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Two Reds Make White: Masterlist
[Summary] She wasn’t supposed to exist. They weren’t supposed to care. But somewhere between chaos magic and combat training, a family starts to form.
[Warnings/Content] hydra/abuse themes | reader has a name (pretty much OC) | vision bashing, kinda | slooooow burn | teen!oc
ACT ONE:
Chapter One: Mission Possible
Chapter Two: Genesis Project
Chapter Three: Subject 00-113
Chapter Four: Genetic Input
Chapter Five: W.M.002 & N.R.A001
Chapter Six: I Can't Feel You
Chapter Seven: Child Care 101
Chapter Eight: Nurture vs. Technology
Chapter Nine: Blood of the Coven
Chapter Ten: A New Normal
ACT TWO:
Chapter Eleven: Ignition
Chapter Twelve: Power of the Sun
Chapter Thirteen: Lost and Found
Chapter Fourteen: SOLARA
Chapter Fifteen: Toaster
Chapter Sixteen: What Is This?
Chapter Seventeen: Waffles in the Morning
Chapter Eighteen: Come Home
Chapter Nineteen: The Red Room
Chapter Twenty: Cut Off One Head...
ACT THREE:
Extras:
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omfg that is just too adorable
This kitteh having a little halloween adventure is one of my favourite posts of all time :)
Every fall like clockwork this photo set pops up and we all must reblog it
You know it’s getting close to Halloween when you see it appear :D
my heart….
Oh little baby kitty ❤️
Alright fine I’ll reblog this one…
my heart is being sent to space
overwhelmingly cute ❤️
Torn (18+)
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader, Wanda Maximoff x f!reader
Warnings: set during AoA, kryptonian!reader, love triangle, established Natasha x reader - fwb situation, somewhat toxic!Natasha, smut, violence, jealousy
Summary: after your home planet is destroyed, you find a new home in Asgard, but when your brother brings you along to Earth, you find more trouble than you expected.
Masterlist
"F-fuck, Y/n. Right there… Yes." The woman below you pants in your ear, nails scraping down your back to grip your butt possessively.
Your hips move faster, deeper with each thrust, making her moan. "You could've told me you were coming back today," you grunt.
She digs her nails into your skin and you hiss in annoyance, slapping her inner thigh. "Do that one more time and I'm not fucking you for a week."
The spy lets out a throaty laugh that turns into a scream when your thrusts suddenly become harsh and uncoordinated, your hands pressing down her hips. Her tits bounce with each push, her perky nipples begging for attention. You look up to her tear stricken face, enjoying the sight of her reddened cheeks and bleeding lips.
"It was- fuck… u-undercover," she's breathless, stuttering, "... secret," she manages at last, pulling your face down to her breasts, knowing you still have something to say.
You're annoyed and maybe a little bit hurt, but you still let her guide you, eagerly sucking on the tender skin, grazing her nipples with your teeth.
Maybe she'll finally agree to talk to you after.
She comes with a stifled cry, hiding her face in the crook of your neck and gets up as soon as her body stops shaking.
You have a lot of things to say, but your mouth is suddenly too dry and your throat too hoarse, so you sit on the edge of your bed and watch her dress.
"Thank you," she kisses you on the corner of your mouth, lingering, nose nuzzling against yours when she pulls away.
She looks reluctant to leave and you hope she doesn't.
The door clicks shut on her way out.
×××
"No daydreaming on the mission briefings." Clint snaps his fingers in front of your face, pulling you out of your thoughts.
You blink, eyes refocusing to see everyone staring at you in question.
"What?" You ask, shifting in your seat.
"Stark wants to know if you like your new suit," Natasha asks with a smirk on her face.
You look up at the screen in front of the room and there it is - yet another heavily modified piece of clothing you undoubtedly going to destroy on your next mission.
You can admit it looks better than the previous one, the red is much deeper and the blue is not as obnoxious, but they still clash, not coming together as seamlessly as the one you wore back home, but that's the best Stark can offer and you're thankful he's even trying, so you nod in appreciation and send him a grateful smile.
"Think this one will fall apart mid flight?" Thor teases, reminding you of one of your most embarrassing moments.
It happened when you first joined the team. Tony made you wear a suit he made, claiming it was good to match with the team, so you've listened to make him happy and fit in better. It's a good thing you wore your underwear from Asgard that day.
"Now that it's settled we should move on to the purpose of this briefing," Steve waited until he had everyone's attention before continuing, "now that Thor is finally here we can finally take back the Scepter…" he continues with the details and you easily tune him out, focusing on the redhead woman across from you instead.
The corner of her lip is still quirked up, her eyes trained on Steve as he gestures to the map on the screen behind him. You look down at your hands on the table, fiddling with your thumbs.
You wish you were better at reading humans.
“You okay?” Clint leans into your side to whisper discreetly.
You nod, managing a convincing smile. “Didn't get much sleep is all.”
He glances at Natasha not so subtly, his brows furrowing. You think he's the only one who knows about the two of you, or, at least, he suspects.
“You know what you're doing, right?”
“Yeah,” you breathe out, not knowing at all.
×××
You're hovering over the base, looking through the walls for Scepter, when you first see her.
The girl looks about your age, you think, maybe a little younger, and she is busy talking to a silver haired man. They look too out of place, dressed like high schoolers and unbothered by the attack. You frown when the girl whispers a quiet "take care of the big guy" to the boy, your mouth dropping open in shock when he runs almost fast enough to go unnoticed by you. Almost.
Deciding it's your time to intervene you warn the team before landing in front of the back entrance, eyes trained on the girl behind the door. You don't know what she's capable of and you find yourself intrigued. The door opens with a squeak and you wince, mutterings a curse under your breath.
She's out of sight by the time you enter, but you can still hear her erratic heartbeat.
"Come out," you say, tilting your head to the right. You heard enough to know she's hiding in the shadow.
You hear her gulp before she steps into your field of view, her shoulder grazing yours as she comes to stand in front of you.
She is beautiful, you think, taking note of redness in her pupils.
"You know who we are," you wait for her to nod before continuing, "you can come with me." You offer your hand, palm up, and wait for her to decide.
She scoffs and her eyes turn redder. "What makes you think I want to?" There's red around her fingers now and you find yourself curious to find out what she can do.
You smile. "You will come with us one way or another. I'd prefer not to hurt you."
You realise your mistake as soon as the words leave your mouth.
Suddenly, there's red everywhere and you're out of the building, flying through the door to the other end of the backyard. You feel a pressing weight on your chest, and when you look down you see red wisps enveloping your body, keeping you pinned to the ground.
You look up when a shadow falls on your face.
She crouches with a smirk planted on her smug face, and moves your hair out of your face. "You can come with me," she offers, mirth in her eyes and you let out a breathless laugh, closing your eyes and tilting your head back.
"I'm afraid I have to say no," you whisper after a moment, strangely content at the mercy of your enemy.
She hums, waving her hand over you and you feel the weight disappear.
When you open your eyes she's no longer there.
×××
"You just let her go?" Natasha asks later that night, her head nestled on your chest after hours of hiding her moans in a pillow as you pounded into her.
You snort. "She's a witch, Nat, I don't think I can keep up with magic."
She lifts her head to look at you, eyes searching for something you're not even aware of. "You're the fastest person on this planet. Faster than her brother, and certainly faster than her."
You look away, closing your eyes in embarrassment. You didn't even think about your speed when you faced the witch.
You feel her get up from bed, and you open your eyes, reaching for her, "Natasha- " Her eyes flash, and you close your mouth.
She shakes her head. "She distracted you. And you let her go," she huffs and bends down to pick up her panties.
You get up and catch her wrist. "Can you tell me what's going on?" You ask, searching her eyes for an answer, but you're an alien and she's the best spy in the world so you're left even more confused.
She opens her mouth for a split second before snapping it shut. She pulls away and puts on a shirt before finally speaking, "I saw the footage."
You frown.
"Didn't know it only takes a little flirting and a pretty face to make you let an enemy go," she hisses through clenched teeth.
Your mouth drops open in shock.
"Are you-" you let out a breathless chuckle at the mere thought before finally getting yourself together, "are you jealous?"
You can hear her jaw grinding, can hear her nails dig into the soft skin of her palm.
And yet, you still can't believe what she just said.
"You're a fucking hypocrite, Natasha," you say, and a split second later you're dressed and out in the nearby field, searing up towards the sky.
You don't see her falling back into the pillow you layed on mere seconds ago, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.
×××
There's a party the next day, and a part of you just wants to hop in your pod and disappear in the depths of space.
Another part of you wants to see Natasha happy and content, basking in the warmth of your arms. You know she'll never allow anyone to know about the two of you, but still, hope blossoms in your chest when you first see her go down the stairs. She moves right past you towards the bar, and you see Banner approach her with a nervous smile. His flirting is awkward and you pity the man, awaiting Natasha's response.
She flirts back.
"So… You and Romanoff?" Steve comes to stand beside you, smiling his fatherly smile, and you fight the urge to run away.
"You should tell her," he presses on, "she's not the most open person in the world, but from what I know about her, I think… there's a good chance for the two of you to be happy."
You've told her.
She doesn't like you back.
You shoot him a quick, awkward smile. "I'll think about it."
He nods, satisfied and walks up to the pair, his eyes widening when he overhears the last bit of their conversation. He winces and looks back at you, knowing you probably heard it all by now.
You shake your head at the concerned look he sends your way, and walk to sit on the couch, closing your eyes for a moment, letting your hearing go wild, listening in on an argument on the other side of the city, anything to remove yourself from this situation. The argument doesn't last too long, the engaged pair making up not even ten minutes later and you move your attention back to the party.
When you open your eyes Thor is sitting beside you, daring Clint to pick up his hammer. You sit up straighter, curious to see where it might go.
"Everyone knows it's some kind of a trick." His fingers wrap around the handle, but the hammer doesn't move an inch, much to the archers embarrassment.
Tony appears seemingly out of nowhere to make fun of Barton and you join in on the laughter, enjoying the rare moment of happiness, momentarily forgetting about your not so fun predicament.
Thor winks at you, enjoying this way more than he probably should, and hands you a bottle of Asgardian beer.
Out of the corner of your eye you see Natasha join your little game, Steve hot on her heels. She looks a little out of place, eyes laced with uncertainty when she sees an empty spot by your side. With a slight push from Steve she sits, careful not to touch you.
Banner is left standing a few feet away.
"It's simple physics," Tony grins, attempting to lift the weapon. His eyes narrow when it stays in its spot.
You rub your eyes when he decides to embarrass himself even further, calling Rhodes for backup and putting on his suit. The ridiculous game goes on, and Steve decides to try, you don't bother to watch, but then you hear metal scraping against the fine wood of the coffee table. Your head snaps up to look at Thor and immediately you know he heard it too, his eyes going comically wide for a split second before closing in relief when Steve doesn't pull harder, letting the hammer stay in its place.
"Natasha?" Banner nudges the redhead.
You roll your eyes, taking a sip of your bear. You want to go and finish the drink in the solitary of your room, maybe let out a few tears, but you promised Thor you'd stay until the very end, knowing he's set to leave in a few short days.
"I don't want to know the answer to that question," she says before taking a sip of her beer.
"Y/n?" Thor invites you to try, but you shake your head no, an excuse already on your tongue when you first hear it.
The screeching is loud enough to hurt humans, but to your enhanced hearing it's pure torture. You fall to the floor, covering your ears, letting out a silent cry and Natasha is by your side immediately, pressing you into her side, trying to ground your hearing. You hiss in pain, your head feels like it's being slit open, and you think Natasha is saying something, but you can't focus on a single thing.
The next second you feel her lips against yours and the sound is gone, replaced by Natashas frantic heartbeat.
"Focus on me, baby, come on," Natasha whispers against your lips, words barely audible. You nod, trying to regain your senses.
Her kisses move lower to your chin, then to your jaw, her fingers skimping under the hem of your shirt, setting the skin of your lower stomach on fire.
"Stay with me, baby," she mumbles in your ear.
There's a fight going on around you, robots flying around destroying everything in sight, but the only thing you see is Natasha's glistening eyes as she pulls away to check on you.
Then she's pulling you up and out of the room, narrowly missing a piece of metal flying her way, your eyes flicker around and you stop in your tracks, ready to join the fight and end it in seconds, but then there's a tug on your hand.
"They'll handle it. Let me take care of you."
You nod, feeling hope blossom in your chest.
Maybe Steve's right.
×××
They handled it and now you're off to Africa, getting ready to fight a villainous robot made of vibranium. The jet is weirdly silent - Tony's sulking in the corner, unusually quiet, Steve stares him down from his seat, jaw grinding in annoyance and you wonder what happened after Natasha led you to her room. You tried to pry away, ready to run back and join on the planning, but she didn't budge, staring you down until you relented and fell against the sheets, her fingers making quick works of your belt buckle.
Now though, she's back to acting like she doesn't care, her eyes trained on the skyline and you can't even pretend you aren't hurt.
"We are close," you warn the team, already searching for the target. Your eyes lock on the pair talking to Ultron. "The twins are there, on the second floor, talking to Ultron. We need to hurry."
Natasha looks at you for the first time since you boarded the jet. "Stay away from the witch. We'll handle her."
You scoff at her tone, mildly pissed at her bossing you around. "You're ordering me around now?" you force through gritted teeth.
Her eyes narrow and she looks like she wants to say more, but Tony pushes her out of the way to jump out of the jet, Thor and Steve following right behind him, and she's left glaring daggers at your back as you hurry along.
You look for the witch the moment you land.
She's easy to find, hiding in the shadows, waiting for a perfect moment to strike, while her brother runs around wrecking havoc.
"Little witch," you call out, startling her enough to make her jump up.
Her eyes flash in annoyance, but the second she sees it's you her lips stretch in a one sided smile. "I have a name, you know."
You nod, your lips stretching into a full blown grin. You remember how your last conversation ended, but you don't care much about the possibility of her hurting you.
"I won't," she says, like she just read your mind.
You suppose she might have, she is a witch after all.
She shakes her head, letting out a huff of laughter, "There's a lot of things I can do," her eyes flash dangerously, her smile now with a hint of malice, "make sure not to cross me." She winks and turns just in time to step out of her brother's way.
You blink, cursing yourself for getting so distracted again, and dart after her brother. It is an easy ordeal, and mere seconds later you have him pinned to the ground.
"You really should let me go," he grunts against the concrete, wiggling against your hold.
"I am an alien, not an idiot," you scoff, easing your hold on him just a little.
He stills for a moment, craning his neck to take a look at you, "An alien?"
His eyes are full of wonder, and suddenly you're reminded that the two of them are young, the same age you were when you first stepped foot on Earth.
You sigh, looking around for a cage of some sort or a piece of metal to bend around the runner.
"Why are you helping them?" He asks, wonder replaced by anger. "Do you know what he did?"
There it is. An old basement with a bulletproof door.
"Making a bomb and launching it at civilians are two very different things, you know?" You quip and his eyes flash in indignation, but before he can start his rant you push him inside, locking the door and bending the metal for a good measure.
"He did some shitty things in the past, but at least he never joined the Nazis."
You walk away, painfully aware of the truth in your words. Now that you've said it out loud you're faced with the fact that the witch you've grown to like just after two short interactions is not a good person.
Shaking your head you make your way up, one down, two to go. You squint in the dark, trying to spot Ultron, but he's nowhere to be found and neither is Tony, so you mentally brace yourself to face the witch again, but the second you step on the landing you see Thor's slumped form.
"Hey!" You shake his shoulders and slap his face for good measure and his eyes open. He's blinking rapidly, like he just woke up from a long nap, his eyes glossed over.
"Y/n!" He whispers feverishly, and pulls you in a bone crushing hug. "You're okay, of course you're okay. That witch. She warped my mind," he pants, pushing you away, "You need to make sure everyone else is okay."
You look him over, and once you're sure he's not hurt you nod, pulling him up to his feet, and take off in the direction of Natasha's heartbeat.
You stop in your tracks as soon as your eyes fall on the trembling woman. Tears stream down her face, but her eyes are focused on the floor, unblinking. She doesn't move when Clint presses her into his side, doesn't flinch when he hauls her up to her feet, but when her eyes register you she jumps as if burned, clutching at Clint.
You take a step closer, your own eyes watering, but she looks like she might throw up if you move any closer.
Clint sends you a look and shakes his head, mouthing, "I've got her."
She limps past you, shaking so violently you're sure even a human can notice.
They move past you and suddenly all you see is red.
Moving faster than the speed of light you have the witch pressed against the wall, her fingers clutched in your vice grip.
She looks up, her eyes wide and terrified.
Good, you think.
"What did you do to her?" You growl in her face, pushing her into the wall with your whole body.
No way you'll let her escape this time.
Her throat constricts. "I- Her biggest fear. I showed her her biggest fear." She sinks her body against the wall, trying to wrangle her hands out of your grip. Her heart is thrumming violently and you can't tell if the tiny skip of a beat is a result of her fear or her lie.
"She'll be fine in a few hours, I swear." Her eyes lock with yours, so unbelievably green, and you feel yourself slipping away. "Just let me go," she asks, pushing her body forwards, her fingers slipping away from your hold. Her face tilts forward until your lips are almost touching. “Let me go,” she whispers. You don't see the wisps of her magic swirl around her fingers, too focused on the way her lips move. Too many thoughts swarm your brain, but you find yourself focusing on one. You want her to close the gap.
"That's right, you want me to kiss you." Her lips almost brush against yours in a gentle peck. Your grip on her weakens completely and you're enveloped in her arms. Suddenly, she's everywhere. In your arms, in your head, in your heart. "I'm sorry about this," she whispers before pushing you off the ledge.
There's red everywhere and you find yourself falling and falling…
…and falling until your back hits the ground with a painful thud.
"Y/n! Get up. Come on." Your father helps you up, tilting your head to check the injury, but you can't focus on his face, all you can see is purple.
The planet under your feet rumbles, splitting open yet again, making your father forget about tending to your bloodied forehead in favor of hauling you up over his shoulder.
"No." You push against his shoulders when you finally realize where he's taking you. "No! I'm staying with you," you cry out, wiping the tears out of your eyes.
The sight in front of you is a nightmare. A sick, deranged nightmare. You can see the man responsible for this hold up the purple stone higher in the air, another powerful wave destroying everything in its wake.
"We have to fight, dad! We have to stop him! What about mom?!" You scream until your throat hurts, but your father doesn't budge, pushing you through double doors leading to the pods.
"We will fight," he promises, putting you down. "But you… you're destined for greatness, my child. You can't die fighting a losing battle." He places a kiss on your temple, pushing a syringe into your side.
You stare at him in betrayal, fighting against him with all your might, but your limbs get too heavy and your eyes start closing on their own.
