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Gold Rush - WandaNat AU

Summary- You have been with Natasha in a sugar baby contract for almost a year now. Then Natasha introduced her perfect girlfriend Wanda. You were bound to hate her. What would happen when Wanda joins Natasha into punishing you?

Warning - 18+, spanking, punishment, mommykink, name-calling, degrading, humiliation, candle wax, brat taming.

A/N - Thank you so much for reading this. 💕 This is my first time so please go easy on me. It would be a whole new universe, I have several blurbs and draft lined up for this one so feel free to send any ideas or anything you like to see in future through asks. Have fun!

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Y/N let her eyes wander around but there was only so much you could see on a plain black wall. Her thoughts went to the reason why she was here and slowly she found herself leaning forward, it was not even intentional at that point, her nose touched the wall and it felt like she pressed a hidden sensor as instantly Natasha's voice filled the room.

"If that happens again, you will find yourself over my lap." You shuddered at the thought, the last time it happened you couldn't sit properly for a week. You turned slightly to look at the redhead. She was typing on her laptop while her other hand was occupied writing something down on her notepad. You snapped out of it when you heard the door open after a single knock.

Instantly knowing who was it from the nerves to just barge in, with no fear of the woman sitting behind the desk. "Did Stark approach you?" Wanda's velvety voice filled your ears and you could picture her walking over to Nat and kissing her. You wanted to grumble and maybe disturb them but you knew better. Nat would punish you right in front of Wanda without a care and you bet the evil witch would have loved to watch you get humiliated.

You sighed, you were allowed to not like Wanda right? It was going so great with Natasha and you. Natasha is the perfect sugar mommy and you being the, well not so perfect but still the most charming and bratty sugar baby. Natasha's word. Then one day Natasha decided to get a girlfriend. Mind you, a hot, rich, and gorgeous girlfriend who could pay her own bills, unlike your pathetic self. Did you regret being a snarky little shit to Wanda the first few times you met her? No. Do you still wince at the thought of the spanking you received for it? Yes. Will you do it again? No doubt.

It didn't matter though at least when Natasha knew the boundaries. She had always made sure to never have you and Wanda in the same place or anywhere near each other. But recently the lines have become blurry, even you could agree on how the redhead's presence didn't bother you that much anymore. That's what became a bother in itself, Wanda not being a bother.

The relationship you had with the two women was complicated to say the least. You were like a dirty little secret, you still don't know how Wanda even allowed Natasha to continue her contract with you but you didn't care. Especially now that Wanda is always around the corner. Especially when it is supposed to be Natasha and You time. Isn't she suppose to hate you? Even you hate her relationship with Natasha.

Well, She is the one Natasha goes home to and is serious about.

Not now brain.

"What's she doing here?" Wanda asked and you had the urge to turn around but you stayed put to not make Natasha any madder than she already was. You felt your face heating up knowing Wanda was looking at you. Standing in the corner with just your shirt on. Waiting for your punishment like a little girl.

"Why don't you ask her yourself?" Natasha's nonchalant reply made your heart race and you gulped feeling your face flush a deeper shade of red. Please don't do this. Please don't talk to me.

You mentally prayed but they were all vanished as Natasha asked you to turn around. You sighed and had half the mind to just stay staring at your favorite black wall but you knew better than to disobey her as you slowly turned on your heels. Your eyes capturing the scene before you. Natasha was still typing freely on her laptop while Wanda was sitting on her desk twirling the paperweight in her hand as her eyes took into you. You knew what Natasha was doing and you hated it. She was using Wanda to punish you, at this point, you rather have a spanking and your credit card taken away.

You watched the smirk play on Wanda's face and that's when you looked away at the floor, "What are you doing here Sugar?" You could hear the shit-eating grin on her face but you refused to look at her especially after the use of that pet name. Come to think of it, she hardly ever call you by your name. It is always sugar. Ugly. Yuck.

"Do I need to remind you what happens when you forget your manners?" Natasha asked and you looked up at her, the smirk on her face visible. You almost regret coming to her home today. But you were bored and wanted attention. And then you decided to be a brat.

Shut up brain.

"No." You replied curtly with a little edge in your voice and Wanda's smirk grew while Natasha's face harden. She raised an eyebrow, "No, What?"

You felt a shiver run down your spine and your face felt hot as you looked down, "No.Mommy." You said quietly, your shyness taking over. Wanda's chuckle filled the room and you wished for the ground to just open up and swallow you whole.

"So what are you doing here?" Before Nat could say anything else, Wanda reminded everyone why you were getting reprimanded just now. For not answering the girlfriend at once.

You gave Wanda the best glare you could manage while not being considered rude. You were going to answer correctly until you see the smirk widen on her face."To fuck your girlfriend obviously."

It all happened so fast. Wanda's smirk dropped replacing with a bewildered look. A grin forming on your face which too fell once Natasha's voice reverberated off the walls. "Come here you brat!" 

If it wasn't for Wanda's presence, you would have started apologizing but your ego pulled you back. "But.." You sighed and made your way forward slowly, very aware of your lack of pants as goosebumps fall all over your body especially your naked legs.

"Not so chatty anymore?" Wanda asked getting off the desk and walking to sit on Nat's side of the desk to receive the first-hand show of your humiliation. You ignored her and focused your attention on the pair of green eyes that were hell-bent on making you grovel at her feet tonight. Maybe as well as Wanda's.

Natasha grabbed your hand and pulled you closer when you were shuffling far away from her. "Now what was it that you said?" She asked and her grip on your wrist tightened when you immediately didn't answer.

"To see my favorite mommy?" You said hoping to get out of it with batting your eyelashes and playing cute which actually works on Natasha half of the time. Wanda snorted beside you two and Natasha slapped your upper thigh hard and you winced hopping on your foot.

"Oww.."

"I am being serious." You used your other hand to rub your thigh as you resigned to your fate. "To..fuck your girlfriend." You whispered and Natasha's grip tightened again, her other hand pushing yours away from your thigh and tracing the hot print she left just a few seconds ago. Her hand felt cold, soothing like a cream on your stinging flesh.

"And why are you actually here? And when you are at it, Please also explain to Wanda why you are going to get punished as well. Starting with an apology for your earlier behavior." Natasha smirked and turned you around so you were facing the cause of all your problems.

"Mommy..please." You pleaded but it died down instantly when Nat dug her fingernails warningly on your thigh. You looked at Wanda who had her arm crossed and was waiting for you to further humiliate yourself.

"I. I am sorry, Wanda-"

"It's Ms.Maximoff to you." 

You grimaced and made a face before starting again, "I am sorry Ms.Maximoff."

"Good Girl." You felt a shiver run down your spine at the praise and could feel yourself getting wet. You gulped before continuing, "I came here to get Mommy's attention."

"Did you succeed?" The brunette asked while twirling the paperweight around in her hand, her eyes focused on your red face. "No.."

"No, Ms.Maximoff." You corrected yourself not wanting more things to add to your list of punishments. "Why is it so, I am sure Natasha wouldn't have denied you if you had asked nicely." She fake concern.

"Tell her Princess, why did I send you to the corner." Natasha's hand ran up and down on your thigh, each time getting closer to your core making you close your legs rubbing together.

"I was being a brat." You whimpered and closed your eyes as Natasha's hand slapped your thigh making you spread your legs apart. "And what happened to little girls who act like a brat?" You shivered at Wanda's tone as she put the paperweight down on the table before leaning forward trailing her finger down your cheek to your neck. Her nail scratching a line.

"They-They get punished.." You whimpered, your eyes following the movement of Wanda's movement. "Mommy please touch me." You groaned when Natasha ceased all contact and got up on her feet.

Your eyes flickered to Wanda who was looking at Natasha over your shoulder with a predatory look. "Bend over the desk." Natasha's command came in a breathy whisper to your ear from behind you, her body pressing against you as her hands clutched at your hips tightly. You immediately complied bending over beside Wanda, fully aware of the show you were putting on but it only seemed to turn you on further.

"How many spanks do you think you deserve, baby?" Natasha asked her fingers trailing up and down on the back of your thigh and ass making you whimper in anticipation.

Knowing exactly what she was going to do. Whenever Natasha makes you choose a number, it is always a losing game. If you choose a number two low, she doubles or triples it or if you choose a number too high, she goes along with it. A sinking ship.

You whimpered when a smack fall on your panty-covered ass, "I am waiting." Natasha reminded. "Thirty...three?" You asked and Wanda laughed at your timid voice, you felt your cheeks going another shade of red at the close proximity of you two. Her hand was inches away from your face to support herself on the desk.

It wasn't the first time Wanda was seeing you like that, being the troublemaker you are, you spend more time over Natasha's lap than you would care to admit. The first time was when you had lied and gone to the college party Natasha had specifically told you not to, three times because she needed you for an event just the day after.

Natasha was livid when she found out, she cancelled the plan to go and, she had you bent over the bed in the room she shared with Wanda as she flogged your ass to the inch of the day. Wanda had walked in and was greeted by the sight of you crying and becoming a blubbering mess as Natasha mercilessly beat the brattiness out of you. She had the gal stay and direct Natasha on how she can use the flogger more effectively. No doubt you hated her so much.

"That's quite a big number for a dumb baby like you." Wanda mocked and you bit your lip instead of replying to her. "I was actually going to give you twenty and an extra five for disrespecting Wanda but guess now we have to give you thirty-three and an extra five which would be..?" Natasha asked and you almost wanted to cry out at the thought.

"Thirty-Eight, Mommy." You said and bit your lip preparing for the spanking. Your muscles tightening.

"Relax. Count each one or we begin all over again. Clear?" Natasha asked her hand rubbing your ass, you nodded, "Yes mommy.." You whispered and closed your eyes not wanting to see Wanda's hand.

The first spank came on your right cheek and you jumped at the force. "One." You counter after a little intake of breath, your hands searched for something to grab but couldn't reach the edge, and laid flat on the table.

The next two came in quick succession on your upper thighs and you cried out the numbers quickly. The fourth spank came so hard that you almost forgot to count the number, tears were beginning to form in your eyes. "four, Mommy!"

The next ten were ranging medium and all in the same pattern Natasha had formed in the first four, first the cheeks then the thighs, marking the skin a beautiful fiery red. The fifteenth came a little lower with much force that your leg kicked forward almost missing Natasha by an inch. "Hold still!" Natasha warned with a tiny slap to your leg and you cried the number, tears were falling freely at this point.

"Do you want me to make Wanda hold you down?" She asked sharply and you quickly shook your head as the other said woman laughed at your whimpering state. "No mommy." You whispered through your tears. From the corner of your eyes, you could see Wanda tapping away on her phone, it was even more humiliating to think it was such a daily occurrence to her that you getting your ass spanked right next to her was not even of interest to her.

After the twentieth spanked, Natasha stopped and hooked her finger on your panties, slowly pulling them down and you closed your eyes tightly in embarrassment, knowing they were wet from the spanking and the humiliation, wondering how much of a slut Wanda was thinking you are and getting bare bottom spanking right next to Wanda only added to your embarrassment. You wished for the desk to cut open and swallow you whole.

Your thoughts were cut short when Natasha started spanking you again, the first spank being unexpected it took you by surprise and your hand shot to grab something as you cried out in pain. Not realizing it was Wanda's hand that you had grabbed until you heard the woman above you, "Shh..easy there, Sugar." She squeezed your hand and turned slightly, you instantly let go and cried more numbers out as Natasha continued her assault on your naked ass.

"35, Mommy!" You sobbed and almost leaned forward when Wanda's hand started soothingly running through your hair, "Shh, you are almost done okay..doing such good job. Just breathe now." Wanda continued to run her hand through your hair as Natasha gave the last three smacks in one go, making you sob in the pain and count quickly. "Good Girl." Wanda praised you when you followed her command.

"Please..Mommy!" You whimpered rubbing your thighs together, wincing in pain when Natasha turned you over on the table, your back on the cold desk, your butt making contact with it, a cry escaping at the dull ache not just on your ass but between your legs as well. "That's why the slut is still crying.." Natasha ran her hand through your wetness. "Always wet throughout your punishment..such a dirty little slut" She muttered to herself and you felt your face grow hot hearing the degrading way she was talking about you. You whimpered bucking your hips up hoping to get her attention where you needed it the most.

Natasha moved her slick covered hand to her mouth, slowly licking each finger clean while staring at you the whole time, making you flush and warm in all places. You watched as her eyes flickered to Wanda who was watching her with lust in her eyes, you shivered from the cold noticing how her tongue dart out to lick her dry lips.

Natasha leaned in and started kissing the brunette who moaned loudly pulling the redhead closer with her hands placed on the other woman's hips, just the thought of Wanda moaning at your taste caused a gush of wetness between your thighs, not realizing what took over you as you slowly moved your hand over your drenched pussy, a loud moan slipping past your lips when you felt your own wetness.

"And to think you were just punished for being a needy little slut." Natasha growled in between her kiss, she wasn't looking at you to know the cause of the moan. You registered the warning in her words and even though you knew the consequences, your fingers still slipped past your pussy lips to push on your clit, letting out a gasp when a hand grabbed your wrist pulling it back harshly. "I don't think the dumb baby can control herself. Can you, Sugar?" Wanda's hand squeezed your wrist tightly and you closed your eyes in frustration until a hand collided with your soaked pussy and you cried out at the way pain mixed with pleasure making your toes curl.

"She asked a question, slut." Natasha's hand slowly rubbed your heated core, applying pressure in just the right places before she dropped her hand again on your pussy.

"Mo-Mommy Please, Sorry!" You didn't know if you were begging for her to stop or to continue, "I-I can't." You answered and felt the tears forming in your eyes once again when Natasha slapped your pussy the third time with the same amount of force, you tried closing your legs but she held your legs apart.

Wanda cooed above you, "Open your pretty eyes, Sweetheart." She whispered and you sought for her eyes and watched as she took your slick covered fingers in her mouth, her tongue swirling around your digits. You shuddered when she pulled away with an audible pop, a smirk settled on her lips. "Watch Mommy."

You felt the tip of a strap running up and down your slit and you turned to look at Natasha who had a strap lined up against your center, "Don't think we would need lube this time with how wet you are, Malishka."

Natasha has been taking time in stretching you up with each session when you both realized how tight you were, even the smallest strap on in her collection was big for you and She had to use lube the first time, slowly warming you up, cooing, and praising you for every little movement, the gentle side of her almost made you question the Nat she was in your first few session.

"Plea-se just..fuck me." You let out between moans, bucking your hips forward for the strap, and Natasha's eyes darken at you being so needy. "Give the dumb baby what she wants, Nat." Wanda jumped up on the table, moving to your side and you watched her movements, groaning when Natasha started pushing in, her other hand rubbing your clit.

You gasped at how easily Wanda ripped your shirt open, buttons flying and scattering on the desktop, your gasp turned into a load whimper when Natasha pushed in completely, hardly giving you any time to adjust when she pulled out and slamming again while Wanda started kissing your neck, nipping and sucking. Your hands pulled her closer as you pushed your head in her neck whimpering and mewling as Natasha started fucking you at a relentless pace.

"Such cute little pathetic noises," Wanda laughed as she pushed you down, back on the desk, her hand cupping your breast, finger rolling your hardened nub, pinching your nipple lightly and you closed your eyes at the feeling of pain and pleasure mixing together.

"Don't you dare cum before permission," Natasha warned when you started clenching around the strap, feeling your orgasm building, "Mommy! C-Can I cum?" You asked between your moans and gasps of pleasure trying to hold back your climax as Wanda freely groped at your breast, playing with your nipples.

"Can you?" Wanda half mocked, half cooed at your sprawled state, leaning forward, her face inches away from yours as her hand slithers up to your neck, closing around it lightly. "M-May I?" You whimpered when Natasha stilled your hips.

"Cum." Natasha paired her word with a flick to your clit and that's all you needed to hear as you let go, your toes curling, trying to close your thighs but Natasha keeping you open, slowly riding out your orgasm. "Look at me," Wanda commanded above you, her hand squeezing around your neck and you gasped for air.

You choked a whimper when Natasha slide out from your wet pussy, the sound embarrassing you which was forgotten immediately when Wanda's grip tightened enough to cut off your oxygen supply with Natasha's mouth on your sensitive pussy cleaning you up, "So sweet. Give me another?" Natasha phrased it as a question but even with your mind clogged with pleasure, you knew the meaning behind it.

You shook your head, gasping for oxygen when Wanda let go with a chuckle, watching you struggle to catch your breath, sweat glistening your body. "Mommy..No. Please" You pleaded, your attempt to close your legs in vain with Natasha's fingernails digging in your thighs warningly halting your movement at once.

"You really thought the spanking was your punishment for being the desperate little slut earlier?" Natasha asked her fingers darting inside you, curling around, pulling whimper of pleasure and pain from you.

"Poor foolish, baby." You watched as Wanda get off the desk from the corner of your eyes, Natasha pulling back your attention with a kiss on your lips, making you taste your own juices.

"The fun has just begun." Natasha pulled away with a devilish smirk on her lips and you watched with hooded eyes as Wanda approached you again with a burning candle in hand. Natasha pulled out her fingers from your pussy and you cried out softly. "Hush, Malishka." Natasha pushed the papers on her desk down on the floor creating more space.

"What is your safe word, Sugar?" Wanda asked hovering above you with the candle in her hand, your eyes fixed on the drop of wax threatening to fall on your chest.

"B-" The wax drop burned your chest and it just took a second for it to dry down before Natasha peeled it off, her tongue soothing the burning sensation.

Indeed. The fun has just begun.

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Illicit Affairs -

A Sorority Leader Wanda AU

Summary- Alpha Phi Omega. To outsiders, it seems like a normal sorority group being led by a strong leader, Wanda Maximoff but from inside it isn't anything like that. Filled with social hierarchy and cruel bullying by the seniors. It is a playground except nobody is playing around.

Amidst all this, Y/N is developing a huge crush on her sorority group president, Wanda who is untouchable to everyone around. An Enchantress. People flock around her. What happens when Y/N mess up and the president decides to deal with her? Will Y/N end up learning some unwanted Dark secrets of the group?

