More of Mafia R! Sniping for Wanda and just being WHIPPED for her!
Very short, mostly for practicing. Thank you to the anon that sent it years ago lol.
It was now 7PM. They had promised to be home by 6. Wanda is impatiently tapping her manicured nails on the wooden table, an unnopened bottle of very expensive wine, when she heard the door open.
"Wanda? I'm home, sugar!" They shouted and walked to the kitchen. "I know." They said with their hands up, getting on their knees. "I'm sorry I'm late, my love. I had a small problem to solve before coming back to you." They cooed.
Wanda didn't budge. She saw them approaching and propped her heeled foot on their chest, stopping them on their knees. "Is that blood on your collar?" She asked with a scowl. "I am your wife. Nothing should be more important, am I wrong?" She cooed mockingly.
"Now now, my queen, you are the most important thing in my life." They pulled out a black velvet box from their pocket, showcasing a beautiful diamond necklace. "I had to pick up your gift. Just had a little problem with the shop owner." I grinned.
Wanda smirked and pulled them by their tie. Her sharp nails tracing their jaw lightly. "Cute. But I think I'm still unconvinced." She teased in a whisper. "Open this damn bottle so I can show you how I used to do body shots in college." Wanda smirks wider and they laugh, lifting her in their arms and taking her and the bottle upstairs.
Hello, sorry about the...four years... Well a lot has happened and I finally got back the urge to actually write this so. Thank you to whoever reads it. And of course, the taglist that was asked in 2021. I am 100% out of practice, but if I didn't write it, I'd end up never getting back to it. Don't mind my mistakes, as I'll get better over time.
Taglist: @daenerys713 @marvelwomen-simp
Enjoy. :)
The Sick - Chapter 2.
"LIZZIE!" Ashley screamed in panic as the woman passed out in front of us.
"Move quick! I want every alive person out of here and into the trucks!" I shouted at the soldiers
"YES CAPTAIN!" They shouted and began tending to the people in the container taking them to our trucks outside.
"Ash, let me help." I said gently and hurriedly as I knew the shock must've been something.
I picked up Ashley's uncounscious sister. She felt very skinny. Makes me wonder how long had they been without food. We got the survivors inside the trucks and began our travel back to safety.
On the way back, Lizzie was still fast asleep the whole way. I reassured Ashley, who was absolutely rattled and silent the whole way, simply holding her sister's hand as she leaned her head on my shoulder.
"I'm glad you got her back." I said gently, and she looked up at me with a small smile.
"Yeah, me too. I wonder if Mary-Kate's still out there." She said, her smile saddening.
"If she is, we'll find her. But for now, I want you to focus on your sister Elizabeth. Four years at sea is no joke." I said and she nodded, her grip tightening around her sister's hand.
The rest of the way was silent, as the soldiers gave out some food and water to the survivors.
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When we arrived at our unit, I signaled the guards outside to let us through and the gates opened. I carried Elizabeth to the doctor on duty and directed Ashley along so she could be with her sister.
"Send for me if you need anything, alright? I'll be back in a few hours so you can go shower and take care of yourself. You look like shit." I told Ashley with a tentative chuckle and she smiled and nodded.
"That'd be nice, asshole." She retorted.
I turned away and left the room, walking through the hallways to my own bedroom to get out of the uniform and actually dress like a person.
I walked through and stripped out of my clothes with a tired sigh. "When is this shit gonna end?" I whispered to myself in frustration as I looked at my name embroided on the uniform. "Rita Kingsleigh." I read with a chuckle "From nowhere, and if the world keeps going like this, to nowhere." I said with a sad smile and walked into my bathroom, taking the longest shower of the week.
The water ran down in a mixture of dirt and rotten blood from the sick. A few scrapes. No bites. Good. Very good. My mind ran back to the look on the survivors' face. The hauting, dead look of people who had obviously suffered more than enough. The look of sheer disbelief in Elizabeth's eyes a second before she fainted. I wonder if these people would ever find it in themselves to heal from what they saw in these four years.
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After I got dressed, I walked back to Elizabeth's room and slightly nudged a half-asleep Ashley on the armchair.
"Go take a shower and rest. I'll keep an eye on her." I said gently and she nodded, probably already knowing I wouldn't quit trying to make her do it.
She left silently, tired. I sighed and looked at Elizabeth. She looked much skinnier than I remembered seeing on TV before all this. She had a few bruises around her body, and right now I'm not entirely sure if she hit something by accident or if this was someone else's work. Whichever made me worry, anyway.
I sat on the armchair by her side and gave in to the sudden need to speak.
"Ashley really missed you. She's glad you're here." I said softly, my eyes closed peaceful and awake. "I don't really know you. At all. But if you're anything like Ash, you're welcome to be a pain in my ass too." I chuckled "I think you're gonna find the place a little dull, but the absence of deseases will probably ease your mind." I joked and heard a faint, weak chuckle.
