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Dark Red

Pairings: Super Soldier!Wanda Maximoff x Hydra!Female Reader

Word count: 5.5k

Tags | Warnings: +18, bad writing, smut, smol fluff, big fat ANGST, Wanda has a penis, top!Wanda, bottom!reader, memories of r4p3 (r), fingering (r receiving), breeding, riding 'til the bed breaks

Author's Note: My first Wanda fic! <3 the title is kind of inspired by the song of Steve Lacy, Dark Red. Happy holidays to all! Request

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She slid out of you that made you whimper at the feeling of being empty. She then reached your face, her fingers caressing your cheeks. Her lips parted as she removed the strands of your hair out of your face. Her gaze drops back to yours, her eyes searching yours for something she can't quite name.

"Wanda…stop looking at me like that." Your whispered, your breath hot against her skin.

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"Stop it!"

You roared, your voice echoing through the sterile, cold lab as you watched her strapped up body in the chair. Her muscles strained against the unyielding leather restraints, her hooked up body in the machines shaking with rage. Wanda's face was contorted in pain, veins bulging beneath her skin as the incomplete experiment wreaked havoc on her body.

She has been screaming for 4 minutes now. And all you were able to do is watch.

You are the lead scientist in this Super Soldier Project of HYDRA. The brilliant scientist who doesn't see you as a person, only as a specimen to be poked and prodded since you are the only woman in this man's world. Well, you've had enough.

"Prekrati eto seychas!" (Stop now!)

As you stood there, chest heaving with barely contained anger, the men in the lab finally took notice. They turned to face you, a collective realization dawning on their faces. This was the first time they had ever seen you truly angry. The whirring of machinery slowed to a stop, the hum of equipment faded away. The lab, once a symphony of scientific exploration, fell silent.

It took your full-blown rage for them to finally listen, to heed your words.

"Get out," you said, your voice low and steady, belying the fury raging inside you. "All of you. I'll continue this done alone. You've had your chance to work with me as an equal, and you've squandered it with your arrogance and disregard."

"Do not touch her," was the last thing you said before all the doctors flew out of the lab.

You for sure will receive a handful and punishment from Strucker after all this.

When you saw that they're entirely gone you slowly and nervously approached Wanda, your heart heavy with the sight before you. Her chest heaved with labored breaths, her eyes clenched shut as she struggled to cope with the lingering pain from the experiment. You reached out, placing a gentle hand on her chest, feeling the rapid rhythm of her heartbeat. As your hand made contact with her chest, Her eyes flew open, she thrashed against her restraints, struggling to break free.

"Get...away...from...me…" she spat, each word punctuated by the violent jerking of her limbs against the unyielding restraints. You recoiled immediately, your heart clenching at the sight of her so enraged and helpless.

You're not scared of her.

As your fingers grazed her bare skin to begin unstrapping her, Wanda's power surged. In an instant, you found yourself pinned against the cold laboratory wall, her hand clasped around your throat. Her eyes blazed with an otherworldly crimson light, her breath coming in ragged pants.

You tapped weakly at the iron grip around your neck, gasping for breath. Your feet dangled helplessly above the ground as Wanda's unbridled power held you captive. Her face was inches from yours, her expression wild and unrecognizable.

"Wanda..." you choked out. Your words seemed to pierce through the fog of her rage. Her eyes flickered back to their normal hue, the crimson receding as if a switch had been flipped. She immediately released her grip, horror flashing across her face as she stepped back and turned around.

You rubbed at your sore throat, coughing slightly as you quickly and limply shuffled to the nearby tray. Seizing the injection, you dashed back to Wanda who had no idea what was happening and plunged the needle into her neck—in the blink of an eye she slumped unconscious in the ground in front of you.

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Wanda's eyes flutter open to an unfamiliar room, the dim light casting long shadows that dance on the walls. She's not strapped to a chair, but instead, lies in a soft warm bed. The space is tiny, cozy even, unlike the cold, sterile lab that's been her waking nightmare. Her senses remain dulled compared to the hyperawareness drilled into her by HYDRA's conditioning. The strange room, so unlike the lab's familiarity, it failed to provoke alarm on her; instead, she finds a peculiar sense of security in its unfamiliarity.

As Wanda slowly sits up, her muscles protest with stiffness and soreness. She winces at the pain but manages to push through it, her eyes darting around the small room.

You enter the room, pausing momentarily as you register Wanda's awake and upright position. As you slowly walk towards her, your eyes flicker to Wanda's hands. Her fingertips bear the faintest glow of red magic, swirling gently. It's a sign—a sign that she's alert, that her powers are active.

She could kill you.

You're painfully aware that with a single snap of her fingers, she could incinerate you where you stand. No Compound, no machines, no backup—just you and your words against an enraged witch.

"Hey, easy there," you say softly, moving closer to the bed with measured steps, as if approaching a startled animal.

Wanda's voice carries an edge, a threatening undertone, "Where am I?"

You glance at Wanda's hands, wishing the red magic would fade away. But you keep your focus on her, offering her reassurance although your shaky voice was so evident. "You're…in my place, Wanda. You're safe here. No one will hurt you."

Wanda stands abruptly, towering over you with her immense height. "No one will hurt me?" She smirked, "But you're here," she suddenly growled, anger flashing in her eyes.

"Wanda…I am not going to hurt you," you stammer, backing away slowly. Your heart pounds in your chest but you force your voice to remain steady.

"Then why am I here, doctor?" Wanda demands, her voice dropping dangerously low with her thick accent. Her red eyes narrow and she tilts her head ever so slightly, as if daring you to give an answer she won't like. "In your room?" She smirks slightly.

Your breath catches as Wanda looms mere inches away, her imposing figure blocking any escape route. To avoid her penetrating gaze, your eyes flicker sideways and land down on her hands. The crimson magic swirls hypnotically, a vivid reminder of the power she wields from the serum you made together with the mind stone.

"You're...you're free to go," you say in a small voice.

Wanda scoffs, a humorless sound that's more menacing than any shout. "Free?" she echoes, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm free?" She leans in closer, her face inches from yours. "After everything they've done? After everything you've done?"

You squeeze your eyes shut tightly, trembling as Wanda's face hovers mere inches from your cheek. Her breath, hot and agitated, ghosts across your skin. The scent of ozone and something darker, more primal, fills your nostrils. You brace yourself, knowing that the slightest wrong move could spell your doom.

"You could've done it sooner," Wanda hisses, her voice barely containing fury. She pushes away from you, turning her back as she takes a step away. The tension in your shoulders eases slightly, the knot in your throat growing tighter. "But instead," she says, her voice cold and hard, "you stood there and watched. You did nothing."

"Because that's the only thing you do, doctor," Wanda says, her tone dripping with venom. She stretches her neck sideways, the sound of cracking bones echoing through the room as she massages her muscles. "You watch, you observe, you record. You never intervene, never question, never help."

"Tell me, Doctor, how many lives could you have saved by acting instead of…watching?" She counts on her fingers mockingly. "One. Two. A dozen? More?"

"If you wanna stay here you can stay." Before she could even reply, you turn and rush out of the room, not daring to look back. The tears you've been holding back finally break free, streaming down your cheeks as you flee the room.

The echoes of Wanda's words still ringing in your ears. She was right, every cruel word. You did nothing. You could have saved lives or helped her escape sooner...but you didn't.

You've made wrong decisions before, joining HYDRA included. But this...this is different. This time, you're choosing to walk away to assert your own will. For once, you're not a puppet—you're not following orders from Strucker or HYDRA even if you know the cost will be your own life.

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You didn't expect anything from Wanda, not after everything you had put her through as part of a HYDRA operative. You knew that you had hurt her, and that there was no way to repair the damage. But at the same time, you wanted her to be free from HYDRA and everything that had happened to her. So you offered her your home, hoping that it would give her some measure of safety and independence.

The tension between you and Wanda was gone as the day went by, you don't see each other after your last encounter with her. You almost thought she had left your home, but when the food you leave on the counter as well as your food stocks are gone every morning, you know she's still staying, so you try to avoid her as much as possible. But you knew that this couldn't go on forever. Something needed to change and you weren't sure how to broach the subject like there was a wall between you that neither of you could break through.

One morning, you woke up and noticed that the food you had left for Wanda was still untouched. Something felt off, but you knew she was gone.

As far as you were concerned, she was free now. She could do whatever she wanted and you wouldn't stop her. In fact, you hoped that she would make a life for herself, one that was free from the shadows of HYDRA and all its secrets.