Words- 6.5K

Warnings- Mean Wanda, corruption kink, spanking with a paddle, punishment, manhandling, 18+, innocent little reader, Leader Wanda. Yeah I guess that's it.

A/N: Hello Everyone!!

Long time no see. I have been so busy with college and everything else that I didn't get time to write but here it is now.

Feel free to send me anons about Wanda and the reader, I would love to answer them.

Hope you all enjoy this!!

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"You need to make sure it doesn't spread out, Y/N." Jane's voice interrupted your train of thoughts as she leaned in grabbing your hand to guide it back to the area you messed up on the poster. Her perfectly manicured hand wiped the color off the outline, holding it up for you to see the excess color.

"Sorry." You flushed in embarrassment, this was the second time you had ruined a poster all because you keep getting distracted by Wanda who was chatting among her friends across the room while guiding the pledges around her on how to work better and efficiently. You wished to be in her presence but you were also too afraid to interact with her, she intimidated you more than anyone. You weren't sure if it was only because of your crush on her or it was just her personality, probably the former because the president of the sorority seemed to have everyone flock around her, warm eyes and pretty smiles but you have witnessed her wrath.

Remembering the first day of being a rushee, you had gone to the washroom, anxious out of control at the crowd you witnessed. Being homeschooled all your life you weren't used to social settings like the rush process plus hearing girls talking about how intimidating and cruel the older girls were who were conducting the process. You were in the stall when you had heard her yelling at someone outside, her voice cold and cruel, followed by a loud sound of a smack as she promised to deal with the girl who had started crying. You stayed in the stall and only left when you heard the door outside being closed. Your heart had stopped when you saw the president still in the bathroom, fixing her make up.

"Uh-.." Your voice was stuck in your throat as she looked at you, giving you a warm smile, totally opposite of what you were expecting  "You are a rusher?" She asked her eyes flickering to the badge on your shirt and you nodded slowly, not trusting your voice. The older girl was stunning. Her brown hair cascaded down her shoulder as her beautiful green eyes looked into yours. "Good luck for today. I am sure you will make it since you have come this far already."

"Thank you.." You said with a small smile of your own, still a little cautious of what you had witnessed just moments ago. The older girl frowned as she looked at you, "Your lipstick is gone.." She pointed out before turning to her makeup bag and taking out a lipstick. "Here you can use mine." You didn't like wearing it and how you didn't apply one in the first place and it was just a cheap gloss, your mother had forced you to wear but you shut up seeing the warm smile on her face as she approached you.

"It's fine..you don't have-" You started but the brunette cut you off, saying it was better for the future member of their group to be presentable all the time. You were going to take it from her but she pushed your hand away and started applying it on your lips herself which made you nervous considering it was the first time, someone this gorgeous was standing this close to you.

"There you go. You look beautiful." She praised and you blushed profusely underneath her gaze, thanking her again before the brunette had to leave. It wasn't until she was gone that you realized how fast your heart was beating. After that you saw her on several occasions giving speeches to the new pledges, distributing duties, and introducing the group. Every time you saw her, you felt a weird pull toward her which you later decided was a silly crush.

Nonetheless, since then, you tried to stay away from the brunette as much as you could.

"Y/N!" Jane snapped her fingers in front of your face and you snapped out of it, "Are you sure you are okay? I can talk to Wanda and get you a day off." She offered, her expression changed to concern when you shook your head.

"Thank you for the offer but I am fine, Jane. I was just thinking about something." You rejected politely but before the brunette could ask you about what you were thinking, you quickly added, "Plus I can't leave you with all the work. Even if I am doing a terrible job." You joked and she rolled her eyes before shoving your shoulder and moving to sit back on her chair.

"You can't paint for shit. You are lucky I am your mentor and not the other girls." She flipped her hair in fake attitude and you chuckled nodding along, "So lucky. Especially because of how you eat all my cookies." You said and the girl gasped feigning hurt at your comment.

You two continued your silly banter while you tried painting the poster correctly, it was actually correct Jane was one of the nicest seniors and you were glad you got her as your mentor. The sorority group had a structure that each new member is to work under a senior for three months to learn and experience the efficient working of the group first hand. It was more like an assistant job but you have seen girls bossing around their mentees and sometimes even ragging which Wanda turned blind-eyed to, you had heard that it is a way for pledges to learn how to cope up with undesirable situations and it was entertaining for everyone.

How has food thrown at you for every wrong answer is entertaining for everyone? It was humiliating. Not to mention the almost strip tease that took place the other day. Just the thought of these situations gives you shudders. You won't survive any of them.

You would have ended up the victim of these activities as well if it wasn't for Jane. You were so glad to have her. You wouldn't know how you would survive such situations. Though Jane had warned you from time to time that her protectiveness is only going to work with her juniors, she can not stop her own seniors as the hierarchy is to be maintained. Wanda, Carol, and Natasha are at the top of the food chain. Though you haven't witnessed Wanda participating in such acts yet, always on the sidelines enjoying the show but you have heard that she is the worst of the triad.

"This is the third poster which has color out of the borders." Jessica approached where you were sitting with the posters you had sent to her group for outlining. "Are you blind?" Jane had gone to get herself water when the senior had approached you and you had no idea how to deal with the glare you were receiving, from the introduction day, you remember that she was on a higher level than Jane meaning the brunette was helpless as well.

"So you are deaf as well now." She stated while throwing the posters on the table and you jumped up slightly, "Uh..No I-" You started hesitantly but was cut off again by the blonde. "Oh, so it speaks!" She mocked with fake enthusiasm before her eyes narrowed, "Get up. Is this the way of talking to your senior?" She asked and you instantly stood up afraid of angering the blonde further but the smirk on her face told you that she was not going to stop anytime soon.

Everyone around you had stopped working to see the commotion, some in anticipation for what would happen next while some in sympathy for you. "N-No. I am sorry." You added quickly, hearing your voice cracking a little bit. You didn't want to cry but it was involuntary knowing what was going to happen next, situations such as these are enough to make you feel embarrassed and pathetic enough for your eyes to start working on their own, forming tears that would do nothing but add up to your humiliation. You blamed the homeschooling you received before joining college. Why? Why? Why do you have to cry so easily?

You sniffled quietly while looking anywhere but at Jessica who held a look of disbelief mixed with amusement. "Oh my Gosh, are you seriously gonna cry now?" She asked loudly gathering more and more attention on you two. "I asked you something." She pointed out even though her question was rhetorical. You quickly shook your head still avoiding her gaze, anything to get her away from you.

"Freaking cryba-"

"What's going on in here?" Asked a sharp yet honey-like voice and you momentarily glanced up to see Wanda approaching you two with a cold look on her face. Could this night get any worse for you? You seriously are going to be get humiliated and mocked by not only the evil blonde but your crush as well.

"She has messed up three of our posters and when I confronted her, she started crying for no damn reason!" Jessica exclaimed and you wanted to say how you had every reason to cry knowing how cruel she can be from the pledging week, Jessica is known for actively participating in tormenting the poor pledges.

"Is that so?" Wanda looked over to you for confirmation, her one eyebrow raised when you immediately didn't answer. You glanced over at Jessica who had an expression that was daring you to say otherwise to the president. You slowly nodded your head sealing your doom. "Where is her mentor?" Wanda assessed your response for a moment before asking in a loud voice addressing the people around not even taking you important enough to address you directly.

Jane slowly stepped forward and you could see the slight fear in her eyes, it was not even her fault. "She told me several times to correct myself. I was the one who was constantly distracted." You said catching everyone off guard with your sudden confidence to speak up but you didn't want Jane to get in trouble because of you.

"Did I ask you for an explanation?" Wanda asked you her head slightly tilted up as she looked down on you, her eyes colder after hearing you speak up and you almost even regretted your action but you couldn't let Jane get hurt for something you did.

"N-No Maam." You whispered, fidgeting with your fingers behind your back in nervousness. The redhead's lip twitched to turn into a smirk at your reply but she kept her cool. She shot a look to people around you all and they all quickly went back to their work, occasionally glancing to see what was going to happen. Wanda slowly walked over to you, stopping in front of you, she crossed her arms.

"And may I ask what is it that is so important for you to be distracted while making posters for our upcoming event?" Wanda asked and your mind scrambled to find an answer that would please the girl in front of you but it seemed to be impossible because of how close she was standing from you, your eyes constantly flickering to her lips, your cheeks flushing, she raised an eyebrow when you didn't answer immediately but her lips curved into a smirk when she noticed your gaze. You really hoped it was your imagination.

"She has assignments and she isn't feeling good since morning." Jane made up a lie and you wanted to hug her for saving you from the intense gaze of the brunette, knowing you couldn't lie already and doing to Wanda seemed impossible.

Wanda turned to look at Jane, "What's up with you two? Is she your little lover now Jane?" She asked annoyance evident in her voice, "Don't even bother speaking up." She warned Jane before turning to nod at Jessica, "Thank you for bringing up the issue. I will deal with her from here." The brunette turned to you, "Follow me."

Her command was short and crisp leaving no room for disobedience, you wouldn't have even if it was a choice but the prospect of being alone somewhere with the woman still scare you.

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"You know how important this event is to us?" Wanda questioned while folding her arms over her chest as she leaned back into the desk, sitting on the edge. She almost felt glad when she saw Jessica ready to harass you right then and there, now she had a reason to get you all alone. She had been curious about you for a while now. After the very first encounter, she had with you on the rush week.  she was used to your longing looks from across the room now, as much as she wanted to be annoyed, she secretly enjoyed the lovey eyes you give her. Though she disliked the teasing she received from Carol and Natasha about you. It almost makes her want to come and confront you but she refrains.

Her eyes assessed you from head to toe. She had to admit you looked oddly cute fiddling with your fingers standing a few feet away, a nervous mess. She wanted to play with you more. The more nervous you get the more fun it gets. "Y-Yes, Ma'am." You replied momentarily looking into Wanda's eyes which seemed to darken at the way you addressed her. She remembered the rush chair telling the pledges to address her as such and she knew it was as a joke but now it seemed something she enjoyed far too much coming from your lips. You were just so timid and innocent that she couldn't stop her primal urge to protect and ruin you at the same time.

"Tell me the principle of this event." Wanda purposely asked you something she knew you wouldn't be able to answer, clearly remember you being late to the meeting and missing some of the details about the event. Her doubt was confirmed when your eyes widen comically, you opened your mouth to answer but no word came out.

"I-I am not sure, Ma'am." Wanda let out a sigh of fake disappointment and you looked at her worried at what she would do now. "For that alone, I should replace you with Jessica's pledge. Would you like that?" She watched as fear build up in your eyes as you shook your head slowly, biting your bottom lip which started quivering a little. You knew Jessica was just waiting for an opportunity to get back at you. Being her mentee would be worse than hell.

"Jane is far too lenient. The principle of this event is to create awareness and raise funds for the shelter but I guess you wouldn't know since you are too busy staring at-"

"You are seriously crying?" Wanda cut herself off when she heard your sniffle and saw fat tears rolling down your cheek silently. Her voice was calm yet with a tinge of disbelief as she approached you with a tissue, you were going to take it instead she started wiping away at your tears, her hands gentle as she held your chin in one while wiping with the other.

Your breath hitched at being so close to her. Every detail of her face so clear up close, her green eyes with specks of blue that made them more appealing, her plump lips enticing you to stare at them more and more, even the tiny pimple on her smooth skin was visible and all of it seemed to make you more nervous than ever.

She squeezed your chin when you didn't say anything, reminding you to speak up and you didn't even know what to reply to her. You were frightened by the thought of working with Jessica and you weren't sure what Wanda was going to do to you. Was she going to kick you out as well for crying? Worse, what if she made you a target and everyone starts bullying like it was happening to this girl a week before?

"The hell. Can you not? I didn't even do anything yet!" You must have let out more tears at all those scenarios. Wanda grabbed your collar and pulled you forward, instantly your hand shoot up to her hand which was holding you up by your collar that was digging into your neck uncomfortably.

Wanda's eyes shot between your hand on hers then back to you and you instantly let go, she looked at you satisfied with your compliance. "I am sorry!" You yelped afraid of what she could possibly do. "Why are you crying?"

"Uh-I don't want to work with Jessica or..get a target on my back." You stood on your tippy-toes to ease the pressure on your neck from the collar which Wanda didn't plan on letting go of anytime soon. "Or worse get Jane in trouble!" Realization dawned on you and you panicked again, scared at the thought of losing your only friend here.

Wanda's eyes narrowed slightly as her eyes assessed your face. "Are you guys dating? You are always glued to her side." She scrunched up her nose in what you assumed to be disgust and you quickly shook your head. Mentally taking a note to never come out to her and keep your crush hidden which you bet would fade away soon seeing the homophobia in her.

"N-No, she is my friend! Only friend...and it wasn't even her fault, I was the one who kept getting distracted by.." You stopped quickly before you could say something that would only land you in more trouble. Wanda arched a brow at the abrupt stop to your rambling.

"Distracted by..?" Wanda prompted further and you shook your head looking anywhere but at her. You felt her lower you down and the pressure on your neck easing before she started pushing you backward, you stumbled until your back was pushed into a wall. Wanda holding you captive between her and the wall.

You didn't like the way she was manhandling but you doubt she cared about what you liked and what you didn't. "A-Assignments." You lied and winced when the older girl started laughing clearly seeing through your lies.

"Shall we try again?" She asked and you shook your head 'no' to which she rolled her eyes in amusement. "You think no one notices the longing stares you give me from across the room?" Wanda asked her face hardened into a cold look and you felt panic bubbling up within you.

"I-..I am so sorry! I swear I am trying to get over it, it is just a stupid crush I am sure it will fade away...I was not trying to be creepy It's just sometimes you laugh and I can't help it somehow my eyes always seem to search for you and your laugh is just so musical it makes me feel things and..." You continued to list the reasons why you had that crush, promising for it to fade away in between apologies that you failed to notice the tint forming on Wanda's cheeks as she flushed under her praise. 

Wanda slammed her lips against yours, shutting up your rambling effectively. Her lips moved against yours with a fierce intention and you squirmed in your place not understanding how to respond. You had never kissed anyone in your whole life and even though you have always thought of this moment but now that it was here. You were blank. Too afraid to move and have the older girl pulling away from you. Not to mention you still felt like it was all a dream. No way Wanda Maximoff the president of Alpha Phi Omega will kiss you with such desperation.

Wanda groaned in annoyance against your lips before pulling away, "Why aren't you kissing me back?" She asked, her eyes glaring into yours and you gulped softly, feeling heat rushing through your cheeks and ears. "I have.. I have never kissed..someone before." You mumbled and Wanda stared at you with no expression, you assumed she thought of you as a loser who was too much of an outcast to stay in the same room as her.

Wanda was surprised by the revelation but what surprised her more was the arousal that hit her knowing she was your first kiss and going to be many of your firsts. The fact that you were so protected and innocent made Wanda want to ravish you right then and there. Corrupt your innocent mind. "Just follow my lead." Wanda's voice was surprisingly gentle and you nodded slowly, flushing underneath her gaze. "Part your lips slightly."

"Good Girl." The praise that followed your action tugged at your stomach and you didn't understand if that was the butterfly feeling in your stomach that you so often read about. If it was, you never wanted it to stop. You closed your eyes when Wanda planted her lips on you again, this time you followed her lead, trying to copy her movement which seemed to be the right thing because Wanda hummed in approval. She started biting on your lips lightly which felt too good to be true, usually, you hated pain but the biting seemed to be just enough to make you want more yet dread if she goes any harder, she might draw blood. Her hand comes forward to rest between your collarbone and neck.

You remembered the playing with hair while kissing from your romance books and your hands went to venture into Wanda's hair to pull her closer but instantly the older girl grabbed your hand slamming them above your head and you whimpered against her lips in pain, you didn't understand why Wanda didn't want you to touch her but you didn't like it. You tugged at your hands and Wanda dug her nails into your skin warningly before pulling away. "Stay." She growled against your lips before pulling away.

Her face was so close to you, her eyes looking into yours, they seemed so much darker than the usual shade of green and the sinful smirk on her lips should have told you that she was nothing but trouble still a part of you was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. "I-I wanna touch you as well..please.." You pouted without meaning to, your lips were still tingly from her earlier assault. Wanda let out a chuckle.

"You don't get to decide anything here. Understand?" Wanda raised an eyebrow, waiting for your answer as her hand messed with the upper button of your polo t-shirt. "Yes, Ma'am." You watched as a smiled, pleased with your answer and you wanted to do everything right if that meant you could see her smile like that. It was so different from the one she usually wore around all the other members. It was almost reserved for you and you longed to be that special for her to have a separate kind of smile for you. The thought sounded silly but you loved the idea nonetheless.

"Let's try something different," Wanda said before moving to kiss you again this time more ferociously than earlier and you failed to keep up with her, whimpering when she bit harder onto your lips before sucking them to soothe the pain. You felt her hands grabbing your ass and you gasped in surprise which turned into a sound you weren't even aware that you could make when Wanda's tongue met yours and invaded your mouth like she owned every piece of you. You knew it was a French kiss instantly and tried jogging your memories for any idea on how you could reciprocate but in the end, you just decided to let Wanda do her thing.

You tried pulling away when oxygen became an issue but Wanda seemed to have other plans as her hands cupped your cheeks keeping your face still as she devoured you. Your hands left the place above your head and grabbed at the front of her blouse, tugging and pushing trying to break free of her hold but Wanda didn't spare you until she was satisfied despite your whimpers and push. "We need to work on that stamina of yours."

You looked at the older girl in disbelief as you breathe heavily, taking as much oxygen as your lungs allow you to, the ache in your lungs slowly dissipating and Wanda watched with a smirk, "Poor baby." She faked a pout and you flushed in embarrassment, you knew you were blushing so intensely that you could feel heat running all over your body.

Her hand went to your jaw, her thumb stroking your swollen bottom lip and you stared into her eyes trying to capture her look into your memory forever, her thumb toyed with your lip a little more tugging it down and pressing lightly before stepping back making at least a foot distance and you hated yourself for being so desperate but a whine escaped your lips. You wanted to be close to her.