You're pushed in the pod and your father types coordinates for Asgard. "They'll treat you as their own," he chokes, trying to fight tears, "I love you, my sweet girl."
"Y/n!"
You sit up, gasping for breath, eyes darting around the room.
"Y/n, a little help!"
Tony's voice sounds from your comms and you shudder.
"I can't-" you sob, looking around you, searching for the witch, but she's long gone, and all you can do is sit in the dark and hope someone will come and get you.
"I don't know what you saw there, kid, but our green friend might chew me up any second now. I really need you," he pleads.
Your hands shake and your legs tremble as you stand up, forcing the memory to the back of your mind. You close your eyes, letting the tears fall and tear through the roof, unaware of a pair of eyes watching you leave.
extra lessons || w.m & n.r
summary: wanda decides to teach you a similar way to natasha after seeing how successful it is
warnings: daddy kink (w), mommy kink (n), dildos, fingering, degrading, age gaps (legal), praise, mention of punishments, humiliation kink, orgasm control.
taglist: @lapiz @easybxy @wifeofnatasharomanoff @marvellllllllllllfvnvj
a/n: once again, all the russian is google translated so it might be wrong <3
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|| masterlist || || pt1 here ||
The moment you walked into Wanda's classroom, you felt her eyes bore into the back of your head and your cheeks go red. You had heard Natasha talking to Wanda on the phone about her 'lesson' she had with you and was encouraging Wanda to teach you like that. You had no idea if Wanda was going to teach you like Natashas did, but the thought of it made you so, so wet.
You start to walk over to your usual seat in the back of the classroom but Wanda's voice made you freeze and look over at her.
"Ah, ah." She clicks her fingers at you and points to the seat in front of her desk, "You're sitting up the front with me, Ms. Y/L/N."
You sigh and sit down in the front, throwing your bag roughly on the ground next to your feet.
"Don't give me attitude, Y/n. I am not in the mood today." Wanda hisses, giving you one of her signature glares. Wanda's words made your classmates around you started to 'ooh' and laugh.
"Sorry, Ms. Maximoff," You say with a little bit more sass than intended.
Wanda gives you one final glare before turning away from you and starting the lesson.
You hadn't even realised you had zoned out half way through the lesson until Wanda's hand came slamming down on your desk, startling you.
"Are you even listening, Y/n?" She asks, her voice full of annoyance and anger.
"Uh, yeah?" You stupidly answer.
Wanda smiles, "Tell me what tsvety means then."
You immediately clench your thighs together at the mention of that word. Your actions don't go unnoticed by Wanda but she doesn't mention anything.
"It means flowers."
Wanda bends down to get closer to your face, "Good girl," She whispers, just loud enough so only you could hear, "Sounds like you're more than just the dumb mutt you act like."
You couldn't supress the whimper that left your throat, causing Wanda to grin. "Natasha was right about how reactive you are. So easily turned on by a few words, hm?"
Your eyes dart around the classroom, worried that one of your classmates were going to hear how Wanda was talking to you.
"I want you to listen to my teaching for the rest of the lesson, is that understood, Y/n?" Wanda speaks louder this time to avoid your classmmates becoming suspicious at the hushed conversation you were having.
"Yes, Ms. Maximoff." You whisper, already starting to feel yourself slip into a submissive headspace.
For the rest of the lesson, you actively listened to Wanda and wrote down everything she asked. Unbeknownst to you, Wanda was secretively taking photos of you doing your school work and sending them to Natasha. She thought it was hilarious that she just had to dirty talk you to get you to do your study.
The time quickly flew by and before you knew it, the bell had already rung. You stand up and start to gather your things before pausing.
"Y/n, stay behind please."
Wanda closes and locks the classroom door. She sits back down at her desks and smiles at you.
"I understand you're getting private tutoring from Ms. Romanoff, correct?" She questions.
You feel your face start to heat up in embarrassment, "Yes."
"Ms. Romanoff has suggested I tutor you, too." Wanda hums, trying to control her growing smirk. "Come here, sweetheart." She pats her lap, inviting you to sit down on it.
When you don't immediately stand up, Wanda tsks at you. "Don't make me ask you again."
Reducently, you stand up and sit down on her lap. Her arm quickly wraps around your waist and she pulls you firmly against her, making you gasp softly when you feel her packing beneath you.
"You okay?" Wanda innocently asks, rubbing small circles on your hip.
You nod in reply, fighting the urge to grind yourself against her.
Wanda tsks again and taps your chin with her other hand, "Use your words, Y/n."
"Yes, I'm okay." You mumble.
Wanda hums and pulls out a stack of papers from her bag and places it in front of you. The pages are full of Russian words and you have no idea what half of them mean. Wanda's finger hovers over the first word.
"What does kurtka mean, baby?"
You feel your face heat up at the pet name, "I don't know."
"Last week I taught you the word in class."
You have no idea what the word translate to. You didn't listen to any of Wanda's lessons last week.
"Or do you not listen in my class?" Wanda already knows the answer to her question.
"I do," You lie, hoping she would believe you.
Wanda raises a brow at you, "I don't appreciate liars, Y/n."
"I'm sorry,"
"Already apologising? That's cute." Wanda runs her hands up and down your thighs, making you squirm in her lap.
"Ms. Maximoff-"
"Daddy. Call me daddy, sweetheart." Wanda cuts you off with a smirk.
Your breath hitches in your throat and you whimper softly. You had always imagined Wanda having a kink for being called daddy, but actually hearing her say the words made your head spin.
"Now," Wanda brings your attention back to the paper, "What does kurtka mean?"
You shake your head, "I don't know, daddy, I'm sorry."
Wanda tsks and slips her hand underneath your skirt, circling your covered clit slowly. Your hips immediately buckle in her palm, making her chuckle at your eagerness.
The whine you let out is pathetic as she pulls her fingers away.
"If you can tell me with kurtka means, you can have my fingers back." She whispers, resting her hand on your thigh.
"I have no fucking idea what that means!" Your voice comes out louder than you intended it to be.
Wanda immediately shoves you off her lap and slams you into her desk, paper and pens flying everywhere. You let out a gasp as she pushes your skirt up to your hips and takes your panties off.
Her hand suddenly slaps the inside of your thigh and you moan softly. "Don't raise your voice or swear at me ever again. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, daddy." You cry, rutting your hips desperately against nothing.
Wanda takes pity on you and slips one finger inside you, having to stop herself from moaning loudly when she feels how wet you are for her.
"Fuck, your mommy was right about easy you get wet," Wanda's words make you blush. It makes you wonder what else she has told Wanda about you.
Wanda continues to fuck you with one finger, easily bringing you to the edge of your orgasm, but before you were able to warn Wanda, you let out a loud moan and came on her finger.
The look on Wanda's face immediately made you cower in fear.
"Did you cum?" She demands, pulling her finger out and wiping your mess on your thigh.
"I'm sorry! I couldn't hold-"
The sound classroom door opening makes you and Wanda both look up in shock.
"Couldn't even wait 20 minutes for me until you start touching her, Wands?" Natasha's voice has you both sighing in relief. You wouldn't know what to do if another teacher walked in.
Wanda scoffs at Natasha's comment. Natasha ignores her and leans over your body with a smile, giving a quick kiss. Her hand brushes lightly at your cheek.
You cherish this soft moment as you knew it would not last.
"Your little bitch decided to cum without permission."
Natasha's hand immediately grips your chin, making you look up at her. You try to look away from her eyes but her fingernails dig into your skin, forcing you to keep eye contact.
"Is this true?" She hisses, anger evident in her eyes.
"Mommy, I couldn't hold!" You whine.
Natasha stares at you for a moment before demanding you get off the desk. She whispers something into Wanda's ear, making a grin form across the younger woman's face.
Wanda quickly exits the room and Natasha walks towards you. Her hand brushes your hair out of your eyes, a soft action that makes you fear what's about to come.
"I really didn't mean to, mommy," You whisper honestly, hoping that it would soften your punishment.
Natasha didn't reply to you, instead, she kisses you all over your face until Wanda comes back, holding a large dildo with a suction cup at the bottom in her hands.
"Knees," Natasha pushes your shoulders down, forcing you to kneel in front of her and Wanda.
Wanda places the dildo on the floor in front of you, and you immediately try to mount it but is stopped by Wanda's hand. You give her a confused look and she laughs.
"So desperate to please yourself that you've forgotten to ask for permission," Wanda's mocking voice manages to turn you on even more.
"Can I please fuck myself, daddy?" Your face heats up with embarrassment.
You see out of the corner of your eye, Natasha sitting down at Wanda's desk with a smug look on her face. She enjoyed watching people play with you - her toy.
"Are you forgetting what lesson we're in, little one?" Wanda asks with a taunting tone.
"Pozhaluysta," Your beg makes Wanda and Natasha laugh loudly.
(Please)
Wanda nods and you immediately push the head of the dildo into your tight hole, moaning and whimpering softly as you accommodate the size. You look up at Wanda, unsure if you could fuck the dildo deeper into you.
"Tell me what kurtka means and you can go deeper."
"I don't know! I never pay attention in your lessons." You confess looking down at the ground in shame. "Mommy, please can I go deeper?"
Natasha raises a brow at your pathetic attempts to receive any type of mercy from her. "Don't beg to me. Beg to your daddy,"
The moment you open your mouth to beg Wanda, her hand grabs your face and she grits her teeth. "I don't want to hear any begging from you unless I ask, okay? I only want to hear you answer my questions in Russian. Now what does kurtka mean?"
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Natasha pointing to her jacket wrapped around her shoulders.
"Jacket?" You mumble, praying your answer was correct.
"Good girl." Wanda praises you.
Her praises send a pleasurable shock to your core and make you clench around nothing. God, you probably look so pathetic on knees with arosual dripping down your thighs but you couldn't bring yourself to care. All you could care about was whether you would be allowed to cum or not.
"Go on, fuck yourself on my dildo, sweetheart." Wanda intructs, biting her lip when you let out a sinful moan as the dildo slids fully into you and you start to ride it.
The dildo is positioned against your g-spot, constantly hitting it over and over, causing you to bring your hand up to your mouth to muffle your load moans and whines. You're nervous that if you're too loud, somebody will hear you from outside the classroom.
Natasha is quick to notice how quickly your orgasm is approaching and clicks her tongue at you, "Slow down, slut."
You whine out and give her pleading eyes but the glare she gives you makes you shrink in fear and slow down.
"Tell me what vodopad means." Wanda says.
You almost groan out in frustration. You forgot that Wanda was trying to teach you Russian words.
"Can you repeat it again, please?" You ask, trying to keep your tone sweet and innocent, completely the opposite to how you were feeling.
"Vodopad."
You feel a wave of relief fall over you. You knew this word.
"It means waterfall, daddy."
"Good girl. Looks like you do listen to my classes a bit more than I thought."
Wanda continues to ask you more questions and you surprisingly answer them with ease. Though Wanda and Natasha have made you edge yourself so many times, that you're not sure how much you can take.
"Daddy, mommy, please let me cum." You beg, tears streaming down your cheeks.
"I don't know, baby. Natty, should we let her cum?" Wanda looks over at the older woman.
"I suppose so since she's been such a smart little girl."
Immediately, your orgasm washes over you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head and you start to see stars. When you come down from your high, Natasha helps you off the dildo, pulls you to your feet, and kisses your face softly, whispering sweet praises in your ear.
Your eyes droop and your head falls into the crook of her neck, a wave of sleepiness hitting you suddenly. You hear Wanda and Natasha discussing something before your head was pulled out of Natasha's neck.
"We're gonna let you sleep for a bit but you're still being punished for cumming without permission earlier," Wanda says, kissing your forehead when your eyebrows furrow together and you whine.
"Don't whine, Y/n," Natasha scowls, hitting your arse softly.
"Should we go back to my place? I have a couple of toys I'd like to use there." Wanda asks Natasha.
"We can go back to yours. Y/n can take a nap in the car."
You swallow roughly and look up at the two older women, wondering what your punishment would be and when Wanda looks down at you with a sadistic grin, you knew you were going to be in for a long night.
Wow this was AMAZING 👏
Chin Up, Buttercup
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3,084
Warnings: Fluff! Southern Mommy Wanda. More fluff.
Summary: It's your big break, but the one person you want to support you isn't there when you need her.
A/N: I wrote this in like 24 hours, but yolo.
“I’m so proud of you, darlin’.” The woman’s voice filled the calmness surrounding the two of you with a certain… delicacy that could only be made by her. It had a certain drawl to it, words weighed down by the sticky sweetness of the southern accent that clung thickly to her honey filled words. Everything about the moment was soft, something Wanda gave you endlessly, especially after the hours upon hours you had spent on your work.
It had taken you years to get to this point. To be able to finally put it up on display for the rest of the world, except for one. Wanda. You hadn’t stopped talking about it for weeks. Had it marked on every calendar the two of you shared, and even then some more.
And yet, she had missed it. Had gotten scheduled on some bullshit meeting that could get her fired from the company. You had told her multiple times that you could support the two of you, that your book would break record sales and neither of you would ever have to work again. Of course, that was wishful thinking, but it’s what had gotten you this far, isn’t it?
Wanda had left early that morning, earlier than normal, with a kiss to your head, a silent promise that she’d be home that night. It felt like a silent apology that she couldn’t make it to your first booktalk.
It was okay, though. You were a big girl who didn’t need Wanda at your side for everything you did. You tried to tell yourself that for the rest of the day, that you could do it all by yourself, even if it pulled heavily at your heart.
You did your best to pull through your day. You ate breakfast alone, debating on tearing the sticky note Wanda had left you a message on like other days she didn’t have time to eat with you before. It felt far too literal, though. Like that post it note was your heart and every little tear made it hurt even more. You settled for crumpling it up, tossing it across the empty dining table, a hard reminder of how utterly lonely you truly were.
You sat alone when you were getting your makeup done, your outfit picked out. You would blame the tears in your eyes on your makeup. Wanda was the one who dolled you up. But she had work. For hours you told yourself you could do it. You could stand up in front of a crowd and talk about the book you had spent all of your adult and most of your teen years writing, pouring every ounce of love, hatred and everything in between in it. It didn’t feel real, though.
Since you had met her, you had envisioned her next to you at this moment. Instead, you stood by yourself with a podium in front of you, the small beaded friendship bracelet twisted between your fingers. Wanda had randomly bought the kit for you one day and you had insisted she make one with you. They were matching, the only difference being your names on the piece of string.
“Thank you all again for coming.” Despite your earlier feelings of loneliness, you smiled brightly into the microphone, more than aware of the amount of photographers and press there.
Gingerly closing the book, you stepped away from the podium, scooping the item into your arms. Agatha pulled you towards a secluded corner, your team surrounding you. Right next to Wanda, she had been your number one supporter since you brought the rough draft to her. She signed you within a few hours, taking on the role as your editor and publicist like it was nothing.
“Good job out there, toots.” The brunette clapped your back, a toothy smile brightening her features. You smiled up at her, hardly able to hear her over the roar of your own heart beating along with the crowd of people ready to have their books signed by you. “Say, you keep wooing crowds like that and you’re gonna sell out in no time, kid.”
“Really?” The hope in your voice brought forth a new youthfulness to you, like you were a kid again. In a way, you were. You had wanted this since you had started writing, and here you were, your first book published and with a second well on its way.
“With that cute tush of yours? Everyone will be wanting more, sweets.” Agatha threw an over exaggerated wink at you as she laughed, using the hand that hadn’t left your shoulder as a support of sorts. Your smile faltered just slightly, a blush coloring your cheeks. It was something Wanda liked to tease you about, how easily it was to get you riled up. You would deny it forever, even though you knew she was right. “Speaking of everyone, where’s that ragamuffin of yours?”
The smile on your face almost immediately sank. You had been so busy the entire day that you hadn't had time to think about Wanda, let alone the fact that she wasn’t there. Agatha hardly noticed your change in demeanor, too focused on the buzz around you. “She… she had work.”
“Oh, that’s too bad, toots. I’m always here if you need a plus one.” Rather than comforting you, the woman shimmied beside you, yet another wink thrown your way. You had learned that she was like that sometimes. Way too much to handle. So you smiled and nodded, trying not to let the thought that your girlfriend wouldn’t be there to support you.
“Only kidding! Well, unless you two say otherwise. You know where to call me!” Agatha stepped away from her, her hand finally pulling away from your shoulder. It was the first time you felt like you could actually breathe during the entire interaction. You loved the woman, truly, but she could be a lot. “Go enjoy your party, hot stuff, you deserve it!”
And with that, the woman left, presumably to find the bar, leaving you to be pushed around by the rest of your team. You knew enough about the events of the day that you’d be signing books for the next hour, if not longer. You were grateful for all the time Wanda had spent practicing your signature, a nice, loopy design that made you feel proud of yourself. It was all you could think about as you were swept over to the long table full of your book, pushed down into the singular chair at the table, a line that was longer than it should be waiting for your signature.
᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃
By the hour and a half mark, your hand was cramping, not used to writing with a sharpie for this long. The line felt like it had barely shrunken, still too long to see the end of. It was thrilling and disheartening at the same time; the faster you could sign all of these books and do whatever you were told, the faster you could get home to see Wanda. That had it’s own anxieties attached to it, but whether she could be here or not wouldn’t change how excited you were to see her. Sure, it sucked that she couldn’t be here. Really sucked, but you would be able to see her in a few hours and tell her all about your day. It would have to suffice.
Another hour passed before you could see the last ten or so people, the feeling of relief strong. You had been at it for over two hours now and, while you were beyond flattered and amazed to have this many people read your book, you were exhausted to say the least.
You wanted nothing more than to go home and curl up in your lovers arms, but you knew it would be at least a few more hours before that was even plausible. Faces began to meld together as the line continued to shorten, each person looking a little more like the next. As the last person approached, you breathed a sigh of relief, not even looking up as a book was slid between your hands.
“Thank you for coming.” You gave the person, a woman based on the high rise jeans and blouse they were wearing from where your eyes didn’t travel up their body, a tired smile just barely tugging at your lips.
“What? No sugar for me, sweetheart?” The words themselves made you feel gross, though the voice was recognizable. Something about the soft timber of it was reminiscent, like a fond memory you couldn’t let go of.
You were sure your confusion was evident all over your face, what with the way your eyebrows pulled together and your hand stopped moving, though you couldn’t care less if the signature was ruined or not. Your eyes traveled up the, yes, woman’s body, a familiar map of beauty stood in front of you.
“Wanda?” Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of her.
She had really gone all out, dressed as nice as possible for your big event. She wore high waisted black dress pants, paired with a deep purple blouse with even darker flowers printed across it. She was wearing your favorite wedges of hers. Her dark, faded out roots were pulled up in a half up, half down style, the long locks flowing down her back. It took everything in you to not let the tears that had filled your eyes to spill, pushing the book and marker away from you as you used the table to stand.