You entered her your room hesitantly, half hoping that she would still be there. But as soon as you looked around, the room was left exactly the same, she might have left in the middle of the night, leaving no trace behind.

All that remained in the room was her scent—an intoxicating fragrance that reminded you of her.

You covered the windows, making sure that no one could see in or out, securing it as best as you could. You knew that HYDRA was looking for you, and you didn't know how much time you had before they find you.

The night had finally arrived, you shut every door and locked it, trying to feel comfortable despite the anxiety building inside of you. You also had made sure to disconnect all signals from your apartment, knowing that HYDRA had ways of tracking you even with them.

You took the syringe that you had hidden and made with a serum that could make someone meet whoever entity they were praying upon—it is the only defense you had against anyone. You placed it on your bedside table before getting into bed and settling in. You knew how dangerous it would be if they found you, but you had to be prepared for the worst-case scenario. As you closed your eyes, you tried to push away the fear and doubt that was creeping in.

You lay in bed, tossing and turning as the anxiety and adrenaline raced through your body. You were getting sweaty and restless, unable to sleep no matter how hard you tried to relax. The thought of HYDRA finding you loomed in your mind, keeping you up and alert and where Wanda might be. But you decided to shake away the thoughts of her, with that serum coursing through her veins? She can protect herself more than you. You tried to take deep breaths and tell yourself that everything would be okay, but the feeling of fear and helplessness was too much.

The familiar, unwanted urge rises again. Your hands shake slightly as they move down your legs, the sensation both comforting and torturous. You take a deep, shaky breath, trying to push away the guilt and shame that always follows. This is your secret, your dirty little habit—a coping mechanism born from years of trauma and manipulation. You bite your lip hard, your touch is feather-light, gentle but insistent as you try to distract yourself from the swirling thoughts. You move in slowly gathering your wetness, deliberate circles, breathing deeply to keep from making any noise.

As your fingers begin to move more purposefully on your clit, a small whimper escapes your throat. You clamp your hand over your mouth, biting down hard on your knuckles to muffle any further sounds.

"Oh fuck…"

Still lost in trying to reach your high, you continue touching yourself, unaware of the threat lurking in the shadows. Your breathing becomes heavier as your fingers move faster. The intruder moves closer, their steps silent but deliberate.

Their smirk grows wider as they watch you struggle, your face scrunched up in concentration at the same time trying a hard time not to fall asleep as you try to reach that elusive peak and they can sense your desperation. Before you could even reach your high, you already fell in slumber.

"Bednaya devochka," (Poor girl) they whispered, "Touching yourself just to fall asleep, you're such a slut."

Your hands are still resting on the damp fabric of your pajamas, the evidence of your frustration still visible. The unknown figure approaches slowly, carefully removing a strand of hair from your face. Their touch is light, almost ghostly against your skin.

They gently lift your hands from your pajamas, examining your pointy finger that you had used…noting the slight trembling and the wetness from your own pussy.

"You don't even know how to touch yourself, you really always need someone else to do it for you? Hm?"

They sucked your finger into their mouth, licking and sucking all the juices off it. Their eyes remain fixed on your sleeping form, a look of tender cruelty on their face. They moan softly at the taste, "Such a sweet little thing…"

When they finally pull your finger free, they reach out and pull the blankets up to your chin, tucking you in tightly.

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You woke up with the sight of red wisps of magic trailing from your bedside to the window. You quickly but silently got out of bed and followed the trail of magic, looking out the window to see what was on the other side but there's no one and there is only one person you know that can cast that red magic.

Wanda.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you were suddenly grabbed from behind. A strong hand clamped over your mouth, smothering any sound you might make.

"Stay still, don't make any noise. Strucker has been in your home."

You squeaked in surprise as Wanda suddenly grabbed you and threw you over her shoulders in a fireman's carry. Your mind was still reeling from the shock, and the sudden change in position left you feeling even more disoriented. You clenched your jaw, fighting the urge to cry out and attract attention.

"Stay quiet, we have to move quickly."

Wanda jumped out the window, landing cleanly on her feet before breaking into a sprint towards the nearby forest. You held on tight to her as she carried you, the wind whipping through your hair as she ran, you watched your apartment disappear from your sight. The terrain was rough and uneven, but Wanda navigated it effortlessly, weaving through trees and bushes without missing a beat.

In spite of the fact that she was carrying you, Wanda's pace was relentless and fast, her legs pumping harder with each stride. It was clear that the super soldier serum coursing through her veins was giving her superhuman strength and stamina, allowing her to run for miles without tiring.

After what seemed like an eternity, Wanda finally came to a stop in a secluded clearing deep within the forest. She gently sets you down on the ground, taking a moment to catch her breath. You looked around, noting the thick foliage and the fact that you were well hidden from view.

Wanda stood above you for a moment, her eyes scanning the surroundings to ensure that you were safe. When she was satisfied, she finally said, "We're safe for now. This way leads to the borders, we can find a place to stay at night."

She started kneeling down to her foot, removing her boots. You were stunned when she took your foot and wore it on you—you didn't fight back—you cannot fight back.

"How'd you know Strucker was in my place?" you asked, staring at her as she finally stood. Your eyes ran down to her now bare feet.

"Did you make him stay?" Wanda asked back—suspiciously.

"No." You defended, your voice rising in volume before you could even catch it. You will never have Strucker into your home not when you're literally trying to escape him.

"Feels like he's making himself comfortable at your home." You just shook your head side to side, hiding the tears threatening to fall down your face.

You and Wanda continued through the forest for what seemed like hours, your legs starting to ache from the long and tiring walk. The sun is setting but finally, in the distance, you saw a small, run-down motel nestled discreetly among the trees.

You both entered the motel cautiously, glancing around the small lobby. The lobby of the motel was small and cramped. You couldn't help but notice the layer of dust that seemed to cling to every surface, giving the place a neglected and somewhat eerie feeling. There was only one person manning the front desk, a bored-looking clerk who barely glanced up as you approached.

Now, the clerk eyed you with apathy, as if silently judging your presence here.

"S voynov, idushchey seychas, vam nuzhno zaplatit' v tri raza bol'she," (With the war going on now, you have to pay three times more) the clerk said, gesturing to the rates listed on a worn-out placard on the wall.

You could sense the tension in the air as the clerk spoke, and you knew that Wanda was just one snap away from controlling the situation. But you also knew the risks that would come with exercising her abilities, and you warned her with a subtle shake of your head.

Wanda noticed your gesture and reluctantly held back, her eyes flickering towards the clerk in barely concealed anger—it's like the owner trying to tame its puppy.

The clerk watched as you pulled out some cash from your bra. You have put it there in case of emergency, as well as the extra deadly serum you have left.

However, Wanda looked equally red-faced and awkward. Her eyes grew wide seeing your bare chest skin and the lacy bra that peeked on your sleeping shirt. She quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Her eyes landed on the clerk who was staring at you with a smirk on her face. This time, Wanda couldn't help but cast red wisps on her fingers but fortunately you immediately saw it, you didn't hesitate and held her hand to stop her from doing anything.

The clerk finally broke her staring contest on your cleavage and placed a rusty key on the desk, next to which was a small slip of paper with room number 7 written on it. She slid the key and paper towards you, her expression still neutral as if she has not been trying to eye fuck you.

"Shit," you muttered under your breath as you stepped into the room and saw that it only had one bed. The room was small and dingy, the furniture worn and outdated. The wallpaper was peeling and the carpet had seen better days, the stench of old cigarette smoke still lingering in the air.

Wanda stepped in behind you, shutting the door shut behind her.

"I'll have the bed, you can have the sheets so you can sleep on the floor." You said in a neutral tone, gesturing towards the linens that lay beside it. Well, you paid for the room, so you have more rights for the comfort.

You bent down to take off Wanda's boots, setting them aside before standing up and watching as she set her bag down on the bed and went to the windows, checking to see if someone was outside.

Wanda was obviously exhausted but just as obviously didn't want to show it and that made you feel guilty. She finished checking the windows and turned to you, her expression unreadable.

"We can't stay longer here. We need to move first thing tomorrow morning. I'll take a shower, don't open the doors to anyone."

You felt Wanda's eyes on you as you sat on the bed, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of unease mixed with something else, something inexplicable. You gulped, your throat suddenly dry as you met her gaze, only to find her studying you intently before walking towards the bathroom.

You were sitting on the bed, trying to distract yourself from the sound of Wanda showering when there was a sudden knock on the door. You jumped slightly, startled by the unexpected noise. The knock came again, more insistent this time.