I froze and opened my eyes wide, looking straight to the supposedly unconscious figure on the bed.
"Elizabeth, are you awake?" I asked tentatively and earned a slight grunt in return.
"Yes. And laughing made my head hurt." She answered weakly, her throat dry.
"Sorry." I said helping her sit and giving her a glass of water. "I'm Rita. A Friend of your sister's."
"Elizabeth, but call me Lizzie, please." She managed a small smile.
"Don't force yourself." I chuckled "I'll page the doctor to check you out." I said pressing the button on my pager "Can you believe we're back to using this?" I chuckled.
"Vintage." She joked with a smile, making me laugh.
"I usually call it jurassic, but you could call it vintage." I said with a laugh just as the doctor walked in.
He made a few physical tests on her, which obviously pointed to the lack of nutrients and actual food in her body. As soon as he left, Ashley walked in.
"I paged her too, I hope you don't mind." I said with a knowing smile and Elizabeth grinned, mouthing a silent 'thank you'.
I left the room and gave the two sisters their privacy, expecting to actually lay down and enjoy the short down time. But as I said, it's short. Very much short-lived as Director Rudá walked towards me with a face I knew too well nowadays. Panic.
"Captain Kingsleigh, it's the north border. They're breaching it. We need to go." He grimaced, he almost never went to the field, unless it was too serious, like now.
"How close was the first one found?" I whispered not wanting anyone to hear and scare the people.
"Ten miles."
"Shit." I groaned. "That's a little too close to comfort. I'll call in the soldiers, we'll separate in teams to search for more and fix the border problem." I said firmly, fixing my posture and walking towards my bedroom to get my uniform and weapon.
I decided to let Ashley stay with Elizabeth for the time being. It would be very cruel to rip her away from her newly-arrived sister. I gathered my blades and looked at my reflection in the mirror. A single scar running across my left eyelid to my cheekbone. I looked at my katanas. "To fail is to learn. And by learning, you win." I muttured and gripped one of the handles tight. "Let's go." I said to myself and exited my room.
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Elizabeth could not stop thinking. "Ashley, what is this place?" She asked in curiosity.
Ashley half smiled "It is a community almost." She chuckled "A section separated and protected. The soldiers are well trained, but we all come from different backgrounds and other jobs. I guess the apocalypse really does change you." She laughed and Elizabeth's eyes went wide with excitement.
"You're a soldier now, huh?" Elizabeth said with a playful snicker "How'd that happened?"
"Oh, you know I was always into fighting." Ashley joked, making her sister laugh, when a commotion caught their attention. "Do you hear that? I think they're going on a mission." Ashley said looking out the window. "Look! It's Kingsleigh!" Ashely pointed at the Captain and Elizabeth smiled.
"So that's her name." She commented. "Rita Kingsleigh." She mused and Ashley raised an eyebrow.
"Careful, or I'll start thinking you got a crush on your first day here, sis." Ashely poked.
"Don't be ridiculous, I'm just...curious." She said looking back out, to the figure she was so curious about. Rita's posture hardened as the trucks drove off with herself and the soldiers. "She looks tough."
"Oh believe me, she is." Ashley chuckled "They have a live feed for soldiers and directors as a means of communication. Come on, you'll see her being really...tough." Ashley teased and Elizabeth laughed with a faint blush on her ears.
"Cut it out, idiot." She said with not an ounce of anger in her words, said behind a shy smile. It's meaningless. Or at least she thought so, for now.
As they looked out into the horizon where the trucks were speeding towards the borders, Elizabeth thought curiously about that one Captain, that seemed so tough, but chose to stay so she wouldn't wake up alone. "Strange." She muttured to herself, turning on her heel and following Ashley to the military base.
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"Soldat Olsen. Glad to hear you're here too." A recruit approached Ashley with a nervous smile. "Captain Kingsleigh is always saying you need a rest. Even if it means you'll still be at base ready to go." He chuckled.
"Ha ha, funny, rookie." She retorted playfully. "Brought my sister to see the live feed for the first and probably last time. Bet she'll be a little too grossed out." Ashley chuckled.
"Hey! I can take it." Elizabeth responded with a mockingly offended expression.
Recruit Boyd, which Elizabeth soon read on his shirt, guided them to a room filled with computers and a big screen at the front, with a live feed of what seemed to be body cameras.
"Here, let's watch Kingsleigh." Ashley said and sat down in one of the computers, pulling a chair for her sister. "Internet signal is not what it used to be, but we use what we can." She shrugged with a huff and turned the monitor so Elizabeth could see better.