Wanda laughed softly at your desperation finding the needy look on your face to be adorable but as much as she enjoyed the puppy eyes, she needed to punish you for your crimes. Plus she would hate to admit it and even felt a little guilty but the teary-eyed and wet cheeks look was something she craved at that moment.  "As much as I like kissing you, Darling. I believe we both know that a punishment is in order."

Wanda turned out around to approach the desk ignoring the look on your face, you knew that the pledges were punished but rarely did anyone go into details on what actually happened once they enter the office. You knew it was usually Carol or Natasha dishing out the punishment because of how often you see them dragging Darcy into the office. Darcy once told you that Wanda was the worst when it comes to punishment between the trio.

"I-I am sorry. Please, ma'am, it won't happen again." You pleaded from your spot nervously fidgeting with the hem of your t-shirt, you wished for the woman to just come and hold you instead. "I know you are sorry, Kitten but this is just to make sure that you stay sorry for a long time." Wanda raised her arm, her fingers curling into a gesture asking you to come to her.

"Bend over the desk." You looked over at her, your face still red from the earlier kissing and Wanda smirked seeing the flushed state she had put you in. Your eyes widen when you heard her command, you had heard about the paddling in your first week itself, something about seniors and mentors having such permission but you dismissed them as just rumors and were too shy to even ask Jane about it. She didn't mention any of that when you had messed up before. 

"What's wrong, Baby?" Wanda moved toward you, her hands cupping your cheeks, the touch felt icy to your heated skin. She was feigning sympathy, you could see it in her eyes. "I- Can't I just do extra work.." You mumbled quietly, glancing at the paddle sitting on the desk behind her. You have never been spanked in your whole life yet alone with an instrument like that.

"The extra work is just posters and we can't afford you messing up more of them." Wanda caressed your cheek with her thumb and you felt yourself leaning more into her soft touch despite your tries to be more reserved. She leaned in moving to your ear, a shiver running down your spine as teeth toyed with your earlobe. "I will even let you keep your panties on for your first time."

You stepped back blushing furiously at her words, you opened your mouth to plead but the stern gaze had you shutting up. The rules were the same for everyone. You wouldn't achieve anything apart from more humiliation. You slowly nodded going forward to bend over the desk ignoring the satisfied smug on the older girl's face as Darcy's word reverberated in your head about Wanda being the worst.

"Such a Good Girl." Wanda's hand moved to your back running down your spine to your hips looping into the hooks of your jeans. "Three posters. I would have gone for thirty but I am feeling generous today so Let's go with fifteen. What do you say?"

Wanda squeezed your side when you didn't answer, "Don't you wanna thank me? Here I thought you had manners." The tone she used was clear to you, she wanted you to thank her. To embarrass yourself further. For what? Not getting thirty with that dreaded thing.

"Thank you, ma'am." You said quietly, hiding your face into your arm when her hands pulled down your jeans, you weren't sure if it was possible to get any redder than you already were.  "Count each one, understand Baby?" You squirmed when her fingers traced your thighs.

You jumped up when she smacked your ass with her hand, not expecting it. The sting faded away as quickly as you felt it. "I asked a question, Y/N." You wanted to scream at her but gritted your teeth instead, "S-Sorry. Yes, I understand, Maam."

"Let's begin then." Wanda picked up the paddle beside you and you sucked in a breath anticipating the onslaught.  You cried out when the first smack landed on your right thigh, the uncovered flesh stinging instantly which didn't seem to fade like the one before. No amount of anticipation could have prepared you for this.

"O-One." You counted after Wanda chastised you for forgetting but you couldn't help it, the unexpected sting had you surprised. "If you forget again, we go back to the beginning. Clear?" Wanda's tone was cruel leaving no place for forgiveness.

"C-Clear." You replied before counting through your gritted teeth when another smack fell to the other thigh on the same spot as before with such precision that you understood why everyone feared being in trouble with her. She was firm when it came to discipline. Another two smack on the soft flesh on your thighs, aiming a little lower to your sitting area.

"F-Four Five." You cried out trying to squirm away from the hits but Wanda placed a hand on your waist, halting your movement. "Stay still. If you move again, I will add one every time you move." She warned and the promise was clear in her voice. It was no longer the same honey-like tone she was using earlier with you. This meant business.

You continued counting through your cries, tears were falling freely from your eyes by this point as you hid your face in your arm, the paper underneath you was wet from your tears and you only hoped that those weren't important to the brunette behind you. "That's it. You are getting 17 instead."

"P-Please, I am sorry. I won't move again!" You promised but Wanda was not a force to reckon with. She disregarded your pleading and continued with her spanks which were now aimed directly at your ass, your panties hardly doing anything to protect you.

"T-Ten E-Eleven." You jumped up when Wanda's finger started trailing to the heated flesh of your thighs before caressing the beaten flesh, the cold touch so soothing that you almost pushed back into her hand.

Wanda smirked at the slight backward push you made into her hand, she guessed it was involuntary on your end but it was still pleasurable to know how you sought comfort in the same hand that had been beating some sense into you for the past ten minutes. She listened to your quiet sniffles and whimpers when she pushed too hard, her eyes flickered to your ass covered with your panties. She was tempted to do so many things to you but she wasn't that cruel to have someone's first time in an office on a desk in the middle of a punishment. The least she could do was make this spanking pleasurable but this was solely for punishment despite the wetness pooling in her own panties. She would fix that later in her room.

"Count and Thank me for each one now." You heard her order and you didn't even bother putting up a fight, you just wanted to leave to your room. "Y-Yes Maam." You said slowly, this time anticipating you for the worst pain possible in hope of not jumping up again like before. The first of the last five landed on your ass with much more force than before, reminding you again why she was the worst of the trio to get in trouble with.

"Twelve. Thank you, ma'am." You clenched your jaw, surprising even yourself with the lack of shaking in your voice through the sniffle and the tears were still there. The next one landed shortly after and your breath hitched when you suddenly squirmed a little halting instantly when Wanda placed her hand on your back

"T-Thirteen. Thank you." You whimpered out and were glad that Wanda didn't bring up your squirming and the increased number. You sobbed when two more smacks made contact with your skin and if it wasn't for her hand on your back keeping you still, you would have squirmed again. You quickly counted and thanked her.

"Since it is your first time, I will let you choose the consequences of your transgression earlier." You cried harder at her words, here you thought she had let you off. You should have known better, she wasn't the president for two years straight without any reason. She was a leader. "You could have three more added to your current number or take the last two on your bare bottom."

Wanda wasn't going to lie, the act of mercy was purely because of her own desire to see your naked ass, the piece of clothing had been mocking her since the beginning of the spanking. Now she couldn't wait any more. She heard you mumble that you would take it bare but she ignored it, "What was it, Sweetheart? I couldn't catch that." She knew she was being a total bitch but you were so naive and bend to her whims so easily that she couldn't help herself and toy with you.

"I-I would take the last two..bare bottom." Wanda could hear the embarrassment in your voice as you squirmed on the desk. She wished she could see your face right now, it would have probably been redder than Natasha's hair by now and she would have loved to tease you about it. "Sure, Kitten." She reached forward and easily pulled down the fabric covering you from her hungry gaze. She gripped the paddle tighter in her hand to not jump you right then and there. She wanted to touch but that could wait until she was done.

She reeled her hand back and brought the paddle down on the bright red skin of your ass, hearing you cry out the count and thank loudly before breaking into another sob, Wanda reached forward touching the skin of your ass, the flesh was burning with how hot it was. "Shh, just one more and we are done. You are doing so good." She caressed the hot skin enjoy the softness and the way you moved back into her hand.

She spanked you one last time before putting the paddle away and leaning over you, her hand running caressing your stinging ass before going over to rub your back. "It's over now. You took your punishment so well, Kitten. I am so proud of you." Wanda continued whispering her praise to you until you have calmed down enough, she slowly pulled your panties back up and you whimpered but she instantly ran her fingers through your hair, whispering sweet words of praises, calling you her good girl which tugged at your heart harder than it should have for just empty words.

She helped you pull your pants back up when you had calmed down enough to get off the desk, "Shh, No need to cry now, okay?" She pecked your lips and you nodded slowly yet your eyes betray you as tears continued making their way down your cheeks. "You cry so much. I hardly gave you what I give others." Wanda laughed, shaking her head before reaching for the tissue on the desk. You wondered how anyone could come back here in this room after what she does to them. You would never ever mess up again.

"It hurts.." You mumbled and closed your eyes when Wanda started wiping at your cheeks to get rid of the tears, humming in acknowledgment at what you said, "Yes Because it is supposed to hurt. How else will you learn?" She asked and you shrugged, blushing when she pulled you closer by your waist.

"Plus it can be pleasurable too you know," Wanda told you and you looked at her in disbelief, "How can it be pleasurable.." You muttered incredulously, the ache in your butt being a reminder of the pain. "Want me to demonstrate on you?" Wanda picked up the paddle with one hand while the other kept you close.

"No please!" You tried getting out of her grasp, chuckling when she started laughing at your desperation to stay out of the reach of the wooden instrument. "Fine fine." Wands placed it back on the desk and started leaning to kiss you when her phone started ringing on the desk. She pulled away to see who it was and you almost instantly missed her touch, you didn't understand how you could want to be clingy to the person who just spanked you so painfully despite your crush on her. You needed to be smarter.

"Ah. The event planning meeting." Wanda muttered and put her phone in her pocket. "I have to go, Kitten. You can take the rest of the day off." She leaned forward and kissed you softly and you reciprocated instantly as much as you could in the brief kiss you were blessed with. "You learned your lesson right?"

"Y-Yes, Maam."

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You walked into your room and saw a letter from the seniors on the bed and you instantly went to open it, a dread sitting in the pit of your stomach as your mind was filled with worst of the scenarios such as you getting kicked out of the sorority but what you read inside was totally different. You didn't know if you should be happy or sad.

You turned the letter around in your hand, it said that you are to be replaced with Darcy, Jane's new mentee while you were chosen to be the mentee of the president, the first time she chose someone. You were to shift room and move to the one across the president herself which made sense as the mentor and mentee had room closer to each other. You couldn't believe this. You wondered how would Jane react. You would miss her, she was the nicest person here who let you off for every little mistake you make but you doubt if it would be the same with Wanda.

you knew it would be the opposite, Wanda would shape you into the perfect sorority member and you dreaded her ways to achieve that yet a part you was still excited to live across her and be in her presence. Have those plump lips kiss you again and again until you could finally keep up. The thought alone made you a giggly mess. The sting in your butt is long forgotten. (Until you sit down again.)

Time to step up your game.

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A/N - I would love to hear your ideas and thoughts about this AU.

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Tags- (people I think would enjoy this but you are free to ignore this as well. Sorry for the bother <3) @ladyylesbian @domromanoff @xxxtwilightaxelxxx @natashaswifey @temptationsbrew @twilight-99-tm @wellsayhelloaagin @frostedfaves @missmonsters2 @didujustcallmedumb

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Gold Rush- A WandaNat AU

After Glow

Summary - Wanda and Natasha takes care of the reader while reader figures out her feelings for Wanda.

Warning - none. Lots of fluff, Teeth rotting fluff, Beware of that, Sleep deprived author.

A/N- Thank you so much for the support on the Gold Rush AU. Many of you asked for some after care so here it is!

Hope you all love it as well. Feel free to send requests or ideas. Criticisms are also welcomed.

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"She is too exhausted and probably fall asleep right here" Wanda pointed out and Natasha slumped on her chair, breathing heavily from the fucking. "Take her to our room and run a bath please.." She said and Wanda rolled her eyes. "Of course. Talk to Stark." She reminded and you watched with tired eyes as she easily picked you up bridal style, too tired to even complain about it, you nuzzled your face in her neck.

"If that's how she becomes after a fuck, maybe you should do it every time she is here." Wanda tugged you closer and adjusted you in her hold.

Natasha laughed and sit up straighter, "You want me to spoil her?" She asked with a tired smile and Wanda shrugged, "As If you already don't do it."  She pointed out and Natasha rolled her eyes, "I do not. I am strict and cold and-" Natasha paused to think of something only for Wanda to interrupt her.

"Please don't search your dictionary for the words that aren't even there." Wanda teased and Natasha couldn't help but laugh as well. "You enjoy when she is a brat to you." She stopped playing with your hair and began again immediately when you let out a whine, tugging on her top. She caught Natasha's smile at your action and gave her a knowing smirk as if to say 'told you so'.

"And you don't?" Natasha asked with a roll of her eyes as she picked up a pen and scribbling something down in her notebook.

"It depends," Wanda trailed off, her hand running soothingly in your hair. "I enjoy the taming but I prefer obedience the most." She scratched on a particular spot and watched as you let out a contented sigh in your sleepy state.

"Soo Scary, Miss Maximoff." Natasha mocked teasingly, her eyes fixated on your sleeping figure in Wanda's arm. "I am almost scared for my princess now."

"You should be because when I will punish her," She stood up fixing her hold on you, "She will think of your punishments as a walk in the park."

"Yeah yeah, just run us a bath and I will be up after this call." Natasha waved her hand in dismissal, picking up her phone.

Wanda walked out and toward their room, "Let's get you all cozy." She placed you gently on the bed and almost laughed when you refused to let go of off her. "Just a min, Sugar." She untangled herself from you and walked into the bathroom, running a bath for you and Natasha.

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You felt someone nudging you and you snuggled further into the soft body holding you to avoid the nudge. "Come on, Malishka." Natasha's raspy voice filled your ears and you let out a groan of annoyance, your muscles were feeling sore from earlier and you wanted nothing but to lay in this bed forever.

"Five more minutes, please." You nuzzled the body next to you, "No, you haven't even use the bathroom yet. Come on, get up please." Your eyes widen slightly hearing the gentle voice of Wanda, the person you were snuggling in your sleep. Your face got red and you pulled away quickly, only to turn on your sore ass from the spanking, Natasha laughed at your expression.

"Sorry. You wouldn't let me go in your sleep and you looked too pretty to disturb." Wanda explained watching you with affection and you nodded slowly, your cheeks tinted with red.

"Come on, go use the bathroom, Wanda ran us a warm bath for your sore muscles." Natasha helped you up slowly and you cracked your neck side to side and giggled as she cringed. "I hate when you do it."

"That's why I do, Mommy." You shot Natasha a mischievous smile that broadened once you heard Wanda's laugh. "You little brat." You quickly ran past Natasha, yelping and pouting when her hand swat at your butt.

"This is for you Mommy." You stopped at the door, grinning at Natasha as you cracked your fingers altogether before quickly closing the door, hearing Natasha calling you a brat again.

"Don't you dare say it." Natasha warned with a pointed finger at Wanda who gave her a look of disbelief, her smile betraying, "I didn't even say anything." Laughing when Natasha threw a pillow at her which she easing caught in her hands.

"You both are a brat." Natasha muttered silently, walking over to the washroom, "Pick out some movie for us to watch."

"With that attitude, I am not picking out shit."

"Your highness, we would highly appreciate it if you can pick out some movies for your lowly peasants," Natasha said somewhat statistically, doing a courtesy for a good measure.

"That's more like it." Wanda got up with a grace of a queen and before Natasha could continue their banter, you called out to her from the bathroom.

"You are dismissed, peasant."

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You pouted at the redhead immediately when she entered the bathroom. "What took you so long?" You asked while waving your hand in the water bubbles collecting some and then blowing them over to Natasha who watched you with a loving gaze making you very conscious of yourself.

"Mommy.." You called softly and she snapped out of it, "Yeah Princess?" She asked while getting rid of her clothing to join you in the tub. "No-Nothing." You watched her bare body, admiring the curves and the muscles until you could see no more as Natasha got into the tub, in front of you, with a smirk.

"Enjoyed the view?" She questioned while motioning you to come over, "I forgot to capture it, can I get another?" You scooted over to her and heard her chuckle, before pulling you closer, your bareback resting against her front.

"We will see." You heard her whisper and shuddered when one of her hands caressed your arm, your interest with the bubbles slightly lost. "Was it too much for you?" You heard her question and knew exactly what she was talking about.

You were not sure what to say. It was anything but bad. In fact, it was one of the best sex you had with Natasha. Wanda's presence added more to it. You certainly didn't dislike what she did. Hell, she didn't even kiss you but you were glad for that because even you didn't know how you would have reacted to that. You both were supposed to hate each other right? Then why couldn't you do it? Why didn't you use your safe word?

All these questions needed answers, answers which you weren't sure of but one thing you could say with certainty, you didn't dislike Wanda anymore and she certainly wasn't going to take Natasha away from you. That could be a good thing, right? Rest could wait. Now all you wanted was to cuddle your mommy and bathe in the aftercare.

"No. It was perfect, Mommy." You answered turning slightly to give her a reassuring smile, scrunching your nose when she put some foam on it. "Wanda's presence didn't make you uncomfortable?" She asked and you turn back around with a soft sigh, leaning back when Natasha started caressing her shampoo in your hair. Your heart fluttering at the prospect of smelling like her when you go home.

"No. If it had, I would have told you." You answered wishing She would just drop it for some other day but knew that she was the only one who could help you figure it out. "Good Girl." The praise feeling you up with warmth.

"What is our number one rule during play?" She gently tilted your head back and you closed your eyes, enjoying the way her fingers massaged your scalp. "Never feel bad for using the safe word. No matter what."

"Yes. Always remember that." Natasha placed her lips on your cheek and you felt a smile blooming on your lips at the gesture. A quick knock was heard on the door and Natasha looked over at you, asking your permission which you gave silently by turning to play with foam, covering yourself completely in it except your head.

"Come in, Your Highness." Natasha quipped and you giggled at her tone. You heard Wanda enter the bathroom, watching her from the corner of your eye, She had a glass of wine on a tray, for Natasha probably, knowing how much the woman loves a glass of wine during baths.

"Shut it. Or I am taking it back." The brunette warned, taking a step back. "You wouldn't." You heard Natasha from behind you and completely turned around to watch the banter, you always enjoyed it. "Try me." Wanda winked at you before turning to the redhead who instantly surrendered with a huff, you laughed at her before poking her cheek with your foam-covered finger.