“Hi, pumpkin.” Wanda’s southern accent was the best thing you had heard all day, instantly warming you like nothing else had.
You all but flung yourself into her arms, uncaring of how hard you had hit the table with your thigh. Wanda would tell you to be more careful about it later, would kiss it better, you knew. You didn’t care about anything other than being in her arms, though.
“Wanda.” You all but whimpered into her neck where you had almost immediately pushed your face. She smelled the same as always, an earthy undertone that paved way to the light lavender you knew was her favorite perfume, even though she hardly used it. It fully encapsulated you, making the tears in your eyes burn even more as her arms wrapped around you.
“It’s good to see you too, sweetheart.” Wanda laughed heartily, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. Her hands ran up and down your back, a gentle strength to them that had you wanting more, to be held even closer. The hand holding your bracelet, her right hand, settled at your waist, while the other settled at the base of your head, softly carding through her hair.
She had held you like this far too many times to count, but you still melted in her hold, your breath hitching. The woman held you against her as you continued to fight off tears, taking in the sweet scent that enveloped you, as if the rest of the world didn’t exist.
Time was non-existent to you once again as she stood holding you, humming softly. The only thing that you knew was that it was nowhere near enough time when she pulled back, holding you at an arm’s length with a beaming smile. She traced her left hand up to your face, cupping your cheek as she searched your eyes. You couldn’t help but smile back, biting your lip as it continued to tremble. Wanda shook her head, tsking under breath as she dropped her hand down to grasp your chin, tugging your lip out from between your teeth.
“You did so good up there, sugar.” Wanda pressed a kiss against your cheek, easily turning your head with the finger on your chin to press another to your opposite cheek. The nudish brown pigment of her lipstick just barely transferred onto your skin, something the woman would take a wet thumb to in mere moments. She kissed your lips chastely before doing so, giving you barely enough time to process what was happening before she was licking her thumb and rubbing at the lip marks.
“B-but… you…” You did your best to protest, shaking your head from side to side as you tried to escape her grasp. None of it made sense. She would’ve just gotten off of work maybe half an hour ago and would’ve had to book it through heavy rush hour traffic to get to your talk. There’s no way she could’ve seen you on the podium, let alone giving your speech.
“I what, hun? Use your big girl words now.” The brunette fixed you with a stern look as she stopped scrubbing at your cheek, tipping your head up. You couldn’t help but stare at her. The nude lip she had brought out the green in her eyes, the bright sun shining through the open windows forming something akin to a halo around her. She was gorgeous. Something straight out of one of your stories. It helped that the main character’s love interest had more than a few things in common with the woman.
“You… you were at work.” Your head cocked to the side just slightly, something you had definitely picked up from the woman, eyebrows furrowing. You pulled at your bracelet, the elastic snapping at your skin with a nice popping noise as the beads rattled. Wanda tsked, shaking her head as she grabbed your left wrist, pity written all over her face.
“Oh my, precious. I wasn’t actually at work. I was tryin’ to surprise you.” Her lips turned downwards, bringing your wrist up to her mouth with a kiss. It was obvious she wasn’t pitying you because you had snapped yourself with your bracelet, but rather because she knew how worried you must’ve been all day. The bracelet issue just happened to be a part of it.
“And what did I tell you would happen if you kept snappin’ that bracelet?” Her tone was anything but mean, if not more questioning than condescending.
The words had you easily blushing, tilting your head down as if to hide it. “That I wouldn’t get it back until you say so.” Your right hand hung loose at your side, left still grasped by the woman. You knew her eyes would be full of sorrow if you looked up, instead keeping your eyes down as you scuffed the ball of your foot against the tile. “‘M sorry.”
“Then why do you keep doin’ it, love bug? It hurts mommy when your hurt yourself.” Wanda’s voice was as sorrowful as you knew her eyes were, a tone of hurt overflowing her words.
You couldn’t help but look up anyways, your breath hitching at the sight of glossy eyes and a frown. It wasn’t often that she got upset with you in public, yet something about the silly bracelet you wore every day had made her tear up. The sight made tears come to your own eyes, your frown mimicking hers.
“I’m sorry, I’m trying!” You pleaded softly, watching as she snaked her finger up your wrist, easily interlacing your fingers. It was hard resisting the urge to kiss her, rocking back and forth just slightly on the balls of your feet. You hadn’t meant to upset her, hadn't even realized you were fiddling with the elastic until she had said something about it.
“It’s okay, pumpkin. I know you’re tryin’ and I am so, so proud of you.” Wanda’s free hand came up to hold your cheek, smiling softly at you as her eyes roamed your body, finally taking you all in. She hadn’t seen you since the night before, unless the way you slept curled up against her this morning counted, and had been dying to see you for hours, but had held off in hopes of surprising you.
“My baby girl.” Despite the fact that you had both been moments away from crying, a fresh shade of red covered your face, a heat protruding off of your cheeks as the woman pinched it with one hand.
“Wanda.” You groaned, suddenly aware of the fact that you were very much still in public. Your body twisted with you as you glanced around the room, thankful to see that no one was paying you any attention. Which was funny, seeing as how it was your booktalk.
That being said, you could feel a pair of eyes on you that certainly weren’t Wanda’s, spinning in the woman’s arms once again until you saw your editor. She was looking at the two of you with something you couldn’t detect. Jealousy? Disdain? Whatever it was, Agatha sent you a smirk and a wink as soon as you made eye contact before turning away from you.
You turned back to Wanda, slotting yourself under her chin once more. “When can we go home?” You asked in a small voice, uncaring if she could hear you or not. Of course she could though, her lips smacking quietly together.
“Whenever you want, buttercup.” Wanda could tell something was wrong, the way her arms wrapped around you even tighter than before was enough for you to know. You took a deep breath, frantically running your hands through her long hair. It was curled, tighter than usual, but not terrible. You felt weird all of a sudden, like your editor hated you and the entire room was shrinking.
“Can… Is now okay?” You asked a little louder. Wanda nodded, only pulling away enough to lift your chin up enough to meet her eyes.
“O-okay, sweet pea. We can leave right now, that’s what you want?” The woman phrased it like a question, her voice soft if not a little confused. You had been so happy to see her just moments ago, but now wanted to go home. Sure, she knew you weren’t the biggest fan of crowds, she herself wasn’t either, but she thought you would’ve wanted to at least enjoy the party before you left.
Whatever it was, though, she was more than willing to take you home, leaving you with a kiss to let your team know you were leaving before leading you out to her car, buckling you in before taking her spot in the drivers side. She took your hand in hers, the letters of your names on your bracelets rubbing against each other as she drove off.
zoned out || k.b
pairing: dom!kate x sub!reader
summary: you get on kate's nerves accidentally too much sometimes.
warnings: strap-on sex, humiliation kink, dub-con, blow jobs, praising, degrading, gagging, crying, kate being a meanie, dark!fic.
1.3k words
a/n: kinda cut this short but anyway-
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You weren't sure how long Kate has been keeping you in her apartment for. Two weeks? Seven months? A year, maybe? There was no concept of time anymore, not since Kate took away the clock that used to sit on the living room wall, and you couldn't remember how long ago that was.
It was scary not knowing the time or date. It made you feel so reliant on Kate and you hated that. You hated the lack of independence Kate has given you. She doesn't even let you wash your own clothes or prepare your own meals, persisting you're too dumb and that you need her. Sometimes, you find yourself believing her words.
"Y/n, I made you a sandwich!" Kate calls out to you in a sing-song tone.
When Kate doesn't hear you immediately running to her, she calls out to you again. You feel your body wanting to run to her, but your mind doesn't let you.
"Y/n." Kate's sharp voice is next to you this time, making you jump in surprise and look up at her with wide eyes. "I called for you, did you not hear me?"
"I heard you," You mumble, your fingers fidgeting in your lap. Kate's piercing gaze always made you nervous.
"Oh, so you were just ignoring me? Is that how you want this day to go?"
"No, I'm sorry. I'm just-" You immediately spurt into an apology, not wanting to be punished by Kate. The last time she punished you, your arse was so brusied you couldn't sit comfortably on it for days and your throat was so torn up from crying that it hurt to swallow the next morning.
"You're just what? A fucking brat?" cs You shake your head and feel tears spring to your eyes, "No, Kate! I'm not a brat, please,"
Kate sits down on the couch next to you and pulls you into her lap. You stifle a moan when you feel her strap rub against you.
"You're packing," You say, forcing yourself not to press harder into her. You would never admit it to her, but you loved the feeling of Kate's strap rubbing against you.
"I was planning on giving you a surprise this morning but somebody had other plans." Kate starts to nip at your neck and you whine. Kate always leaves dark marks all over your neck, and they take weeks to dissapear.
"Katie, stop." You try pushing Kate's face away from your neck but stop when Kate firmly wraps her hand around your wrist, squeezing it tightly; a simple warning to let her do what she wants.
Kate's free hand starts to pull down at her pants, successfully pulling them off with a little bit of help from you. You feel your pussy start to throb at the sight of Kate's purple strap situated between her pale thighs. It must have been a knew strap she had ordered, you have never seen this one before.
"It's double-sided," Kate grins at you and nods towards her strap "Make me cum using your mouth or hands, and maybe I wont punish you."
You quickly drop to your knees in front of Kate and wrap your hand around the base of her cock. You start to jerk your hand up and down, looking at Kate's face for her reaction. Kate's face immediately scrunches up with pleasure and she lets out a guttered moan.
"That's it, baby," She praises you "Just like that."
Kate's encouragement gives you the confidence to replace your hand with your mouth, teasing her by giving kitten licking the tip. Kate's hand is quick to find itself on the back of your head, forcing you to take more of her cock in your mouth. She never allows you to tease her for very long.
The muffled moan that escapes your lips makes Kate chuckle, "Do you like when I'm rough with you? Do you like it when I force your slutty mouth to take more of me?"
Your face flushes red in embarassment and you try to shake your head to deny Kate's words, but you both know they're true. You love whenever Kate is rough with you, whenever she treats you like her fuckdoll.
Your eyes start to water and you gag around Kate's cock as it hits the back of your throat. You try to pull your head back so you could take a deep breath but Kate forces your head back down. Your hands curl into a fist and you start to hit her thighs, your eyes looking up at her in fear.
"Breathe through your nose, baby." Kate's free hand stops your fists from continuing to hit her thighs. "Good girl, breathe just like that."
Kate's hips start to thrust into your mouth and her moans start to get louder. The more aggressive her thrusts get, the more fearful you look up at her. Kate's eyes meet yours and she gives one final thrust before she moans out your name and her hips still.
"Fuck, that was amazing," Kate's breathing is labored as she pulls you to your feet and stands up with you.
"Do you want your reward now?" You nod eagerly "Put your hands on the couch and your ass up."
You obediently follow her orders and Kate moans when she sees how dripping you are for you. She swipes her two fingers through your slick and brings it to your mouth.
"Suck."
You wrap your lips around Kate's fingers and moan softly at the taste of yourself. The weight of Kate's fingers on your tongue brings you comfort and makes a small smile fall across your lips.
Kate's hand slips around your waist and she finds your clit, rubbing it in small, tight circles. Your hips buckle in her hands and you let out a pathetic whimper as you try to stop your body from crumbling from the pleasure. When Kate takes her fingers away from your clit, you start to whine out a complaint but immediately stop yourself when you feel Kate push the tip of her strap into your entrance.
"Beg me to fuck you, Y/n." She demands, raking her fingernails down your back, making you shiver.
"Please fuck me, Katie. I need you so badly, please." You beg, face going red with humilation.
Kate snaps her hips forward in one quick motion, forcing you to take her whole strap. The burning sensation from the strech starts to fade away as Kate continues to thrust into you, repeatdly hitting your g-spot.
"Kate, slow down. I'm gonna cum." You warn her, terrified of what punishment she would give you if you came without permission.
"Don't tell me what to do, baby." Kate's thrusts get faster and harder at your words, making you let out a whorey moan.
You felt the coil in your stomach tighten and you started to panic. You didn't want to dissappoint Kate and cum without permission.
"I'm gonna cum," You warn "Please can I cum?"
There was no reply from Kate as she continued to rut into you. You warned Kate again, knowing you wouldn't be able to hold for much longer but there was still no reply.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You moan, feeling your orgasm wash over you. Your body didn't stop shaking until Kate rubbed your back in a calming way.
"Such a slutty girl, couldn't even hold for a little bit?" You could tell Kate had a shit-eating grin on her face by the sound of her voice.
"I'm sorry," You start to cry, ready to beg for her mercy.
Kate turns you over and kisses your tear stained cheeks. She mumbles quite praises and affirming words to you, making your heart swell.
"Are you mad at me, Katie?" You ask softly, avoiding her eyes.
"A little," Kate answers honestly and your heart drops "But you're a little bit out of it today arent you, baby?"
You nod.
"So I'll forgive you."
Her words feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.
"Let's go have that sandwich I made you, hm?" You nod again and Kate helps you to your feet. "Good girl."
Damn that was soooooo good and so hot, you did an amazing job 😚
Hello. Can I request a fic where g!p nat is fucking R so damn good and hard and one of their kids hears R's scream at night wherein the said kid started banging the door asking if mommy R is alright and if daddy nat is hurting R. 😭
"Stop Hurting Her!"
WARNINGS: smut! Nat has a dick, oral (Natasha receiving), fingering (reader receiving), hair pulling (reader receiving), daddy kink, degradation, fluff at the end ;)
WORDS: 1,753
PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x milfy reader
A/N: whoever wrote this request needs a hug, and like multiple kisses on the face fr. also the poor child 💀
It was around 1 in the morning, and you and Natasha had just put the children to bed, cleaned up the kitchen, and gone back into the bedroom.
It wasn't too hot outside, but the fan was kept on, keeping a cool breeze in the air. The moon's glow was covered by stormy clouds, it was going to rain soon. The ex-assassin sat up in bed, awaiting you, her wife to come back to bed.
were in the bathroom, changing out of your clothes to a lacey, maroon bra and matching panties. You went into the closet and took a few minutes to pick out a silk robe to wear with it. Considering your wife's missions and the kids you two had to deal with, you both never got the chance to be intimate with one another besides sleeping in bed together and having casual pecks on the cheek or lips. You decided on picking a simple black robe and slipped it onto your lingerie-clad body. With one last look in the mirror, you opened the bathroom door and stepped in the room.
“Natasha.” you called out to her, a slight smile on your lips as you watched your wife turn around. “Babe–” her eyes wandered to your waist, a light blush on her cheeks as she admired your body and curves. She couldn't lie that she felt a strain in her pants as you inched closer to her, “hi darling..” you said, getting down on your knees in front of her. “Take them off my love.” she assumed you meant her pants, so she took them off. Your breath hitches slightly as you looked at her size, but not caring enough to complain. All that mattered to you was pleasing her right now.
“Fucking hell..” she groaned when she felt a pair of plump lips around her tip. You hummed around her cock, the vibrations of your muffled moans causing her dick to twitch in your mouth. You slowly sucked on her erect length, flattening your tongue along her veins and tip. You could taste her so clearly, but you wanted more. You had your hand on her knee as you moved your head up and down her thick cock. “Feels so good, fuck– baby, keep going..”
You sinked her length further into your mouth, pushing her dick deeper into your mouth. She brings her hand down to your hair, threading her fingers gently through your hair strands. She gripped onto your hair, forcing you to take more of her down your throat. You licked and sucked her cock with desperation, desperate to have her cum in your mouth. “mmh..” she moaned softly, throwing her head back as her orgasm washed over her. You felt two ropes of thick cum pouring into your mouth. You swallowed it all down, continuing your movements even though you struggled to swallow her fully. You gagged as her tip hit the back of your throat, tears pricking your eyes as your breathing started to cut off.
“Fuck– detka.” she pulls out of your mouth, “you alright baby?” you nod. “mhm! I am don't worry darling.” you reassure her, wrapping your hand around her length. You pump your hand upwards to jerk her off. She groaned as she felt the need for release once more. “Are you gonna cum Natty?” she nods before sputtering white liquid all over your face. “Natasha!” you flutter your eyes open, scoffing at her. She smirks, grabbing you by the chin to look at your fucked out face. “On the bed printsessa.” you comply, getting up from the floor and onto the bed.
She pulls you in for a slow, sensual kiss. Tasting herself on your lips. “Lie down baby, daddy wants to make you feel good too.” you smile at her, lying down on your back.
“Such a good little slut..” she mutters, taking her hand to your covered breasts, groping them harshly. “you all this just to impress me?” you meekly nodded, “you're daddy's whore hm?” she chuckled as you squirmed underneath her. “Natasha just touch me already.” she raised a brow at you, “you needy little bitch. You need me that badly?” you roll your eyes at her. Could she stop teasing already? You were sure that your panties were absolutely drenched by now.
“Alright fine, I'll stop teasing. Just this once.” she said, lowering her hand down to rid you of your panties. The robe you had on rode up to your hips, she dragged a finger across your glistening folds, peeking up at how your face scrunched up as she continued working on your dripping pussy. “oh fuck daddy..” your back lifts off the bed, arching slightly as you desperately grind your clit on her fingers. “Nat– ” she slid a finger into your cunt, your walls immediately gripping her. “God, you're so tight baby.” she sneaked in a second finger, shoving her digits deep into your hole.
“Shit– right there Tasha! oh my God!” she curled her fingers, stretching you out in the best way possible. “daddy I'm gonna–” you clenched your thighs around her hand as she kept fucking you with her fingers. “Natasha!” you cried out, your nails digging into the bedsheets as you came.
“Can you go on longer detka?” she whispered, rubbing her palm down your back in a soothing manner. Her fingers inside you weren't enough, she needed to feel you fall apart with her cock shoved deep into your pussy.
You took a few seconds to control your breathing before you could respond, “y- yeah hold on darling.” you propped your body up with your elbows as you sat up on the bed. “Take that off. I need to see all of you kotenok.” you giggled as she brought her hands down to untie the robe off of your body. “You make me crazy moya lyubov.” she mumbles against your neck, placing her lips on your burning skin. “Natasha..” she sucks slowly on your sensitive skin, “oh fuck me.” you gasped softly as she unclasped your bra off, her mouth still on your neck. “I'm planning on it.” you could practically hear the smirk in her tone as she picked you up on her lap.
“..Natty?” your voice wavered as you felt her palms brush against your uncovered breasts. “yeah?” she looked up at the expressions you were making for her, a loving smile as she admired your beauty. “a– ahn! Tasha..” you moan as she rubs the pad of her thumb across your nipple. Your chest felt as if it was on fire, a burning desire, a desire for her touch. She chuckled under her breath, “you want me to ruin you krasivaya?” you bit down on your lower lip and nodded.
