mind if I have it?” 

"Pl-ease.” You took a couple deep breaths despite the pain Wanda was inflicting on your body, you decided on pressing further. “I don’t know you and you don’t know me. So why the hell are you doing this and what the hell are you?” 

“It seems I have to teach you a lesson.”  The tone of her voice was raspy and low, making your spine tingle with chills. You searched her face but all you got in return was a blank expression. She spoke softly against your ear now, her warm breath humming on your ice cold skin. “I hate my doll being badly behaved.” Her lips parted, nipping your earlobe between her teeth. Red tendrils wisped over, pulling you from your thoughts, your mind seeped into corruption. 

You couldn’t tell what was going on anymore. Everything around you seems slow and you hadn’t noticed you were on your bed facing the ceiling with heavy eyes and a heavy head. Wanda straddled your hips, the sight of you vulnerable beneath her she started becoming more eager to break you. She lifted the spell she had casted earlier, pulling you out from your dazed dream and forcefully spreading your arms and legs. “Oh, look at you. So precious.” Wanda moaned. “So vulnerable.” She smirked. 

You struggled against the bonds which held you down. You watched carefully as Wanda fingers skimmed along your lip, threading down your throat. “Malyshka.” She started, her fingers curled around, pressing lightly into either side of your neck. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you.” Wanda moved her hips slowly as she tucked her bottom lip between her teeth. “I can feel it. I can feel you.” 

She laughed at your naïve expression, watching how your face shifted over numerous emotions to try to figure out what she meant. Earlier Wanda had cast a spell before she gave you back control of your mind. She moved her hips this time harder, your body squirmed beneath her and the little wetness pooling from your pulsing arousal was making you crazy and you hated how your body betrayed you. Wanda was holding you hostage and you were turned on by it all.

You twisted your head to the side avoiding her daunting eyes. “Don’t be like that doll.” She bent down and grabbed your face inhaling your sweet scent she wanted injected inside her veins. Oh how she missed this. Missed you. “Remember I promised I will always make it better.” 

“What do you mean?” You shuddered. “I never met you in my life.” 

Wanda pouted as she summoned a knife in her hand and pressed the tip on your collarbone. She pressed it even harder now, dragging the blade down towards your breast. Your shirt ripped open as blood trickled to the bottom of the knife’s hilt and over Wanda’s knuckles. A horrified look painted your face when she took it in her mouth and moved her tongue across, the bitter taste of her knife mixed with saltiness of your blood was everything. “I lost you before I won’t lose you again. I’m going to take you away from here. A place where we can both be happy again.” 

This time your struggles become more frantic and you shook your head trying hard to drown her out. She must be speaking nonsense because you’d remember her right? How could you forget someone like her. How could you forget someone like her! You asked yourself the same question as if you would remember anything. It wasn’t until Wanda used her magic again and these memories of someone who looked just like you were rushing into your head all at once. “Stop please stop…what the hell is this?” You screamed in agony as memories came one by one like flash floods. 

“I love you more than anything my doll.”

“I love you too Wanda.” 

The memories stopped coming. You took several deep breaths and gazed up at Wanda. “You put those in my head…witch. That wasn’t me or maybe It was.” Confusion and anger flooded through you, struggling to understand.

“You’re dead.” 

“What do you mean I’m dead, Wanda. I’m right here.” You shouted. “You’re crazy, you know that.”

“Crazy maybe but I promised I would do anything to see you again and now here you are beneath me begging me to fuck that attitude right of you again.” She crashed her lips on yours as teeth clashed together and sucked your bottom lip, tugging it till she tasted blood. “Hmm, shall I get started honey. I want to hear you say please when you’re close, understand me, pretty doll.”

Ripping your pants off, the smell of your arousal got stronger. She didn’t waste a second and her fingers curled inside, tiny cries falling off your gaping mouth. You sunk your teeth in your wet lips to stifle your moans unsuccessfully as Wanda took her time kneading circles around your swollen clit, her other hand flattened on your bare chest. The order she gave earlier was long forgotten and in the last second you could only think about cumming. Wanda gazed sharply. She stared down at the source frowning and veins throbbing in the middle of her forehead. “Can’t even follow one simple instruction.” She seethed. 

You remain silent, heaving your chest up and down. She remained, pushing you over the edge, exhausted tears trickling down your flushed cheeks. “I didn’t know I was fucking a cry baby let alone a dumb girl who doesn’t understand the meaning of please.” She taunted. 

She tutted, shaking her head in disbelief. You didn’t utter a word but a low whine from Wanda’s torture to your exhausted body. She began moving her fingers in slow gestures as red strings wrapped your waist, a sadistic smile on her mouth. You tried resisting but her magic forced your pelvis upwards, her fingers felt heavy now as she pulled you closer having no choice to fuck her hand. Her knuckles kneaded up and down your clit painfully slowly. A quiet scream erupted and your head fell back, exposing your throat. 

“Please I can’t do this anymore.” Your bottom lip jutted out and trembled, the words came out in broken syllables. She stood there, happily watching you break down into what she wanted. 

Wanda’s full lips cushioned yours, the tip of her tongue coating your upper lip. She moaned at the saltiness your tears offered and motioned her head downwards, peppering kisses beneath your jaw.  “So do you know the word please.” She hummed. 

You took shuddered breaths while the glint in Wanda’s face can tell you were close. “Come on pretty girl and say please mommy may I cum.” Her words cut you in half and you found yourself nodding off, your pathetic sobs filling the air. “Come on honey this can all be over if you just ask nicely.”

The torture sent you into overdrive your pleas violently falling off your lips. You weren’t sure if you were speaking actual sentences anymore and you can feel your spit dribble down your chin, the sound of her heavy breath ringing in your ear. “Since my little doll said please. Cum.” She hissed and her fingers were much faster than before, hammering your abused hole as you took labored breaths. 

“That’s right, make a mess all over Mommy. I want to feel your tight pussy soak my hand.” Wanda released her magic, your body sobbing from the overstimulation you were enduring. She held onto everything you offered. Your sweet shallow breaths drive her mad. Her perfect doll was coming undone to her touches and she’ll forever cherish this memory of the day she broke you. The pain in your stomach exploded, your juices gushed out, some squirting over Wanda’s wrist. She placed her hand wanting to feel your heartbeat come back to normal. “So beautiful.” She whispered. “Mine.” 

There was nothing left in your fucked out mind except urges of satisfying Wanda and only Wanda. Red tendrils waved over, flushing your eyes in red smoke. “My perfect doll. I missed you."

[alexawynters]

I'm dead, but in the best way. Loved it, ahhh thank you so much! This made my day! Can I be Wanda's doll? Lol goalsss