She grabbed your hand in hers, while sipping her wine with her other hand. "Thank you, babe." She said to Wanda and you watched as the brunette leaned in pecking her gently on the lips, the action so domesticated that for a moment you felt out of place but it vanished instantly when Wanda shot you a tiny smile, while Natasha squeezed your hand.

"You both should get out now or she will prune," Wanda muttered and you nodded slightly, your eyes following the movement of her hand as she wiped the foam away from your nose and cheeks, her hand warm to your cold skin. Her hand dipped into the water and she looked at Natasha in disbelief.

"She can get sick." Wanda exclaimed to Natasha and you watched as Natasha looked at her sheepishly, "Sorry, we almost lost track of time." You watched as the brunette rolled her eyes before getting up and grabbing a big fluffy towel before approaching you.

"Glad to know I am so loved," Natasha said sarcastically but you were too busy blushing over the fact that it was you who were the cause of Wanda's worry. "You are the reason to blame if she catches a cold tomorrow." Wanda retorted before opening the towel for you to step in and you felt your cold body heating up at being naked again in front of the brunette but this time you felt more naked than before as you slowly rose from the water before quickly stepping into the towel or more like into her waiting arms. Your heart fluttering with warmth.

"She will be fine. Please don't catch a cold, Malishka. I don't want her to nag me tomorrow." Natasha turned to you as she dried her hair, rubbing her head with the towel.

"Please don't tell me, this is how you dried her hair in the past." You watched the concerned expression on Wanda's face and giggled softly. "What's wrong with it?" Natasha asked in confusion and you closed your eyes for Wanda to dry your hair but only felt gentle dabs of the towel on your head.

"You will know when you will go bald," Wanda said and before Natasha could reply, the bathroom was filled with your laughter. You wanted to control it but you couldn't stop it and soon enough the other two women's laughter mixed with yours, filling the air with pure joy.

"And whose side are you on, Princess?" Natasha asked you as she wrapped a towel around herself, placing the one in her hand down on the counter.

"Sorry Mommy, I don't wanna go bald." You replied and grinned when Wanda laughed above you, setting the towel down.

"You traitor." Natasha faked a tone of disbelief. "Guess you can say bye to pizza tonight." You laughed, letting Wanda fixed the towel wrapped around you. "Don't worry, I will buy you all the pizza you want," Wanda said putting the towel she was using to dry your hair aside.

"Whose spoiling her now?" Natasha asked Wanda who looked a little like a deer caught in the headlights.

"I am not. You can't deprive someone of pizza. That's basic human rights." Wands replied with determination and you looked at the woman in awe.

"Where were you my whole life?"

"Right here, Sugar."

"You two are annoying."

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A/N - It is 5 AM here but I kinda promised my two anons that I will post tonight so here it is.

Hope you all liked it! Please ignore some mistakes, it must be because I am kinda sleepy now.

Thank you for reading!! 💕

[lesbesapphic]

Invisible String

(Natasha x Reader)

Summary - Based on a request.

Natasha the popular football team captain is dating the invisible nerd reader. Everything was going great until Natasha's fear for her fame gets in between. What happens when someone starts showing special interest in reader? Will Natasha finally put love over popularity? Or the invisible string finally break?

Warning - Angst, jealousy, anger?, sadness, smut, I guess there is none. Didn't proof read.

Words - 6.5k

A/N ; Hey Everyone!

Thank you for all the love you all are showing me. Please feel free to put ideas in my ask box.

Hey Anon! I hope you liked it, I haven't tried anything like this before and it was my first time, I still put my heart and soul into it despite the conjunctivitis eating me alive. Lol. I just hope you like it. It is 4 in the morning and I am only updating for you. Thank you for being patient. 💕

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You watched from the bleachers as Natasha made a perfect dive in the air then coming back down on her feet with the soccer ball in her hands, her hair tied behind in a ponytail, her T-shirt was sticking to her figure giving you a view, you would be lying if you said you weren't scared of the dive hurting the redhead.

The other players hurdled around Natasha giving her pats of appreciation and the smile on her face made you jealous of the people surrounding her, they could be closer to the red-haired beauty, while you could only watch from far away.

"You will burn a hole in her head from the staring." Grace threw a crumpled piece of paper at Your head and you flinched before turning your head to glare at the younger girl.

"I wasn't staring," You said and stole one last glance at the team's captain before turning to your friends completely.

You all had a free period and you decided to spend time on the bleachers, talking and enjoying the weather and in your case the view of your gorgeous girlfriend running and saving the day.

"You kind of were." Hannah butted in and you gave a look of disbelief to your best friend while Grace cheered, she always enjoyed teasing you about your crush on Natasha, if only she knew about your relationship with the girl.

"Will you guys ever stop with this teasing?" You asked with a sigh, a little worried about blowing your cover and ruining Natasha's image, she has already warned you several times and even though you hated not being able to hold her hand in the hallways, sit with her in the cafeteria or kiss her in the locker room, you would still choose to have her in private than not having her at all.

"Not anytime soon," Grace replied with a grin and you rolled her eyes, throwing the crumpled paper from earlier back at her. "Did you even prepare for the test?" You questioned, deciding on changing the topic, your eyes momentarily searched the field for your girlfriend and your eyes met hers, you almost smiled until you saw the look on her face.

Her fingers doing the signal and you turned to your friends, "Shit, I think I forgot my assignment in my locker. I am gonna go get it. See you two soon!" You didn't even wait for their reply as you picked up your bag and ran to the empty auditorium.

You quickly tried catching your breath, running your hand through your hair, pushing up your glasses, you tried to look as presentable as you could for the arrival of your beautiful girlfriend. You didn't have to wait too long as the door opened and in came Natasha with her slightly wet hair, probably from the shower.

"Hey." You greeted her with a smile before rummaging through your bag, "I got you this." You held out a tiffin box containing the cookies you baked yesterday. Hoping it would drive off whatever the look she had given you on the ground.

"What's this?" Natasha asked with a raise of an eyebrow as she took the box from you, a small smile playing on her lips. "Are you trying to bribe me now, my little nerd?"

You rolled your eyes at the silly name before giving her a sheepish smile, "Maybe, will it work?" You asked batting your eyes at her and you watched as she let out a chuckle before moving forward to easily trap you against her and stage, putting the box beside your head.

"How many times have I told you to not hang out on the bleachers? Hmm?" Natasha asked as she nuzzled your neck, her lips tracing the skin and biting down harshly when you didn't answer immediately. You let out a gasp, your mind scrambling to formulate the answer. "A f-few times?" You replied, your voice so uncertain that it sounded more like a question, your hands reaching up and tangling in her hair, pushing her further in. Wanting her as near as possible, the smell of bodywash around you making you let out a sigh of content.

"More. You know I get distracted with you there baby." She pulled back a little to look into your eyes and you blushed at the innocent reason, no matter how many times you hear it or pay for it, it still makes you feel the most special person in her life. "Then people might get suspicious."

"Of course, why would the popular Natasha even glance at the lowly nerd like me?" You mocked and the redhead rolled her eyes, before going back to planting kisses on your neck, her hands undoing your shirt and you arched a little bit forward.

"I hate when you get sassy like this." She grumbled, her hand moving to your chest, pushing your bra down to get full access to your breast as she circled a nipple before pinching it in between her thumb and finger. You hissed arching forward into her touch. "Yeah then do something about it." You muttered leaning forward to capture her lips with yours in a passionate seal.

Natasha's expertise fingers squeezed your breast one last time before quickly working with the button on your jeans, her fingers diving into your heat, groaning when she noticed your arousal. "So wet already..." She observed pushing her fingers past your lips to circle the hardened nub making you let out small gasps and moans, trying to be as quiet as possible.

"O-Only for you." You said closing your eyes when her fingers pushed into your past your entrance pumping in and out with ease. "M-More, Fuck Natasha." You groaned, moving your hips forward to meet her languid thrust which increased when she added another finger.

"Tell me who does this wet pussy belongs to?" Natasha growled kissing your lips with a bruising force after you uttered her name. You could feel your orgasm building and the moment you thought you were there, she pulled her fingers out, leaving you high and dry.

"What the hell? Babe?!" You questioned, your frustration of not having a release and annoyance of it happening again, mixing together, "Why would you do that? How many times I have told you not to?!" You asked in disbelief and watched as the red head's smirk widened while she licked her fingers clean of your juices. You wanted nothing but to wipe off the evil smirk off her beautifully cruel face.

"A f-few times?" It took you a moment to realize that she had copied your tone from earlier and you give her a blank face and she laughed, "Oh come on! I will make up to you later tonight." She pecked your lips and you pouted at her when she started fixing you back up, putting your bra back in its place, buttoning your shirt and jeans. Her hand running through your hair, before pushing your glasses up and then pully your cheeks, cooing at you, "My adorable nerd."

"I hate you." You said blankly and swatted her hand away from your cheek and she rolled her eyes with an amused smile on her lips, "I love you too baby. Thank you for the cookies but I rather not take it with me." Natasha kissed your lips one last time before pulling away to lean beside you on the stage, taking out a cookie from the box.

"Why?" You asked in confusion, your brows furrowing together. Natasha snorted, "No one except you brings this kind of lunchbox, nerd." She pointed out holding a cookie up to your lips and your bite in annoyance.

"Yeah of course. Next time when I am over to your place, please explain to me that why," Natasha paused finishing her cookie and shutting the box again. "A grown-up young adult needs to have whatever this character is on their lunchbox." She grimaced at the image of ryuk and you rolled your eyes at her.

"Well, not my problem that you people don't have any taste." You grumbled around the cookie, your eyes taking in the red-headed beauty, the way she casually leaned on the stage, each action of her seems to pull you in further. The black leather jacket making her look more of a badass than she already was.

"It's a shinigami."

"Yeah that. You are crazy." She pecked your lips before tapping your head with the lunch box, not so gently then placing it in your hands. You pouted rubbing your head and watched as she took a step back, knowing she was leaving. "You aren't going to stay?"

"No, my friends must be looking for me."

"Yeah, the popular ones." You muttered in a sore tone and Natasha sighed, "Please don't start again, I am excited to see you tonight. Don't ruin it." She warned you before flicking your nose and kissing you one last time.

"You are my biggest bully." You pushed her rubbing your nose, watching as she let a laugh, giving you a wink before bidding farewell.

Leaving you behind with nothing but her lips on your mind.

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You walked out of the auditorium after five minutes to not draw any attention. Sometimes Natasha's rules annoy you to no end but you knew it was just to not get people suspicious of you two.

"Nice lunchbox." You heard a voice from behind you and you turned around to see a brunette standing under the shade of a tree, with a juice box in her hand. You tried deciphering the tone of her sentence.

"Shinigamis are cool." She said pushing herself off the tree and walking closer, you instantly recognized the brunette as Wanda Maximoff, the cheer captain.

"I guess." You fiddled with the box in your hand as you tried figuring out the reason Wanda Maximoff was talking to you. "Are you nervous?" She chuckled and you blushed slightly.

"No. I just don't understand why you are talking to me." You looked up at her with much more confidence than before and she smiled at you, a genuine smile. "Are you a bully?" She asked genuinely and you frowned.

"No of course not."

"Then why can't I talk to you?" She asked in confusion and you looked at her as if it was the most stupid question ever. "You are Wanda Maximoff."

"Yeah, and you?"

"That's not the point. You are the Cheer Captain. Aren't you afraid that your popularity would go down if anyone sees you interacting with...me?" You pointed out, looking around afraid for the girl in question who only looked at you like you had said the most ridiculous thing ever.

"That's the most stupid thing I have heard today. Anyway, What's in the box?" She asked before stealing it from you, "Hey! Don't you have manners?" You asked and She laughed.

"Says the one who judges people on popularity." Wanda rolled her eyes, opening the box, "Ooh cookies! Can I try one? Please." She asked and you stared at her with wonder.

"You already stole my lunch box. What's stopping you from stealing the cookie?" You asked with a shrug, watching as she pouted adorably, "Well that was different. So can I have it? Coach didn't let us eat lunch today."

"Is that suppose to melt me?"

"Yes. Is it working?"

You rolled your eyes and waved at her in dismissal, "Sure. You can have it since the person I got it for, doesn't care about it." You muttered in a sour tone which changed instantly when Wanda let out a moan, eating the cookie in pure happiness.

"They must be stupid. This is so tasty. Where did you get them from?" She asked, in between her chewing.

"Yeah, They are. I baked them actually." You answered enjoying the appreciation, "You can keep it if you want. If being seen around with that nerdy box won't affect your popularity." You added and watched as Wanda grimaced at your words.

"Thank you and no it won't affect shit. I think it is cool." She waved the closed box around for emphasis and you gave her a tiny smile. A part of you wished for Natasha to be like this about you.

"Shit!" You cursed when you heard the bell, knowing your next class was on the other side of the building. "I have to go! See you around!" You ran toward the building, Wanda's laughter could be heard in the distance.

"Bye Bye, Cookie Girl!" She called after you and you couldn't help but smile at the name. Mentally, scolding yourself for saying you will see her around. She was the Wanda Maximoff. Plus Natasha would be mad if she finds out about your interaction with her. It was better to stay away.

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Your blood boiled seeing Natasha and Bucky flirt down the hallway across you, your whole mood ruined. It ruined the moment when Natasha dropped you off four blocks away from the school. Natasha's insecurity about being seen with you was hurtful. You had started feeling insecure about yourself with how much she avoids you on school ground.

"What crawled up your ass and died?" Grace asked standing beside you and you turned to give her a sharp glare.

"A vermin." Your sharp tone catching her by surprise and she quickly raised her hand in surrender and you let out a sigh, trying to calm yourself but it being a difficult task when you can hear your girlfriend's flirty laughter just down and across the hallway.

"You sure you are okay?" She asked and you nodded, letting another sigh out. "I am fine. Just tired." You glanced one last time at the popular duo before turning to your friend completely.

"Didn't sleep well?" Your mind instantly was filled with flashes of Natasha and You and a smile formed on your lips. "A little but it's nothing."

"Sucks! You know I finished the series you recommended!" Grace started talking about some anime and your mind wandered to your relationship with Natasha. Just a few days ago Natasha left you on one of your date nights to hang out with her friends, claiming if she didn't, they would get suspicious. The way she was being so paranoid was giving you anxiety.

And now the attention she was showing to Bucky, you watched as her hand twirled around her hair strand. Okay she was flirting. That is her move. You would know because of the million times she used it on you. You didn't understand what was up with her lately, she was becoming someone else entirely.

You remember the time when things were different, you and Natasha used to hang around each other all the time until she joined the soccer team and got new friends while you stayed where you were, nose buried in books. You almost wished you had listen to her and join those cool clubs she asked you to. Maybe then things would have been different.

"What's up with you? Are you even listening to me?" Grace snapped her fingers in front of your face and you snapped out of your train of thoughts. "I am sorry.. I am just not feeling well." You ran a hand through your hair.

"Do you have a fever?" She placed her hand on your forehead and shook her head, "Your temperature feels okay. Do you want to go to the nurse? The hot one?" She wiggled her eyebrows at you suggestively and you laughed pushing her away.

"No.. I will be fine." You reassured and Grace let out a sad sigh, "Plus I don't want to watch you flirt with the nurse while I die there in pain." You pointed and she rolled her eyes.

"How rude. Let's go now." She started dragging you to your class and you stole one last glance at Natasha and Bucky deciding to talk to her about it later.

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"Are you kidding me?" You asked sharply, not even believing what you were hearing from her. Natasha looked blankly at you. "I am not. It is important."

You scoffed a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief, "For what? Another boost to your popularity? So that you can create more distance between us?" You questioned and watched as she let out a sigh before rubbing her face with her hands, her eyebrow twitching, clearly a sign of frustration. Any other time you would have stopped pushing her at the slightest sign of her annoyance but you didn't care. You were tired of being her second choice.

"It isn't like that. My friends are suspicious, he will just work as a beard for me." She said running her hand through her hair in frustration. You shook your head, "Are they even your friend if they are judging you on your every move?" You asked and Natasha moved closer to you, taking your hand in hers. In some sort of way to calm you down with physical touch but something in you keep bubbling in the form of anger.

"Baby, it is just until graduation."

"I don't care. I feel disgusted being your dirty little secret! I hate it. I hate your friends! I hate how you make me feel every time we are around each other in school." Your voice raised a bit and you felt your face heating up from blood rushing to it. "As if you are ashamed of me."

"Stupid me! You are ashamed of me!" You said and pulled your hand away from her hold, stepping back. The physical proximity only making you feel angrier at her, at yourself, at this situation. "You know that's not true, I love you." Natasha looked into your eyes with her jaded green one, a pleading look in them.

"Really? Then let's go kiss in the hallway in front of all your stupid friends." You challenged and Natasha looked away, "That's what I thought." You whispered, your eyes stinging with unshed tears.

"Y/N, please. I can't lose my captaincy, my reputation. It's important to me." She stepped closer and tried reaching for you again as if she wanted the physical contact this time for herself, to comfort and reassure herself of the situation being under control but you instantly took a step back avoiding her touch, knowing it was from done.

"More than me?" You bit your bottom lip to stop it from trembling, "Of course not. They are two different things." Natasha shook her head quickly.

"Yes, but they have a direct cause and effect relationship." You argued and wiped at your cheek when a tear slipped from your eye, "You should choose what's more important to you."

"Please don't do this baby. This is ridiculous. You don't want me to hang out around Bucky? Fine! I won't. Happy?" Natasha asked, her face turning into a scowl indicating her temper but you refused to back down.

"It isn't about him anymore. I want to be able to love you freely. I want to be able to sit beside you in the cafeteria, I want to be able to hold your hand and walk you down the hallway to your class, I want to be able to kiss you without feeling disgusting or ashamed of ruining your reputation." You moved closer to Natasha, taking her hand in yours kissing her knuckles slowly. "Don't you want that as well?"