You slightly split your legs, shifting your position on her lap. You slowly lowered yourself onto her dick, your brows scrunching up and your mouth parting as her length pushed it's way inside of your cunt. She allowed you to stay on her lap for a while until she flipped you back onto the bed. “Natasha!” you said, your words muffled as your face was flat on the mattress. She briefly paused before grabbing a fistful of your hair in her hand. “Can I move?” you nodded. With your permission, she started thrusting into you at a quick pace.
“mmh– fuck! Yes!” you screamed out as she slammed her cock deep inside you, hitting that sensitive spot in your cunt. Natasha groaned as your walls clenched around her cock. Loud, almost pornographic moans slip past your lips as she pounded into you. “Just like that daddy! oh my God Natasha!” she moaned softly as her tip hit your cervix, earning a slutty moan from you. “Harder! ngh– fuck me harder darling!”
You couldn't get enough of her, you needed this moment to last longer. She pulled out, only to slam fully back into your aching cunt. “Daddy ’m so close..” she brought her gaze down to you, her piercing green eyes looking deep into yours. “Cum for me detka.” you dug your nails into her back as you came all over her cock, “ah! Nat– Natty oh you feel so good!”
She continued her movements, slowly thrusting into you. “You want me to cum inside you baby?” you obediently nod your head. “Gonna fill you up kotenok!” she grunted as she slid in and out of your pussy. With a snap of her hips, she buried her cock deep inside you and came into you, filling you up to the brim. You whimpered as she kept going on, “oh Natasha! Fuck!” you gripped onto her back like there was no tomorrow.
To both of your dismay, a loud banging on the bedroom door followed by a “mommy! Mama!” pulls you out of your lustful trance. “Shit.” you quietly squeaked as she pulled out of you and tossed you the robe that she threw down on the floor not too long ago.
You quickly put your robe on and helped your wife get dressed as fast as you could. “uh.. who is it?” you yell out before opening the door. “ ’s Alex mommy!” you sighed and opened the bedroom door. “What is it sweetie?” he rubbed his eyes, which you'd find adorable if he hadn't have interrupted you and Natasha just now. “Mama stop hurting mommy!” he huffed, putting his hands on his hips.
You turn to look at your wife with a confused expression on your face, mouthing the word, “what?” to her. “What are you talking about buddy?” she said, approaching the toddler cautiously. “Mommy– she was screaming and crying.” that's when you lost it. You burst out laughing, quickly bringing your hand to your face in order to help contain your laughter. “Alex I- I wasn't hurting your mom okay?” he shook his head in disagreement, “then why was mommy crying?” she bit back a laugh as well, slowly trying to calm down her concerned son. “She.. she was laughing! Y'know, when mommy laughs too much, she sometimes cries.”
“ohhh.. really?” the once worried little boy was more curious now than concerned. “Yes, now I think it's too late for you to be up buddy.” she quickly ushered the toddler out of the bedroom and closed the door shut.
She walked over to you and placed her lips over yours, hungrily kissing you. “Round 2?” you smile at her words. “I thought you'd never ask.” she shoved you onto the bed once again.
Wow, just wow, I think that was perfect to wake up to. Thank you 😘
Wanda plays with readers boob please?
Pierced
Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x reader
Word count: 1140
Warnings: smut, punishment, edging, face riding, petnames, mommy kink, degrading, praise, ropes, nipple play, teasing, pierced nipples
No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!
“Come on, love, don’t you want to be a good girl for momma?” Wanda wasn’t letting up, teasing your sensitive buds to their peak. It had been months since your nipples were pierced, and it had been months since she was allowed to touch them. She had never been so impatient and horny before, it was nearly impossible not to grasp them any second she could.
You weren’t supposed to wear shirts too often, so you opted on not wearing one in the privacy of your own home. It drove Wanda mad. Seeing you prancing around in her boxers and no shirt killed her. What killed her even more was knowing she couldn’t touch. Until now.
“Mommy, still sensitive.” You whined out pathetically, squirming in her hold. She lowered her face so the tip of her tongue met your hardened bud, her eyes still being trained on your pleasure-filled face.
“Shh, don’t whine, baby. You know mommy doesn’t like it when you whine.” You bit your lip to stifle any sounds that could come out, only to feel her thumb softly hitting your lower lip. You- without a thought in your head- wrapped your lips around her cold digit, watching the effect you had on her play out. You could tell she was trying to hide it by the way she swallowed a moan, but you knew better.
“Fuck, I bet you wish this was my cock. Yeah? You want mommy’s cock?” Her breathy tone made it all the more difficult to not cum on the spot. She was testing you, trying to see how long it would take for you to break.
“Tell me, angel. Tell me just how bad you want my cock.” You weren’t going to give in that easily, you wanted to make it hard for her. You wanted her to beg and plead the way you always did. She removed her thumb from your lips, slowly dragging it down to your chin before bringing it back to her mouth where she copied your actions from before.
“No.” That was all you said. There was no nickname, no begging, no anything. She had to take it in for a moment, you never told her no, you always did whatever she asked of you.
“No?”
“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” She chuckled darkly, a sign that basically said ‘You’re in deep shit’. You gulped, fear invading your body and leaving goosebumps to erupt across your skin. She took her hand, slapping your cheek so lightly someone could have assumed it was a pat. She then took hold of your chin, squeezing the tips of her fingers into your skin.
“Listen here, little girl, you don’t tell mommy no. You do what she says when she asks, got it?” When you didn’t respond she repeated the last two words once more, only becoming more pissed off as you continued to ignore her.
“Fine, you don’t want to listen to me now? That’s okay, mommy doesn’t need to hear you anyways.” She stood up and took a few steps, finding herself in front of two ropes she had planned on using. She wasn’t originally going to punish you, but you had pushed her buttons.
“I guess mommy will have to tie you up, huh? And these pretty little nipples,” She left a kiss on each of the perked buds causing you to twitch up. “Oh, I’ll have so much fun with them.” The tip of her fingernail ran over them both, grazing the small metal that was cutting into them.
“Aww, does my pretty baby not like it when mommy teases you? Well, too bad. Maybe if you had listened when she gave you the chance to, you wouldn’t be tied up in these pretty ropes.” You couldn’t give in, not yet. But it was so tempting.
Her tongue met your nipples once more, licking and sucking as if it was her last meal. She could feel the cold metal touching her mouth, a small tangy taste hitting her taste buds.
“Mommy! Oh, mommy, it’s so sensitive!” She didn’t pay you any mind as her hand trailed down the curves of your body. She reached the hem of your panties, toying with the little bow that was on top. Ever so slowly, a singular digit entered the soft fabric. You felt her cold fingertips press against your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves and watching the way you reacted to her touch. It was like a drug that you couldn’t get enough of. You kept needing more. You kept needing her to get closer and closer to your center.
“P-please, I need it! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude, but I’ll do better!”
“Mm, but you upset mommy’s feelings, love. Why do you think I should forgive you? You think you deserve that?”
“No! Please, just want your cock in my mouth, Mommy. I want to suck you off while you finger me, I need it so bad.” Your panties were ruined, practically drenched in your arousal. Her hips thrusted into nothing, her thighs clenching at the sight of your ruined makeup covering your face. Your tears had caused the mascara you put on this morning to run down your cheeks and paint them in a dark black.
“God, I want you to do something for me, love. You want to make it up to me?” You nodded, not good enough for her.
“Fucking answer me!” She spoke in a stern tone, threatening you and causing more fear to fill your veins. But you couldn’t lie, it turned you on seeing the way she spit venom in your face like it was nothing, like you were just a slut she didn’t care about.
“Yes, mommy, I wanna make it up to you. I’ll do anything to make you forgive me!” She didn’t speak another word, instead, straddling her hips around your stomach. She gave you a small kiss on the lips, one that had you chasing back for more. She grasped the headboard in her hands, lifting her lower body to move closer to your face. The second her core made contact with your mouth, you started licking. You used every trick known to mankind, everything she taught you. Her moans filled the room, her head being thrown back as she tried her best to hold onto her composure.
“F-fuck! Baby, slow down.” You didn’t listen, too stuck in your own mind to notice her speaking. “I said, slow down.” She brought one hand down to your chest, pinching the sore nipple and feeling your movements stop as a pained cry escaped you.
“Shh, momma had to get your attention somehow, love. Now, why don’t you stick out this tongue and let mommy ride it? Maybe then she’ll forgive you for being such a bad girl.”
I want to pierce my nipples to badly, and after this even more so 😩
Lover's Quarrel
Summary: A simple few happenstances lead you to two very special women.
Pairings: Omega!Fem!R x Alphas!WandaNat
Genre: Angst, sprinkles of WandaNat fluff.
Warnings: ABO dynamics but no smut. Reader seems a bit depressed.
A/N: This is my first attempt at ABO so pls be nice :)
*credit to owners*
You still struggled to be normal around the brightness of the day. Normally, you’d be holed up in an ex-HYDRA safehouse and hide away from the sun before you would do what you needed, but you were running low on supplies and needed them, now.
What am I talking about? Oh, sorry, you’re still new here.
You, Y/N Stellaluna Romana, grew up in HYDRA. You don’t remember much of your parents, except for the fact that they sold you for protection. You jumped between what you now know to be HYDRA and the Red Room, but the female-dominated organisation had a much better teaching style for aggressive female omegas.
Whilst HYDRA was always there as a threat, the Red Room forced your body into labour if you misbehaved. Growl out at an instructor? Stand on your head in the corner for a time limit set by the victimised instructor. Refuse to make a kill? Your dinner is sacrificed to them, but is laced with cyanide, making you fearful of every meal that touches your lips.
Bite an instructor? You will be beaten black and blue until you pass out, for which some girls wake up and don’t remember who they are.
But enough of that - you were free. You got out. Now, you were just trying to get through every day without your status in the world being revealed. You took your suppressants daily, which you were on your way to get more of, kept your head up and acted confident, which were all the behaviours of an Alpha.
You should know, since you studied them.
But for now, you relaxed slightly, having taken your second last suppressant this morning and now waiting in line for your coffee. It was a truly beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky, whilst the wind kept it cool enough for a light jacket.
Speaking of, you were going to have to get new clothes soon. Your daily ‘uniform’ was becoming bland with a simple pair of jeans, a graphic shirt, sneaker and a cap. You paid the seven dollars for your coffee before making your way out of the cafe, down to the mall, and in search of some better clothes.
You strolled through some normal big chain stores like Myer, Cotton On and H&M, and even though nothing caught your attention, that was exactly what you needed. You grabbed three pairs of jeans and four tops, just like the ones you had on, as well as a jacket, a hoodie and some extra socks.
After paying in cash you found your way towards a shoe shop two stores down, but there were some people standing outside of them, like bouncers. You casually moved to the side like you were checking your phone, but you carefully brushed your hair away from your ear as you listened to a new couple coming in.
“Sir, Ma’am, we need to check your status, please.”
“We’re both Alphas.”
You watched them show some form of ID, probably their drivers licences, which contain both sexes of female/male and Alpha/Beta/Omega. They were then let in, and you saw this with almost all of the other shoe shops.
*Dumb laws.* You grumbled, pulling out your umpteenth fake ID as you made your way to the shop.
“Status, please.” The bouncer asked and you handed the Alpha ID over.
He let you in, but hesitated and you gave him a trained Alpha stare, to which he let you in quickly for. You found two pairs of shoes, almost exactly the same, and quickly made your way back home.
Once you returned, you quickly dumped your bags and checked outside - almost sunset. Your supplier was going to meet you soon and you had to be there on time. He knew you were an Omega and was a strangely kind Beta, feeling sympathetic for how you acted like an Alpha but couldn’t deny your half-yearly heat and your drops.
You threw on the new set of clothes, knowing that meeting with old clothes led to the possibility of your scent releasing. They were comfy, but they felt new, like how the hoodie’s fluff wasn’t built over time, but stock-standard.
As soon as the sky changed, you eyed the figure coming out of the shadows to your left, his lips curled into a gentle smile.
“Y/N! It’s been a while.” He shook your hand, which led to you handing over half of the money.
“So, you got it, Vladi?” You asked as you walked with him to the truck.
“Oh yeah. I have some strong stuff too if you’ve run out, by the way.”
You shrugged. “Normal order.”
“One of everything, coming riiiight up.” He grinned, rummaging through the boxes to find yours.
You were patient and handed him the other half of the payment before he began to drive away, your whole body tense until you locked your apartment door behind you. You tipped the last suppressant into the new box before hiding it behind the sink drain pipe, keeping the other ones hidden within your belongings. Inspections were random sometimes and you needed to be prepared when hiding your illegal suppressants.
The next day was even more boring since you had nothing to do; no suppressants to collect, no clothes to buy. It was just another day, spinning on the big dumb rock.
Or so you thought.
You decided to treat yourself and go to the top of the roof for the evening, watching the stars whilst eating your takeaway noodles. It was peaceful and it was the only time you could truly let your guard down, even if that meant no scenting because of your suppressants.
You leaned back in the sunchair and observed the different constellations, connecting the dots much more easily than the average person. Pegasus was angled slightly down, with Perseus to the left and Capricornus to the right. Hercules was just in front of it, whilst Ursa Major and Minor sat next to each other.
But then you heard the sound of tinkling metal from behind you, as well as the scrapes of it digging into the rooftop. You waited patiently as the almost silent footsteps came closer to you before you stood up and kicked the sunchair back, the mess of blonde hair in a white suit wincing at the hit to her stomach.
“Ow!” She growled, and you could smell the Beta in her.
“Who the hell are you?” You growled back, extending a set of claws.
“Look, I just want to talk. What do you know about the dealing of suppressants around here?” She asked calmly, a thick Ukrainian accent matching it.
One you almost acknowledged. “Those are illegal.” You commented like an Alpha.
She nodded. “Indeed.”
She backed away from you but not without your eyes catching a small vial of red, another grappling hook attaching to the rooftop before a noirette with bright blue eyes came into your vision.
“Yelena! What the hell?!”
The name only confirmed your suspicions.
“Kate, not now!” She hissed at her, a smirk coming onto your face.
“Lover’s quarrel?” You jeered.
They both gave you a glare and you put your hands up. “I’ll leave if it helps.”
Kate sighed and faced you. “Has anybody moved in here recently? Like, four months?”
You shook your head in a stone-faced lie. “Not that I’ve heard of.”
Yelena looked you up and down before she pocketed the red vial, to which you watch them leave you alone and head back down their grappling lines. You calmly made your way back to your apartment before you looked at the time - 1:30am.
“Man, work’s gonna be a bitch.” You grumbled, collapsing as soon as your head hit the pillow on the ground.
And it truly was, yet you were only a quarter of your way through it.
Bartending was a profession most Omegas went into, serving drinks, doing dishes, serving food; it all helped calm down a bit of the biology. Your bar manager, Sophie, was a Beta, which helped mute out the smell an Omega could possibly give off when under stressful conditions. And your restaurant manager, Danny, was a married Alpha who often had dinner with his wife Alura and kids, Raquelle and Jason.
It was a slow start to the night at the bar section, which allowed Sophie to leave you alone and help the kitchen staff with delivering orders to tables. You were what she liked to call a ‘spicy Omega’, which she saw as an Omega who could stand their ground.
At least she didn’t know about your other Alpha-resistance training.
But then you recognised two heads at the front of a group of people, a very recognisable group - the Avengers. You mentally caved and regretted ever having a conversation with the blonde and noirette as they came over to you.
“Nice to see you again.” Yelena commented.
“Not so sure I can say the same.” You smirked.
“What can I get for you?”
“A table-”
“For ten, booked under Stark.” The one and only billionaire interrupted Yelena and you lightly scowled at the only Omega celebrity you knew.
“Your table is over there, but let the lady speak next time.”
He nodded before guiding the group over with Captain America's hand in his own, your eyes noticing a child and a teenager which led you to grab some crayons and colouring pages for Sophie as she passed by. You didn’t try to listen to their conversation, instead focusing on keeping the glasses and trays stocked and clean.
Sophie soon came over to you about three minutes later with a large order of drinks. A few cocktails, one for each woman you assumed, whilst a couple of beers would be for the men and the lemonade and apple juice were for the kids.
You also noticed that the little girl was watching you from the end of the booth, propped up on her knees to watch you mix drinks. Now that you had an audience, you were prepared to amaze her.
Flipping the drinks and shakers around, you mixed the drinks up and watched her smile grow as you threw in a few extra flips here and there, gathering a crowd of attention now. You finally laid out the four cocktails and expertly poured straight across, receiving a cheer from the people sitting nearby as well as a loud squeal from the little girl.
You then decided to make your way over to the table, all of the drinks weighted neatly on your tray before you started to hand them out. You were right on all of your guesses, smiling at the little girl when she showed you her messily coloured picture of a scene in Bambi, whilst the teenager was still busy with his Lord of the Rings picture.
“Would you like me to frame it?” You offered her, a couple of surprised chuffs coming from the adults.
“Yes please!” She begged and you took the picture, making your way back to your station before pulling out a picture frame.
You carefully slid the picture in, making sure it wasn’t dirty, before clasping the frame together and hanging it on your wall. You then took over a couple more menus since you saw them struggling, and put your hands in your pocket to reach your ordering device.
“Alright, is anybody ready to order?” You asked and they all gave each other confirming looks.
“Would you like to put names on the order or just keep it under Tony Stark?”
Some raised eyebrows came your way and they decided to do separate names, but only after checking with you that it was okay. You took down their orders and slowly ‘learned’ their names, even if you already knew some of them.
“I-I’m Morgan, and can I have some pizza please?” She asked you sweetly, putting her hands together.
You smiled at her. “Of course. What kind of pizza would you like?”
“Cheese and-and ham! And the yellow fruity triangles!” She exclaimed.
“Hawaiian, please.” Tony clarified, to which you winked at Morgan.
“I was hoping to have the kitchen staff confused so I could make it myself.”
A few more chuckles came from the group until you took the last two orders from 'Wanda' and 'Natasha', but you noticed how their eyes lingered on you for a touch too long.
And then you made the mistake of taking note of their scents.
Six of the eight adults were Alphas. Shit, shit, shit.
You gave them a curt nod and tried to not scurry back to the kitchen, needing to take a break even if you were scheduled for one later. Once you were in the back room, you scrambled for your small bag of belongings and saw the extra strong suppressants Vladi had given you.
You chucked one down and took some deep breaths. An Alpha or two you could handle, but six? Might as well shoot you with a tranq dart.
You quickly made your way out when you were done and asked Sophie to manage that table from now until they finished, getting an alarmed look from her but you explained that you were fine, just overwhelmed.