The body camera caugh the Captain's skilled and precise moves with the pair of sleek blades she carried. Strong hands gripped the handles, knuckles white from the force of the impacts cutting through the skin of each infected around the border.
Ashley and Elizabeth both let out a slight gasp as one of the sick nearly bit the Captain's arm, only for her to quickly avoid it and slicing it's head clean off. Quick, efficient. 'All clear, Captain Kingsleigh!' A soldier was heard in the feed. 'Fall back, team 4 will stay and guard the perimeter while the constructors fix the border. They'll page if help is needed. UP ON THE TRUCKS, EVERYONE.'
"She really does look tough." Elizabeth said quietly.
"Big arms and strong hands?" Ashley asked holding back a smile.
"Yeah..." Elizabeth groaned, making Ashley laugh.
"I have to finish some paperwork for the military report, but if you go out to the back of the building there's a small garden and a hammock." Ashley said "You're an old lady with a young body anyways, bet you'll love it." Ashley chuckled.
"That does sound nice. Very nice." Elizabeth laughed and departed from her sister, following the path she had instructed.
By the time Elizabeth walked out into the garden, she lied on the hammock and looked at the sunset. There, she finally allowed herself to cry. Four years in the sea. She saw death from up close, and how it ate at the remaining ones from the inside. How it hollowed out whatever bit of dignity they had in that container. She witnessed madness, cruelty, hunger. And she lost so much. Everyone lost so much.
Desperation.
That's what she felt. She tried her best since opening her eyes in that bed. To pretend it's fine. To give way to healing. But she didn't want to remember. Everytime she did, it made her want to die. So she cried. And hoped it would pass. Hoped to be able to hold on the warmth of her sister Ashley, and the kindness shown by the strange Captain. She cried, but watched the sunset with a small hopeful smile.
A/N: I'm not sure who was the person who encouraged this, but thank you and I'm very sorry it took me so long to post this. Very likely going to be a longer series than I expected. I have absolutely no deep knowledge in the scientific matters of this fanfiction, so there is high chance (I'm very sure, like 100%) that there's wrong information on this. Note that this is all in good fun, really, I just want to get better at writing and I'm gonna try this and see how it goes. It's a Elizabeth Olsen x Reader story and it is Sci-Fi. Also, reminder that English is not my first language, so there may be some mistakes, very sorry about that. Thank you for reading this little first piece, I hope you can enjoy reading it as much as I'm enjoying writing it.
The Sick
Warnings: Sci-fi (some would say that's a warning ig), Angst, Blood, Violence, Sickness, Guns, Knifes, Swords, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Kissing (future), Smut (future), 18+.
ATTENTION: This IS a 18+ fanfiction, do not interact if you are a minor. I will block you.
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August, 2025
“The United States of America is now lost. It was a blissful journey to be a fellow citizen... They’re coming...Oh GOD, THEY’RE-“
“Will you ever not watch this damn thing?” asked your kill-buddy, Ashley, shutting off the dvd player you had been staring at.
“Will you ever not be a pain in my ass?” you bit back in a joking tone, making the woman roll her eyes in amusement.
It’s silent for a few minutes until Ashley breaks the silence. “Do you think they’re alive?” she asked looking at one of her family pictures.
“I don’t know, Ash. But hey, just because we don’t know, doesn’t mean we can’t keep looking.” You answered as softly as you could, not to make the woman more miserable.
That’s what all of you were. Miserable. All thanks to those idiots who once stood in powerful positions. It feels like it was yesterday that the news announced the worst and most unimaginable scenario.
5 years ago.
You were lying down on the couch of your appartment, mindlessly going through the TV channels, when something caught your attention. The news channel.
“The United States of America is now in danger. A study being developed in one of the federal laboratories, with the intention of slowing death of soldiers in the field, giving them more time to treat their possible wounds. However, it seems one of the doctors in charge of the experiment got sick from one of samples two weeks ago, spreading the sickness between his colleagues.” the reporter assumed a more nervous stance, almost panicked. “The infected loses their abilities to smell and taste, however, their hearing is highly improved. But that’s not it, my fellow citizens...” she took a slight pause, and took a deep breath. “Their hunger increases drastically and all they eat is human flesh. Please, can we go now?” she spoke to someone behind the câmera.
“Ma’am...I’d love to go. However, the car broke down.” a man’s voice said.
“What?!” she asked with panic written all over her face.
“You heard me, ma’am...We’re doomed.” said the man.
“The United States of America is now lost. It was a blissful journey to be a fellow citizen... They’re coming...Oh GOD, THEY’RE-“
The TV screen glitched. And a message from the american government appeared.