Your heart began to race as the knock came again, more urgently this time. "Open the door," a gruff voice said from the other side.

You looked around the room, realizing there was no peephole on the door, leaving you blind as to who was outside. You took a deep breath before opening the door slightly, revealing the clerk with a cigarette in her hand and a couple of towels folded over her other arm.

She looked you up and down, taking a drag of her cigarette before speaking. "Here. Fresh towels," she said, handing the towels to you.

Before you could even reach out to get it, the door suddenly slammed shut by red wisps of magic. You spun around to find Wanda standing behind you, her hair dripping wet and a towel wrapped tightly around her body.

She was clearly furious, her eyes narrow and nostrils flared. "Who was that?" she asked through clenched teeth.

Despite her anger, you couldn't help but fixate on her arms, which were still wet with water and revealed a muscular toned physique. You gulped at the sight and shamed yourself for looking.

"It was just the—"

"I told you not to open the door to anyone." She hissed. "Fucking puppet, you just do whatever you're told to."

"So are you." You spat before you could even think.

"I'm not a slut like you." She smirked as you walked backwards to the bed, gulping at the sight of Wanda securing the towel over her body.

"As far as I can remember it's not me who willingly signed up to be experimented on by HYDRA." You retaliate, in a low tone but enough for Wanda to hear.

"Did you like it when Strucker fucked you after you're done experimenting me?"

Wanda's harsh words pierce the air, making you freeze in shock and terror. Tears well up in your eyes as you stare at Wanda, your bottom lip trembling.

"I-I... What are you talking about? I..." You stammer, but Wanda cuts her off with a bitter laugh.

"Oh, don't play innocent," Wanda spits out, her voice laced with resentment. "Tell me, did you enjoy your little experiments? Did you enjoy being Strucker's whore while he tortured me? Did you get wet when he fucked you while I was getting tortured?"

"Did you think of him while you touched yourself last night?"

"No…" Your words are hitting too close to home, bringing back painful memories you've tried to suppress. The things Strucker did to you and made you do still haunts you, the violation leaving deep emotional scars. And Wanda's words hit a nerve, reminding you of the pain and degradation you endured at his hands.

"Don't. Just... don't. Please…I never chose to be…used."

As you cover your face, your mind is flooded with horrific flashbacks. Strucker's cold hands violating you, his cruel laughter ringing in your ears as he took piece after piece of your sanity. Each touch branded in your flesh, each degrading act carved into your soul. You can feel his hands... his hands everywhere, ruining you, breaking you down piece by piece until there was nothing left but emptiness and despair.

Strucker didn't just exploit your mind for his nefarious super soldier project; he used you on a deeply personal level, using your helpless form as an outlet for his own pleasure and sadistic urges.

And you did, you let them, you let him. You became his puppet…

So he can spare Wanda.

You did everything he asked you to, in exchange for Wanda's life. She will be experimented upon but she will not be killed after it's done or after the experiment failed on her.

"Answer me, Y/N, did you think of him?"

Your body spasms at Wanda's agonizing question, a choked sob escaping your lips. The accusation burns like acid through your veins.

"N-no!" you choked desperately, shaking your head in denial.

"Tell me, did you? Did you think of him while you fucked yourself last night? Huh?!"

"No!"

"Who did you think of?" she asks again, her tone now sickly calming…

"You." The word tumbled from your trembling lips, eyeing her intently.

A tear fell down your cheek as Wanda surges forward, her hands gripping your face roughly as she crashes her lips against yours. It's a bruising, almost violent kiss, fueled by pent-up emotions and desperation and frustration she had on you. Her breath is hot against your mouth as she demands access to your tongue.

"I can make you forget him," she breathes against your ear, her voice a dangerous whisper. "Every twisted moment...every sick memory he forced into your mind. I can take it all away…"

She pulls back slightly, her crimson eyes burning into yours with an intensity that's both terrifying and alluring, "Let me erase him from your mind, so all you remember is..." she pauses, her lips brushing against your ear, "me…"

The towel lies discarded on the cold floor, revealing Wanda's pale, unmarked body. You're both bare now, skin against skin, her on top of you, "Starting now…"

Wanda's fingers rake down your breasts, leaving a trail of tingling heat in their wake, "I'll overwrite every trace of him, engrave myself so deep inside you that you'll forget what reality feels like."

Her hands roam possessively over your body, mapping out every curve as if she's claiming uncharted territory. She whispers against your collarbone, "His touch... his voice...I'll replace it all with mine..." then she bites gently, marking you.

Her fingers find your center, stroking confidently, "You'll scream my name until it's the only thing you remember...until he's nothing but a forgotten nightmare." She kisses you roughly, catching your lower lip between her teeth, "And then…"

"I'll break you open again and fill you up with me."

She swallows your moans with hungry kisses, her two fingers plummeting inside you while her thumb rubbed your clit. She feels every quiver, every clench, adjusting to her touch accordingly. "So sensitive, so responsive...for me."

Wanda withdrew her fingers coated in your dripping wetness, you shuddered as she brought her fingers to her mouth. "Mmmm... you're so sweet." She savors the taste intensely, her tongue swirling around her digits.

Her face contorts with pleasure as she starts to rub her length with her slick pre-cum, her hips bucking into her own hand. You watch—mesmerized, she looks up at you through heavy lidded eyes, her breath hitching as she sees you staring. She spreads her thighs wider, giving you an unobstructed view as she continues to slick herself up.

Wanda suddenly pulls her hand away, leaving her aching cock throbbing and glistening. "Do you see what you do to me? How desperate I am to be inside you?" She reaches out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer. "Come here…"

Her breath is hot against your ear as she whispers, "Spread your legs wider... give me that dripping pussy..." She guides your hand to her cock, pressing your small fingers against it. Her voice is husky with desire. "Mount me."

She releases your wrist, her hands moving to grip your hips as she looks up at you with a fierce, intense gaze. "Ride me. Take what you need." She guides you to straddle her hips, her throbbing length pressing against your slick entrance.

"W-wanda!" You cried.

"Shhh...don't make those sounds, they're driving me crazy..." Her fingers dig into your hips, "You're so tight, so perfect... fuck, take all of me, Y/N..." She begins to slowly guide you down onto her cock.

"Did he fuck you like this?"

"No!" You cried again, while shaking your head as she bounced you on her cock, tits bouncing and pressing against her own.

"Did he even make you come? Detka?" She thrusts upward sharply as she speaks, making you gasp.

"No, Wanda! No!"

"Bednaya devochka." (Poor girl)

You hide yourself on her neck as she pounded on you. She leans in close to your ear, her breath ragged from exertion and arousal. "Say my name, Y/N. Who's claiming this pussy right now?" Her hand went to your hair forcing you to look at her.

"You, Wanda!"

Her eyes flash with triumph as she feels your body shudder and clench around her, squeezing her cock tightly. "That's it, come for me." She slams into you hard and deep, pushing you over the edge as your orgasm crashes through you. She captures your mouth in a fierce, dominating kiss, swallowing your screams of ecstasy as she continues to pound into you her thumb rubbing your clit, extending your high and making you come again and again.

A whimper escapes your lips as Wanda's cock slides out of your sensitive pussy, leaving you feeling empty and craving more. But then Wanda slammed you back onto the bed and climbed on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head.

"Wanda..."

She slammed her cock back inside you with brutal force. She starts drilling into you again, her hips pounding against yours with relentless intensity. The old bed creaks and groans beneath you, the wooden frame beginning to splinter as Wanda's super-soldier strength becomes too much for it to handle. You can feel her powerful muscles rippling beneath her skin as she continues to pound into you.

You wrapped her tightly in your embrace, and she can feel your nails raking down her back, leaving trails of burning pleasure. Your legs squeeze around her waist, pulling her impossibly deeper as she grinds her hips into yours, refusing to spare you even a moment of reprieve.

"Oh, Wanda!" You cried against her ear.

Wanda's movements become erratic, her thrusts growing wild and desperate as she chases her own climax. She buries her face in your neck, muffling her screams of ecstasy as she hits her peak. As Wanda's orgasm subsides, you can feel her loads pumping deep inside you, filling your pussy to the brim with her thick, hot cum.

"Wanda…stop looking at me like that." Your whispered, your breath hot against her skin.

"Like what?" she asked softly.

"Like I'm real…"

Wanda's heart shatters at your words, the illusion of connection and warmth shattering like glass. She pulls away from you, her expression crumbling into a mask of cold.