“I just had a talk with them, sweets. They won’t be doing any more scenting, okay?” Her lovely Southern accent calmed you and you nodded, letting her kiss your forehead before she moved to the back again.
By now there was a steady stream of customers at the bar and you were handling it well, speeding through margaritas and cocktails whilst scotches and vodkas were a simple pour-n-go. However, you did almost have a heart attack when Wanda and Natasha were the last in the line.
“Hey, can we get two more of those cocktails? Just for us.” Natasha asked calmly and you nodded, beginning to make them at a slightly slower pace.
“Morgan likes you, you know.” Wanda added, bringing out a small smirk from you.
“Does she now? Well, you can tell her that her picture isn’t coming down any time soon.” You pointed at it.
They both chuckled. “So we were wondering…”
*Don’t say my name, don’t say my name.* You muttered in your head, but their eyes inevitably flitted down to your nametag.
“Y/N… could we see you outside of this establishment at some point?” Wanda questioned curiously.
“We could just get coffee if you want?”
You gulped down the Omega in you and shrugged. “What days? I’ve got a busy schedule.”
“Any time.” Natasha replied.
You looked at the two of them. They were Alphas, you were an Omega, the possibility was there. But were you mates? Did all three of you share marks? Yours were placed just underneath your neck, a perfect hiding spot when coupled with a jacket, hoodie, bartending shirt or even a low ponytail.
“I’m sorry, I can’t remember my schedule off of the top of my head. Calendar and all.” You chuckled sheepishly, handing over their drinks.
“We can give you our numbers if that’s more helpful?” They both asked at the same time, pulling out their phones.
You were suddenly called to your station and had to abandon the girls, but they were determined. There was something about you, something wrong, yet so right. Dinner came and went, dessert came and went, and as the bill landed in front of them, they made their move.
You opened the bill to sort the receipt, ignoring the two pairs of eyes on you as they tidied up, and saw a message written on the back. ‘Y/N - hope to see you soon! W&N xx’
You hid your blush well but felt a presence behind you, a familiar yet towering one at that. “Hi, Danny.”
“Hi, Y/N. Are you feeling okay? They were giving you some very weird looks.” He commented, watching the group leave quietly.
“I’m okay.” You murmured, but he knew you.
“Go home, Y/N. Take the night off, I’ll still pay you.”
“Danny, that’s not fair-”
“You made us more than enough profit tonight. Go home.” He put a hand on your shoulder and you sighed.
“If you say so.” You shrugged, grabbing your bag and heading out the back door.
Yet, those voices were still there. Wanda, Natasha, Yelena, Kate, Tony - you could decipher them all. Some were different and you couldn’t match them without a face, but you steadily followed behind them as you walked home.
You eventually crossed the street, your apartment a few turns away from the Avengers Tower, which drew the attention of Wanda and Natasha. They told the group they’d meet up in the Tower and they followed after you, just making sure you got home safe.
But a group of men were wolf-whistling you, and they watched them crowd around you.
“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out at this time all alone?”
“She’s not alone.” Natasha growled, the group jumping at the sight of the two Avengers before a man stepped forward.
“Oh yeah? What, is she your little bitch? Keep her on a lead next time, or she’ll be ours.” He grabbed you roughly and pulled you into him, something which you did not like.
You pushed him out, grabbed his right wrist and flipped him over, pinning his arm back in an excruciating hold that had him whining like a pup. “Submit.” You growled, trying to sound as Alpha as possible.
He tapped three times quickly and bared his neck, making your ego inflate at your acting abilities. You looked at Natasha and Wanda for a few more seconds, trying to decipher their objectives, before turning 180 and heading into the building.
Wanda’s eyes glowed as the men turned to them. “Try it, let’s see how you feel being thrown fifty feet into the air before dying on impact.”
They scattered like prey and it almost enticed them to chase, but they waited until you were inside of the elevator before going back to the Tower.
The next afternoon, having slept away the morning, you sent a generic text to the two Avengers saying hi. They then sent back dozens, asking to meet for lunch or afternoon tea by the shore. You sighed, knowing they wouldn’t budge until you said yes, so you obliged and agreed to meet at 4.
Now, you were making your way down there, a casual stroll in your step as you came into the sunshine in your simple jeans, top and hoodie. No cap this time as it was shaded, and you smelled the two Alphas at the restaurant before you came to the front door.
“Status, please.” The bouncer asked.
*What the fuck?* You grumbled in your mind, handing over your Beta ID since you saw it on his.
He held it to your face and you took off the hoodie, revealing your ponytailed hair and the rest of your body. He handed it back to you before you walked over to the girls, reining in your scent.
The conversation was light, learning about each other and how they met. You were surprised to hear they were on opposite sides twice, but now that the Sokovia Accords were scrapped, they were okay.
“How about you, Y/N? Got a partner?” Wanda asked and you shook your head.
“Still looking. Haven’t really had time to look, though.” You shrugged, sipping on your hot chocolate.
“Are you gay or straight or…?” Natasha questioned.
“I like women. Not really good at the labels.” You replied nonchalantly.
“Fair enough.”
The chatter went on mindlessly for a bit longer and if it wasn’t for your training, you weren’t sure you could have kept it up for so long. The questions were so mundane, so dull compared to your ever busy life.
But then again, you should really knock on wood when you say something like that. Or an explosion will go off underneath the waterfront.
The ground shook beneath you and people ran for safety, whilst Natasha and Wanda recognised the group of people as HYDRA agents. Wanda’s magic protected some civilians whilst Natasha’s trusty guns fired upon some, a trigger in one’s hand that set off another explosion.
“Y/N, get inside!” Natasha commanded but you ignored the Alpha, moving to help some other restaurant goers.
“Y/N!” Wanda barked, but watched you help up a lady and her son.
“Go! Get inside!” You yelled, but the ground shook again, almost like the bomb was underneath you.
You stumbled and almost gained your footing, but the rushing crowd tripped you until you landed face first. It earned you a graze along your cheek, a few scrapes on your arms and elbows, but that was the problem.
Now, there was blood. And blood was not something a suppressant could do anything about.
You looked up and saw the bouncer fall over, his eyes going to you in shock. “Omega?”
Your face turned ghostly at the status, scrambling to get to your feet. You spun around to see Natasha and Wanda looking for you, but when Wanda saw the state you were in, you knew it was too late.
‘Omega?’ She mouthed to you.
You sprinted faster than you’d ever sprinted in your life. Fear had truly grasped your heart, not letting go until you were in the safety of your apartment. You locked the door before barricading it, doing the same to the window in the bedroom and bathroom.
Your breathing was still heavy as you slid down the wall of the bathroom, trying to regain your senses as you cleaned yourself up. You had to admit, it was more of a struggle when your surroundings were spinning and you had two Y/N’s to look at in the mirror.
You slowly bandaged yourself up before looking for another apartment, your time here up as not one, not two, but three people had just found out about your status. You scrambled to pack your things, only taking away the barricade when you were completely ready.
But the sight of two Alphas was enough to make your knees wobble.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy, Y/N.” Natasha caught you, her touch warm to your skin.
“Holy shit, you’re jacked.”
You rolled your eyes at that well-known fact for ex-Widows and ex-HYDRAs. They guided you to the bed and helped you sit down, your eyes unable to stay open for very long as pain rang through your head.
“Y/N, you might have a concussion.” Wanda explained, raising her hand up to your head before you grabbed it.
“Don’t touch my head.” You growled.
She backed off, confusing you. Alphas were supposed to be demanding. Why wasn’t she demanding? Natasha came to try next, but soon there were two of her and two Wandas, sending your Omega core into a state of confusion.
“How did we not smell it before?” Natasha’s voice sounded far away as you stood, but four hands tried to keep you down.
“Get off me!” You growled, pushing them away with the same force of an Alpha.
“This doesn’t make sense…”
You collapsed as Natasha failed to finish her sentence. Or maybe your ears just didn’t wanna listen. Either way, you welcomed the familiar darkness.
.
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A/N: Part 2.
Lover's Agreement
Summary: Acceptance takes time, understanding, and commitment. But, all three of you are still learning.
Pairing: Omega!Fem!Reader x Alphas!WandaNat
Warnings: Alphas being Alphas, Natasha being pushy, suppressants, nervous breakdown, mental abuse surfacing. Read at your own discretion.
A/N: Here you go, Part 2 of Lover's Quarrel.
*credit to owners*
When you came to the apartment, you realised that most of your stuff was still packed into bags.
“Oh, brilliant! I’ll go put these by the elevator.” Natasha explained as she took the two main bags, leaving you with your duffle bag.
You quickly threw in the few bottles of suppressants before silencing them with the last of your clothes in the cupboard, making sure not to shake the bag too loudly as you found Natasha by the elevator.
“All packed? Let’s go.” She smiled at you, walking you back into the Tower.
The elevator ride was silent, save for the music, and you carefully put your bags into your room with your duffle bag going straight to the ensuite bathroom. Natasha left you for a moment to put away your things, even if you tried to do it agonisingly slowly.
Eventually, two hours had passed and you finally packed away the toiletries, using the sink drain pipe and the stacks of toilet paper to hide your suppressants. You also knew that it was a new day, so you popped one of the strong ones and cleaned your face.
*Why oh why did you agree to meet? You could have avoided everything about this for another month before dying, according to Bruce.* You thought to yourself.
*Death was mercy in this cruel world.*
You finally came out of your room to find Natasha, Wanda, Yelena and Kate chatting in the kitchen. You crept past silently but not without the scent of your Alphas hitting you, making your hindbrain melt.
“Hey, Y/N. Come have some dinner.” Wanda offered as the other girls ate up the delicious-looking meal.
“No thanks.”
“It wasn’t a question.”
You looked up sharply at the Alpha witch, her glowing eyes dragging a chair behind you before pushing you towards the counter. She placed a bowl in front of you before magicking the spoon into your hand, giving you a quaint but sharp look. “Eat up. We need to talk, too.”
You watched Yelena and Kate stack their empty dishes before heading to the lounge, turning on the TV to watch Brooklyn Nine-Nine. The voices were quiet but you could still hear them if you focused and it was quiet around you.
“Y/N.”
Great, now the talking part.
“What?” You asked the redheaded Alpha, poking and prodding at your bowl.
“We need to introduce you to the rules.”
Natasha plucked the piece of paper off of the fridge before handing it to you, watching your eyes scan the top half of the page before giving it back.
“No.” She pushed it back towards you. “Read your own rules too.”
You had only skimmed through the rules of the Tower, the Alphas and the Betas, but now you know you had to properly read it:
Tower - No intentional hurt, physical or emotional - No ignoring, yelling or swearing - No power use to control - Traffic light system - No entering rooms w/o permission
Alphas - Deliver punishment - Respect Beta/Omega choice of punisher - Care above control - Stay close to Omega when out of Tower
Betas - Know when to interfere - Help Omegas where possible - Stop/Help Alphas were possible - Can follow any Omega rules if comfortable
Omegas - Look after yourself - Eat and Drink - Bedtime rules (set by Alphas) - Do not leave Tower without an Alpha - Communication - Alert Alphas of drops/other problems - Accept punishment - Room = safe space
“I seem to have a lot more rules.” You commented annoyedly.
“You do because you are an Omega.” Natasha replied.
You slid the paper back over and she pinned it back on the fridge, with the two Alphas taking a seat on your sides.
“What?” You grumbled.
“Eat. As much as you can, nobody will force the whole bowl down your throat, but eat.” Wanda explained.
“I’m not hungry.” You retorted before you felt hands fall onto your waist.
“Hey!” You yelled as Natasha put you on her lap.
“Wanda?”
You looked at the witch, who took a spoonful of the dinner and held it in front of your lips. “Open.”
You shook your head and wriggled in Natasha’s lap. This wasn’t what you wanted. People touching you, forcing you to eat- you shut your eyes and pushed yourself out of Natasha’s arms.
“Y/N, come on-”
“Wait, Natasha.” Wanda cut her off, watching you sprint down to your room.
“I know that. Where do I know that?” The witch thought to herself.
She lightly brushed a finger over your mind to calm the pool, observing the memories that had been pushed to the front. She gasped, dropping the spoon into the bowl before she came to your closed door.
“Y/N, Y/N, please, I’m sorry. We didn’t know you were in HYDRA too.” She knocked fervently on the door.
“G-Go away!” You barked through.
“What’s happening?” Natasha asked her mate.
“In HYDRA, when somebody didn’t eat for a few days and HYDRA wanted to keep them… they would force them to eat.”
“What?”
“Tie us down, feed us by hand. It was a manipulation tactic, to get you to listen to at least one person regularly and form a bond. Then, they would abuse that bond until it was broken. Repeat the process until you don't trust anyone to feed you but yourself.”
Wanda turned back to the door. “‘Mega, please let us in… we can help.”
“I’m not just a fucking Omega!” You howled through the door.
The two of them sighed in defeat. “I’m sorry, malen’kiy. We didn’t know.”
“That’s the problem. You don’t bother to get to know.” You grumbled to yourself, but she heard it.
“Come on, let’s give her some space.” Natasha cooed, taking her mate into their room for some quality time.
When you woke, you were still in a heap on the floor. The room was slowly darkening by the setting sun and you stood up, feeling utterly wrecked to the bone. You shuffled out of your room, not paying attention to anyone as you grabbed some water from the fridge.
“Y/N-”
“Don’t talk to me.” You clipped Wanda’s words off quickly.
“We need to talk about more rules, specifically bedtime since it’s almost upon us.” She continued.
You huffed, rolling your eyes. You were twenty-four, not a baby - you didn’t need a bedtime. “Why?”
“Because it’s a rule.” Natasha added, folding her arms as she came into your view.
“Come on. Come sit.”
You eyed the empty chair between the two Alphas and you shook your head. “I’ll stand, thanks.”
Neither of them reacted. “Okay. First off: Do you have a job?”
“I’m a waitress and bartender at Danny’s Diner, remember? Where you first decided to have me?” You replied, watching Natasha taking notes as Wanda asked questions.
“When do you normally work?”
“Any shift I can get. Typically night, early morning. Rarely during the day.” Your answers came with a short clip at the end, showing the Alphas that this was not a favourable discussion.
“What’s your boss’ name?”
“I have Sophie as my manager and then the owner, Danny. His wife, Alura, does the shift management.”
“Can we speak to her?”
“Why?”
Natasha lifted her head from the paper and laced her fingers together. “We want to have a schedule that aligns with your bedtime. Probably four or five days of the week, you’ll be in bed by 10:30.”
You let a huff of air out through your nose. “That’s ridiculous. I’m not a child.”
“That’s why we’re giving you the option of four days.” Wanda retorted, raising an eyebrow at you.
You growled out deeply. “Fine. What else?”
Natasha chuckled. “You get to choose if you want to sleep in our room or yours. We’ll go out tomorrow and buy some more clothes, things for a nest, et cetera. We can even split up so that Wanda goes shopping with you while I go talk to your bosses.”
“Good. I don’t want to see Danny’s eyes when he finds out I can’t work like a normal person anymore.” You mumbled, trying to remove yourself from the uncomfortable situation.
“Okay. Now, for punishment, I take it you don’t want physical touch like spanking?” The Widow continued.
“No.” You shook your head, the only time this conversation didn’t have a snarky remark from you.
“Alright. How about physical exertion? Standing on your head in the corner, planking, balancing books on your head?”
You raised an eyebrow. “That’s a punishment?”
“Yes. We will push you until we deem the punishment over or that you can no longer carry on.” Wanda clarified.
You nodded, comforted by the familiarity of your training. “Okay. What else?”
Natasha glanced at the rules on the fridge before looking down at her notes. “Ah, yes. ‘Drops/other problems’. Who do you want when you drop?”
You thought about it for a moment, making sure to hide your thoughts in case Wanda wanted to look. You hadn’t dropped since you learned how to control it, no thanks to HYDRA and the Red Room. You would get a slight fuzz in your head but that was all, which didn’t help when making this decision.
“Can we wait on that one?” You asked, receiving nods from them both.
“Of course.”
You nodded and felt awkward just standing there with a cup of water in your hands, watching Natasha pack up her notes whilst Wanda looked over to you. “Do you want to come and watch a movie?”
You nodded and followed Wanda to the lounge area, watching her take her place. You knew you shouldn’t have hesitated to sit on the couch, because the three pairs of eyes on you looked worried.
“Y/N, you don’t have to sit on the floor unless you want to.” Kate spoke, pulling out a pillow for you to sit on.
“I’m not sitting on the floor like a mutt.” You growled, choosing to sit in the end corner of the couch.
“Okay.” The archer took the pillow back and cuddled up to Yelena, something you watched closely.
Wanda observed your watching eyes before she patted the spot next to her, giving you a welcome smile. You scowled at the patting motion, choosing to stick to your corner, even if you were a little bit cold.
Then, Natasha came back. She sat down next to Wanda, with a space to fit another person and a half between you and her. “Y/N, come over here so we can share the blanket.”
“No thanks, I’m good.” You replied monotonously.
You watched the movie about amazing black women sending astronauts into space whilst fighting for rights; that was, until, an alarm went off and Natasha pulled out her phone.
You despised the alarm’s name - Omega bedtime.
“I’m not just a stupid Omega.” You growled, storming out of the room and slamming your door shut.
Wanda grabbed the phone from Natasha and stopped the alarm from ringing, glancing at her mate. “Change it.”
Natasha quickly changed it to Y/N bedtime before making her way to your door. “Can I come in?”
“No.” You answered, slightly muffled from both the door and your pillow.
Natasha sighed, placing her head against the door. “I’m sorry, love. I should have known better.”
“Mhm.” You answered.
“You’re not a prize to be won. You’re a charm to be treasured.” She added.
“Goodnight, sweetness.”
You didn’t say it back.
When the morning came, you made your way to the kitchen to see Wanda already cooking.
“Hi, Y/N. Want some breakfast?” She handed over a plate of fried eggs on toast with cutlery.
“Thank you.” You murmured sleepily, watching as Wanda poured you some water.
You ate half of the breakfast before Wanda noticed how you didn’t want any more, coming over and giving you a gentle touch along your back. “Good job, Y/N. That was a lot, I shouldn’t have plated so much, sorry.”
“It’s okay.” You replied, going back to your room to change only to bump into Natasha.
“Sorry, love. How are you feeling? Had some breakfast, I see.” She pointed at the egg that had dripped down onto your shirt.
“Yep.” You clipped.
“We’ll be leaving in about an hour, okay?”
You nodded and closed your door, leaving Natasha to be with her sister and mate. You popped a strong suppressant before getting changed into your outfit of jeans, shirt and hoodie. You left your room with your shoes in hand, tying them by the elevator as you waited for the two Alphas.
They eventually came out wearing simple civilian clothes like yours, but they frowned at the sight of the hoodie. “Y/N, it’s going to be warm today. Are you sure you want the hoodie?”