"Not at the cost of everything I have worked for." She answered in a soft whisper filled with remorse, panic rising in her eyes and she opened her mouth to deny you but it was too late. You dropped her hand, tears falling freely down your cheeks now. "Then maybe we aren't just meant for each other."

"Baby please don't say that. I swear I am not gonna hang out with him anymore." Natasha grabbed your hand again in hers and you tried pulling away but her grip just tightened. "It isn't about him anymore Natasha, I have told you, what I want." You said and watched as the determined expression of hers faltered slightly.

"You will bring him up again in few weeks and I won't be able to say no then and will just cry on my way back home." Natasha's own eyes started filling with tears at the prospect of where things were going, she refused to let her tears out and you pulled your hand away from her grip, this time the red-head let it go.

"Let me make this decision for myself when I can." You whispered, your own tears falling freely now, you watched with a dull ache in your chest as Natasha's shoulders shake while she hung her head low. She was trying to hold back her cries.

"You said you wouldn't push me into making us public." Natasha pointed out, her jaw tightened, a fire in her teary eyes, you knew exactly what she was doing, covering her emotions with anger. "Don't go there, now." You pointed out and flinched when Natasha cut you off with a yell.

"I will go wherever the fuck I want!" You stepped back with a sigh, wiping your cheeks, you wished she had acted a little bit maturely but you didn't blame her either. It was just how she was, she would cover her pain with anger just like she knew how you were, too stubborn to go back. "You promised!"

"I did! But that was when you didn't constantly make me feel like I am walking around you on eggshells! That was when you actually treated me like a person instead of a low-class nerd who would ruin everything for you! But you are too attached to just let go!" You yelled back, not caring if any passerby were to hear you, picking up your bag, you turned to leave.

"I hate you." You heard Natasha's cracking whisper and refused to look at her, knowing you might crumble seeing her crying. You left the room leaving behind Natasha to pick up the shards of a broken home that once was yours.

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It has been a few days since your break up with Natasha and things had been eventful. She has gone from trying to get your attention to ignoring you to giving anyone you talk to looks filled with hatred and jealousy. It doesn't draw much attention because most of the people you interact with are the nerds and geeks, who are the usual target of bullying. Natasha's strange behavior passing off like that.

Just yesterday she has pushed past a guy so harshly that he was slammed against the locker next to you, only because he was talking to you and was too close for the redhead's liking. You almost wanted to go after her and give her a piece of her mind but controlled yourself for her and your sake as well. She was just grieving. It would be okay, you had reassured yourself.

What Natasha failed to notice was, her giving so much attention to people around you, has brought the attention of other kids in her clique to notice you. It wasn't anything bad but just the usual, being called nerd here and there which the redhead had failed to notice, being too busy pushing people away from you.

Your friendship with Wanda had grown as well, the only person Natasha couldn't just scare away. The cheer captain was always around the corner, pulling you into any conversation about baking. Could you even name it a friendship? More like an acquaintance.

"Hey Cookie girl." Speak of the devil. Wanda leaned against your locker and you glanced over at the brunette dressed in her cheerleader uniform, the skirt revealing her long creamy legs.

"I told you it's Y/N." You rummaged through your locker for an extra pencil, forgetting yours at home. "And I told you, Cookie sounds better." Before you could deny the girl, she spoke again.

"Anyways! Guess what I got you?" You turned to her, watching as she held up your lunchbox in her hands with a smile on her lips. "My lunchbox?" You asked a little confused and amused at the antics of the other girl. The stares around you two are not so prominent anymore.

You still remember the first time Wanda approached you on your locker, gushing about how her locker is just two lockers away from yours and how she was finding it out now. The people in the hallway had stopped whatever they were doing to stare at you two as Wanda continued to chatter next to you. You almost felt scared for the girl but nothing seemed to happen to her as she was there again the next day, and the day after.

Unbeknownst to her, a certain redhead would seethe fire everytime she would caught you smiling or laughing at something Wanda had done.

"You are one dumb cookie." You rolled your eyes at the half-hearted insult and Wanda opened the box revealing choco-chip cookies inside. "I baked them! Trying your recipe, tell me how they taste." Apparently you were too hesitant for the her liking because she took the matter in her hand, feeding you the cookie herself.

You chewed softly, feeling stares on you, you glanced around catching the  jade green eyes, a familiar fire in them. Natasha was peering over you two from her locker, wearing a simple denim jeans and while t shirt, her soccer jacket on top of her shoulder, her grip on the handle so tight that her knuckles were turning white. "So?"

"It isn't bad.." You started, the cookie wasn't actually so bad. A little underbaked in the middle, giving the feel of eating cookie dough once you start chewing. The sides were a bit hard but everything else was tasty. Now how do you tell this to the bubbly cheer captain without hurting her feelings.

"But it isn't good." Wanda said grimly, her smile falling and you instantly shook your head, "No no! It is..good. The taste is immaculate. It is just the texture, it is under-baked in some parts like when you lay it down to bake, do you.." Before you could continue, a figure loomed over you two, slender fingers taking the half-bitten cookie out of your hand.

"It tastes shitty," Natasha said after taking the bite of it and throwing it in Wanda's open tiffin. "No, it isn't." You tried defending but it was in vain as the two girls stared each other down.

"So now I know it does taste good. Thank you, Natasha." Wanda replied shutting the box with a sigh, "I was gonna give them to you but I guess I need to improve my skills first."

"No, they are perfect, Wanda. Almost like cookie dough and I love cookie dough!" You reassured and winced when Natasha elbowed your side, you shot the red head a glare, rubbing your side, her eyes were fixated on drilling holes on the side of Wanda's head.

"Why do you have Y/N's lunch box?" Natasha asked Wanda, a edge in her voice and you wondered why the bell wasn't going off, you didn't want Natasha to scare Wanda away as well. The brunette has been nothing but sweet to you.

"How do you know it is her lunch box?" Wanda asked back and caught Natasha off guard. "Anyone can spot a nerd's lunchbox." She replied but her voice wasn't much convincing. You weren't going to lie, this one actually hurt. Here you thought she would learn from mistakes.

"Then why do you care so much?" This time it was you, who asked the question and it was evident in the red head's face that she knew she had hit a nerve. "Y/N." Her voice was a bit softer and you uncrossed your arms, taking Wanda by her arm, "Let's get out of here," Wanda let you guide her, with an amusing grin on her face, knowing not many people could talk to Natasha like that, there must be a story behind it.

You could hear the slam of a hand on a locker behind you, making you wince as you left with Wanda, leaving  behind the red head to deal with her jealousy.

"What was that about?"

"It's...a long story."

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You walked into the classroom, usually you would have sat in your usual place, a seat which gave you and Natasha easy access to interact with one another, hidden from the prying eyes of people. Benefit being that none of Natasha's friends were in this class so she could occasionally seat just behind you in the back of the classroom, next to the wall.

You smiled sadly at the memory of being paired with the red head for the quiz, how she flirted with you, pretending to be meeting you for the first time. You blinked away the memory and the stinging of tears in your eyes, you were still upset at what happened between you two but after crying for three days straight, you were finally finding your footing. Now you only cry at night, if it can be counted as an achievement.

Come to think of it, the only two emotions, you were capable of feeling these days were sadness when Natasha wasn't around and Anger when she was around with that hesitant smile of a kicked puppy. Not to mention the way she would play with her hands or rub her neck, her eyes constantly searching you. It was becoming particularly awful for you because you didn't know how to react, your anger getting best of you each time.

Similar to right now, the red head stared at you, her hand nervously tapping against the desk stopping and pointing subtly toward the empty seat in front of her, her green eyes softly pleading similar to a puppy wanting a treat. You hadn't expected her to be in the classroom so early, she was usually the one to trudge in late after the bell had rang, maybe she was early to see you. You almost felt your anger dissipating but you shook the feeling away. You gave Natasha a blank face before moving to sit with Sandra, the girl Natasha hated dearly because according to the red head, Sandra only flirts with you while you thought she was just being nice.

"Hey Babe, what pleasure do I owe to have you sit near me?" Okay, she might be a little bit over friendly but the look on Natasha's face was worth it. "Hey Sandra," You said shyly, your eyes darting toward Natasha who was throwing daggers at the blonde girl's head.

"How is the debate club going?" You asked and watched as the girl dived into a enthusiastic conversation about the tournament they were planning to win. You laughed and nodded at the right time, your fingers touching the side of your ear every once in a while, playing with your hair. You smirked when you watched Natasha's knuckles turning white around the pencil. Just a little force and the poor stick would break in two, her arms muscles flexing underneath her sleeves and you licked your lip subconsciously.

"That sounds really fun. I wish I could tag along to see that play out." You said before moving your hand to Sandra's hair, a tiny feather was stuck to it. "Sorry, you had something." You said, your cheeks tinting as well as a full blown blush covered the girl's face. "O-Oh that's..Than-"

"Move." Natasha's cold voice interrupted the poor girl and you turned slightly to stare at the red head, ready to give her an earful but the look on her face had you thinking twice and damn that eyebrow raise directed to you. It sent shiver down your spine.

I was here first, Romanoff. Maybe If you had shown a little bit of respect, I would have considered." Your eyes widen at the guts of the blonde girl. You didn't expect Sandra to react like that but you doubt her caring about Natasha's reputation.

"Respect? To -"

"Natasha, please." You interrupt her quietly, your hand squeezing her wrist lightly, you didn't want to create a scene and hurt her precious popularity. "Why don't you come sit with me? I have to ask you some maths question." Natasha turned to you and you could clearly see the lie, Natasha was way better with numbers than you. In fact it was her who often helped you out with problems.

"I don't want to.." You whispered and watched as Natasha's face fell, she had turned to you with much confidence and you knew the rejection must be hurting but you were too. You were rejected a thousand times by her for friends, for her parties, for her popularity.

Then why the ache in your heart got stronger as you watched her chew on her bottom lip, nodding a few times as if she was making herself understand the reality and the gravity behind the simple rejection. Her eyes watery as she turned away, trudging back to her seat with a crestfallen look. Her head down as she stared at her lap. You felt your eyes watering as well, the remorse and the pain increasing with each passing second, you could no longer bear to see her.

"I a-am sorry, I have to go." You got up picking up your bag, you left the classroom, the bell going off indicating the start of the period and you didn't have the heart to sit in that room with someone else after rejecting to sit with Natasha. It was either her or no one.

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"Get out of my way." You were pushed hard against the locker by someone and your assignment sheets fell down the binding opening and your pages scattering on the floor. Your arm throbbed in pain and you could imagine a bruise forming there.  One look at the scattered pages that you spend hours putting together even missing out your breakfast for it, your anger got the best of you.

"Fuck you!" You yelled loudly and the hallway grew quiet, the chatterings dying down slowly as they watched the commotion. "What did you say?" The girl asked, from her jersey you assumed she was someone on Natasha's team.

"Y/N.. Leave it." It was Hanna, who bend down to quickly pick up the pages. You bit your lip and didn't bother replying, hoping the girl would let it go as well but instead she approached you, her hands raising up her sleeves, kicking the pages from Hanna's hand mutteringthe word 'nerd' as an insult at your friend. "Cat got your tongue?"

"Get a pair of glasses if you have trouble seeing people in the hallway. I am sure one of the 'nerds' could let you burrow their." You said with a sickly sweet smile, air quoting the word 'nerds', some of the people snickering in the crowd. The girl's face got red in embarrassment.

The girl raised her hands pushing you back into the lockers with so much force that the sound of the slam made the people around wince. You groaned in pain, the handle of the locker dug into your back harshly, tears welled up in your eyes. "Why don't I break yours first?"

"Get away fro-" Before you could say anything, an unxpected fist collide with your cheek, the ring digging painfully in your bone, your glasses falling on the floor. "Like that?" You could hardly make out her words, your cheek was throbbing so painfully, you could feel a trickle of blood from where her ring had made contact with your skin.

"Y/N!" You could make out Hanna's voice and you tried prying the girl's hand away from your collar. "What the hell are you doing?!" You could recognise the cold and demanding voice of Wanda, she approached the scene her eyes darting from you to the girl, "Y/N, are you okay?" She came to your side and before the girl in front of you could say or do anything more, all you saw was a mass of red hair, pushing the girl away by the collar slamming her against the locker next to you.

You winced when Wanda traced your cheek, from the look on her face you could imagine your condition but you needed to focus on the bigger issue in front of you.

"Natasha!" You tried to get her attention but it was too late as the sound of a fist connecting with a bone was heard, following by a painful cry. Wanda moved you away from the duo.

"What the hell?!"

"How dare you touch her?!" Natasha's voice rang in the hallway, her hand colliding with the girl's nose this time, you watched as everyone took out their phones to record, Natasha slamming the girl by her collar on the locker again. "Natasha stop!" You grabbed her arm, trying to pull her away.

"Why do you care?!" The girl spat and Natasha pushed the girl in the locker one last time and you pulled her back, she reluctantly followed, you could hear the murmurs of the students around at the question.

"Because she is my girlfriend!" Natasha yelled loudly, looking around as if she was addressing the whole crowd, your heartbeat started racing as the whispers grew louder and louder.

"Are you okay?" Her eyes traced your injured face, tilting up to examine better, as she gently caresses your other cheek, you stared at her in surprise and managed a hesitant nod. She leaned in placing her lips on yours in a soft peck. From the corner of your eyes you could see Wanda's amused smile and Hanna's shock expression.

"What's going on in here?! Move!" The blusterous voice of a teacher could be heard and just your luck, it was the teacher who hated Natasha's guts.

Her eyes darted from Natasha to you and to the girl leaning against the locker holding her bloody nose. "Take Ms. Kimberly to the nurse. You come back to Dean's office." The teacher pointed to someone in the crowd before turning to Natasha and you, "Ms.Y/L/N and Ms.Romanoff, follow me to the Dean's office."

Natasha squeezed your hand interlocking her fingers with yours as she starts following the teacher, taking you with her. The murmurs growing as looks were exchanged between the students. "Rest of you! Off to class!" You watched as people started scattering away, clearing the hallway.

Natasha squeezed your intertwine hands and you looked at her, her jade green eyes, conveying so many messages and you squeezed her hand back in reassurance, you saw a smile forming on her lips and you felt a small smiling appearing on yours as well, despite the pain in your cheek. Your words from that day resonating in your head.

I want to be able to hold your hand and walk you down the hallway...

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Gold Rush - A WandaNat AU

Rules To Remeber Pt 2

A/N- Could be read separately as one shot

Summary - Wanda takes you back to Natasha where the two women confront you about your rule breaking. What would happen when Natasha steps back and let Wanda take control allowing her to punish you? Would that be your only punishment for your crimes?

Warning- 18+, face fucking, punishment, riding crop, spanking, oral, strap on, punishment, edging, overestimation, multiple orgasm, brat taming, threesome but not really, etc

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"Oww. I am capable of something as simple as walking." You complained trying to squirm out of Wanda's grip which only tightened.

"How would I know? You proved you aren't capable of following something as simple as basic rules." She retorted and you rolled your eyes, she opened the door pushing you in, walking toward where Natasha was sitting on the couch.

The redhead was busy typing on her laptop, wearing a simple crop top and shorts, you watched as she looked up with a smile which changes into a blank look when she noticed the hold Wanda had on you, probably figuring out the reason.

"What happened now?" Natasha asked, her eyes flickering from Wanda to you and you wished for Wanda to disappear right then and there but why would God ever listen to you? Especially after bringing the witch into your life.

"Why don't you go ahead and tell her yourself?" Wanda pushed you forward and you looked back at her with a glare before turning to Natasha, the firm look on her face had you remembering your place.

"Remember how you told me to show myself some love and how I need to care more about myself? I was just showing myself some love an-"

"I caught her touching herself." Wanda deadpanned from behind you and you turned to her with a scowl, "I was getting to it!"

"Not only that, tell her what else you did." Wanda motioned toward Natasha with her hand to you and you turned back again toward the redhead who had just taken a sharp inhale, her jaw flexing proving that you were in for it.

"I complimented Wanda over how loyal she is to you like a dog." You blurted out without thinking wincing when Wanda scoffed from behind you. "She called me a bitch."

"Well have you ever tried proving otherwise to me?" You asked flipping your hair as you turned to Wanda, who clenched her jaw knowing she won't be able to do anything to you. Ha! Served her right.

"Enough!" Natasha's voice rang and you froze, turning to her with a faux pout, "But Mommy, she started it.." You pointed toward Wanda who swatted your hand away from her direction, going over to sit on the couch with a grace of a queen.

"You are lucky that Natasha is your mommy and not me, you would be begging for forgiveness by now." Wanda offhandedly commented while picking up a magazine from the coffee table, her words sending a tingle down your body which you didn't understand.

"Please you-"

"Go to my room, I will be there in a minute." Natasha cut you off and you almost went to argue but stopped when you noticed the deadly look on her face. Plan B. It is. "Yes, Mommy." Faking a voice full of regret and sadness you turned on your heel leaving for her room.

"That was so not true." You could faintly hear what Wanda said and honestly , you weren't that surprised, that evil woman ignoring how gorgeous she looked from time to time, was only sent in your life to make it hell.

You entered Natasha's room which she shared with the evil witch sitting outside. You slowly walked over to the queen size bed covered with soft purple devut, the room reflected both their personalities in harmony and for a moment you almost felt out of place until you saw your picture frame on the table, your books neatly placed on the corner reminded you of your place in their lives. In Natasha's life.

The door opened behind you and you turned around to see Natasha walking in with Wanda, you furrowed your brows in confusion as your eyes darted from Wanda to Natasha, not understanding the reason of her presence. "Mommy.." You started but stopped immediately when Natasha held up a finger silencing you.

She walked over to you cupping your face in her hands and you instantly nuzzled your face in her palm, enjoying the gentle touch for as long as it lasts, from the corner of your eye you could see Wanda picking out something from the closet. "What have I told you about respecting Wanda?" She asked and you grimaced slightly at the mention of your offence.

"Um...to be civil..I am sorry, Mommy. Please forgive me." You gave her the best pout you could manage while holding your clasped hands together, "it won't happen again! I promise." You shook your head in determination hoping to faze Natasha who stared at you with amusement flickering in her eyes.