“We are sorry to inform, there is no solution, no cure, no hope, and we highly recommend taking cover. If you are residing in another country, we suggest you prepare. There is no running from it, the sick are on the loose, and some don’t even know they’re sick. We are very sorry about this enourmous tradegy. It is something we never expected. The world now has no leaders, as there is no country, no people. Only monsters and survivors. Hide your families, protect them, for as long as you can. Enjoy your last moments with your families and whatever you do, do not leave your safe spot. It was na honor to serve this beautiful, free country. Until the next life, my people.”
And the screen went black. You weren’t in the US, you currently resided in the Nothern Island in UK, but judging by the time it took for the sickness to take over America, you guessed it wouldn’t be that much of a stretch until it arrived in Englang too. You had no family. An orphan. So, you packed what you could and headed to the docks, where you got in a exportation boat (unseen, unheard, unpaid, illegaly) and took off to Germany.
Present.
When you first arrived in Germany, plans were already being made to spread safe houses (more like buildings) and training to at least, survive a little longer. Funny isn’t it? The world has no cure, no hope. But we, human, cling to life as if it was meaningful at this point. But then, you met Ashley. She was on a work trip in Germany and got caught up in this mess that was the world now. No, you didn’t fall for her. You soon figured out. Platonic soulmates, almost like one brain was divided in two heads, two bodies. She was your best friend.
“What if they’re dead?” her voice cracking as she spoke.
“Look, I know it’s impossible not to think like that. I don’t think I could ever understand what you’re thinking, but from what I know about you and what you tell me about them, I don’t think Olsens can be taken down so easily.” you say, earning a soft chuckle from your friend.
“I hope you’re right. Now, enough sappy words and unshead tears.” she said, taking a deep breath before putting her arm out “Let’s go, we have training...Soldat.” she finished teasingly.
“Watch it, Olsen, it’s Captain.” you responded laughing.
In the five years you’ve been in the German Secured Facility, people were never able to find a cure. They’re still trying, of course, but with no luck. That wasn’t your job, however. You were Captain Kingsleigh, in charge of the squad that Ashley was in. Which was also curious, considerind how small and skinny Ashley seems to be. Surprisingly, the bitch kicks ass.
You and Ashley walked to the training room, which, in all honesty, was more like a enourmous gym, divided between the regular equipments and the room and weapons necessary for...killing...zombies. It still feels weird for you to think about how things changed. Freaking zombies, what the fuck.
“All units to the gates. Mission: Large Rescue.”
It's what you read on your pager. What the hell? Large Rescue? From all you heard, that's not even a command. Especially since there hasn't been a word around about survivors out there. Most were like you. In very big facilities, either trying to find a cure, or fighting these things to help gain time. Basically, trying not to die or become a blood-sucking-human-flesh-eating bastard.
“Hey, did you get paged?” you asked your friend.
“Yeah, by the way, what do they mean with ‘Large Rescue'?” answered Ashley, just as confused as you.
“No idea. I guess we're both going to find out.”
You walked down the metal stairs, and reaching the gates you were met with the Director of Combat, Rudá Roth, a ginger born in Germany, his mother was a native brazilian and named him after a god of love who incited longing in the hearts of men. Pretty badass.
“What’s going on, Director?” you asked.
“Captain Kingsleigh, there's a group of survivors. Apperently, they were in Los Angeles when the first wave of bastards hit, the ones that escaped on boats that were hanging on the shore are here now. They've been living in the sea, but with no more food around, they had to find land, they sailed with no direction and no idea where they were going, not to mention, nobody was experienced in long ass sailing trips with zombies at their heels.” he said and you frowned.
“They sailed all the way over here?” you asked “For how long?”
Rudá looked at you with worry and resolve.
“4 years.” he said in a serious tone.
Holy. Shit. Four years sailing just to have a chance at one more breath. You inhaled sharply, and let it out. You looked at Ashley behind you, and remembered how much she missed her family. Well, her sister used to live in Los Angeles didn't she? You were never one for gods or prayers, but right now, you prayed your friend could have a bit of happiness in this place. You prayed she could find at least a little piece of her family. So, with that in mind, you looked at your Director.
“Let’s get these people and slice some heads on the way.” You said. “SOLDIERS!” you shouted at the men, who responded eagerly ‘YES, CAPTAIN’ and you smirked “Let’s kill some dead fuckers.” you finished and they cheered.
The rescue took place not far from the facility, it was an easy ride, you and your special squad got in one of the vans and went ahead, while the rest of the soldiers rode behind in two other vans. You arrived at the docks where the people were hiding and trying to protect themselves in the containers, while a considerably large number of the sick surrounded them, banging on the rusted metal, which would not hold much longer.
Sprinting into action, you shouted at your squad “Eliminate as much of the sick as you can, the safety of the people is the priority.” you barely heard a ‘Yes Captain’ on the background, before your friend got in your sight right beside you.