You nodded, knowing that your body struggled even on a hot day. Whilst walking with them through the carpark, conveniently next to a train station and Danny’s Diner, you noticed how some Omegas acted with their Alphas. Some had collars on, some were leashed, others were like you and free.
“Do you want us to find you a collar while we shop, baby?” Wanda asked and you growled.
“No collars.”
She nodded and kissed your forehead before those lips transferred to Natasha, bidding her goodbye as she walked towards the diner. Wanda took your hand and pulled you into stores and you noticed that some of them didn’t even question your status as Wanda led you around.
After two trips to the car, you and Wanda went to lunch. You both found a table, with the witch determined not to let you out of her sight, and she watched you eat slowly.
“So, Y/N, I was wondering if you would consider something for me and Nat.” Wanda asked, waiting for you to swallow your chips.
“What about?”
“Could you cuddle with us tonight? Natasha’s been feeling antsy and I don’t have the right pheromones to calm her like you do.”
You looked down at your meal and put your hands in your lap, taking a few deep breaths. “I’m… I’m not great with touch.”
“Is it because of HYDRA? And the Red Room?” She offered, watching you nod.
“It’s not appropriate here, but I have some… less than admirable markings across my body.”
Wanda’s eyes turned to steel as she looked at you. “What kind of marks?”
“Um…”
Wanda put a hand on top of yours and you stopped talking. “You don’t have to say if you’re not comfortable.” She reassured you.
You nodded. “Thank you.”
“You’re always welcome, love.”
When you saw Natasha walking towards you both, you shifted in your seat and a small scowl came onto your lips. She was beaming, pride wafting from her, and you huffed. “What are you so happy about?”
“Danny says he’s more than happy to let you work afternoon shifts, from about 2 until 7:30.” She smiled.
You huffed out slowly. “Great.”
She looked at you and sighed, your eyes not meeting hers. “Will you please look at me?”
“Not unless you use my name.”
“Y/N, please look at me.”
You lifted your head and with an annoyed sigh, opened your eyes slowly. “What?”
“Why are you making this difficult?”
“I liked my life how it was before, so excuse me for trying to keep it that way as much as possible.”
Wanda took your hand and when Natasha tried to take yours, she was met with a hostile growl before you removed your hand from the table. The alpha was done, and you could smell it on her.
“We’re going home. Now.”
Wanda helped you pack up the last of your things, including taking some leftovers, before she guided you into the back of the car. You fidgeted in your seat as your omega brain began to get stressed, your mind getting fuzzy as Natasha kept looking back at you.
“Natasha, you’re scaring her. Stop it, right now.” Wanda scolded.
“I am not! I’m being an Alpha.” She retorted, albeit reining in her scent a bit.
Wanda looked at you in the rearview mirror and saw how unhappy you were. You were her Omega, one of the two most important things in her life, and you were unhappy.
“Malysh, would opening the window help you?” She offered as she turned the corner.
“Mhm.” You muttered.
She opened the window a little bit, no more than halfway, but she saw how it calmed you. She even released a few calming pheromones to combat Natasha’s frustration and you pulled the window up higher of your own volition.
“How much further?” You asked quietly.
“Not too far. A few more minutes.” She smiled at you.
Meanwhile, Natasha was frustrated as the emotion in her heart was new. Why did you like Wanda but not her? She acted the same, she gave you the same options, but why did you like her more?
She was jealous, and even you could tell that much.
When Wanda pulled into the garage of Avengers Tower, you already saw a few of the Avengers waiting to help unpack the car. A few new faces were there, most having some scrapes, but they still helped where they could.
“Miss Romana, a meeting will be held in five minutes to introduce you to the Avengers you did not meet beforehand.” FRIDAY spoke above you in your quiet room.
“Thank you for telling me, FRIDAY.” You replied, laying out a blanket on the end of your bed.
You entered the bathroom and noticed how the graze along your cheek was almost healed, whilst your arms were still a bit scuffed. You replaced the bandages on them and threw a hoodie over the top before following FRIDAY’s directions to the penthouse.
When you stepped out, the foreign area put you on alert until you saw Wanda and inevitably, Natasha. You don’t know why you weren’t as comfortable with her as you were with Wanda, and for some reason, you thought you should be more comfortable since the Widow had gone through similar things to you.
“Ah, Y/N, you’re here. Let’s get started.” Steve gathered everyone, some with drinks in hand made by Tony at the bar.
“Would you like a drink?” Wanda offered and you shook your head.
“I’ll get you some water then.”
You took the glass into your hand before nodding to Steve to start the conversation. “This is pretty much everyone you’ll meet, Y/N, but you already know everyone that lives here. These guys have their own places outside of the Tower, or rarely come by enough to have a room.”
“Okay.” You shrugged, hearing a few chuckles.
“Feisty Omega.” The blonde woman, another Alpha by her scent, snickered.
Natasha growled. “Carol, watch it.”
“She’s cute, too. Anybody claimed her yet?”
Natasha snapped at her, with Wanda pushing you behind her and taking Natasha’s wrist. “Not yet, but she holds our marks. Careful, Danvers. Natasha is not in the mood for your antics.”
You wriggled out of Wanda’s grip and stood to her side, shooting her a glare before you nodded to Steve to continue.
“You already met Peter, but he thought he’d come and say hi.”
“H-Hi, Miss Y/N.” He waved at you, the young Beta’s pheromones reeking of nerves.
“You almost smell like an Omega.” You smiled at him.
“I have anxiety.”
You nodded sympathetically. “I know all about that, don’t you worry.”
“This is Rhodey, Tony’s best friend.” Steve gestured to him.
“I’m a Beta soldier.”
You nodded softly, respecting his status and service.
“Then there’s Scott, Sam and Bucky. Sam and Bucky are mated, whilst Scott’s girlfriend is the only pairing so far in the Avengers that’s opposing primary sexes.”
“Hi. Beta with an Alpha girlfriend. You seem very nice.” He shook your hand, his smile almost fatherly.
“I’m Y/N, as you know. Y/N Romana.”
“Let me guess - Romanian?” He chuckled, making you do the same.
“Just a little bit.”
Natasha and Wanda both felt jealousy rise. You were with Scott for what, five seconds, and you’d already told him more personal things than either of them knew. Natasha took your hand and let you stand in-between them.
“Can we see your marks?” Sam asked and you nodded, spinning around.
But Natasha didn’t let go of your hand, making you huff and wrench it out with a whispered ‘ow’. You parted the hood away whilst lifting your hair up, showing off the three marks.
“And proof?” Bucky questioned, to which Wanda stepped forward and moved her shirt collar over.
“Nat?” Steve gestured for her turn and she lifted her pant leg, showcasing the marks by her ankle.
“Good. Now, I hope that you all understand that those marks means Y/N is off-limits, unless she asks you specifically for help with a drop or to take her out of the Tower.”
They all nodded, with Wanda bringing you back to her side, and you looked over at Natasha. Soon, a meeting was held by the Alphas and you were left outside with Scott, Rhodey and Bucky who were all Betas.
“So how come you smell like a Beta, Y/N?” Scott asked as he bit into a small sandwich.
“Oh, I don’t know, actually. If you’d like…” You pulled up your sleeve whilst calming your heart rate, undoing a bit of the bandage to reveal your healing wound.
“Does that help?”
They all leaned towards you and sniffed the air. “Oh yeah, that’s an Omega.” Rhodey commented, making you all chuckle.
“I just… I must have practised a lot with hiding my scent that I smell different when my blood’s not exposed.” You shrugged.
“Well you seem like a lovely person to be around, Omega or not.” Bucky smiled, patting your shoulder.
“Whoa! A metal arm?!” You exclaimed and he chuckled, taking off his jacket to reveal the black and gold design.
“It used to be made out of titanium, but our friend T’Challa built me a better one.” He grinned, flexing his fingers slightly in your grip.
“Whoa.” You chuckled, tracing the different grooves of the arm up until his elbow, to which you were pulled up by Natasha’s strong arm.
“No touching, Barnes.” She scowled and you pulled your arm out of her grip.
“It’s fine, Natasha. If anything, I’m the one touching him. Sorry I didn’t ask, Sam.” You apologised, but he shook his head.
“It’s okay, he likes the attention.”
Bucky rolled his eyes but when they came to Natasha, he lowered his eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask if I could touch Y/N, Natasha.”
“You better be.” Natasha stepped towards him but you pulled her back, to which she spun around and growled at you.
A slap echoed in the room, with Natasha’s jaw clenching as her skin stung.
“Don’t you ever try and Alpha command me again.” You snarled, pointing a daring finger in her face that she had an idea of biting.
“I am your Alpha!”
“And I’m a fucking person!”
“Y/N…” Steve warned you, your mind drifting to the rules.
“Sorry, Head Alpha.”
He was surprised when you addressed him by his proper title, to which he let the foul slide. “Natasha, Y/N, Wanda - return to your level and talk this out.” He commanded, but you felt no power over you.
You stepped into the elevator and waited for FRIDAY to control it, keeping your cool as Wanda and Natasha came too. Wanda stood next to you whilst Natasha leaned against the wall, staring at you.
“How are you able to resist an Alpha command?” She questioned.
“Red Room. Resist the command or die.” You replied shortly.
“That’s not what I remember.”
“You’re an Alpha - of course you don’t remember, because it didn’t happen to you. It wasn’t a part of your training program.”
Wanda took your hand and kissed it gently, brushing her thumb over your skin like she was smoothing out a pebble.
“Stop trying to be a kiss-up, Wanda.” Natasha growled.
“I’m not. I’m respecting my mate, just as you should be doing.” Wanda shot back, her eyes glowing.
Natasha stood up as the elevator slowed, standing next to you. “Don’t think we forgot about your swearing, Omega.”
“Steve let it slide.” You stated, but she shook her head.
“Steve is not your Alpha. I am. Your punishment is ten spankings.”
“Y-You said no spanking.” You stammered, suddenly feeling very small as the Alpha’s scent overwhelmed your systems.
“Do you want ten more?”
“Natasha, enough!” Wanda threw her out of the elevator just as the doors opened, letting her skid along the ground before she hit a chair.
“Y/N, go to your room. I’ll be there soon if you’ll allow me inside.”
You scurried past and shut the door, leaving the Alphas to ‘talk’ it out. “Natasha Romanoff, I don’t know what has gotten into you lately, but this is the most restless I’ve seen you! You need to either dial it down or I will knock you down a few pegs, got it?”
Natasha took a few deep breaths before she stood, looking at your door. “Why can’t I do anything right?”
“Start by treating her like a person instead of an Omega.” Wanda snapped, coming to knock on your door.
You opened it and she saw how downcast your expression was. “Look at me, Y/N.” She murmured, waiting for your eyes to meet hers.
“May I come in?”
You nodded, taking her hand and shutting the door before you led her onto your bed and lay down. She didn’t make any advances to be nearer, but she did watch you closely as you fidgeted.
“I want to go home.”
“I’m sorry, frumoasă, but you can’t go home. You have to stay here.” She sighed, gently running her knuckle up and down your unmarred cheek.
She watched as a few tears sprung forth and you curled yourself into a ball, your sad pheromones ringing alarm bells in Wanda’s head. “Y/N, can I hug you?”
You nodded and she slowly enveloped you in her warmth, the scent of cinnamon and apples making you calm slightly. Your head became fuzzier and your vision blurred, but it soon refocused as you looked up at Wanda.
“I’m… I’m gonna…”
“You’re gonna drop?” She asked gently and you nodded.
“I haven’t dropped in a while.”
She kissed the crown of your forehead gently. “I’ll keep you safe, Y/N. No harm will come to you as long as I am here.”
You slowly closed your eyes and although every instinct in you said not to, you let go. Wanda felt your release as a sinking of your weight into the mattress, making her smile gently as she continued to pamper you with kisses, a hand running up and down your spine, a blanket slowly peeling over you.
“Good, love. Would you like to sleep?” She offered and you nodded slowly.
“Isokay? No mad?” You slurred.
“Not mad. It’s okay.” She confirmed, feeling your breathing slow until it evened out into slumber.
When you woke, you felt the most refreshed you’d ever felt in your life, like that sleep was the only true sleep you’d ever had. In a way, it was, as having no reason to be on your guard was astoundingly good for your mind.
You sat up groggily before a knock came to your door, the sight of Wanda making you smile. The long shirt covered most of her torso, leaving the bottom of her silk shorts to poke out. “Morning. Can I come in?” She asked, to which you nodded.
“I wanted to talk to you about Nat.”
Your eyes opened properly after a few blinks. “What about her?”
“She wants to talk to you. Spend time with you and you alone. She wants to know Y/N, not her Omega.”
“I thought they were one and the same.” You chuckled, but Wanda saw the dejection behind your eyes.
“I can’t deny the fact that I love that you’re an Omega. But I also know that it doesn’t define you. You’re strong, independent, caring, witty, just to name a few.”
You blushed at her description. “Thanks, Wanda.”
She leaned in and kissed your cheek gently. “Will you give Nat a chance? Please?”
You took a deep sigh and nodded. “One chance. If she blows it, she blows it. No Omega for her.”
She smiled. “Carol was right, in a way. You’re so feisty, it’s cute.”
You playfully growled at her and she giggled, biting her bottom lip before she stood. “Come on. Yelena and Kate are making pancakes for breakfast.”
You yawned and walked with her, hand in hand, and smiled at the Alpha-Beta pair that beamed at you.
“Y/N! Do you want a pancake?!” Kate offered over the music, which Wanda turned down with her magic.
“Sorry. Do you want one?” She asked again at a normal volume.
“Yes please.” You smiled, looking down at the delicious spreads.
You shuffled onto a chair and thanked Kate for the pancake as it flopped down in front of you. You watched Wanda’s magic bring over the Nutella, to which you almost grabbed from her, but her magic manipulated a knife to spread it evenly over the pancake.
“I wanted to do that.” You whined playfully, rolling it up before eating it like a burrito.
“I’m just trying to practise my powers, love.” She chuckled, sitting down next to you.
“You may drown the pancake in Nutella for your next one.”
You munched on them slowly before you objected to a third, but you could tell that your stomach was expanding as you never would have thought you could eat this much a week ago. You were laughing along with Kate and Yelena as they dotted on one another, the noirette Alpha taking care of her Beta, whilst Wanda observed you.
You watched as Kate fed Yelena a bite of pancake-wrapped banana and a feeling grumbled in your heart. You wanted that, to be dotted on and loved so carelessly. You wanted to feel as safe as you did last night, to be at peace like that, and you wanted it with Wanda and Natasha.
Then it dawned on you.
*Shit!* You looked towards your bedroom before making an excuse to freshen up, quickly scurrying into your ensuite at the sight of a shocked Natasha.
A bottle of strong suppressant pills in her hand.
“Y/N, what…?” Her heart broke, and yours raced.
“Natasha, it’s not what it looks like.”
“It’s not? So these aren’t Omega suppressants? Ones that could kill you?” She growled, but noticed how the room stank of fear.
Wanda, Yelena and Kate came rushing into the room, the witch with her magic whilst Yelena held two spatulas and Kate held the hot frying pan.
“Y/N, get back!” Yelena yelled, ready to attack whoever was in the bathroom.
You scrambled into the corner of the room, eyeing your cupboard before you clambered into that and held it shut. Voices were muffled, gasps of shock too, but it was clear what you had done and you knew you would be a goner.
“Malen’kiy, can you open the cupboard door, please?” Wanda’s soothing voice was clearer as she knocked on it.
“No, no, no, no, no… Gonna punish me, gonna whip me… bad Omega, bad bad Omega…”
Wanda pulled the door open by your muttering to see you in an out-of-body state, rocking back and forth on top of a pile of dirty laundry. She knelt down in front of you and tried to grasp your attention, but was struggling with the two other Alphas, one with fear and one with shock.
“Everybody just calm down.” Wanda cooed, mostly to you.
“Bad bad Omega… got caught, gonna whip me…” You kept muttering, only to flinch wildly at Wanda’s touch.
“Shh, Y/N, I’m not going to hurt you.” She tried to calm you but still failed.
“Natasha, get your butt over here.”
The Widow knelt down in front of you and her heart shattered at the sight of your fear-stricken form. Your entire body was shaking while you rocked back and forth, your voice sounding like a broken record.
“Dom her.” Yelena spoke.
“Sestra, stay out of this.” Natasha growled.
“I promise, dom her. She needs to know she’s safe, and it’s not going to do much to just tell her. Dom her, overflow her senses with your pheromones. Trust me, it works.”
Wanda and Natasha looked at each other before looking at you, their fingers lacing together just as their minds did. Yelena and Kate left, closing the door behind them, and that’s when Natasha and Wanda decided to scent the entire room.
As soon as it hit you, your body stilled. No more rocking, a little bit of shaking, but a whimper came out of your lungs.
“Omega, your Alphas are here. Come and sit here.” Natasha pointed at her lap.
She watched as your eyes seemed foggy as your sluggish movements guided you into her lap, sitting just like a cradled baby would. Natasha held your torso and Wanda came to her side, running her fingers through your hair as you continued to whimper.
“Gonna whip me, gonna hurt me… M’sorry, Alphas…”
Wanda shushed you gently. “No, Omega. No whipping. Punishment, yes, but no harm like that will come to you by our hands.”
You curled further into Natasha, burying your head in her neck to breathe in every possible scent of hers you could. Wanda watched Natasha relax, a calm expression built upon her face whilst realisation hit the witch.
“This is what you needed, my love. You needed to dom her.”
“I guess so. I feel very relaxed.” The Widow commented.
“It’s her.” Wanda smiled as you stopped shaking. “Can’t you smell it? She reeks of calming scents.”
Natasha gently tilted your head to the side and smelled your scent glands, the addictive and sweet scent of honey filling her lungs. A purr exuded from her chest and it calmed you to the point of near-sleep, your head lulling back into Wanda’s hands.
“Okay, bring her out slowly.” Wanda guided as she pulled her own pheromones back in.
Natasha didn’t want to, though. You were finally calm, compliant, a true Omega. But she trusted her mate and pulled back her pheromones, only keeping the ones that essentially blocked off your fear.
“Hmm… Natasha? Wanda?” You muttered, looking around the room.
“Hi, darling. How are you feeling?” Natasha murmured.
“I’ve never… I mean I have, but only in the Red Room.” You stammered.
“That was a really, really bad stress-drop, Y/N.” Wanda explained, helping you move to the bed.
“I feel so drained, but so energised.” You looked down at your body to see a sheen of sweat covering it.
“Y/N, can you tell us where all of your suppressants are, please?” The witch tucked a hair behind your ear.
You froze. That’s why you dropped, now you remember. Natasha found them and you tried to hide from her. “Are… Are you mad at me?”