"I know it won't happen again, Princess." She leaned forward and pecked your lips before dropping her hands from your face and moving back. "We will make sure of that." She walked over to the couch few feet away from you, sitting down and crossing her legs one over another.

Your mind raced with all the possible scenarios until a swish of air behind you made you turn around, there stood Wanda with a riding crop in her hand, her eyes starting into yours with a predatory grin before moving up and down your figure making you feel shy and conscious of yourself. You were intimidated just by her mere presence.

"Why is she holding that..?" You asked your voice trailing off as you watched Wanda running her hand over the length of the crop and from the corner of your eyes you could see Natasha leaning back into the couch in a more relaxing position. Shouldn't she be the one punishing you?

"Who did you call bitch?" Natasha asked and you ignored the smirk on Wanda's lip as you stared at the redhead, the implication of the simple question dawning on you like a collapsing brick wall and you felt your throat drying up.

"Mommy..please." You whispered but loud enough for the other two women to hear, you wanted Natasha to take pity on you which she would have done if it wasn't for the brunette standing there. Natasha had let you off many times, she cherishes you too much to put you through any kind of harsh discipline. It was always warnings with her until you really piss her off and it seemed like today was your lucky day.

"That's enough with the begging, darling." It was Wanda who spoke and you had half the heart to tell her to fuck off but you knew why you were in this position in the first place. The witch holding an evil-looking weapon in her hand reminded you how bad of a choice would it be. "Bend over the bed." She ordered and you almost scowled at her.

"Listen to her, Princess." Natasha warned when you immediately didn't comply, "What's your color, Baby?" She asked approaching you, tucking your hair behind your ear as she lifted your face by your chin, making you stare in her intense jade green eyes. Her soft and caring touches had you forgetting her question for a mere second.

"G-Green." You felt your heartbeat increasing thinking about what was going to happen. "Good. Then bend over the bed as she said." Natasha took a step away, going back to her cold demeanor, arms crossed in front of her chest.

You took a sharp intake, slowly stepping closer to the bed and bending over, letting out a gasp when fingers trailed up your leg leaving tingles throughout your body, flipping your skirt over your back and you heard a groan from Natasha, making Wanda chuckle "Can't control yourself?" You heard her ask the redhead but your sole focus was on the fingers that kept trailing over your bare thighs and up to your ass.

"Can you?"

"Very much so." You heard the woman replied in a low honey-like tone, her finger dipping into the waistband of your thongs, "As cute as they are, they have to go." Wanda pulled back her finger and let go of the thongs snapping back onto your skin and you let out a shudder, feeling aroused. "Do you wanna take them off yourself or should I do the honor?" You could hear the amusement in her voice and the snicker Natasha let out from across you two.

"No, Thank you!" You snapped back in a sassy tone and let out a tiny cry of shock when the crop snapped at your bare thigh, "Better watch your tone, Sugar. I don't tolerate brats as your mommy does." The sharp tone Wanda used made your heart race, feeling the sting from where the riding crop had hit you after the shock wore off.

"S-Sorry." You squeaked out in fear or arousal but you regretted that immediately, you didn't want Wanda to think she has the upper hand which she technically does but you have to act like you aren't affected by her and that damn riding crop. Where did they even get it from? You were sure that your mommy didn't have anything like that in her stash. She would rarely buy toys for discipline.

The riding crop came again but this time it trailed over the spot where she had hit you before, lingering on it for a moment before hooking on your thongs and slowly pulling it down, you could feel the wetness growing, "I want you to count each stroke and thank me for each one." The brunette commanded and you nodded gritting your teeth when she smacked you lightly with the crop.

"Use your mouth or should I put it to a better use." She scolded, you couldn't see her face but you could imagine the raise of her eyebrow as she would stare you down. The look always seemed to get you even though you would never admit it out loud.

"No, sorry." You cringed at the use of the word again and you could literally feel sweat forming on your palm from how nervous you were feeling.

"Sorry what?" The demanding tone made you quiver and you just wanted it to stop for once. You were a little bit confused about how did she want you to address her.

"Sorry...um miss? ma'am? Mistress?" You were panicking not really knowing how you were supposed to address the woman behind you without getting another strike, feeling your cheeks getting hotter at the laugh Natasha let out from across the room, followed by Wanda.

"Mistress will suffice for today, Dear. Now count."

You heard the sound of the crop smacking against your skin first before feeling the sting, you let out a sharp cry. It was not like anything you have felt before. Natasha always used her hand to spank you and the most she had done was a flogger which too you didn't feel with the vibrator she had placed in you to divert your mind. The pain staying on the exact spot for several seconds before dissipating to a dull ache. "Count!" The reminder snapped you out of your misery.

"One. Thank you, Mistress." You gritted your teeth in pain when another strike fell on the exact same spot with such precision that you doubt Wanda was doing it for the first time. The woman probably was enjoying your suffering.

"Two. Thank you, Mistress." Another two strikes on your thighs and tears were rolling down freely on your cheeks as you counted, you started squirming in your place, your hands aching to go back and soothe the stinging flesh.

"Four! Thank you, Mistress." You clenched your teeth for another strike but it never came, you jumped when you felt taps on your thighs from the crop.

"Spread your legs, Sweetheart," Wanda commanded and you shuddered at her gentle tone complete opposite of what she was doing to your poor ass.

"Wh-Why?" You asked before you could stop yourself and felt fingers wrapping in your hair, pulling your head back to stare at the lust-filled green eyes that almost looked blue with how dilated they were. "Sorry!" You apologized before Wanda could even say anything, you didn't want to admit but you were scared of the wrath of this woman. You wondered would you be able to go back to your ways with her if Natasha gave her a reign to punish you as she pleases.

Wanda raised an eyebrow, staring into your eyes for a second longer, when she found whatever she was looking for, she let you go, "Spread your legs." She commanded again before adding as an afterthought, "Color, Sugar?"

You could feel a shiver running down your spine at her concern for you, "G-Green, Mistress." You replied, slowly shifting your legs until they were spread apart. You felt Wanda move back and prepared yourself for her wrath. The seventh strike came down on your inner thigh closer to your soaked center and you jumped up in pain. "Fuck please!" You cried out not expecting it to sting so badly. A part of you was excited for more yet afraid of the pain it caused but you couldn't deny the continuous wetness soaking your thighs.

"That mouth of yours. What did I say about it?" You heard the question and struggled to formulate your words, you could see Natasha getting up from her position from the corner of your eye.

"Th-That you would put it to better use." You swallowed dryly, leaning into the soothing touch running through your hair, just by the gentleness you could tell who it was.

"Maybe I should help you out princess." Natasha stopped and came forward, you noticed that she had already gotten rid of her bottoms and soaked center was clear to see, sitting in front of you on the bed, her core closer to your face and you tried tasting her when fingers gripped your hair and pulled your head back. "Ask her permission first, slut." It was Wanda who had pulled you back and you closed your thighs rubbing them together as a jolt of pleasure shot through you.

"P-Please Mommy, can I taste you?" You wonder what a sight you were to Natasha, naked from below the belt, bend over with Wanda pulling your head back by your hair, begging to taste her. The look on Natasha's face made it evident that she was enjoying it way too much.

"Sure, Princess," Natasha smirked and pushed herself forward as Wanda let go of your hair, you instantly moved to suck on Natasha's juices, moaning at the taste and the way Natasha groaned gripping your hair tightly pushing you further in. Wanda smacked your thigh with her hand making you spread them apart.

"Three more." Wanda reminded and you shivered in anticipation, you took Natasha's clit in your mouth, sucking harshly on the swollen bundle of nerves, enjoying the way Natasha praised you, "Fuck, baby..j-just like that.." Your enjoyment was cut short as two strikes landed on you in quick succession right after another closer to your wet pussy.

"Fuck!" You whimper as another round of tears started to flow from your eyes. You stopped momentarily from the pain and She pushed your face further into herself, "Focus!" She growled and you quickly pushed your tongue into her entrance, moving in and out while you used your hand to rub her clit. You could feel Natasha clenching and by her sounds, you knew she was close. Just one flick of your tongue and she came undone on your mouth, her juices covering your cheeks and chin. You started lapping at her core, cleaning her when the last strike came on your center.

You let out a sob mixed with a moan as the pain faded away making pleasure uncoil deep within you, "Good girl. Shhh. You are done." You continued to cry and felt Wanda tracing your back, your t-shirt sticking to your figure, you could feel tears running down your face while you clenched your thighs together for any kind of release.

"Please Mommy." You begged and looked up at Natasha who cooed down on you, pulling you up and kissing your lips, tasting her own juices, you moaned when she bit your lip, pulling back and letting it go. "Poor baby, so desperate to cum." She dipped her fingers in your pussy and your slick covered her fingers as she held it up for you. You didn't know the last time you were turned on this much. Wanda's chuckle from behind you was the reason for it and you couldn't help but wonder what would happen further.

"But does she deserves it?" Wanda asked from behind you and if it wasn't for the throbbing in your ass and thighs, you would have given her a snarky remark, Natasha must have sensed it as she pushed her slick-covered fingers into your mouth, slowly fucking mouth fucking you.

"After the stunt, she pulled? Absolutely not." Natasha signaled something to Wanda and before you could turn to look, Natasha grabbed your chin, forcing her fingers deeper into your mouth. "Did you think your punishment was over?" She growled and pushed her knees between your thigh to stop you from rubbing them together. You nodded slowly, gagging on her fingers with tears gathering in your eyes from how hard she was fucking your mouth.

"Dumb Baby, could only think about her orgasm, is that why you touched yourself?" Natasha cooed down at you, her tone menacingly sweet as she slowed down her fucking, stopping when Wanda dropped toys next to her. "Don't worry, I have the perfect solution for you."

Wanda had pulled your hands back, cuffing your wrists together as Natasha picked up a vibrator, "Let's see how much you enjoy getting edged over and over again with no release." You whimpered loudly, crying softly at your own predicament.

Natasha easily pushed you back against the bed, vibrator pushing into your sloppy pussy so easily that you hardly felt it until the vibration started, you bucked your hips with a cry only for Natasha to push you down, "Stay like this." She growled and you nodded frantically with your face wet from tears and her cum, she picked up a gag for you but was stopped by Wanda.

"Don't. I enjoy listening to her adorable sounds." She grabbed Natasha's wrist, pushing it away from you and pulling Natasha into a harsh kiss, you whimpered at the sight of the two women next to you while the vibrator hum within you full of life just not enough to push you over the high you needed more than anything.

"Mommy!" You whimpered quietly, watching as Wanda ripped the top completely off Natasha, you tugged at your wrist but to no avail. Natasha pushed Wanda down into the bed next to you, taking off her top and pushing down her bra, she cupped her breast in her hand leaning down to suck on her mounds. "Fuck, Tasha..harder."

You watched with lust-filled eyes as Wanda's beautiful body came into your sight, you didn't know who you wanted to be at that moment, Natasha who was sucking Wanda's beautiful globes, or Wanda who had Natasha's all attention.

Moans and whimpers were the only sound that was heard in the room as the two women fucked each other with you helplessly lying next to them while being edged over and over again, begging and pleading for any sort of relief. You doubt it would take much for your to cum at this point, just one single touch.

"Fuck! Natasha, Harder!" Wanda demanded as Natasha railed into her with the strap on and you gasped when the woman suddenly turned to you, holding eye contact as she was pushed over the edge, coming undone with a loud moan of Natasha's name. You rubbed your thighs together harder, wishing for any sort of relief.

It has been at least half an hour and you were so sensitive that you didn't even know what you were begging for, the vibration to stop or to go harder. "I-I am sorry, Mommy." You whimpered between your groans and Natasha pulled back from her position where she was kissing Wanda. "What do you want, Princess?" She asked between groans, her eyes closing momentarily as Wanda's fingers pulled out of her soaking pussy, making her cum again.

"P-Please, just fuck me!" You whimpered loudly and bucked your hips, instantly Natasha was on you, "i don't know..Are you going to be my Good girl?" She asked her fingers playing with your breast, tugging, and pinching your hardened nubs until they were throbbing in pain and pleasure.

"Yes yes! Please." You pushed her pussy up for her and sighed in relief when her fingers dipped into your drenched pussy, "So wet. Is this because of us?" She asked sucking on her fingers, cleaning them off your juices as if she was finishing the plate of her favorite dish. You moaned loudly and nodded in agreement, you could do anything for an orgasm at this point.

"Fine. Cum for me, Princess." She went down on you, sucking your clit into her mouth and it took a mere second for you to cum with your head throwing back in loud moans of her name, "Fuck! Fuck.." You turned your head to the side and the wave of pleasure on you intensified with how Wanda stared into your eyes with such powerful gaze that you were held captive as you came off your high with her hand easily uncuffing yours.

"M-Mommy, No.." You whined as you tried closing your legs with how sensitive you were feeling down there, but Natasha only pushed your hand away, "I think you can give me one more, Babygirl." Natasha pushed her fingers in and you closed your eyes letting out short mewls of pain and pleasure, "Color?" Your eyes snapped open at the sound of Wanda's velvety voice, raspier from the screams of pleasure from earlier.

"G-Green, Mistress." You closed your eyes letting out short moans mixed with soft cries as Natasha thrust deeper with her fingers in your overly sensitive core. "I thought you enjoyed cumming..why are you crying now?" Natasha faked confusion as she curled her fingers in you, hitting all your spots and you cried again as another orgasm wreck through your body, her fingers helping you ride off your orgasm.

"Pl-Please.." You begged your vision blurry with tears as your hand tried grasping the tight bed sheet in your hands but to no avail, "N-No more, mommy.." You were a blubbering mess and watched as Natasha circled your swollen nerve endings, "One more for Wanda?" She asked and you nodded with a sob resigning to your faith.

"And for you to remember what happens when you touch yourself without my permission." She added while lousily fucking you with her fingers again, her thumb pressing down on your clit before pinching it softly and you let out a sharp cry as another orgasm hit you soon enough, you felt Wanda's hand taking hold of yours and you pressed down on it tightly, your nails digging into her soft skin as Natasha helped you ride down your last orgasm of the night.

You could hardly keep your eyes open with how exhausted you were once Natasha pulled her fingers out praising you in words you could hardly make out, "I got you, princess, it's okay." She caressed your hair as she hovered over you, your eyes slowly drooping with how heavy they felt. "It's okay. Sleep. We will take care of you."

It was the last thing you heard before closing your eyes and letting go of Wanda's hand, your fingers numb from how tight you were holding her hand. You didn't know whose chest you were pressed against as sleep took over you and you nuzzled deeper into the warm body next to you. You could hear Natasha's voice from across the room mentioning some cream for you before you completely gave in, letting go of your consciousness while knowing they will take care of you.

They have got you.

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Gold Rush - A WandaNat AU

Rules To Remember

Summary - a little blurb which takes place before the events in the first part of this AU.

The sexual tension between Wanda and Reader increases when Wanda finds reader in a comprising situation. Will she let Natasha know? Or it will remain a secret between the two?

Warning - choking, degrading, 18+, implication of punishment.

A/N - Thank you so much for you all support and love. I would love to hear your ideas and what you want to see in future in this AU because I am pretty much done with everything for Gold Rush.

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You stared outside the window, the atmosphere in the car being so uncomfortable that you rather be anywhere in the world but here. You kept imagining all the worst scenarios in your head while your heart racing at each thought knowing that every one of them could end up with you being naked and underneath Natasha.

"Stop doing that." Wanda's voice snapped you out of your stream of thoughts and you looked at her confused until she placed her hand on your knee stopping your foot from bouncing. You blushed and pulled your knee away, halting your movement.

"Are you going to tell her?" You asked fidgeting with your fingers, a part of you didn't want Nat to find out because the disappointment would be too much. Not including the constant fear of Natasha ending your contract because of the brunette sitting next to you.

"Should I not?" Wanda asked glancing over at you momentarily, a smirk playing on her lips. You cursed your luck for the situation you are in. You were in your apartment touching yourself after the endless teasing from Natasha unbeknownst to you, Natasha had asked Wanda to pick you up on her way home, being the devil in your life, the reason for all your problems, Wanda decided to barge right in and had found you moaning Natasha's name.

"What do you think you are doing?" The voice startled you and you quickly covered yourself with the bedsheet as if Wanda hasn't seen it all before, from all the numerous times Natasha decided to do things to you right in front of her.

"What the hell are you doing here?" You asked, your breathing ragged from the activity you had going on, Wanda raised one eyebrow, her arms crossed over her chest. The aura reminding you somewhat of Natasha. The similarity sending a shiver down your spine as another jolt of pleasure hits you.

She walked over to you and pulled your hand away from your core,  underneath the sheet, You let out a half whimper half groan, "I believed I asked you a question." Wanda tightened her grip when you tried pulling your hand away, a dark predatory look on her features.

"Uh..What was the question?" You asked in a breathy whisper, your eyes briefly flickering to her lips and you gulped audibly. She let out a dark chuckle before picking up a tissue from the bedside table, "I asked What do you think you are doing?" She was about to clean your fingers with it, in fact, she had cleaned one of your fingers before stopping.

"I..I don't know..? Are you going tell on me?" You asked your mind frantically searching for words as your eyes stayed focused on her face which was just a few inches away from yours, her eyes fixated on your juice-covered hand.

"Clean yourself first." She moved your hand toward your lips and your eyes widen, watching as she threw the tissue in the dustbin beside your bed. She was acting so nonchalant and it was arousing you more and more. Almost instantly you wrapped your mouth around your fingers and sucked it clean, moaning softly turning Wanda's gaze into a lust-filled one, you flushed a deep red color.

"I think you left some, Sugar." She pushed her own fingers onto your swollen lips from all the biting, some of your juices covering her hand when she had grabbed yours, "Clean them." She ordered and you parted your lips allowing her access to your mouth and she pushed further, you started sucking on her fingers, moaning loudly, arching forward. Your mind is clouded by your arousal. "Such a good girl." Wanda praised when you started lightly nibbling on her fingers, your tongue swirling around before she pushed it down and moved her fingers further in causing you to choke and gag.