“Don't sprint like that, asshole, you and I do this together, remember?” scolded Ashley in a fake angry tone.
You chuckled “Aye aye, soldat”
You took your blades from the back of your uniform, while Ashley grabbed her two (very stylish, may be added) pistols, and you both ran into action. Now, fighting zombies with guns never really sat well with you. What the hell are you gonna shoot that's not already dead? Cut it. Rip the damn thing apart. Gross, but very eficient. Although, guns did work, you had your love for your pair of katanas. It took a lot of hard ass work, but you managed to learn the skill.
You were about tem heads down, now. Ashley also did a number on them. While the others take care of the ones further apart, you called out to your friend.
“Ashley, come over here and help me open this door, it's a chain of containers, if we manage to open this one, all the people come out through the same place and it's faster.” you finished and your friend ran to you while you started to pull on the door. But even rusted, the chains wouldn't budge. “Hold on.” you said and you both backed up for a second.
You grabbed a broken metal bar that was around and seemed heavy enough to do the job. You brought the bar down with as much force as you could, and the impact made the chains break. Ashley opened the door and directed the people to the trucks arriving behind the vans.
You felt your friend freeze beside you looked at her. She looked like she had seen a ghost, pale and with wide eyes. That was until those same wide eyes became watery, staring inside the container, where stood a very skinny, green-eyed woman who resembled Ashley's appereance in a beautiful contrast. That was until the woman passed out right in front of you and Ashley screamed.
not sure if anyone remembers this but ive been through a lot since posting it and now im thinking of getting back to it, if anyones still interested in reading it ofc
Summary: Wanda can't help it, you in your Armed Forces uniform is simply irresistible. | Request
Words: 1.637k
Warnings: (+18), bottom Wanda's kinda of a brat, clothed sex, teasing, explicit content, semi public, fingering, praising, established relationship; strap on use; dirty talk.
Blurb Collection
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Wanda was having a hard time keeping her hands to herself.
You were in front of the mirror, finishing the last buttons of your shirt for the Captain America shield ceremony. Steve left it for Sam, but he was going to give it back to the government. Even though you didn't agree, and even though you were stressed about the loss of your friend and teammate, and the way Bucky refused to talk about it, here you were. Wearing your retired Armed Forces uniform to accompany the Falcon to the parliament.
Your fiancée, had just woken up by the sound of the shower. Wanda sat up in bed, watching you intently, and you smiled as you noticed from the reflection in the mirror.
"Hey, baby, good morning." You spoke turning around, finishing the last button.
"Good morning." She spoke in a half husky voice. "You're leaving already?"
You checked your watch. "Um, I still have a few minutes. We can have coffee together."
Wanda just nodded, her gaze moving down your body, appreciating the way the uniform drew your curves. You were a little distracted, and sat down on the bed to put on your shoes.
With your shoes on, you got up again, looking for a tie.
While you were working on the knot, Wanda lazily got out of bed. You smiled as she walked past you, loosening the tie to slap her on the ass, which caused her to giggle shyly.
She went to brush her teeth in the en suite bathroom, and you finished fixing your shirt and tie, turning to check that the suit hanging in the closet didn't have any marks on it.
Wanda finished using the bathroom and leaned on the doorstep, looking at you. "Put it on." She asked and you raised an eyebrow.
"I shouldn't risk getting it dirty with breakfast." You reason confusedly. Wanda bites her lips.
"Please?"
You let out a confused giggle, but grabbed your suit jacket and put it on. With the uniform complete, Wanda sighed and you understood. "Baby, are you turned on right now?"
Wanda blushed hard, sinking her face in both hands. You smiled approaching and pulled her wrists gently so she could look at you.
"Hey, no need to be embarrassed about it." You assured sweetly, and she entwined her arms around your shoulders as your hands firmed around her waist. You pecked your lips, and she relaxed, smiling.
"You said you had a few minutes?" She asked intentionally, and you were already lowering your hands down, murmuring in agreement. Her body shivered in anticipation, your fingers slowly pulling up her nightgown as you brought your mouths together again, kissing her with passion.
She gasped against your mouth, feeling your tongue entwine with hers.
But a honking noise outside made you break the kiss with a dissatisfied grumble.
"Sam's early." You commented, loosening the fabric back around her body and moving your hands up to her waist again. Wanda complained with a frustrated groan, but you kissed her one last time before pulling away completely. "We'll have time for that when we get back honey."
"I wanted to now." She mumbled in a low voice, making you laugh.
"Let me greet our friend downstairs, love." You speak as you move closer to kiss her cheek. And you don't pull away, warning in her ear in a whisper, "And don't you dare play alone in the shower."
Wanda pressed her thighs together, biting her lips before nodding obediently. You smiled and left the room.
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Official government events were even more unbearable than the Stark parties used to be.