It all happened. You escape Wanda and bring her to the safety of your home, the two of you escaping again, her making you wear her boots, the walk in the forest. The kiss, the touch…

It all happened, before you died after being found by HYDRA.

Now, you are nothing more than a figment of HYDRA's creation, they used your last remaining memories to manipulate and control Wanda.

Wanda is back in the cold, sterile reality of the HYDRA lab, the illusion of your presence and the gentle touches fading away like a dream. She is sitting, encased in a glass with thick metal bands wrapped tightly around her body, pinning her arms to her sides.

Suddenly, a voice crackled to life that made Wanda's powers surge through her body like electricity. The metal bands creak and groan under immense pressure as Wanda's fury mounts.

"Sem" (Seven)

"Solus" (Solus)

"Pulya" (Bullet)

"Neudacha" (Failure)

"Khaos" (Chaos)

"Gore" (Grief)

"Y/N"

Wanda stands amidst the ruins of the machine, her chest heaving. The broken circuitry sparks weakly, casting eerie shadows on her battered form.

"Soldat." (Soldier) Strucker called onto Wanda, who is now standing in front of him with dead, empty eyes.

"Ya gotov otvechat." (Ready to comply)

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sgm616 · 1 day ago

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Yours is in red underlined

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Electrokinesis!Reader

Summary: Years ago, Natasha Romanoff and Y/N Y/L/N, a Red Room guard, shared a forbidden love. Y/N helped Natasha escape, but was captured and brainwashed by HYDRA, losing all memory of their love. Years later, they meet again as enemies, but Natasha still recognizes Y/N as the woman she once loved. Determined to uncover her lost memories, Natasha begins a painful fight to awaken Y/N and free her from HYDRA's influence. Will Natasha be able to rekindle the spark between her and Y/N or will theirs be forgotten hearts forever?

Warnings: dark themes, violence, torture, whipping, restraining, cutting, skin, sewing, brainwashing, blood, gore, name calling, mention of death, fainting.

Fear.

What is fear?.

“Emotional state consisting of a sense of insecurity, confusion and anxiety in the face of a real or imaginary danger or in the face of something or a fact that is or is believed to be harmful: more or less intense depending on the person and the circumstances, it takes on the character of a strong and sudden disturbance, which also manifests itself with physical reactions, when the danger comes unexpectedly, takes you by surprise or in any case appears imminent”: definition of fear

“Again”

It is a primary emotion, present since always in both the human race and the animal kingdom. Like all emotions, fear has an adaptive function, in fact it protects the individual in the face of a danger or a threat (real or imaginary) and is invaluable from the first years of life.

“You were nothing before we found you”.

We refer to fear with different terms based on its degree of intensity: Fear, Anxiety, Fear, Phobia, Panic, Terror and Horror.

Fear is the least intense form of fear and is determined when a situation promises pleasure but, at the same time, also pain: there is the perception of the possibility of losing pleasure, but one still moves towards it. In this case the threat of pain and that of pleasure are equivalent, generating a situation of conflict while waiting for some clue capable of tipping the scales to one side or the other.

Fear emerges when the context is dominated by the threat of pain or its perception: in this case one is pervaded by the desire to escape or in any case to distance oneself from the source of pain, whether real or imaginary. When the anxiety in front of a certain object, animal or event is considerable and cannot be controlled by reason, it is called phobia.

This causes a reaction that is significantly disproportionate to the situation being faced. For this reason, the subject who has phobias carefully avoids all situations that could trigger his anxiety. Therefore, his social life can be significantly affected. Examples include claustrophobia, agoraphobia, and centrophobia. When fear is at its maximum and is charged with a premonition of death, it is called panic. This is defined by Galimberti as an "acute episode of anxiety characterized by emotional tension and intolerable terror that hinders adequate organization of thought and action". The panic situation is related to claustrophobia.

Terror is the extreme form of fear, even more intense than panic, where the impulse to escape is so high that an immediate solution is sought: in this case the individual chooses to retreat inside himself. Terror is a real escape inward, so much so that the muscles can become paralyzed in an attempt to reduce the sensitivity of the organism during the presumed or real agony.

Horror is a feeling of strong fear and disgust aroused by what appears cruel and repugnant in a physical or moral sense. By extension, horror can indicate a fact, an object or a situation that arouses such a feeling.

“You will never be enough”

Many people have common fears, but you. Oh, if only I had only a few. There are so many that you probably don’t even know them all. But no fear you have ever felt can be compared to what you felt in those moments.

In the moments when you were tied to the bed, with ropes that left marks on your wrists, when they pushed your head under water and continued to do so until you passed out, when they left you in a small room without food and water for days. And the memories continue. Those memories that every day, constantly, cloud your mind, make you feel even more angry towards the people who took you. For the conditions in which they made you live. For how they changed you.

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The footsteps that echoed in the hallway, getting closer and closer to your room, were heavy, full of anger and rage. Somehow, it gave you a very clear idea of what was waiting for you.

Those same footsteps stopped right in front of your door, then slammed it open and entered that small space where you are forced to spend your few free moments.

“Get up” said the hoarse voice of the man in front of you. “You’ve done it big this time, you mutt” he approached, forcefully lifting you to your feet.

You stumbled, but the strong grip the man had on your arm prevented you from falling. The two of you walked in a direction that was now familiar to you. The red door, given by the rust that had formed on it, was getting closer and closer, and with it the consequences of his actions.

The two guards in front of the door moved when they saw you coming and opened the door, both with an evil smile plastered on their faces, knowing exactly what was about to happen to you and ready to hear the noises they would hear.

The guard who had initially escorted you now led you to the center of the room. It had no windows, the only light came from a light bulb attached to the ceiling, right above you, the stone walls almost made you feel the pain that the other test subjects and prisoners had felt and among those screams of pain, you could hear yours too.

The guard made you undress, leaving you only in your underwear. The chains that he then tied to your limbs were heavy. Those same chains that you had been attached to for hours were sometimes no longer your first thought, not even the noise of the whip with the metal tip, which dragged along the floor emitting an annoying screech. No, your only thought was whether you would actually come out alive, and if so, how much longer you would last. He circled you, stopping right in front of you and lifting your head with a knife.

“Were these not enough for you?” he asked, smiling evilly at you and tracing the scars on the sides of your mouth with the tip of the knife. “Obviously not,” he pressed against your cheek, glaring at you with hatred and causing a few drops of your blood to fall to the ground.

You still remember the pain and the satisfied face of the person who had caused them. You remember one of your attackers holding your head still while the other, without flinching, pushed the blade against your skin. You remember your eyes filling with tears and the two of them laughing at the scene. You remember your mouth filling with blood, that metallic taste that was unknown to you before, now oh so familiar. You remember being taken to a doctor who, without caring about your pain, began to sew your cheeks back together.

He spat at you, then returned to his starting position behind you.

Your back arched as the whip came into abrupt contact with your skin. Your hands gripped the chains so tight that if they had been normal, they would have broken. You could feel the skin splitting open, wounds that were now almost completely healed reopening, blood running down your back. You felt like you were on fire. The subsequent lashes were never in the same place, but each time they hit an open wound it felt like a limb was being torn from your body. You could hear the laughter of the man behind you and, unfortunately thanks to your super soldier hearing, that of the guards outside the door.

You were always taught never to grimace in pain or show signs of weakness in general. Maybe that's why you didn't cry; or maybe, more simply, because you didn't have the strength to do so. The first few times they tortured you, your screams could be heard from thousands of miles away, but now it was as if they had ripped out your vocal cords. You didn't even know what your voice sounded like anymore. Was it high-pitched, like the little girl who was kidnapped all those years ago, or hoarse, like the monster they created, or soft, like you spoke to that red-haired Russian girl you'd met all those years ago, during your time in the Red Room? You couldn't have known that.

You didn’t know if your mind went blank for the rest of the punishment or if you fainted, you just knew that you didn’t feel the last lashes. It was almost as if your body was a mannequin. You could feel the skin of the whip on your skin, but you didn’t feel any pain. But you could see, or imagine, a very well defined, but above all very familiar silhouette. That very bright red hair, those sharp green eyes, those full lips, that body, those shapes that some time ago had been your favorite.

Natalia. Your Natalia. The girl you, against your will, began training during your time in the Red Room after the unexpected death of your predecessor. The girl with whom you formed an unbreakable bond in such a short time. The girl who introduced you to that feeling that still consumes you just thinking about it.