"Did you think Natasha wouldn't know about your little stunt?" Wanda asked sharply as tears gathered in your eyes from the choking but she had no plan on letting you go. "Being a brat and touching yourself when clearly told not to," She slapped your sheets covered thigh when you had started moving them together to rub against each other in order to gain any kind of friction. "Such a dumb baby, too dumb to think clearly about anything but her orgasms.." She cooed in a fake sweet voice and you cried around her fingers, the sting dissipating into a warm feeling.

"Just wait till we get home." With that, all contacts were ceased and you were left to clean up and wear something to leave for Natasha and Wanda's place or as she said..home.

"Well, it wasn't like I actually got to...you know." You shrugged, tint covering your cheeks while you fidgeted with your finger on your lap. Avoiding eye contact with the brunette who stopped at a red signal.

"No, I don't, Sweetheart. Clear to elaborate." Wanda moved her hand in a gesture for you to continue while she looked at you with a straight face. Raising an eyebrow when you immediately didn't answer.

"I didn't cum or had an orgasm so.." You explained and dropped the fidgeting, decided on being more confident if you were going to try to get out of it then you should be sounding confident enough.

Wanda watched the sudden change in your attitude and she smiled in amusement before starting to drive again. Of course, the dumb baby thinks she could get away with such an offense like that. "Right, that's true." Deciding on playing with you, the brunette glanced over at you, seeing how you looked so proud of yourself. Tricking, the owner of Maximoff Empire.

"Say, do you remember all the rules Natasha had given you in the beginning?" You frowned at the question and nodded, "Yep. I have recited them too many times to forget now." Cringing at the memory of all the punishments you received from breaking them.

"Please remind me of them, Sugar." You blushed at the name, almost criticizing the reaction and focusing more on the annoyance you used to feel whenever she would call you that.

"Don't lie to her. Always tell if something makes me uncomfortable. Use my safe word if I want to stop. Don't feel guilty for using safe words. Don't touch myself without permission. Listen to wh-" You were going on autopilot, knowing all of them like the back of your hand until Wanda interrupted.

"Don't touch yourself without permission. I don't think it talks about orgasm or climax, Honey." Wanda pointed out and You stared at her with the best glare you could manage despite your embarrassment.

"You are a-"

"You better not finish it if you don't want me to tell Natasha not only you were breaking one of the important rules and were also being a disrespectful little brat to me," Wanda growled glancing at you with a stern look.

"Bitch." You finished defiantly and crossed your arms over your chest, if you were going to get punished, a few extra spanks won't hurt if that means getting the satisfaction of watching Wanda get mad and not being able to do anything.

Wanda took a sharp intake, "Let's hope you love the bed you made for yourself, Sugar." She said with a fake smile toward you and you shuddered at the thought. Natasha won't kill you...hopefully.

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A/N : Thank you so much for reading! Feel free to send ideas, thoughts and request for Gold Rush AU because I have ran out of them.

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Hope you enjoyed this little blurb.

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Golden Times- Mob Leader!Natasha AU Pt3

Golden Cage

Summary- Finally the day is here, your wedding with Natasha. Watch how things are slowly unfolding and you started seeing a softer side of Natasha. Was she as evil as the stories you heard about her?

Warning- Dark, 18+, slapping, no smut? , just a filler chapter to keep things going, mean Natasha

A/N- Hello Everyone!

I know it's been a while since I last uploaded something but things have been terrible for me. Now I will slowly try to be consistent but no promises.

Thank you to a very cute anon who remained patient with my stupid arse.

Hope you all enjoy this chapter even though it is hardly much, just the story slowly unfolding to a bigger plot.

Feel free to drop in my dms with ideas! I would love to hear and write what you all have to say.

Enjoy!!

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You stretched in the bed, your muscles oddly sore as you snuggled into the warm comforter on top of you, suddenly the events of last night flashed in the back of your brain and you snapped your eyes open sitting up frantically to look around yourself.

You were on the bed, the handcuffs gone, looking down at your wrist you saw angry red marks they had left behind, you flexed your back which still ached a little but not too much and with how comfortable you were sleeping on the bed, you assumed Natasha had moved you to it later in the night.

"Glad you are awake," Natasha spoke from across the room in front of the dresser, you watched as she folded her sleeves, several wristwatches laying in front of her to choose from. You gulped softly, her hair was still wet from the shower she had taken and she looked stunning, you shook the thought away and pulled up the comforter which had fallen from your body in your haste to get up, revealing your naked figure but it seemed you were not quick enough as Natasha's eyes flashed at you from the mirror.

"Off the bed, Darling. You haven't earned the privilege of it yet." She said, her voice was calm and gentle but the command in it was mean and cruel, You had half the heart to tell her to fuck off but it would be highly stupid to fight her in the morning and put her in a bad mood which will only bring you harm and cost you your dignity.

You slowly fumbled with the blanket, pushing it off yourself as you got off the bed, standing at its edge awkwardly, your hands covering your naked assets in the hope to retain whatever was left of your dignity. You watched as the woman decided between the watches, ignoring your presence completely which only seemed to bother you. Shouldn't you be grateful to have the monster off your back?

You were tempted to ask her the purpose of bringing you here which from the look of it looks like her own room but you decided to try a different approach instead of demanding the basic questions. "Where are we going?" You asked clearing your throat slightly when it felt too dry for your liking, your voice coming off scratchy, probably from all the crying you did last night. Or the choking you received from her majesty.

You watched with alert eyes as the woman turned around slowly approaching you but moving toward the side table instead when she returned in front of you, she held the glass of water up to your lips, you were surprised by her gentleness but knew it was only an illusion, she was the same woman who had you reduce to nothing last night. You slowly parted your lips letting her quench your thirst, your eyes starting into her jaded green eyes which were so hollow, you hardly felt any emotions in them. They were empty.

"Some of us have a business to run unlike you." She replied in a condescending tone and you had a comeback at the tip of your tongue which she too seemed to understand as she raised an eyebrow, silently daring you to utter those words so she could show you your place again when you didn't seem to let in your desires, she smirked at you caressing your cheek before patting it not so lightly, you winced. "You are staying here until later."

Her hand trailed to your neck tilting your face up by your jaw, you felt her hand twitch against your skin as they slowly made their way down your body to your naked chest, "Don't ever cover yourself from me." She warned as she pushed your hand which was covering your chest away, her hand almost hovering over your breast and you watched as an inner conflict started within her before she relented and stepped back with a sharp breath.

Once again making you wonder about what could be the reason? Was she planning to sell you off to someone and needed you to stay a virgin? The thought seemed so scary to you, you have seen the mafia men around here and the disgust and fear must be evident on your face because Natasha too stared at you in confusion. "Are you going to sell me?" You asked in a scared whisper as your eyes pleaded with her and the anger that flashed in her eyes confirmed your doubt until you felt a hand tightly wrapping around your neck.

"Are you out of your mind?" Natasha asked sharply but you were too scared to notice her tone, thoughts of being sold to some fat bald man filled your head. She squeezed your neck warningly when you immediately didn't answer, "Please. Don't! I don't want to be sold to a man." You pleaded through her hold and she squeezed harder choking you.

"You are mine. I am not selling you. Understand?" She asked through her gritted teeth and loosened her grip for you to speak if you weren't so gone in your head you would have noticed the edge and red flags in her voice but you were too focused.

"Then why don't you touch me?" You demanded and your question must have caught the woman off-guard as you pulled your strength together and pushed away from her, "You are lying to me!" Your voice raised and if you had learned anything from yesterday, you would have known what to never do in front of the capo. Disrespect her.

Natasha's hand collided with your cheek so hard that you fell on the bed, your ear ringing from the impact, your eyes blurry from the tears before the pain could even register in your brain. "Get up." She commanded and you shivered slowly pulling yourself back up, your hand clutching your burning cheek while you look at anywhere but at the woman in front of her. Tears fell freely down your face while you sobbed very silently afraid that the tiniest of voice would set her off again.

"Look at me." You shook your head, you didn't understand where the courage to deny that woman was coming from but maybe the burning in your cheek and the ringing in your ear had you too humiliated to even look into the eyes which had almost seemed gentle when putting you back on the bed last night. "Y/N. You are pushing my nerves." She warned and you slowly looked up sniffling as more tears leaked from your eyes, seeing her face so emotionless.

"Why do you think I am selling you?" Natasha asked her arms crossing firmly over her chest as she stared down at you not only with her height but as well as her gaze. "I-I don't wanna talk to you. You are mean to me." You whispered you didn't understand why you were so hurt by her actions maybe because she was the only one who has shown care toward you in her own fucked up way.

Of all the things you were expecting from her, a laugh wasn't the one on the list. She laughed freely at your statement and you didn't realize an involuntary pout had formed on your lips, "Because you were being disrespectful toward me and were also saying dumb stuff." Natasha explained as if speaking to a child and only made you feel dumber than you already were.

"Now as cute as this act of yours is, I rather continue it when I get back." The woman leaned in placing a kiss on your lips and pulling away before she could leave you started again, "B-Because virgins are sold at the highest price and.." You took a breath feeling heat rushing to your face, "You don't want to fuck me." You looked away in embarrassment realizing that maybe the woman in front of you was right about you asking dumb questions.

"You want me to fuck you?" Natasha questioned with a flick of an eyebrow and your heart started racing, "No of course not! But that is why you are keeping me here right? To sell m-"

"If you complete that sentence, you would be on your knees begging for forgiveness," Natasha growled and you instantly shut up, clamping your hands on your mouth afraid of even making a single noise that could have the woman all over you.

"Last time, I am telling you. You are mine, I am not selling you and I am only not fucking you until our wedding." Natasha started explaining, your eyes widening at what you were hearing, you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from speaking and interrupting the woman. "Which would be tonight, so don't think you have to wait a lot." Her calloused hand squeezed your breast before letting go. You winced but your sole focus was on repeating her words in your mind over and over again.

You kept quiet, your gaze fixated on the floor trying not to flinch when Natasha leaned in placing a soft kiss on your forehead before heading toward the door. It was like you were frozen in your place. You didn't understand but in some ways maybe you did, you had heard stories of her obsession before and this didn't sound extraordinary.

"Here." You looked up and Natasha was holding up a grey color hoodie for you, you slowly raised your arms and she helped you into it. The soft fabric smelled like her and engulfed you in warmth. You had missed the feeling of being covered like this. "Thank you." You looked up at the woman and your reply must have pleased her as a smile formed on her sinfully gorgeous face.

"You stay here until someone comes to get you." You nodded slowly staying still as the woman kissed your head again before leaving the room followed by a click of the lock.

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You didn't have to wait long as soon enough a girl who looked of the same age as you had entered the room with some maids who came in with several white gowns and make up kits, the girl Eva had introduced herself as Wanda's girlfriend, who you learned was Natasha's right in command. Since then you were busy with the preparation for your doom tonight.

"You should consider yourself lucky that it isn't Agatha who got you first. I heard she is looking for someone as well." Eva tried reassuring you while slowly applying the highlighter to your skin. "And that is supposed to make me feel better?" Yoh scoffed pushing her hand away when it got too close to your eyes. You knew it wasn't her fault that you were here from what she has told you about herself, she was too chained to Wanda but she seemed to enjoy it.

"It isn't. I am sorry." You ignored the guilt you felt and stayed quiet, letting Eva fill the silence with her talking. You didn't think you understand her, she was miserable yet happy with Wanda. "Does Wanda hit you?" You asked and your question might have caught her off guard as she put the brush down staying silent for several moments and you almost felt fear of her snitching you out to Natasha.

"Not when I am being good." That was the only answer you needed. You needed to get out of this place as soon as possible otherwise you would become as crazy as Eva, thinking of this as love. "Now which dress you wanna wear for tonight?"

Eva stood up walking over to the set of white dresses which she had placed on the bed. You swirled around in your seat looking over at the dresses, your mind already finding ways to escape the situation you were in. "Have you ever considered leaving?" You asked while pointing at the dress in the corner which Eva picked up, admiring the glamour.

"Once. Wanda almost killed me when she found me. It is useless." Eva held the dress out to you and you placed it against you after getting up from the chair. You could sense the slight sadness in her voice at the mention of the incident and knew you had to be quick with your prying before the woman shuts you off completely like the few times she had done already besides you couldn't even trust her completely. She was loyal to Wanda.

"How did she find you?" You asked after a moment, if Eva did manage to escape you could do too, you just had to be better with not being caught as she had. You moved back watching as Eva reached forward placing her hand on the back of your neck, "I assume Natasha had already placed a tracker somewhere here." Your eyes widen at the thought of never escaping the wrath of the redhead.

Eva's finger prodded the area, "It doesn't hurt?" She asked before pulling her hand away and you shook your head in answer, she hummed to herself, "She is slow. Wanda did it to me, the first night she got me." You ignored her comment and rubbed your neck feeling for any kind of sting. Your mind replaying the events since you got here to check if Natasha really placed something in you. This was beyond fucked up for you.

"So you can never escape?" You still questioned walking to the side of the room where the portable closet was to change into it. "I don't have any place I can go back to." You walked out of the room, Eva was looking down at the dresser arranging the various products, her voice quiet, the usual chirp missing from it.

"But do you want to leave?"

"Why do you care?" A brunette entered the room approaching you two in long strides, she was wearing a suit, a tattoo covering the side of her neck, the same one you had seen on Natasha. You glanced over at Eva and the look on her face was enough to tell you who it was. Wanda.

"She is almost ready. Just need to get her hair done." Eva spoke up, her voice fearful of the woman who hadn't stopped staring at you. "Did I permit you to speak?" Wanda turned to Eva who sucked in a sharp breath as Wanda's finger curled into her hair. You didn't know if this was how Wanda treated her usually or she was showing off but one thing was clear you didn't like it at all.

"No, Ma'am." Eva shook her head, her voice came off wobbly and you felt your anger rising for the poor girl who was just trying to save you.

"She was just informing you." You spoke up ignoring the way Eva's eyes widen, silently telling you to shut up but you didn't care. You weren't scared of the woman. "I see, Natasha hasn't broken you yet." Wanda let go of Eva's hair turning to you completely.

"Don't put your nose where it doesn't belong, Sweetheart or even Natasha won't be able to save you from me." Wanda snarled at you, her eyes darken by fury. You had half the mind to roll your eyes at the woman but refrained from doing so, you knew who she was and if anyone you should be scared of in this city after Natasha, it was Wanda Maximoff. The right hand of the Capo.

You slowly nodded before looking away no longer able to hold her intense gaze, you heard Wanda snap her fingers, and Eva was by your side almost instantly, gently pushing you toward the dresser to style your hair. "I will deal with you later." You heard Wanda whisper into Eva's ear before moving away.

"Bring her downstairs in fifteen min. The priest is here as well." Wanda ordered before leaving the room, the door shutting closed loudly behind her, you and Eva both stayed quiet as she slowly combed your hair curling them on the ends, styling it according to the dress. "I am sorry I got you in trouble. I really didn't mean to." You finally summoned the courage to apologize, looking up at Eva through the mirror and she gave you a little smile of comfort.

"It is okay. You should worry about yourself if she has told Natasha about your questions." You shuddered at the thought of the redhead, chewing your bottom lip thinking about all the possible ways you could get out of it if Natasha decided to confront you.

"I see.." You acknowledged quietly, watching yourself in the mirror, the white dress hugging your curves, your skin flawless with layers of makeup, your eyes standing out from the work Eva had done. You looked beautiful. You had never thought of this moment in your life. You weren't the one to settle down or marry someone but here you were. You could feel the panic building up within you at the prospect of what was going to happen next. Your hands felt clammy, you tried focusing on your breathing.

"Don't think too much about it." Eva must have sensed your distress as she placed a hand on your arm, rubbing gently trying to soothe you but you knew it was not going to work at all.

"Y-Yeah? I am about to seal my fate to some psycho bitch and yes I shouldn't think too much about it!" You half whispered half yelled at the girl trying to comfort you and mentally cursed at yourself for being a bitch to someone who you got in trouble because of your stupidity and someone who was just trying to help you, someone who was the only sane person here with you, maybe a little fucked up bu-

You stopped your train of thought and tried focusing on one thing at a time. "I am sorry. It is just my reflex to the stressful situation.." You trailed off, focusing more on your breathing.

"It's okay. Just don't make things worse for yourself. Natasha is far better than Wanda or Agatha as long as you stay loyal and honest to her. She used to talk about how lonely she is to Wanda, she just needed someone.." Eva continued and you tried ignoring her, remembering just last night when the woman had you naked sleeping on the floor like a pet.

"I understand." You said to stop Eva from shining a new light on your situation when in reality everything was just dark. As dark as the pitless orbs that stared deep into your soul in the quiet of the night.

"Let's go.."

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"Do you?" The priest insistence snapped you out of your thought and you momentarily glanced around, the garden was filled with people who you assumed were the member of Natasha's gang as almost all of them had their gang tattoo on their neck, you could see Eva looking fearfully at you from where she was standing with Wanda. Silently begging you to not mess up.

You turned back to the woman in front of you, she was wearing a white three-piece suit, a black shirt underneath her white coat, the waistcoat hugging her figure snuggly, making her look almost ethereal, her neck tattoo stood prominent reminding you of where you were and what you had to say.

"I do." You whispered and before the priest could even complete his sentence, Natasha pushed the poor man away pulling you closer flushed against her body before lifting up your veil and planting her lips on yours, taking yours into a hungry embrace as her soft lips worked against yours. The crowd started hooting and you ignored them, your hands placed on her shoulder as you tried to break free from the kiss when breathing became a problem.

But Natasha doesn't seem to care as she greedily took in your kisses, it was not until when you started tugging on her suit's collar she pulled away, her lips covered in a sinful smirk, "You need to work on your stamina, my little wife." You breathed heavily, your cheeks reddening at the show she gave the audience and most importantly what she called you.

Soon enough you two were surrounded by Natasha's friends and acquaintances who kept coming and congratulating the woman next to you, only talking to after receiving some kind of permission from Natasha which honestly disgusted you, you always prided in being your own person and how Natasha treats you and the way the people ask her permission for even speaking to you made you feel like some kind of a property.