Wanda was bored, a glass of expensive champagne while she waited for you to finish greeting some officers from your time in service across the room.
What good was it that you were irresistible in uniform and she couldn't touch you?
It was so unfair.
"How much longer is this going to take?" Wanda asked you in thought, and it took a second for you to meet her gaze across the room.
You took a sip from your glass, pretending to be paying attention to Captain James Rhodes' words, when in fact you were paying close attention to Wanda, and her red dress and matching lipstick. Stunning would not be a sufficient adjective to describe her.
"Why, dear? Are you feeling well?" You asked mentally. Wanda mimicked your gesture from earlier, and took a long sip.
"I'm fine, but I'd be better with your tongue inside me." She stated, and you choked on your drink softly, causing her to smile across the room. Rhodes looked at you curiously, but didn't notice the interaction.
He went back to talking about the effects of having the vibranium shield displayed as a relic, and you pretended to care.
Attentive to your surroundings, and the way that the vast majority of the officers and journalists present, as well as the party guests are trying to get a closer look at the shield, you waited for the best opportunity for the conversation to be interrupted.
"Excuse me, gentlemen, I need to give my fiancée some attention." You warned before walking.
But you didn't go toward Wanda, who was looking at you intently. You went into the hallway, mentally warning her, "Third door on the right, dear."
Wanda left her glass of wine with the first waiter she encountered, and went the same way as you the next second.
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Wanda barely had time to find the right room before she felt your lips against hers, kissing her hungrily.
Not that she was complaining.
Your hands pushed her against the door you closed behind her, and she gasped, matching the kiss just as intensely, sliding her hands down your shoulders, enjoying the design of the suit against you.
"You tease too much, baby." You commented against her lips as you stopped for breath, your hands finding their way around her corners, reaching down to pull her dress up.
"It's your fault for being irresistible in that uniform, darling." She returns, quivering under your touch.
Your fingers find their way to her panties, and you feel the wetness over the fabric, murmuring in satisfaction as Wanda gasps, looking at you pleadingly.
"I need you to be quiet, or they'll know what we're doing baby." You warn, teasing her clit over the thin fabric, and Wanda bites her lips hard, but holds your gaze and you tilt your head with a mischievous smile.
Pushing the fabric aside, you sink your fingers into her without warning, and she chokes. You feel your own body vibrate with arousal as you feel her so wet and slick, boiling against your fingerprints.
"Fuck, you're always so tight." You whisper against her lips, and Wanda whimpers as she feels you repeat the motion of slowly moving in and out of her pussy, the sound of her wetness echoing softly between you.
She digs her nails into your shoulder, throwing her head back as you fill her whole, your palm pressing against her swollen clit, and you don't miss the opportunity to advance your mouth against her neck.
She becomes a mess of hoarse moans within minutes. When you increase the speed, she cannot control the sounds, and you raise your hand to cover her mouth.
Wanda stares at you with dark eyes, panting against your hand that muffles her sounds, and you feel your own breath hitch as you feel it clench against your fingers.
You begin to fuck her hard and fast, and her legs begin to weaken. Wanda closes her eyes tightly, her pussy clenching to nothing trying to bring you back every time you remove your fingers, and you moan softly, feeling your own intimacy soaked with the sensation.
"Are you gonna cum, baby?" You question as you feel her tightening, also noting the whimpering mess she has become, forcing her hips against your hand for more friction. Wanda nodded weakly, her eyes closed, moaning against your hand. "Come for me, make a mess on my fingers."
She comes with a muffled squeal through your skin, dripping against your palm. You pull your hand away from her mouth to steady her against you and Wanda tries to normalize her breathing, her face against your neck.
"Please take me home." She whispers panting, her lip playing with the lobe of your ear, making you close your eyes for a second. "We're not done yet."
"Your wish is my command, madam."
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A few hours later, you had Wanda mounted on your lap, riding your strap with her eyes closed, moaning open-mouthed as you controlled her movements by holding her tightly by the waist.
Her dress crumpled down, her breasts swayed in the air with the coordinated movements of her hips. You were still in uniform but all the buttons on your shirt were open.
"Oh, fuck." Wanda painted on top of you. She looked so fucking magnificent, fucking herself on top of you. You could see her wetness against your fake cock, the sound of friction echoing through the room along with the delicious moans she let out. "I'm gonna...fuck..."
You increased speed and Wanda threw her head back, seeking your height. "Go on baby, cum on my cock."
She did, and what a magnificent sight she was clenching against your fake cock, a loud moan coming out of her throat.
as all her cum dripped down her thighs and soaked your uniform.
You let out a pleased giggle, as she tried to normalize her breathing on top of you.
"Looks like I'll need to take this off for laundering." You comment on the new stain on your clothes, and Wanda lets out a breathless giggle.