You muttered her name under your breath, but in that dark, windowless room, the sound was amplified. And, unfortunately for you, the murmur of that name, which even now, years later, still instilled fear, was heard by your torturer. He stopped, the hand that held the whip still behind his head, ready to deliver yet another violent and painful lash. His face showed shock and disbelief, but it was quickly replaced by an expression of anger mixed with terror. He quickly dropped the whip, and quickly returned in front of you, kneeling down and forcefully cupping your face in his hands, his fingers applying pressure against the hideous scars on your cheeks.

“What the fuck did you just say, mutt?” he spat, his spit landing on your face. You closed your eyes, not wanting to look into the eyes of the man in front of you. You tried to hide your face by turning it towards the floor, but his grip was too tight. “Say that again, if you dare.”

Silence.

The small, dark, gray room was deadly silent. The only sound that could be heard was the mix of yours and his labored breathing. You looked up at the man’s eyes, but this time there was no more anger or fear on his face, replaced by a smirk.

“Did I hear that right?” he began, after you whispered the forbidden name again. “Is that the name of that cheating bitch Black Widow? The girl who made you weak? The bitch who’s the reason these scars were made on your face?” he laughed.

“Did you really think she fell in love with you, that you two had something special? Oh, honey, she just used you to escape that shithole that is the Red Room. No one could love a monster, not a murderer, not even a monster himself,” he continued.

“I’m not a monster,” you muttered, watching the man’s face harden and turn red with anger. “You made me one,” you spat in his face, smiling at his shocked face. Apart from the first few times, you had never spoken to anyone like that, too scared of the consequences. But you had nothing left to lose.

He looked at you for a few seconds and then called out to the guards outside the door. They untied you from the heavy chains and forcefully dragged you out of the small room, walking down the long corridor that smelled of death, probably from the multitude of now-deceased bodies that remained in the basement to rot.

They pushed you into another room, this time much larger and much brighter thanks to the many lights, but still without windows. You realized how heavy the consequences of your actions would be only when you saw the chair in the middle of the room, surrounded by all the other utensils.

“No no no no, please. I’ll be good, I swear. Please, I beg you. Everything but the chair” you screamed, your voice full of terror. They ignored you, without even deigning to look at you and, with a few struggles, they tied you to the seat. You started to squirm, trying in every way to free yourself from the straps, but one of the two guards, positioning himself behind the chair, held your face still while the other, after briefly heating the blade of his knife with a blowtorch, started to cut your cheeks, in the exact same spot as the original carvings.

This time, unlike before, you screamed in pain, hot tears streaming down your face and mixing with the blood, landing on your wounds and starting to burn. This went on for quite some time, the guard only stopping when a deep, raspy voice ordered him to stop and move away from your painful form. Your vision was blurry, the figure in front of you unidentifiable, but that didn’t matter. He touched your cut and bloody cheeks, pressing hard against the cuts, making you moan in pain. “Oh, how I love it when whores like you moan for me,” he muttered. He motioned for another individual to come over and position the machine above your head in the correct position. The iron was cold against your skin, which brought relief for a millisecond.

“Wipe her,” he ordered, not a shred of hesitation in his words.

“But Sir, she is too weak. She may not survive,” another voice replied, higher pitched and with an Eastern European accent, very different from your Western one

“I told you to do something, and you will do it, without question. Wipe her.”

The doctor approached the control panel of the machine, and with uncertainty, he lowered a large lever and immediately the room echoed for a second time with your cries of pain. The procedure took a long time, almost longer than usual, but it was much less precise and effective, since the last thing you thought about before giving in to the pain and passing out was the very person who put you in these conditions.

Natalia Romanova.

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Merry Christmas everyone!!! Hope everyone is having a wonderful Christmas 🎄

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Possessive!Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!Fem!Reader

Requested by anon: for the peeping kate bishop series, can you do a part where its nat’s birthday and the team decided to surprise her (without yn on their planning) so none of them knows and yn already giving nat her present which is to rail her and since the two isn’t around the compound they just barge inside nat and yn’s room but just in time for nat to come

In conclusion the whole team walked in on them and Kate got her sleeping mask ready before entering

-take a guess

18+ only, read at your own risk

Part 5 of the Peeping Kate Bishop Universe

AN: This whole time I thought 🍬 anon sent this…Anyway, whoever you are, you are a beautiful sinner and everyone needs to say thank you.

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Beefy Fics/Blurbs

18 only. Read at your own risk.

A separate masterlist for all my beef-related requests.

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Bad Familiar part 2

Pairing: Agatha harkness x Rio vidal, Rio vidal x reader, Agathario x reader Warnings: Angst, Death, Hopeful ending

part 1

Rio was confused when she was called to the backyard until she saw your lifeless body laying still on the ground. Calling your name softly she walked over to you but you didn’t respond. She dropped to her knees beside you and sobbed. She couldn’t believe this was happening. How did this happen? You were healthy… right? Her mind wanders back to all the times she’s seen you and another sob escapes her mouth. She remembers the paleness of your body. How you seemed warmer all the time. How could she miss this. With a shaky hand she reaches out. Her hand slowly sliding down your face. Her composer wavers at the coldness.

“Rio?” She hears from behind. Her eyes close at your voice and slowly she turns around. You crouch down next to her while taking her hand in yours.

“How did this happen?” She whispers as she stares at your lifeless body. You give her a sad smile before explaining.

“When Familiars are no longer needed by their witches we-we die. Sometimes it’s quick. Sometimes it takes years.” Her gaze turns to your transparent form. “It started when you found Agatha. You found something in her you never found with me. She was… different. You fell in love with her. That’s when the burning started. It's like being burned from the inside out. The more in love you were with her the sicker I got.”

“I did this?” Her voice was cracked. You wanted to comfort her to tell her she didn’t cause this but the truth was she did. “Why didn’t you ever tell me! I could have fixed this” She was shouting now. Her sadness turned to anger. She was angry at you for not saying something. She was angry at you for keeping this from her. But more importantly she was angry at herself for letting this happen.

“I couldn’t. I saw how you looked at her and I knew if I told you you would have left her. She makes you happy. Happier than I ever did. I couldn’t take that away from you.” Your hands cradle her face gently forcing her to look at you. “I love you Rio Vidal, Lady death, My witch. But now it’s my time.” She shakes her head.

“I don’t want to take you.”

“You have to. If you don’t I’ll be a ghost and I know you hate ghosts.” She laughs a bit at your words before slowly nodding. Taking your hand in hers she guides you to the after life.

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When Rio didn’t return home to Agatha like she promised Agatha went looking. Arriving at the cottage she found Rio in the backyard hunched over a grave of flowers.

“My love?” Agatha called as she came to kneel beside her. She recognized the flowers immediately. It was one she had seen you carry to Rio many times.

“She’s gone. I killed her. Our love killed her” Agatha took in a sharp breath.

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Time moves differently in the afterlife. It was hard to tell how many years had passed on the mortal plane. You weren’t sure how long you had been dead. How long it had been since Rio last visited. All you knew was that one day she came and she hasn’t been back since. You could feel her presence. Her guiding more souls here but she never came to your part.

You woke one night to the feeling of her entering. She was closer this time. You hoped she would visit but just as quickly as she entered she left. Then there was a knock on the door.

You opened it slowly and was shocked to see who was on the other side. A small boy stared up at you with tears in his eyes. His little hands trembled a bit.

“Are you y/n? My Mami said to come find you.” It was then that you noticed his features. His eyes and face looked so much like… like Rio. A whimper escapes his lips and you quickly take him into your arms.

You spent centuries taking care of Nicky. Centuries of loving him. But you knew that once Agatha died she would come for him. She would take him back. She would take another piece of your heart even if it didn’t belong to you in the first place. You knew he wasn’t yours. But sometimes you let yourself dream. Dream of what it could have been like if you and Rio had a child. But you never let the thoughts linger for long. It was selfish to be mad at Agatha. You weren’t mad at her. Even if she got everything you wanted. It wasn’t her fault.

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When Agatha finally died and came to the afterlife she found you and Nicky sitting under a tree. Him in your lap as you told him stories. He was smiling up at you with such a bright smile on his face that it made her unbeating heart leap out of her chest. She had felt guilty for years. Guilty for being the cause of your death. Guilty for everything. She had killed you and here you were looking at her son with so much love. If she could go back and do things over she would have stopped talking to Rio the second she noticed you getting sick. She would have stepped out of the picture. It was the one time Agatha had wished she would have been selfless.

“Mama! Mami!” Nicky jumps out of your arms and bolts into Agatha’s. She picks him up with ease as she holds him tightly. Rio quickly joins in the hug. You watch with a somber smile on your face as the little family embraces. Watching as Nicky asks Agatha a million questions. You stand up slowly as you watch for a few more minutes. Before you go to turn away.