“Not anymore, my love.” Natasha shook her head, kissing your temple.
“Um… okay, please don’t get mad.”
You shifted throughout your room and grabbed every bottle and loose pill before placing them on the bed. Natasha and Wanda’s heart sank as a few tears shed down your cheeks, sniffles accompanying them until you stood empty-handed in front of the duo.
“Th-That’s everything, I promise.”
Wanda stood up and hugged you tightly, something of which you never thought would happen. You hugged her back just as tightly before you started sobbing, your legs failing you but she brought you to the bed.
“Ple-hease, I was g-going to wean off of them, I promise. Please don’t b-be mad, I’ll be a g-good ‘Mega. I-I’ll wear a collar, I’ll t-take the spankings, I’ll kneel out-outside.”
“Shh, little ‘mega.” Natasha cooed.
“You won’t be punished for this, Y/N. We were going to, but not anymore.”
“W-Why?” You sniffled as Wanda pulled away, cleaning up your cheeks with her thumbs.
“Because you gave us everything else. If we just got angry at finding that one bottle, then you would have hidden the rest from us and stayed on death row. We could not be more proud or happier that you decided to be honest with us.” She explained.
You let out a shuddering exhale of relief, with feelings rising up in you that you hadn’t felt in a long time.
“And did you really mean those things? You’d have worn a collar and knelt in public because you thought we were mad?” Natasha asked gently.
You nodded. “Other Alphas did it. I-It’s why I didn’t want a collar at the shops.”
Natasha and Wanda steeled up slightly. “Baby, you’ve been handled by other Alphas?”
You nodded again before looking at Natasha, realisation dawning on her. “Of course. The lease program.”
“What?” Wanda looked between you two.
“It’s where the few Omegas in the Red Room were leased out to the highest bidder for 24 hours, with no law standing in-between them.”
Natasha wrapped you in a tight hug. “I’m so sorry I’ve been ignorant. I’ll be a better Alpha than those pigs, I promise.”
You nuzzled into her slightly. “Don’ wanna go back there.”
She shook her head as she let go a bit. “Never. Never in a million years will you ever have to go back there.”
You relaxed into her grip and felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her. You leaned forward and captured her lips in yours, leaving it after three seconds to be just a simple kiss.
“My… My Alpha.” You murmured.
A stronger-than-steel purr ripped through her chest as her pupils dilated. “What did you just say?”
You blushed deeply before taking Wanda’s hand, pulling her in for a kiss too. You sighed relaxingly and pulled the two impossibly closer, almost to the point that they could kiss over your shoulder.
“My Alphas.”
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A/N: There we go, the ending of my first try at ABO :) tips and tricks are always welcomed for the inbox, just so I can see them easily :) thank you for reading.
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pairings - wenclair x neglected!daughter!reader
summary - you were born into a family of freaks, and that was the norm for you. but slowly, your interest in your family diminished due to lack of attention towards you. how will you cope?
warnings - none
an - part two for those who were waiting!!
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“So wait, you saw Goody? Our grandmother?”
You sighed in annoyance at your brother's tone, your head hanging low as he rambled on about the events that occurred in the café minutes ago. Luka and his friends had watched you bump into a jockey werewolf and then when you apparently fainted; their first reaction was to grab you and bring you to the infirmary, now here you were.
“I already told you.” You said, sipping a cup of water while you flipped through the spell book lazily, “I blacked out, an old house appeared, I saw Goody, and then I woke up here.”
“That sounds familiar…” Luka inquired slowly, gauging your reaction.
Your head turned to him, a murderous glow in your eyes as you glared harshly. You sat up carefully, staring him into a cowered sitting position.
“I am not having visions, I refuse to accept that.” You growled before standing up sharply and walking out of the blaring-white room.
You stormed down the hallway, ignoring Luka’s protests as he jogged behind you. Your mind was racing a mile a minute at the possibilities of you now figuring out that you have visionary powers which were probably inherited from your dear mother; that disgusted you.
“Mamá es va a averiguarla!” Luka said, getting in front of you to stop you from walking away, “Ella no es tonto.”
“Si, ella no es tonto.” You replied, yanking your belongings out of his hands, “Pero tú no decir nada.”
Luka stared at you, almost as a silent game to see if he would actually say something or not. Black eyes challenged bright blue, the quiet contest becoming tedious for both of you as people passed with confused looks on their faces.
Eventually you caved in, looking away with a slump of your shoulders. You couldn’t argue with Luka, he would always wiggle his way to winning any fight, and he would always gloat about it to his friends when you were both younger.
“Luka.” You sighed, slinging your bag over your shoulder and turning your head back up to his gaze, “Please, don’t tell them.”
“Why though?” He pressed, leaning down so he could speak quietly, “You need help.”
“I don’t need anything.” You snarled as you pushed past him, “You need to let me go back to my room.”
“Y/N I know those visions hurt.” Luka tried again, following you up the stairs and towards your dorm room.
You muttered an insult under your breath, swearing to whatever higher power above that you would curse Luka into his early grave for being so persistent with you. His rambling became background noise in your ears as you moved around your room, setting your stuff down and safely tucking the book back under your pillow before stopping to angrily turn back to your brother.
“Listen,” You said, crossing your arms in front of your chest to appear bigger, “These visions, the voices; they are my problem.”
Luka opened his mouth to speak but you shushed him with a hand to say that you weren’t finished.
“You will keep quiet, you won’t tell anybody about the things that are happening to me. Our mothers are busy enough with Louis and Leo AND with planning for parents' weekend in a few days; they don’t need more stress.”
Luka’s eyebrows furrowed, his face scrunching in confusion.
“Y/N, you aren’t a stresser for them.” He said softly, reaching out to put his hands on your shoulders, “They love you.”
“They don’t act like it.” You snapped, shrugging him off and looking away in embarrassment.
To be truthful, you felt very neglected within your family. Between you and your three other siblings, you were seen as the least favorite. Luka, Louis, AND Leo all successfully wolfed out when Luka was 10 and the twins were 7, which prompted a celebration with your large family circle. Everyone came from both sides to congratulate the three of them with gifts and music and dancing.
Unfortunately for you, barely anyone paid you any attention. The most that anyone said to you was “are you next to wolf out?” or “i’m sorry you didn’t catch up with your brothers” and even “maybe you are defected!”
Emotional demonstration wasn’t your strong point, but when those phrases were said to you, well it hurt. You wanted so badly to fit into the little werewolf circle that was in your home, but you never got the pleasure of getting that trait from your mom.
Instead you were left with voices in your head and absolutely no special abilities at all. You younger brothers, bless them, would always rub it in that you were quote on quote “defective” and would constantly pick on you for not having the wolfish attributes that they possessed.
“You don’t know what it’s like.” You started, stepping away from Luka to pace around your room, “I have to wake up everyday to feel like I’m nothing.”
“But you are something!” Luka said, reaching out to grab your hand, “You’re my twin sister-.”
Your eyes went wide and rolled, your head flying backwards at his touch. A loud bell chime again, ringing in your ear as it drowned out all comprehension of the real world.
Flashes occurred, pictures caught in time as people laughed and talked, then screamed. There was fire, pooling and lapping up at peoples legs as they ran in fear, and at the center of the chaos was…
You.
What was happening to you?
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Summary: 6 months later, Natasha returns from the dead. It's a tightly kept secret as it's unknown how she returned, but everyone claws and fights about who will keep watch over her like savages. You're far down the list of people who should protect her, but you find yourself unable to leave her be.
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You heard the news through Bruce.
Well, it was through Bruce telling Pepper, and you just happened to be at the coffee machine getting shitty coffee. The quality drastically dropped since Tony was gone, and you've been putting off telling Pepper she needed to literally buy anything else.
You didn't really know how long was the appropriate time for someone to grieve before you could ask if they could buy another brand of coffee.
Tony was gone.
A part of you thinks you keep putting off telling Pepper because then you'd have to face—really face—he was gone.
Steve was gone.
What did it matter, really, in the grand scheme of things? Coffee was just coffee, and it'd probably taste fine if you just put a shitload of sugar and creamer in it.
Vision was gone.
Honestly, you only really noticed because it was the same brand as whatever was stocked up at the Avengers Compound.
Natasha was gone.
But perhaps the coffee always tasted bad at the Compound and it had nothing to do with Tony being gone. Natasha used to bring coffee into the office most days for people, and Clint filled in the other days.
Maybe Tony Stark just liked shitty coffee, and you were only now just noticing it.
Natasha was back.
Your hand faltered at the coffee machine, spilling a little of it on your hand, and the burn stung immediately.
"Are you okay?" Bruce asked as he noticed you inhale a sharp breath.
"Yeah, I'm fine." You smiled awkwardly at him before looking at Pepper. "Morgan's fine. She just has the flu and her fever's gone down. Make sure she gets plenty of rest and fluids. I'm going to set up a humidifier for her and help her settle into bed with a movie and wait for her to fall asleep before I head out."
Pepper let out a heavy breath, putting her hand over her chest in relief. "Oh, perfect. Thank you so much for coming suddenly. I just—Morgan doesn't really like going to the hospital, and suddenly she started throwing up and having a fever—"
"It's fine, Pepper," you waved off her ramblings after you wiped what you spilled on the counter. "You can always call me if you need me."
"Seriously, I think I might just employ you full-time as a live-in doctor if you say that," Pepper joked, and you laughed.
"I am already your live-in doctor, just for one of your research labs. instead."
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You don't think about Natasha—at least, you try not to.
You heard things here and there about it through Pepper. Apparently, she's being held in a government facility similar to The Raft, detained like some criminal they needed to study instead of the war hero who sacrificed everything to save the world.
It made you sick to your stomach.
But you hear that Clint, Bruce, and Nick Fury have been fighting to get custody of her, so you don't think about it. There were people who knew Natasha far better than you did and were way closer to her than you were.
She was in good hands.
So, you continue on with your daily routine to pass your monotonous days, unaware you're waiting for some kind of update.
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The next time you heard about Natasha Romanoff, it was Clint and Bruce cornering you at your lab.
"What?" You panicked, tensing up. "Why me?"
"You're the only person Natasha ever sought out to treat her," Clint answered, and you felt even more lost at the fact he knew. "Natasha allows medical professionals onsite to help her, but there were times she left to go see you. That has to mean something."
But, of course, he knew. He was Natasha's...best friend. And Clint was an incredibly nosy person, even if Natasha didn't tell him.
"I've only treated her a handful of times—literally only five times. I don't know her that well," you shook your head, trying to walk around them. "I didn't even know she had a sister until you told me."
"Please," Clint begged. "I'm fighting to get her out, and the doctors they have looking after her are shady and callous with her. I can only visit her with Nick's influence, but it's not enough to get her out of there."
"And what do you suppose I can do?"
"You're a renowned cellular biologist," Bruce cut in. "If they're holding her for research, we want someone on our side who will at least treat her like a human being. The faster we get answers, the faster we can get her out."
"Please," Clint begged again. "Natasha needs help. She's...different. And it's only going to get worse if she remains in there. She's not talking, and they won't let her go until they can find some answers."
It felt wrong.
You don't want to study Natasha Romanoff like an animal. Despite being a scientist with an inquisitive mind, you don't care about how she returned.
But it sounded like Natasha would be researched whether you liked it or not. And if that was the case, you do wonder how the other doctors may be treating her.
"Fine, we're going first thing in the morning," you gritted out, unable to block out the handful of memories of times you've treated her.
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June 2012
"Oo, that looks painful," you hissed in sympathy as a redhead with a busted lip and nasty gash on her temple entered the med bay.
There was a snort that sounded like a half-grunt. "It looks worse than it feels. I hope I'm not intruding, but Tony said I should see you to be treated."
"Natasha, right?" You asked slowly, gesturing to a seat for her to take as you grabbed some medical supplies.
"Yes," Natasha replied, equally slow with caution.
"Tony talks about you a lot," you tried to reassure her of whatever paranoia she might have. It probably didn't help that Natasha was still in her catsuit and probably would've preferred to be called by her alias.
"Well, don't believe everything he says," Natasha gives a light but somewhat tight smile.
"Oh, so you aren't a unique woman with high intellect, sneaky, and rightfully smug?" You teased, and it was flattering that you could make a superhero laugh.
You began treating Natasha's wound carefully.
"You're pretty good at this, doc," Natasha commented as you blew on her brow, even if it didn't sting. "You're pretty gentle. Must be why Tony says you're his personal doctor."
You chuckled. "I'm actually a cellular biologist. Tony is funding my research and pretty much my lifestyle. With the money he's paying me, he can come crying about his boo-boos anytime. Although, he doesn't really come to me for serious stuff. It's usually if he has something ridiculous like a papercut."
"But you can treat wounds and other medical things?"
"I was on my way to becoming a medical doctor before I decided to go into research instead."
"Huh," Natasha hummed, raising her brow at you. "Smart cookie."
"I'd like to think so," you finished cleaning Natasha's wound and putting a bandaid over it. "Feel free to come see me if you need any other basic medical aid. For a pretty redhead, it's free of charge."
"And if I come back blonde?"
"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it," you smiled, and Natasha smirked back at you.
"Smart and funny. Tony has it too good."
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April 2014
"This is the worst bandage job I've ever seen. Who did you go to see for this? A grocery clerk?"
Natasha grunted. "Hi, to you too, doc."
You looked at Natasha, noticing how different her hair is now. But it's been about two years since you have seen her. Despite your offer for her to come to you anytime she needed help, she never did. Or she rarely did, you supposed.
You could only deduce that Natasha was used to caring for her wounds on her own. That, or she didn't trust you.
"Alright, let's go to my office," you sighed.
"Am I interrupting?"
"Not really, kind of hit a brick wall."
"Oh, me too."
You looked over at Natasha, who had a straight face, but you noticed the bruise on her temple outside the obvious gun wound on her shoulder.
You pursed your lips. "Will you hate me if I laugh?"
"Not at all. On the contrary, I may like you less if you don't."
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June 2015
"You know, when I told you that you could come for me for basic medical aid, I feel like you didn't understand the meaning of basic."
"Is this too complicated for you?"
"No."
"Then am I unwelcomed?"
You pursed your lips at the redhead, who stared at you with a tiny upward quirk on her lip. "No," you sighed. "Just not sure why you'd want to see me for such serious wounds. There are other more experienced doctors."
You lift Natasha's shirt up, looking at the long gash on the side of her stomach. "We're gonna need to stitch this up. I've been doing research with Dr. Cho, and we have a new machine that can help with cell tissue generation. It would be faster than me manually stitching—"
"It's fine," Natasha declined. "I'd prefer if you manually did it."
You frown lightly at the fact but relent to the redhead's wishes. Another year passes, and Natasha's hair has changed again.
You worked silently on cleaning Natasha's wound, and she also declined the anesthetic. You focus on stitching up the wound with precision and care.
"I like to go to you for some things because your touch is gentle," Natasha said quietly, but it felt so loud in the silent room. "It makes me feel human when I can feel your touch."
You looked over at her face briefly, but Natasha wasn't looking at you. You don't take any deeper meaning into it. She's someone who's probably felt dehumanized most of her life. The machines that can heal her twice as fast would be fine for life-threatening injuries, but it probably all feels clinical.
You looked back down at the stitch. "Well, as long as you're a redhead, it's free of charge."
"Don't kid yourself, I would look perfect blonde."
"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that."
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September 2016
"What are you doing here?" You hissed as you pulled Natasha in quickly, peering outside before shutting the door.
"Why? Am I unwelcomed now?" Natasha's tone sounded a little hurt, and you scan her body. She didn't seem to be bleeding anywhere that required immediate attention, but you did notice crusted blood at the edge of her nostrils.
"No, but you could get caught here," you shook your head at her. "They're looking for you and the rest of team cap everywhere."
Natasha shrugged. "I highly doubt Tony has your place under surveillance. We don't meet enough for anyone to consider looking for me through you."
You sighed, not sure what to feel about the statement. "I suppose. I don't work for Tony anymore, anyway."
Natasha's brows furrowed.
"Why?"
"I don't agree with what he's doing."
"So you're on Steve's side?"
"No, I think Steve was obstinate too. They're both stupid. Men are stupid."
Natasha laughed before wincing as she held her nose.
"What happened?" You brought her over to your couch before finding your first aid kit.
"I broke my nose," Natasha shrugged. "Can you believe breaking my nose saved millions of girls?"
"With you? Yes." You smirked as you tilted her head to look at the injury closer. "Lucky you. Looks like you don't need surgery. Do you always come here immediately after you save the world?"
"Yep."
"Couldn't even clean your nose before you did?"
"And deprive you of giving me care? I wouldn't dare."
You snorted, carefully cleaning the blood in and around her nose. It was silent again before Natasha spoke up.
"So, what happened with your research stuff now that Tony's not sponsoring your work?"
"Pepper is funding it, even though she knows I won't share anything with Stark Industries at the moment. She doesn't want me to sell my research or provide any data to other companies."
"Smart cookie."
"And a really hot blonde."
"This feels targeted. It's like you know I might dye my hair blonde soon."
"You're still a redhead; I have no idea what you mean. I like your hair, though. Braids look good on you."
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June 2018
Natasha showed up at your front step, holding her rib. There's a look of genuine relief at seeing you.
"You're still here," her voice sounds empty and hollow. "You're still here."
You pulled her inside gently. You're still in shock yourself. You were on a walk when people started disappearing left and right. The sheer panic on the streets was chaos as you were dialing Pepper frantically, almost crying when she picked up the phone. Then there were actual tears when you called other people in your life, and half of them didn't pick up...and they weren't going to.
"I'm here," you swallowed. "What happened to your rib?"
"I don't know." Natasha looked so lost. There was the look of failure and self-blame all over her face.
"Does it hurt?"
"I don't know."
You grasp her wrist, carefully moving her hand away from her rib before gently putting your fingertips against them. Your fingers trail up, down, and around.
Suddenly, Natasha broke into tears.
"Does it hurt?" You asked, panicked.
"You're still here," was all Natasha choked through her tears.
You didn't know what to do other than treat her wounds more gently than ever before while reassuring her you hadn't disappeared. You were one of the many people on this planet still here. And when she was better, she'd get the rest of them back.
It was a long and exhausting night, and Natasha fell asleep in your bed, and you made sure she was comfortable before leaving to sleep on the couch.
Natasha's hair has changed again.
"You look good blonde."
That was the last time you saw her.
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Natasha's hair has changed again. She's gone back to being a redhead with blonde tips. Her hair was a mess, barely brushed, and looked knotted.
The room was big and had padded walls, a singular bed in one corner, and a toilet and sink in another. There were lights in parts of the cell but also areas of darkness. It looked like a fucking prison cell.
You were looking through an unbreakable glass window, the middle holding up a microphone you assumed was linked to the speaker in the room.