But when she starts moving against you again, her lips finding her way to yours, you think that can wait.
Request: sorority!bottom!wanda would be delightful 👀
Warnings: Smut (18+), Oral (Wanda receiving), dirty talk, top!reader, bottom!wanda, fem!reader, fingering, let me know if I missed any
Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader
A/N: I am deeming this part of the sorority AU and canon to it so yeah ur welcome LMAO
One of the first things you learned about Wanda was that she wasn’t originally from the states. When she felt comfortable, she would talk about her life in Sokovia. How difficult it was for her and her family. Fortunately, her father was able to get a job in the states, giving Wanda and her twin brother a second chance when it came to the education system. Her brother, Pietro, decided to go into engineering whilst Wanda went into college as a Biology major and a linguistics minor.
Pairing: Bottom!Natasha Romanoff x Top!Reader (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)
->Villain!Reader
AN: Head full with unholy, and only unholy, thoughts.
Summary: Captured, bounded, and powerless, Natasha is at your complete mercy, and you intend to enjoy every second of it.
Warnings: 18+, Smut, porn with no plot, fingering, strap on use, restraints (e.g ropes) (let me know if I need to add more)
It was a sight to behold: Natasha Romanoff, infamous Black Widow, top agent of SHIELD, and co-leader of the Avengers, bounded and powerless before you, dark red hair messily covering her face as she glared up at you.
When you had set out that morning to capture an Avenger as hostage, you had never expected to capture Natasha Romanoff herself, but now that she was here, you weren’t going to complain and waste the valuable time you could have with her before her team finds her. You might’ve as well have some fun.
Using a careful hand, you gently lifted the Russian’s head up to the light, letting most of her red locks fall away from her face and brushing away the ones that didn't.
You took in the fury in the assassin's beautiful green eyes, letting your gaze slowly travel down to her seductive full lips, stained red with the wine she had been drinking just hours ago and turned downwards into a scowl.
Her breathing was heavy and uneven, chest rising up and down without rhythm, drawing your eyes further down to where her dress began dipping dangerously low, revealing the beginnings of the lacy bra she was wearing underneath.
With great effort, you forced your gaze back up, finding the redhead still glowering at you.
With mild amusement, you bit back a smirk.
"Hello there, Natasha." You purred, moving your hand back from its hold on her chin to cup her jaw, "Why the long face? You're looking very upset. Don't tell me you aren't happy to see me." You mockingly pouted, batting your lashes innocently, knowing damn well that your eyes would still hold their mischievous glint even as you did. The immediate tightening of the Russian's jaw tugged a smile on the corners of your lips.
"I'm sorry to have to disappoint then.” The redhead responded coolly, making you tilt your head, unable to help the small smile that inevitably made its way across your face. “ Why the hell did you take me here?”
"Ohhh, you wound me with that first comment.” You clutched at your heart, "Stone cold Natasha. Stone cold. And what happened to formalities? It’s always why did you kidnapped me, (Y/N)? And never, “ Thank you for kidnapping me, (Y/N).”
Natasha eyed you unimpressively, gesturing with her eyes to the abandoned warehouse and her tied up self. "Maybe I would be more conversational if I wasn't currently being held captive by some criminal mastermind wannabe." She retorted with ease.
You pondered for a second, an amusing thought passing you, "Criminal mastermind wannabe, huh? I'm not sure about that." Leaning forward conspiringly, you hovered inches away from the assassin's ear, like you were about to tell her a secret, " You see, Natasha, the only thing I wannabe is between your legs and under your sheets."
Her reaction was instantaneous.
Natasha reared her head back immediately, eyes comically wide in protest as all pretense of guard dropped, "What are you- that-that would never-"
"Happen?" You finished for the sputtering Avenger, "Because, if I recall correctly, it already has-once before actually." Fleeting images of a moaning Natasha under you, legs splayed wide for your viewing flashed in your mind, “You ask why I took you, maybe it’s because I want to relive that experience.” You husked out. The lie was simple but it did it job, Natasha flushing red.
"That one time was a mistake!" She hissed.
You leaned closer to the assassin, close enough so that her breath could be faintly felt on your face, hovering your lips just millimeters from hers, "Mistakes are meant to be learnt from. Once..." You grazed your lips against hers, "Twice... well, people can make the same mistake twice right?"
"It.was.a.one.time.mistake." The redhead gritted out.
Ignoring her, you teasingly delivered a soft kiss her jaw, feeling the redhead struggle to not melt under the soft touch. You waited for her to tell you to stop, but she didn't so you moved your lips to her neck next, dancing your tongue across her skin. Finding a particularly sensitive spot, you lightly sucked, letting your teeth graze it with just enough pressure to draw a sharp intake of breath from the assassin.