They wouldn’t want you here. You didn’t want to be a burden. They were a family again. A voice stops you though.

“Stay” Rio calls to you. Her voice pleaded. Begging you to stay. You turn back around. Nicky has been sat back on the ground but he holds Agatha’s hands. His eyes are on you. “Please, my love. Stay” You look over to Agatha. Expecting her to be glaring at you but instead all you find is warmth.

“We want you to stay.” Agatha confirms. You hesitate not wanting to intrude on the reunited family. It isn’t your place. It isn’t your family. But with one more look at both of them and Nicky you find yourself nodding. Nicky smiles happily and rushes towards you. He grabs your hand pulling you over to them saying that you have to tell them all the stories you’ve told him. And as Rio grabs your hand and Agatha looks at you with a grateful smile you can’t help to feel that things might be okay now. Sure there was a lot to talk about but maybe you could learn to love both of them. Learn to love Agatha just as Rio does. And in turn maybe they could love you the same.

Sometimes familiars watch as their witches fall in love with another. Sometimes familiars die. Sometimes you don’t truly realize how much you love someone until they die.

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Bad Familiar

Pairing: Rio vidal x reader, Agatha harkness x Rio vidal Warnings: Angst, Character death

No one ever prepares a familiar for what happens when their witch decides they aren’t needed anymore.

For as long as you could remember you had been by Rio’s side. Doing and being whatever she needed of you. It was your job after all. Being her familiar meant that your whole purpose was to serve her. Whatever she needed you would do it in a heartbeat. At first everything was great. Rio had Loved you. But then she met Agatha.

At first you thought it was curiosity drawing Rio to Agatha. She still kissed you and told you she loved you so it wasn’t like anything was changing. But then she started seeking Agatha out and it felt like you were fighting for her affection.

“Rio?” You called out into the open field. Rio had brought you both here saying she needed to speak to Agatha. They had walked off a bit claiming it was private matters so you were left standing there. Seeing a patch of flowers you had decided to make Rio a flower crown. Something she always loved when you gifted them to her. It had been a couple hours now and with the crown finished and held gently in your hands you went off to find her. You could feel that she wasn’t far, a perk of being connected to her.

When you did find her though you wished you hadn’t. There sitting against a Tree was Rio with her lips connected to Agatha’s. Your heart cracked as you quickly dropped the flower crown and ran off. It felt like your whole world came tumbling down. You were literally made for her. You couldn’t understand why this was happening. Tripping over a tree root you fell to the ground with a harsh thud. The blood dripping down your knee barely even noticed as the words ‘Bad Familiar’ echoed in your mind

Over time things had only gotten worse. Rio scarcely kissed you anymore and the only time she told you she loved you was when you did something she wanted. She had also started spending less time with you and more time with Agatha. The cottage you two shared seemed empty most of the time.

It was the middle of the night when you were woken up to the bend dipping. Rio had spent the day collecting bodies and what not while you had spent it in the cottage trying to ignore the burning feeling throughout your body. It was a feeling no familiar wanted to feel. The feeling that they were becoming unwanted. That their witch was starting to forget them. The feeling of burned away from the inside. A feeling that always led to death.

The bed dipped further as Rio melted into the sheets beside you. You waited silently for her to wrap her arms around you like she had done countless times. Waited for her to whisper those three little words into your ear. But it never came. Instead you could feel the warmth of tears falling down your face. Eventually you feel asleep with the words ‘Bad Familiar’ replaying in your head.

The burning had only gotten worse from that night. Your body temperature had grown warmer as you started to fall ill. Rio had never noticed though. Too busy pursuing Agatha to see the way your skin grew paler and the harsh coughs that racked your body.

Despite the pain, your excitement grew. Familiar day wasn’t far away. The one day every year made specifically for Witches and their familiars. A day that strengthened the bond. A whole day with Rio was just what you needed. She always ignored her duties to spend time with you for the whole day. Most of the day the witch and their familiar would just spend time together. At night was when everything magical happened. Underneath the full moon the witch and their familiar would sit in a small circle. They would take a blade and slice their hands to bring them together. The magic in their blood would respond, strengthening the bond between the two. It was the only time Rio could bleed and it was for you.

You planned the whole day out. Activities that you knew she loved. You had even gotten her a bouquet of flowers, black roses. Her favorite. Though when you woke up that day the bed beside you was empty. You had gotten out of bed thinking that she was already up. But the cottage was empty. The burning inside you increased but you tried to ignore it. Holding onto that little bit of hope that she would show up. She wouldn’t miss the ritual… Right?

As the moon started to set, your hope was leaving with it. But then she appeared and the hope returned. There was still time!

In a haste to complete the ritual in time you had grabbed her arm eagerly and led her to the circle not paying attention as she tried to call for your attention. Though when you both got to the circle she planted her feet firmly in the earth and refused to move. You turned to look at her confused and desperate.

“Rio what are you doing? We have to do the ritual.” You spoke as you attempted to tug on her arm again but she only looked at you with what you can only describe as pity and suddenly it clicked. She wasn’t here to do the ritual with you.

“Agatha… She’s pregnant.” You didn’t understand what this had to do with her. “It’s mine. I came to get my stuff. I’m going to live with her.” Your body froze and stiffened at her words.

“I- I don’t understand” You whispered. The burning grew stronger and with it the urge to cough. But you held it back. You refused to show her weakness at this moment. Even if all you wanted to do was run into her arms.

“I'm gathering my stuff and leaving. Thank you for being my familiar but I don’t need you anymore.” No amount of words could describe the pain in that moment. The pain of the person you were literally made for not wanting you anymore.

Rio said nothing else as she walked away into the house. The sun rising in front of it as she gathered her stuff. As you felt the cough creep up until it was choking you. As your body grew hotter and hotter until it suddenly became cold. As the words ‘Bad familiar” was all you could think of. How you had failed her. How you weren’t enough. Until your breathing stopped. Until Rio sank into the dirt when she was called to guide your soul to the afterlife.

No one ever prepares a witch for the pain they feel when their familiar dies.

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The continued adventures of Detective Agnes and her "K9 unit" Señor Scratchy

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sgm616 · 12 days ago

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Prom Series (Completed)

Summary: Prom season is coming around for Avalon High and Y/n could not be any more annoyed. Not only is she trying her best to work up the courage to ask her best friend, Wanda Maximoff, out, she also has to compete against everyone else that seems to want her as well. Will Y/n build enough courage to finally ask Wanda out? Will Wanda get a date before Y/n does ask? Will Y/n go to prom alone? Read to find out. (Not my GIF)

Warnings: Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending, Longing

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Chapter 1: The Obvious

Chapter 2: The Failed Attempts

Chapter 3: The End of Prom

Taglist: @xxxtwilightaxelxxx @olsensnpm @lordesolddepression @sighsam @lezzzbehonesthere @sxfwap @cyanide-mustard @mrs-avenger3000

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⊹₊⟡⋆ WHAT DOES IT MATTER?

darkish!wanda maximoff x fem!reader

✮⋆˙summary

wanda was acting a little odd, seemed a little different too. but what does it matter, when she still takes care of you so good?

✮⋆˙trigger warnings

darkish!wanda, smut, fingering (r receiving), kind of dubious consent?,

✮⋆˙author’s note

hey, starling here! this is my first post on tumblr, my first try at smut — as one maybe can tell. let me know what you think :)

her eyes were dark, the gentle green you so love almost completely invisible behind her enlarged pupil and the faint red of her magic. and wanda just stared.

her hands are wrapped around your waist, her finger digging into your skin through the apron and shirt you‘re wearing. you aren’t wearing much — wanda likes it that way.