Natasha stood in the middle of the room under the light in a hospital gown falling off her shoulder. Her hands were covered in scars, and her lips were so chapped, you were sure they'd split even if Natasha breathed the wrong way.
Natasha was only a few feet away from you, but it felt like she was a million miles away.
They let you see her alone under the guise of privacy as you saw her.
You felt you weren't supposed to see this—see her like this.
A sense of dread filled you at the blank expression on Natasha's face at what she'd gone through—what she was still going through.
She was a hero, and this was how they were treating her? This was someone who had fought wars repeatedly for this stupid country and the rest of the world, and they had her locked up like a mental ward patient from the 1600s.
You thought the government had gotten better. There were reforms and peace after people came back from the snap. This wasn't how they were supposed to treat someone who'd given up their life to ensure everyone got theirs.
It shouldn't matter that she came back; she had still given it up in the first place for them.
Natasha didn't even seem to recognize you through the glass as you stepped closer to the microphone. She looked past you as if she could tell the exit was somewhere behind you.
"Natasha?" You said into the mic, and it bellowed into the room.
Nothing.
"Nat?"
Natasha's eyes were listless. She was a broken, empty shell that seemed more like an animated corpse than actually being alive.
You swallowed, trying one more time. "You're still a redhead. Looks like it's still free of charge."
Natasha's eyes flickered this time, her head tilts towards you as she blinked with focus. It was just a spark, but it was something, and relief spreads through you.
"Not completely." You could barely hear her voice, but it was coarse. Cold.
There should've been a joke about some kind of discount, but Natasha didn't make it. You were speechless.
You didn't know what to say. Don't worry, you're trapped in here, but I'm going to help with the research, and hopefully, we'll get you out soon?
It was like prolonging a death sentence. You were horrified.
"Just—wait for me," the words flew out of your mouth so fast but you meant them with every ounce of your being. "You're gonna go home with me today."
Natasha's eyes sparked at the words but just as quick as you saw it, they died out, falling back into listlessness. She turned, stepping into a darkened corner away from your view and prying eyes of the cameras as she said, "No, I'm not."
You realized she's probably spent weeks watching Clint, Bruce, and Fury try to get her out unsuccessfully.
The resignation made something lurch in your throat and eyes sting with desperation and rage.
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"So, we can send you a contract—"
"You're going to release her to my custody," you cut off some government official. He was old, wearing some kind of toupee that was slicked back to hide his balding head.
He looked at you in disbelief, almost laughing like you were some stupid, naive young girl.
He looks at Clint and Bruce, who are also just looking at you in shock.
"As I've told your friends and Nick Fury, this is out of their hands. The Accords are still intact as of right now, therefore—"
"I don't care about the Accords. You will release her into my care. I'm more than qualified and I have the resources to find the inane answers you're looking for while rehabilitating Agent Romanoff," you cut him off again, able to tell that it was irking him.
"That won't be necessary as you can see we have the resources here," the government official raised his brow at you.
"Your resources can't compete with Stark's resources."
It was no secret that Tony had left a very sizable fortune to you in his will, outside of everything he gave to Pepper and Morgan. And it was also no secret how close you were with the surviving Starks.
"Doctor," the government official sighed, obviously making it sound like you were a nuisance. "If you're not here to join our research team, I suggest you go on your way and remember the NDA you signed."
You glared at him even more. "I'm not leaving without Agent Romanoff. You will hand her over to me, or you will regret it."
"And exactly how will I regret it?" The government official looked smug, and you smirked back at him.
"I'm still in talks with the government regarding my research, and I will pull out and sell that information outside of this country as I'm free to do so. I know Dr. Cho is in talks between the US and South Korea about her nano-technology. One word from me, and America can fall behind on those advancements as well." You pulled out your cell phone in a threatening manner. "Pepper and I will pull out all of our money from the very same banks and company investments that you're supporting and make you watch as they collapse one after another."
"You'd ruin our entire economy—our country by doing so!" The official was red in the face. "You'd put your entire country into chaos?" He sneered at you.
"I will if you don't give me Agent Romanoff!" You sneered back at him. "It's not like you won't eventually get your research and answers if she's in my custody. It works in both our favor."
The official is staring at you, glaring and seething.
"I imagine your colleagues and superiors will pin the blame on you if this entire economy and country goes into ruin because if I have to do that, I will say that it's the government's fault. The NDA said I can't specifically talk about Natasha and this place, which I won't. But I'm sure some journalist will discover the truth and plaster all over the news what you're doing to a war hero," your voice was so vindictive; you're not sure if you've ever been so cold before.
"So," your voice was flat, devoid of emotion now. "What will it be?"
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It was agreed that Natasha would stay in a cabin that Pepper owned out in the countryside. You were to provide monthly updates on your research and rehabilitation progress. And while this was in headway, neither you nor Natasha was free to leave the country or this planet.
Clint initially wanted you and Natasha to stay with him and his family, but you declined. You pointed out that it would be hard for him and his family—his children, especially—to see Natasha like this.
Pepper had everything prepared while you gingerly collected Natasha.
"We're going home, Natasha," you said softly, shrugging off your jacket to wrap around her shoulders. But Natasha still didn't react, even if she let you take her hand and drag her out of the facility.
During the car ride, you mentally planned what you needed to do. Natasha needed to eat, take a bath, and rest.
"Have you eaten yet?" You asked the redhead, sitting stoically in the car, straight as a rod.
There was no answer. Natasha was peering out the windshield, her hands perfectly on both thighs. Clint looked worried as he looked at you.
"Natasha?" You gently placed her hand over hers. You could feel the bumps of the white scars over her hand. A part of you is too frightened to ask where she got these from.
Natasha looked down at your hand over hers before looking at you. Her eyes were so empty. Such a dull green like dying grass.
"Did you eat?"
Natasha nodded once before looking back outside the windshield.
You looked at Clint, trying to give him a reassuring smile, but deep down, you were afraid you had no idea what the fuck you were doing.
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"Pepper says you've been here before, but let me know if you need help finding anything," you brought her into the house where Natasha just stood, looking at nothing in particular.
"Um," you took a shaky breath. "How about a bath? I'm sure it'll be good to get the grime and stale air off of you."
Natasha didn't move on her own, so you began to lead her up the stairs to the bathroom.
It was a detached tub near the high window to get plenty of sunlight without anyone being able to peer in.
"I'll just get this started for you," you offered. Turning on the tap and pouring in a liquid that formed into bubbles. "Just make sure to check the temperature and adjust. Pepper says that sometimes that faucet can be a little finicky."
You turned to Natasha, who stood there, staring at the wall. She was unmoving, making no gesture if she was waiting for you to get out or to start undressing.
"Do you, um, need help?" You asked, but there was no answer.
Maybe it would wake her up a little once she was in the water.
"I'm—" you took a long breath in. "I'm gonna help you undress and get into the tub. If you get uncomfortable at any point, let me know and I can stop or do something else."
It wasn't like you've never seen a naked body before. You've seen plenty both in your sex life and field of work. You've even seen parts of Natasha's body when you've treated her. You just never thought you'd see Natasha fully naked.
You slid your jacket off her shoulders, letting out a puff of breath. You looked past her as you undid the string of her hospital gown. You looked up when you slid down her underwear before guiding her towards the tub. Your gentle guiding seemed to spark Natasha into mechanically climbing into it herself the rest of the way.
"Okay, cool. Um," you stuttered. "I'm sure you've been through a lot. Once you're done, we can get you into bed and if you're hungry later, I can make you something."
You were getting used to the lack of answers, but it didn't make your stomach drop any less. "Just let me know if you need anything."
You don't wait for a response this time, leaving without shutting the door fully. Down the hall, you leaned against the wall, swallowing harshly.
It feels like you brought a lifeless shell home. A part of you wonders if Natasha really did return or if this was just some lifeless doll.
You didn't want to think about it anymore, so you pushed yourself off the wall and into a bedroom with a suitcase and unzipped it open to grab some clothes.
When you were heading back, you heard the water still running and frowned.
"Natasha?" You called as you opened the door. The tub was overfilling, and you rushed to turn off the faucet, trying to not slip.
Natasha was sitting how you left her, staring ahead at the running water but not really looking at it.
You sighed, relieved that the bathroom floor was designed with wood and curved so that any water would naturally run towards a drain in the floor.
You go to check the temperature of the water and find that while it was initially fine when you turned it on, Natasha hadn't attempted to adjust it, and the finicky faucet ran nearly scalding water.
"Jesus, Natasha, you're going to hurt yourself," you yelped. You braced through it and stuck your hand in to drain the tub halfway.
You inwardly sighed, knowing you would have to help Natasha through the entire process. You began to refill the tub, monitoring the temperature and shut it off when it was filled adequately.
"I'm going to help wash you if that's okay," you muttered. "Just let me know if you prefer to do it yourself at any point."
You grabbed a nearby stool and sat on it before grabbing the loofa. You began with Natasha's shoulders and arms, trying to wash parts of her that were easy to access.
Natasha tensed as you washed her, so you tried to be more slow and careful.
"It's just me," you said softly, trying to reassure the redhead. "I've always taken care of you."
Natasha said nothing, but her shoulders relaxed slightly as you continued. There wasn't much dirt on her, but the stale air that was surrounding her began to fade away.
Her knees were propped up, folded to her chest, and you washed down her thighs and legs, trying to not think of anything too much as you did it. You tried not to think about the scars on her hands and feet.
Readjusting your stool, you went to sit behind her. You used a cup to wet Natasha's hair, trying to detangle some of it gently first. It was then you discovered a shaven spot in the back of her head, where there was a large scar. You realized that was where Natasha's head hit the ground when she—
You swallowed, trying to suppress the anger that they shaved her head to get a look at something so private.
You squeezed a considerable amount of shampoo in your hands and gently rubbed it into her scalp. Natasha tensed at first before your fingers massaging her scalp made her relax, her body leaning back against the tub and her head into your hands.
It was quiet as you did this. You shampooed her hair twice before slathering it up in conditioner and finally getting out the rest of the knots. You drained the tub, grabbing the shower head to rinse her down once more before you grabbed a towel and helped her out.
You helped put a bathrobe around her to help dry her as you didn't think you had the gall to fully dry every part of her by hand. Grabbing her clothes, you led her to her bedroom, setting her down on the bed.
Natasha sat silently as you towel-dried her hair with gentle hands. Her eyes fell closed as you began to blow dry it. Your soft fingers tousling her hair.
So delicate.
When it was dry, you set the blow dryer aside.
"Hm, your hair is pretty sensitive and might be for the next week. It might be better to braid it so it doesn't tangle and break when you're sleeping," you commented, mostly to yourself.
You took sections of her hair, delicately beginning to put her hair into a french braid.
"You've always had beautiful hair, red or blonde," you complimented Natasha as you finished. You moved to sit in front of her to check if you did okay from the front. There wasn't a response, but Natasha opened her eyes. They focused on you, looking at you as they traced over the features of your face. She was studying you apprehensively.
Natasha lifted a hand, slowly reaching up as her fingers brushed the side of your face. It felt bumpy from the scars, but it made the back of your throat burn.
"Am I really here?" Natasha mumbled as she then traced your cheek before your lips. "Am I really here with you?"
Your eyes were burning now. You couldn't even answer right away because you were afraid your lips would start trembling.
You lifted your hand, hesitating at first, before you held her hand against your face. "Yeah, you're really here."
The edges of Natasha's eyes began to brim with tears.
"When I jumped, I didn't die right away," Natasha whispered. "There was a feeling that something bad was going to happen. It didn't get me yet, but it was going to."
You couldn't help the tears that began to fall over the edge of your eyes when they overfilled.
"Something bad happened to me," Natasha's lip trembled. "It's still happening to me."
You gripped her hand tighter unintentionally, but it was like it grounded Natasha.
"I was scared," Natasha admitted. "I was scared that even if you came to me, it wouldn't go away."
Then, Natasha grabbed your hand and placed it against her cheek. It was still warm from the bath and blow dryer.
"But I can feel your touch," Natasha sighed like it was a relief. "It's gentle and I feel human. I'm scared I'm not really here."
"You are."
Your throat felt clogged with raw emotions, and you didn't know what to do with it. You've only seen Natasha a handful of times, and maybe it's because the more you do, the more emotionally charged you both feel.
"You're really here," you told Natasha, using your thumb to caress her cheek. You didn't know what else to say.
All you can do is offer her shelter under your touch.
i feel like i need a cigarette after this. it's incredibly sad and angsty but in a more raw, subtle way that not a lot of people can do. we all focus so much on BAM BIG SADNESS to get our feels but you didn't need that to get the same impact
what personally hurt me the most was the ending. we can't even begin to fathom what anything nat might have gone through - what did she see, what did she feel, what did it feel like coming back and how did it feel to die? no one wants to be able to answer those questions fr, so the fact that she doesn't feel real and needs to lean on reader hurts so bad and i cant even begin to express how i yearn to make her better
i still need a cigarette tho 🤨
Omg I'm thinking of that Ben Affleck meme LMAO
In my heart, there's only you because you get me so much 😭💖
JSNWJDIEJF no I know I wrote this but you vocalizing it in this way has me screaming and crying for nat like noooo that's my baby 🥲🥲🥲🥲
ilysm 💖💖
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This tiktok story with ceo!wanda pleasee
Control - Wanda x Fem!Reader
Gif not mine, credit to creator
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1,131
Warnings: CEO!Wanda, Teasing, Semi-Exhibitionism, Bladder Control, Thigh Riding, Humiliation, Degradation, Daddy Kink | Minors DNI
A/N: My apologies for this being so short and underwhelming!
Summary: You always love visiting Wanda at work, but more so when she has you sit through meetings where she teases you relentlessly.
“If you’re a good girl, I promise to give you a reward at home.”
The words themselves made you shudder. It was difficult to not squirm beneath the imminent gaze of those viridescent eyes which quickly turned dark. As a hand gilded over your hit, fingers clutching you possessively, you got lost in Wanda’s presence.
Days always went by slowly when she was not around often. Surely being the CEO of her own multimedia company gave her leniency in terms of hours, but she still had to make herself to the office at times. Wanda gave you everything you ever wished for and more. If you were good, you’d be showered with all the gifts, praise, and affection in existence. Although if you were bad, you’d be lucky if she even spared you a disapproving glance as she purposely ignored your whimpers — most times it occurred as she sat by her desk at home, typing away in her computer as a collar and leash were attached to you, who laid your head against her thigh and sobbed until she paid attention to you.
During the days you missed her dearly, the woman brought you into the office with her. She was always adorned with her trademark suits, heels to accent the look, and her hair either up in a powerful bun, slick back, or down. You secretly loved being able to play with the loose red strands as you sat on her desk hidden away in her office.
Even when there was a meeting you were to be present. In front of her employees, those inferior to her as you were, she made sure to make a show off what was hers — you.
“Darling…” Wanda mumbled, her lips practically grazing against your ear as she leaned in.
The two of you had to sit through a meeting that neither wished to be present in. While your partner sat at the head of the table, you were obediently placed over her lap. It was the most inconvenient day for you to wear a skirt, you decided as your slick underwear rubbed against Wanda’s dark slacks.
“Yeah?” You responded while bored out of your mind. The more each member of the board of directions spoke, the more tired you got. Still, your mood improved when you were able to turn and notice Wanda’s watchful eyes upon you.
Hands pulled you closer to her body as her fingers pressed slightly along your lower abdomen. You had forgotten to relieve yourself before the long meeting and found yourself grimacing, your bladder unable to take much longer.
“Calm down, honey,” she chuckled dryly.
“I’m not doing anything.”
“Oh really?” Wanda questioned with eyes that practically shone. She put more pressure over your body, eliciting a stifled groan surely to be heard by her secretary that sat quietly beside you. As you nodded in response, ignoring the way in which a jolt of arousal was sent down your body when the redhead shifted, inevitably brushing her clothed thigh further against your wet cunt. “I can feel you throbbing against my thigh, dear. You’ve already made a mess of your underwear and now you’re doing the same to my pants. It would be a delight if you were dripping something else though. Now be a good girl and hold it in for daddy.”
As the meeting carried on, Wanda did not cease with her teasing. She let her fingers ride around your half-exposed thigh until they traveled far enough so that your underwear was touched. Involuntarily, you began rubbing yourself over your lover, slowly intensifying the knot low in your belly.
“Hmm such a slutty baby,” Wanda whispered against your ear. Ragged breaths were let out from the depths of your throat. “Just imagine what they would all say if they saw what you were doing. Maybe we should let them watch. They’ll see how much of a fucking whore you are as you wet yourself over my lap. I’d make you clean it all up with them here.”
“Daddy, please,” you whimpered in return. Wanda only hummed as she noticed tears forming along your eyes. “I need you so bad. I’ll do anything for you, just let me cum.”
Your pussy was throbbing, aching to be touched, over and over as you brushed it against Wanda’s thigh. It didn’t stop her from pressing it further against you, making the wet patch of juices bigger on her slacks, even through your underwear.
To your relief, the meeting did not take much longer to finish. You sat back and watched each member pour out of the meeting-room quickly, some with flushed features as they refused to stare back at the two of you. Even Wanda’s secretary, Kate, simply gave her a nod of acknowledgment before rushing away.
“Awww does my ‘wittle’ baby need to go potty?” Wanda asked with a mocking tone dripping from her mouth. She visibly smiled, only biting down on her bottom lip to keep herself from groaning at the sight of you desperately trying to get off. “Why don’t you be a good bitch and cum for daddy first? Come on, I’m here to help you.”
As you nodded, Wanda did as promised. She let her fingertips sloppily graze over your clit. You kept on rubbing your needy pussy against her, throwing your head back as your bud was pinched between two fingers.
“Come on, Y/N. I know you can do it,” she urged. Her hand slapped over your cunt, then rubbed your clit before repeating the smack. Wanda went back and forth between the actions as you sat there further turning into a crying mess. Your bladder was at the point of giving out, being pressed against at times, as you were stuck between letting go or cumming. “Make me happy. Cum for daddy, you brainless whore.”
As the ministrations kept going, you were unable to hold it back. A loud moan boomed through the entirety of the office that was ignored by the employees as they did not wish to face the wrath of their menacing boss. You came with Wanda thumbing at your clit and flicking it with a giggle. The husky sound was music to your ears. All while her free hand held you in place.
Even when Wanda harshly pressed against your lower abdomen, the bliss of your orgasm exuding over you, you followed her commands.
“I must say I’m impressed, Y/N. You were good and didn’t make much of a mess to deal with,” Wanda said with a soft voice. She pressed her lips against one of your reddened, tear-stained cheeks before hugging you close. “Now you let me make the icky feeling go away. Daddy will take you home so we can have more fun, little bear.”
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