"(Y/N)..." She stuttered out, trying to sound assertive, but voice already shakey.
With one hand still on her face, you moved the other one to Natasha's thigh. Letting it slowly drag its way up the length of her leg, up and up and up and under the hem of her dress.
Too distracted with your mouth on her neck, Natasha didn't notice your wandering hand until the knuckle of your middle finger brushed against the clothed clit of her core, making her gasp in surprise.
You pressed your knuckle more firmly against the warmth, dragging it up and down the thin fabric that separated you from the most intimate part of Natasha. With each rub, you felt the imprint of her lower lips become more distinct as her panties began to soak through. Using two knuckles, you roughly jerked up, slipping on the wetness of Natasha's underwear and glazing over Natasha's clit, a beautiful moan from the redhead rewarding you.
Deciding that the panties were too inconvenient, you pushed the now drenched fabric to the side with ease, and let the tips of your pointer and middle finger run teasingly through the folds of her Natasha's pussy instead as you continued your attention to her neck, lips now bordering her chest. It took only a few seconds before the feeling of Natasha's lips were no longer enough, and you entered the first finger into the Russian's tight hole.
She was so wet, her pussy accepted your finger with ease, swallowing it and sending a blissful moan out of Natasha, her cunt already begging for a second finger to enter as her juices made everything impossibly slippery.
In seconds, two fingers were pounding into Natasha, creating loud, rough, and humiliatingly wet sounds joined only by the moans of the redhead as they echoed off the walls of the abandoned warehouse you were both in.
As Natasha rocked towards the thrust of your fingers, any reservation of what was happening long gone, she became increasingly aware of her restraints: of her tied legs and hands, the binding making everything less intense as it restricted her movements as well as yours.
Noticing the redhead's increasing discontent, even as she groaned in approval with each deep thrust of your fingers, you pulled a knife out from you pocket with the hand not currently pounding into the Russian's pussy and cut the bindings around her legs.
Now able to stand and move, Natasha spread herself wider for you, escape not even crossing her mind, instead her only thought of assisting you in reaching more deeply and roughly inside her.
With each plunging of your fingers into her, Natasha found herself climbing higher and higher towards her climax, her breathing turning more and more frantic as she rocked with the movements of your wrist.
But just as she felt the beginning of her crash approaching, your phone suddenly rang, and you stopped your movements almost immediately.
Wrists still bounded, and body trapped between you and the chair she sat on, Natasha could only whimper as you retracted your fingers, her wall suddenly only clenching around air.
“Hello?” You greeted into the phone, sounding just as annoyed as Natasha felt, but a smile replaced the frown on your face quickly, “Who? Oh, hahaha. It’s great to finally reach you. Only took you guys this long to notice.”
Still on the phone, you moved off of Natasha, and the redhead, thinking you were going to leave her close and stranded, let out a small whimper. But you proved her wrong, instead pulling her up with you, her wrists still bounded together.
Confused, Natasha watched as you fumbled with the belt of you pants, only understanding when the pants fell down to your knees and revealed the toy you had been hiding.
Taking a seat on the chair the redhead was sitting on moment before, the surface shiny with juices of the Russian, you motioned for the woman to sit on you, your free hand erecting the large strap tied to your waist.
As Natasha obliged, you aligned the tip into her core as she could not with her hands tied behind her back, and without a warning, pulled her down, filling her up completely.
A low and throaty moan reverberated through Natasha as she stretched blissfully around the thick strap, and you smiled wickedly up at the women, watching her eyes screw shut with her head thrown back. Moving the phone away from your ear, you leaned closer to the redhead to kiss her neck, sucking and marking her, guiding her up and down the length of the fake cock.
You could see her strain against the rope holding her, the urge to pull you closer strong, but prevented by the constraints.
Pitying her, you traveled your hand down to her clit, rubbing it as Natasha rode the cock herself. Her moans got louder and louder with each slap of skin against skin.
Realizing that the person on the other line of the phone would hear her, you forced the Natasha to stop. There were actual tears of frustration in her eyes from being edged for the second time. Holding her hips still, you only slowly grind while still inside her.
“As much as I love hearing you, Natasha you might want to be a little less loud. I’m on the phone with your team right now, and I’m not one to judge, but I’m sure you don’t want them to hear you. Afterall, I’m all for mistakes,” You pulled the strap half way out from Natasha, “But fucking the enemy?” You snapped your hips back forcefully, a straggled moan barely hidden by the hand over Natasha’s mouth, “Well that would be a pretty big mistake. But then again,” You pulled out of her again, this time so that you could see the tip of the strap, “that’s only if they find out.” You slammed deeply into her, listening to her organismic scream as she came for the first time, “My mistake.”
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An: I can’t tell if this is good or if I’m just horny and/or sleepy