„hey, baby“, you said. a little breathless, a little stunned by her sudden appearance and slightly odd behaviour. normally, you were used to wanda‘s slight oddness, but this was a new level of odd, even if she didn’t do anything.

well, that was exactly what was so off about her.

you‘re eyes roam over her, your brows furrow a little in confusion. „uhm- weren’t you wearing something else when you le-"

you don’t get to say much more. delicious, hot and needy lips where on yours. you huff surprised but then you cup her cheeks and pull her in closer. her clothing was different than what she had left in earlier that day, her lips were definitely more chapped than earlier that day too — you knew, since you had kissed wanda senseless before she had left.

but as wanda pulls you impossibly closer by your waist and slots a knee between your legs, all of those thoughts disappear. what did it matter, what wanda was wearing? or how her lips seemed more chapped? what did it matter, when wanda was making you feel as good and loved as always?

it didn’t. so you kissed back with just as much vigour and need as wanda was.

wanda’s hand slipped down your side and reaches your naked thigh, tugging at the hem of your shirt before sliding between your legs. the deicious pressure of wanda’s knee slipped away but before you complain, it was replaced by her fingers, rubbing circles on your clothed cunt.

wanda was greedy. it didn’t take her long to slip her fingers below your panties and tease your mound, while her lips where on your neck. nipping and biting as if she was marking her territory. you were sure the hickeys would look good with your wedding ring.

you where wanda’s. utterly hers, no one else’s.

it wasn’t until wanda’s fingers finally stopped their teasing and slipped into your wet entrance, that you noticed another change. wanda’s fingertips where uncomfortably rough, rubbing against your inner walls in a manner they never head before.

it was both pleasurable and painful — but the way your wife sped up her movements, you didn’t have much time to form a sentence.

wanda’s fingers, two if you were feeling correctly, where pounding in and out of you at a relentless speed. in and out in an out — curling deliciously to hit your g-spot. fuck it was good.

“oh- wanda”, you moan into her ear, your head leaning against her shoulder. panting and trembling from her restless finger fucking. she huffs, or chuckles, you don’t really now.

“come for me, malysh”, wanda husks.

now that’s something you can’t ignore. her voice is much rustier than usually, hoarse and her accent way more prominent. your brows furrow, but before you can wonder too much about it, your stomach coils together.

with one last, sharp thrust into your cunt, you moan out loud and cum. your vision turns white, little gasps and whines escape you as you cling to wanda. your body shaking.

wanda gingerly pulls out — now you see why her fingers had felt so rough and calloused. the tips where black. but why?

with sweat sliding down your temple, rigid, fast breaths leaving your lips, you manage to lift your head and look at her.

this wasn’t your wanda.

a small smirk grows on wanda’s lips. it seems both smug and sad. “you were always such a smart thing, malysh. smart, but slow”

it’s the last thing you hear, before her magic invades your brain and makes you fall unconscious. her arms wrapping around you the last thing you feel. her eyes, hinted with red and that damned smirk, the last thing you see.

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sgm616 · 14 days ago

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Daddy Plaza at her finest 😌✨

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sgm616 · 15 days ago

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader-Shot in the dark

A/N: got this idea a while ago while playing pool ❤️

tags/tw: g!p Natasha + fem reader, seduction, dom Natasha, sub reader, pure filthy smut, Natasha receiving (blowjob), Reader recieving (oral), unprotected sex, creampie

word count: 3.2k

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@lunaticwhittaker , @billiebeanhoward , @lanawinters-ily , @kenzbro , @minaslittleone , @httpfiftyshadesofgay @whitelotus00 , @ninaahelvar , @paulsonsratched , @vintagepaulson , @isle-of-earle , @grilledcheeseandguavajelly , @lucyintheskywithxanax , @fanfics4world , @mymiraclewitch , @hazard-to-myself , @awritersometimes , @wastdstime , @p1pecleanerwitheyes , @queen2234 , @ihartnat , @lifebyinez , @ahsatanizgay , @blu3dimples

The bar within the Avengers compound is filled with energy, guys relaxing after the latest mission, the girls dancing and laughing together as they order another round of shots. You make your way towards the pool table, needing to unwind in your own way and not having been with them long enough to make some actual friends. You relax a little as you make it to the table in the corner, away from the crowds, getting ready to line up your first shot before you hear a certain redhead appear behind you.

„Need some help with that, newbie?“ she teases and you turn to face her, noticing her piercing green eyes on you almost instantly. Natasha leans against the nearest wall casually, her smirk sharp as her eyes travel up and down your body.

„I think I have got it“ you reply, trying to keep your voice steady and ignore the way the redhead made you feel. For weeks she had been teasing you, small remarks but never enough time to let the conversation go further as some type of Avenger emergency almost always kept you from exploring this further. And you couldn‘t help the way the Black Widow made you feel with her gaze, the sublte biting of her lip mid conversation.

Natasha strolls over casually but nothing about her posture is casual, calculated and confident as she stands behind you. „You‘ve got potential sure, but there is always room for improvement“ she teases, swallowing hard as you feel the heat of her body against your own. „Oh and you are the expert?“ you tease, trying hard to keep your composure and stop your body from reacting, knowing it was only going to give her satisfaction.

Her lips form into a grin at your words „I‘ve been known to handle a stick or two in my life“ she laughs but before you can respond, her hands slide over yours, adjusting your grip on the cue. She presses in closer, her breath warm against your ear „Relax your shoulders“ she instructs, her voice filled with authority as she tells you that you are far too tense.

It was impossible not to notice how her chest brushed against your back, the solid weight of her body keeping you grounded and flustered all at once. „Like this?“ you ask, though your voice betrays you. „Almost, you gotta focus on the ball and not the distractions“ she tells you as you feel her body shift closer, her hands on you for just a moment too long. „Though I can tell why you are distracted“ she teases with a smirk as she moves back, giving you the space to shoot your shot.

You glance over your shoulder, your cheeks burning as you whisper „Do you flirt with all of your students?“ you tease, causing a low chuckle to escape her. She leans back just enough to let her eyes roam over you fully „No“ she shrugs casually before she carries on „Just the ones I can‘t stop thinking about“ she whispers, causing your eyes to widen and your body respond in a way it hadn‘t before.

Your breathing hitches as you try and focus back on the game but as you turn you notice the tremble in your hands. And Natasha being Natasha, of course she notices, knowing exactly what she is doing. She leans closer again before whispering „Why don‘t we make this interesting? if I win, you will let me take you out tomorrow“ she invites and your eyes widen at her statement.

„And if I win? make the shot?“ you ask meeting her gaze. „You won‘t darling“ she chuckles, leaning her head on her hands as she balances her elbows on the table, eager to watch you shoot your first shot. „Fine“ you mutter in fake annoyance but both of you knew this excited you more than it should and so you happily accept her challenge, giving it your best shot. But of course in the end the Black Widow beats you but you didn‘t exactly mind, her promise lingering in your mind as she told you to meet her tomorrow at 8pm by the cars when you parted ways.

The day passed as slowly as it possibly could but when it‘s finally time to meet the former assassin, you couldn‘t deny the pounding in your chest and the fluttering of your stomach. Her car is already waiting for you and by the time you get inside you knew exactly you chose right for tonight, black skirt some tights and a leather jacket, knowing those were her weakness, the redhead not the only one knowing how to play this game. She tries to play it cool as she drives off, focusing on driving but you could tell she couldn‘t keep her eyes away from you and neither could you, not with the suit she is wearing the woman knowing those be your weakness even if those aren‘t usually her type of thing.

„Where are we going exactly?“ you ask as you glance at her and she chuckles before simply shrugging and telling you to be patient. The drive feels painfully slow, the anticipation slowly building between you both and if it was up to you she could go straight back, take you to her bed and finally give in to what you both clearly wanted since you joined the Avengers weeks ago. But Natasha enjoyed this game too much, seeing you squirming under her gaze, seeing how impatient you are and how this was giving her exactly the satisfaction she was after. By the time you finally pull up, you are surprised to see her pull up at a bar, slightly more fancy than the one within the compound but still not what you had in mind.

„A pool bar really?“ you tease as she walks you inside, having opened the door for you, her manners impeccable as always. „I thought I‘d beat you again but in front of total strangers this time“ she chuckles which causes you to raise your eyebrows. The Black Widow leads you inside, the place buzzing with people, music and for a moment you feel a little overwhelmed by the neon lights and crowds. And somehow the redhead can tell, swiftly leading you to one of the tables in the corner where everything is much more intimate and quiet. „So, newbie“ she begins, a teasing grin on her lips „What‘s your drink of choice?“. You think about it for a moment before looking into her eyes „Martini“ which causes her to raise an eyebrow. You lean in a little before whispering „dirty“.

A devilish smirk appears on her lips before she nods, walking over to the bar and swaying her hips more than necessary on the way over. You roll your eyes in amusement, beginning to chalk the cues before lining up the balls on the pool table. You glance around the filled place for a moment, seeing all the people dancing, drinking and playing games but for some reason the only thing your eyes travel back to is Natasha, standing at the bar with a confidence that nearly takes your breath away. Her attempts had been obvious, some of the other Avengers even teasing you about it and a part of you couldn‘t believe the Natasha Romanoff was attracted to you. After all she was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. Unaware that she thought the same about you, that she could see through the gaps and see how deeply you cared and just how alike you both truly are.

By the time she returns, she passes you your drink, seeing how she opted for the same choice, and you both raise your glasses for a moment before focussing your attention on the pool table. „Wanna start?“ you ask with a raised eyebrow, knowing exactly what the answer was going to be. She nods before she takes her first shot, of course with practices ease potting several balls and you can‘t help but feel challenged, wanting so bad to win and have the upper hand. By the time it is your next go, your nerves get the better of you, despite the intimacy of the corner table you have, barely anyone there, her eyes on you are enough to make your body tremble. Her green eyes are focused on your leather jacket, the skirt that hikes up just a little as you go on your tip toes to align your first shot. „Nervous darling?“ she teases before you shake your head in fake annoyance.

„Let me help you“ she offers but you make the shot before she can reach you, of course potting anything but your color and instead potting the white ball. She simply smirks as she begins her second go and you can‘t help the shaking of your hands or the way your heart flutters seeing her actions. „This is how you do it“ she teases, leaning forward, exposing her chest and how suddenly the top two buttons of her shirt have opened. And you knew she must have done that on her way to the bar, knowing you couldn‘t resist and keep your eyes from her. She licks her lips seductively before she takes her next shot and leaves you trembling. Your shaky legs barely make it to the table and this time you allow her to move behind you, guide her hands over yours and you can‘t help but feel how they fit so perfectly in your own. „Like this“ she encourages and you can‘t help but turn your head and glance at her, seeing her signature red lipstick so close to your own lips and feeling the desire to capture them in a kiss.

But instead you focus your attention back on your shot, actually doing well this time and potting several balls of your color. The two of you continue this game for a while longer until the heat of the situation gets to you and you take off your leather jacket, exposing the somewhat see through top exposing your bralette. You miss the way her eyes lingered, how she stepped behind you again, her breath hot on your ears. But this time as she steps behind you, you feel something different, the tip of something pressing against your back. And suddenly the world stops for a moment as you take a step back. „I need to- I‘m gonna use the bathroom“ you excuse yourself, leaving Natasha behind, a flustered mess as she watches you go.

You desperately needed air. And thankfully the bathroom is empty, giving you a moment to splash some cold water on your face. Just as you are about to step into one of the stalls however, wanting to close the door, a firm hand keeps you from closing it and you see Natasha standing there, the neon lights exposing her flustered and needy features. „Did I make you uncomfortable detka?“ she questions, her voice smooth as you shake your head. „Can I?“ she asks politely and you let her step inside as she locks the door behind you both. „Nat, are you.. wearing a strap?“ you ask a bit confused before a low chuckle errupts around you. „You didn‘t know?“ she asks almost in surprise and you shake your head when the pieces fall into place.

„The question is.. do you mind?“ she asks, this time there being something raw in her voice and features, almost as if your consent matters more to her than this whole game, than her or your own desire. „No“ and when the word comes out, almost a low moan, her pupils blow as she leans in, capturing your lips in a fiery kiss that leave you gasping for breath. „Tell me what you want“ she moans in between the kiss and you can‘t help the way your body betrays you as she slams you into the nearest wall. „You“ you breathe out, causing her to smirk into the kiss. Her hands cup your cheeks as she leans in further and this time you have her gasping for breath as you fumble with the zipper and buttons of her trousers. Almost with ease you drop to your knees in front of her, admiring the view as you pull her boxers down, exposing her hard cock and you almost gasp at the size of it, causing the woman to chuckle lowly.

One look for approval is enough on both of your parts before you take her hardened cock into your mouth with ease. Natasha tries hard to keep her composure, to keep her dominance but your experienced tongue, having you on your knees like this is making it impossible. She can‘t help but moan as she grips your hair, guiding you despite the perfect job you are doing. „God detka“ she breathes out and you try hard to supress a gag, not expecting her size at all when finding out about this moments ago. Despite it all, seeing her so perfectly above you, forcing her eyes shut as the tries hard not to cum inside you.

You enjoy this far more than you should and with a loud pop you let go off her cock, leaving her dripping with pre cum and a shaking mess. She stares at you in disbelief as you adjust your hair and clothes, kissing her cheek before whispering „Want more of this? take me home“. Her pupils blow yet again as she smirks, getting herself dressed again before she takes you away, hastily paying the bill before grabbing you and your things and leading you to the car. She is quick to zoom through the night sky, getting you both back to the compound. It takes everything not to take you right there in the car, in the elevator as you look at her with those eyes. The former assassin practically drags you into her room before she completely loses her composure, pushing you against the wall as she rips your clothing off, leaving you in the dark red lingerie you had chosen for tonight.

„God you‘re perfect“ she moans as she presses her lips onto yours again, stumbling to her bed as she throws you down, attacking your lips and neck as she hungrily hovers above you. „Take me Tasha“ you whisper and if your actions and words hadn‘t proven her that you are perfect beyond her imagination they definitely have now. She fumbles with her own clothes, quickly ridding herself of the suit before her mouth hungrily explores your body, starting with your neck, your perfect breasts as she takes them into her mouth, giving you a taste of what‘s to come soon. You are a panting mess as she draws out the sweetest noises from you, balancing on her knees as she finally gets to where you want her the most. She can‘t help but smirk as she meets your glistening core, keeping eye contact as she lowers herself and begins licking through your folds, collecting your juices with ease.

She can tell just from her tongue that you are close and when she enters you for a moment, she can feel how tight you are already, so ready and eager to be pleased by her. „Please“ you whine as she kisses your lips, letting you taste your arousal on her mouth. „Please what?“ she teases as she reaches for something on her table besides bed. „Fuck me Nat“ you moan but when you see her fumble with the condom packet you can‘t help but take it and throw it across the room. „Fuck that, I want you“ you pant and her eyebrows raise in surprise, not having imagined you to be nearly as dirty as this. She wastes no time in kneeling in front of you again, opening your legs as you spread them for her perfectly. She carefully aligns herself as she meets your eyes one more time for consent.

And the second her hardened cock enters you, you are both done for. She fills you up with ease, giving you time to adjust before she fully sinks into you. Natasha begins slowly, almost too sensual for your liking as all you want her to do is pound you senseless. And the older woman can tell, by the way your hips are wiggling, your mouth slightly ajar and your eyes fixed on her own. „More.. fuck.. me like you mean it“ you moan and thats all Natasha needed, seeing your boobs bounce, your hips bucking and your eyes forcing shut as she begins pounding into you at a ruthless pace. „I have wanted to do this so long detka“ she moans as she feels your wall soak her up so perfectly, so tight and ready for her already.

„Tasha“ you moan, incoherent noises and words falling from your lips as she fucks you like you had never been fucked before. Throughout her ruthless pace and own desire, she still takes the time to caress your body, as if you are the most sensible thing on this planet. She can‘t help but smirk all while squeezing her own eyes shut, trying not to cum too fast. „I need more“ you mumble as you throw your head to the side, fisting the sheets as she fills you up so well. And of course Natasha obliges, raising your leg and leaning it against her shoulder, the new position allowing her to pound into you even faster and harder than before. The moment the position changes she hits your sweet spot over and over again, causing tears of pure bliss to fill your eyes.

„I‘m gonna cum“ you somehow pant but as she stills her movements your eyes practically rip open, needing her so bad. „I can‘t hold it“ she admits but you don‘t care, moving your leg and pulling her right on top of you all while she is still inside you. Your legs wrap around her back as you look into her eyes. „Fill me up, I don‘t care“ you pant and that was the moment Natasha knew you are the one, so perfect, so obedient and so damn filfthy. She fucks into you at a ruthless pace and mere seconds later you feel her juices filling you to the brim. „Nat“ you pant uncontrollably as you try coming down from your high, her body on top of yours and mere chests touching causing you to suddenly shiver under the intensity of it all. „Breathe detka“ she instructs, your features bright red as she wipes some sweat from your forehead.

The two of you lay there for a while, neither of you caring about cleaning up, neither of you caring to talk about what just happened. All you could feel right now is the pure bliss of it all, Natasha having made you feel like no one ever had before. And the Black Widow couldn‘t help but think of how perfect you are, how well you took her and that she for sure wasn’t going to let you go anywhere anytime soon. By the time you both snap out of it, you feel her playing with your hair gently, head still resting on your chest as her eyes meet your own. „Not so bad for a newbie after all?“ you tease causing her to chuckle lowly and roll her eyes before stealing another kiss. „Not so bad at all“ she smirks before the two of you end the night in each other‘s arms.

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