"Congratulations, Y/N." A man shot you a grin and you smiled politely at him, he was tall easily towering over you and you glanced at Natasha who was talking to someone beside him. "You look lovely." He complimented and you nodded slowly, "Thank you.." You whispered, your hand tugging on Natasha's quietly without even realizing your action and instantly the woman wrapped her arm tighter around you, giving the man one look before he stepped back with his hands up in the air in mock surrender.

"I was just leaving." He smiled again but this time at Natasha before walking away. Natasha's hand raised a little up and met your bareback, sending a shiver down your spine at the contact.

"Who chose this dress?" Natasha's face twisted in disapproval and you didn't understand the cause of it because a just moment before she was looking at you with such hunger that you were afraid she would take you right then and there.

"I did.." You replied while your fingers nervously picked up on the dress, you glanced up seeing Natasha taking off her coat before draping it over your shoulders, covering your bareback. "It is too revealing," Natasha replied gruffly tugging on the coat over your shoulder so it stays there while looking around, glaring at anyone who dared to stare at you for longer than a few moments.

"It is supposed to be.." You said and almost regretted it with how Natasha's eyes flashed at you with the same fire you had seen a night before when you dared to fight back. "But definitely not something one should wear at their wedding!" You quickly added fumbling over your words and watched as a smile of amusement formed on the gangster's face.

"You learn so quickly, my little wife." There it was the irritating yet endearing nickname, it makes you feel worse than when she calls you doll or dollface but it still tugs at your heart because it feels like she enjoys being able to call you her wife which was disgusting, you just met her just a way ago.

Natasha leaned in pecking your lips and you let her kiss you for a brief moment before she pulled back and caressed your hair, "The only person who is allowed to see you in such clothes is me, your wife." She said fiercely reminding you of her status.

"Can't you keep your hands off her for until dinner or you wanna retire to bed early?" Wanda's voice startled you and you tried stepping away but Natasha firmly held you to her side, her hand squeezing your side warningly when you tried moving again.

"I think I would love it." Natasha laughed freely with Wanda and your ears went alert at the sound, it was soft and attractive, you didn't know the woman was capable of showing such emotions.

"Are you okay?" Eva asked quietly when Wanda and Natasha had engaged in a conversation, mostly teasing each other and discussing business. She handed you a glass of wine after seeking permission from the woman next to you. "The happiest." You replied grimly, sipping into the glass of wine, enjoying the strong yet sweet taste it left in your mouth.

Eva chuckled at the look on your face, "You will be fine. I am excited to have someone around in the mansion. It gets lonely being here all alone." Eva said excitedly and you nodded slowly, so Wanda also lived in the mansion with Natasha. You needed to know the place perfectly to put your plan into action.

"When are you putting a tracker in her?" You stiffened at the question Wanda asked Natasha and you looked at the woman who held an evil smirk, she purposely brought it up to squash down any thoughts of escaping you had from earlier. Natasha must have sensed your tense muscles as her hand started soothingly running up and down your side, it was almost comforting until you remembered it was the same hand that she used to hurt you just this morning.

"Soon," Natasha answered and you relaxed slightly, you still had time to convince her otherwise but the question was, how would you do that? From how possessive Natasha was you knew the woman won't leave a chance for you to leave her. You needed to beat her in her own game.

"Eva Darling, could you please get me another glass of wine?" Wanda interrupted your thoughts and you watched Eva, who instantly nodded with a bright smile on her face. You didn't understand their dynamic at all. Just a moment ago Wanda was threatening the shorter girl with punishments and suddenly she was as sweet as honey to her.

"Let's go, the tables are set." Natasha said tugging you toward the direction of the tables, "I can't wait for the night to end and have you all to myself, my precious little wife." She whispered into your ear, her breath tingling your sensitive ears making you gasp with a blush covering your cheeks at her suggestion.

You knew what tonight entails, the only reason the woman was holding back yesterday was over. Now Natasha won't wait a moment to have you underneath her, the thought sending shivers down your spine. You could only pray for things to get better for you but you doubt it was possible in the golden cage she has created for you in the name of her wedding vows.

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A/N-

Would love to hear from you all, what do you guys think will happen next?

Especially your thoughts on Wanda and Eva?

Feel free to send anons. 💕

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Can u do them address the issue and reader bring really quiet and scared

Sure sure. I apologise for being so late to it. I am gradually addressing all of them. And writing illicit affairs down. You all can thank @wandanatsbaby for this one. If she hadn't tell me to write I probably wouldn't have gotten it done.

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Insecurity pt 2

Warning - fluff, sadness, safeword talk, insecurity, lots of fluff in the end, too much love.

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You didn't even realize that the end credit was rolling on the TV Screen, laying against Wanda's chest now as she soothing fun he'd fingers down your hair to your spine, Natasha shut her book down and touched your back gently, you turned away from Wanda and cuddled into Natasha's side, her hoodie feeling soft against your skin. You could feel Wanda still rubbing your back. You doubt any of you paid attention to the movie. All too busy in their own mind.

"Want to talk about it now?" Natasha asked you and you sat up a little, her hand still circled around you, holding you close to her where you felt safe. "I don't have a choice. Do I?" You sighed, eyes lowered to your hands as you fidgeted with the blanket, Wanda placed her hand in yours and you followed the movement to her face, she had a weak smile of reassurance and you felt a little better despite the stress of how you would confess about your insecurity to them.

"We have to talk about things that can ruin our future." Natasha whispered softly to the side of your head, her lips brushing your forehead, "And especially if it is hurting you." She pressed her lips against the skin before nudging your head with her lips snd you slowly looked up at her, your eyes brimming with tears as she pecked your lips.

Even now they were being so considerate of you and your future with them, the evil voice in your head kept telling you how you were incompetent for them. Did you even deserve all this kindness and love?

"It's okay, Sugar. We are here for you." Wanda'# voice too felt broken as she wiped at your cheeks, getting rid of the tears rolling down your skin. "Tell us, What's wrong?" Natasha insisted and you didn't know what to say, their hands over yours, made you felt better but deep down it was the very thing that inflicted the pain on your soul.

"I..I dont know what to say." You said honestly, you didn't know where to start and where to end or even how to approach the subject. You were pathetic. They didn't deserve this. You thought to yourself and was about to pull your hand back when Wanda intertwined her fingers with yours, giving it a squeeze.

"It's okay, I will guide you. Just answer me honestly, can you do that for me, Kitten?" Wanda nodded at Natasha before tilting your chin up to look at them, you maintained eye contact, they both looked worried, Natasha had a look of fear in her eyes while Wanda's eyes looked determined as if she was ready to face whatever it was head-on.

"Yeah. I can." You answered and Natasha gave you a tiny smile, her thumb rubbing the back of your hand gently. "Why did you push to try your hard limit, when you knew deep down that you weren't ready? I assume you didn't agree because you wanted to try something new." Wanda asked before adding her observation as well, she really jumping straight to the point and you were a little glad about it, you couldn't take any more of this stress, your heart was racing already.

"I wanted to do.." You chewed the inside of your cheek, trying not to let your tears out, ignoring how your chest felt at the feeling. "I wanted to do something special for you two as well." You let out and dropped their hand when you noticed the shine of tears in Natasha's eyes. You could feel your frustration building up as well. "You both do so much for me, you buy me clothes, you buy me flowers and dresses and things I don't even need." You kept talking looking away from their faces knowing you would break down if you saw their face now and may not be able to say anything anymore.

"And before..before it was different. We had a contract and I could reassure myself that I am only getting all these in exchange for sex but now, it has become something more and I can't give you two anything which you already don't have or can't buy with a snap of your fingers." You snapped your finger at the mention, letting out a teary chuckle at your situation. You knew it was hurting them as much as it was hurting you and you wanted to punch yourself for making them cry.

"And I thought what else do I have beside my body to give? And I wanted to make it special for you two..." You heard a sniffled and looked up to see Wanda's nose and cheeks red as tears rolled down her face while Natasha didn't look any better but she was trying to hold back herself. "I am sorry." You said and let out a gasp of surprise when Wanda threw her arms around you, pulling you tightly into her as her fist curled into your sweatshirt.

"I am so fucking sorry for not noticing how you were feeling before. Please forgive me." She squeezed your body closer to her as if she wanted to engulf you into her forever. "You don't have to apologize, Princess. It is our fault as well for not addressing the issue before." Natasha said and moved forward hugging you both briefly before pulling away.

"But we will address this tonight. Together. We aren't going to let insecurity tear us apart. We are stronger than that." She said while brushing your hair away from your eyes once Wanda pull away wiping her eyes in the sleeves of her sweatshirt before wiping onto your cheeks with it. She looked fragile and tired.

"It is just an obstacle in our happy relationship that we will move past easily. There will be a thousand more, the only thing that matters is that we are together in this." Natasha continued before leaning forward and pecking your lips, softly. "Tell us how we can make it better from our ends," Wanda said as she sat back allowing Natasha to hold you.

"I want to work." You whispered knowing how you had this discussion before with them especially Wanda a few other times as well, the answer always being no. Wanda wanted you to only focus on completing your major and she didn't want you to work in a coffee shop with rude customers and arrogant bosses who didn't even know your worth, according to her. "What else?" Wanda asked and you looked over at her, surprised that she would allow it so easily. "We will get back to it." She added noticing the look on your face.

"Maybe reduce the so many gifts." You added with a shrug and when you noticed the pout forming on Natasha's lips, you knew she was trying to dampen the mood of earlier crying and you appreciated it, "But if you really want to give me something, make it something...a normal girlfriend would give. Not millionaire Sugar Mommies." You laughed at the fake offended look on their faces, they both seemed to think alike.

"Excuse me? It is not my fault that I have a taste." Wanda flipped her hair in show off and Natasha nodded giving her, her undivided attention. "And also not my fault that I don't see anything less than thousand dollars fit for my baby." Now it was Wanda's turn to nod and you rolled your eyes, "But fine. We will gift you 'normal' things." Natasha said and Wanda agreed as well.

"Thank you. I really appreciate this." You said meaning each word, you knew it might be a sudden change for them to stop buying you things suddenly, considering they both are constantly putting stuff in their cart for you in their free time and their competitions ending too. "We want something in return as well," Wanda spoke up and you nodded, knowing she would have a lot to say as well.

"First. You won't ever push yourself to your limits for us unless it is something you want as well. I mean it. Never ever again or I swear you won't be able to sit for months. Am I clear?" Wanda asked her voice clear and sharp, the sudden change in her tone actually made you scared considering you did break one of their biggest rule. "Yes, Maam." You replied with a slight nod letting them know you understood it.

"And about work, I assume you wouldn't want to work in our company either because then you will think we are lenient on you.." She started talking and you nodded instantly to which she slightly rolled her eyes, you so got this habit from her only, "I had already talked to Carol after you became so upset about not being able to work last time. Will it be okay if you work in her company's internship program? She won't even be there. No one would know your connection to us or her. Just the way you want." She chewed on her bottom lip, worried that you would decline and you almost wanted to but you know it was the best you were going to get from her and you couldn't discredit her effort to consider your feelings after the last talk about working.

"And I wouldn't be constantly worried about your safety in those shops near your college. Please?" Wanda said and Natasha nodded looking at you expectantly and you nodded, "I think I would like that. Thank you." You whispered and smiled when Wanda pecked your lips, muttering I love you against your lips.

"And I want you to know that you do give us gifts that we could never buy with money." Natasha said running her hand through your hair letting you rest your head against her shoulder, "When I wake up in the middle of the night and you are curl up against me sleepijg so peacefully as if you are sure that I will protect you from anything, money can't buy me that."

"Or when we walk into the kitchen to see you dancing and gushing to us about what you made for us, those burnt pancakes, money can't buy us that." Wanda added as you sniffled, tears gathering in your eyes again at their little confession. "Though it is a different thing that we would never buy those burnt pancakes." Natasha said with a laugh which made both you and wanda chuckle at her words. "It was just one time!" You pouted at them remembering the time you burnt the pancakes and they woke up to the smell, acting as if the pancakes dont taste bad and were still edible which you doubted.

"Hey don't be mean to my kitten now, Natasha." Wanda warned the redhead, pulling you toward her putting her hands around you from behind, and letting you lean against her, "She can't cook but at least she tries." She said with a chuckle and you gasped pulling away from her, looking at her in accusation, "Yeah? What about my special pasta that you beg me to make?" You asked crossing your arms over your chest and Natasha just watched scene unfold in front of her, it was rare to see Wanda on the receiving end. "Now I won't make any."

"No please! It is too tasty and to answer you, isn't it your mother's recipe?" Wanda asked with a mischievous grin and you gasped in disbelief throwing a pillow at her. "Nat, Help me please!" You begged when Wanda easily took the pillow from you assaulting you with it. Hitting you anywhere she could as you fell on your back on the bed.

"Let's take down the evil queen!" Natasha grabbed Wanda by her waist from behind, easily pulling her off you and you quickly grabbed your pillow to attack, "Natasha no!!" Wanda whined kicking her legs to no avail as she was thrown on the bed on her back with you and Natasha attacking her with pillows. Some bursting open and the feathers scattering around getting in all your hair as well as theirs.

"Down evil queen. Your tyranny ends today!" Natasha laughed enjoying the laughter around her especially yours, the tears finally gone, the air around you all filled with happiness and laughter, it was just the first obstacle there were many more to come and she knew with both of her girls with her, they would be gone to dust as well. She didn't need anything except Wanda and you.

"Fine. No cuddles and sex for yo-"

"Fine Fine! We will stop, evil queen."

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Golden Times - Mob!Natasha AU

Summary- Reader is a con woman who ended up conning the people of the Capo, Natasha. What happens when Natasha has a change of heart amidst the game of Russian roulette and decides to keep the reader for herself?

Warning - choking, hair pulling, name calling - doll, dollface, Russian roulette, crying, Natasha being deranged and bitchy

A/N - Hello Folks!

This is the conversion of Sharon Carter one shot and I have many plans for it. I will continue it further, the story of Natasha and the reader being a captive to a deranged leader.

I hope you all enjoy it and love it as much as I love writing it for you all.

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"It was as easy as stealing a candy from a baby." You were in the downtown club, boasting about a made-up story after your fourth drink. 

"Didn't she notice at all?" Someone among the circle of people asked, bewildered at what he was listening to, from you.

"Of course she did!" You answered before adding with a laugh, "The next time she decided to check time in her fancy missing gold watch! How smart do you think a loser hiding behind masks could be?" You asked and the people around you snickered. You were born and raised in this city, surviving the cruel streets through the art of pickpocketing and conmanship. 

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of eyes have been fixated on you the moment you started telling your story about stealing from right under the Capo's nose. 

"Leader or not, she is one dumb bit-"

"Excuse me, ma'am, could you please come in the back with us?" 

"What? Why?" You asked your eyes darting around but you knew very well to not expect help from the people with you. Everyone is known for saving their skin in times of danger. Selfishness runs through the veins of these people. Everyone for themselves.

Before you could do anything, the bumper grabbed your arm pulling you up, making you spill your drink on yourself, the cloth material sticking to your chest, the cold from the drink making your nipples harden to add to your embarrassment. "You will see."

"Let go of me! I can walk by myself!" You struggled but in vain as they continued to walk, pushing through the gates at the back, the music from the club muffled through the several doors they dragged you through, pushing you inside a big room and closing the doors from outside.

"What the hell?! Open the doors!" You yelled banging on the door when they showed no response. You stopped and looked around, finally taking in your surroundings. It was an empty room with a table in the middle and two chairs. No windows, no exit you could use to escape except the door.

After several minutes of just staring at the chairs, you decided to sit down and think of the reason you were put in here. "Fuck this..." You muttered pushing the sticking material away from your soaked chest, shuddering slightly at the coldness. 

Suddenly the door opened and in came a red head with three men behind her, the two men holding the other by the arms, he looked in a way worse condition than you and you gulped as fear clouded your mind. Being a con-woman and pickpocketing was the safest choice of an occupation in this city according to you but seeing where it landed you, you weren't sure anymore.

You instantly stood up, watching them with alert eyes, the woman snapped her fingers and the men pushed the beaten guy down on the chair next to you, you flinched by the force he was pushed down with and slowly glanced at the woman who raised a sharp eyebrow at you, gesturing toward the chair and you slowly settled yourself down. Still not understanding why you were here at all.

"They were the only conmen present that day, Capo." The bald man with many tattoos spoke to the woman and you could feel all your blood leaving your face. No one really actually knows the leader by face, if she was revealing herself to you two then one thing was clear. You two were not going to leave this room alive.

"I o-only pickpocket.." You squeaked out and the red head's gaze turned to you sharply, her lips twitching barely indicating the bemused smirk, her eyes flickering to your chest, your white top sticking to your chest, very much revealing your sexy red lacy bra and pointed nipples. You unconsciously crossed your arms and that seemed to pull her attention away. A shiver ran down your spine. 

"O-Only pickpocket?" She mocked copying the quiver in your voice, morphing her features easily into a scared innocent look, exaggerating it. At least one thing was clear, she was indeed a bitch. Just not dumb. The two men behind her chuckled and you felt your face burning up.

"One of you had clearly con my men  into paying you for a painting that wasn't even yours, to begin with." The woman moved forward and you flinched, quickly getting rid of the emotions playing in your mind. 

A difficult task as you were bombarded with the flashes of the day, you decided to fish for a bigger target, going home with a lot of money for a painting that wasn't even yours, to begin with. You thanked all the lessons of conmenship that allowed you to mask your emotions. At least better than the man next to you who instantly started begging for his innocence.

Then you realized, he was begging because he was innocent, something you would have done as well if you were innocent. "I swear I didn't do it! I don't even like paintings! Please let me go!" You followed his lead and ignored the dark chuckle from the redhead in front of you. 

"Clearly enough to sell it." She said brushing the imaginary wrinkle from her navy blue suit complimenting her pale skin. Acting bored, playing with the psychology of her victims. "I have places to be. The faster the culprit admits, the other can go home." She crossed her arms and you were about to say something but the man turned to you.

"Please! Please tell her the truth! I have a wife and kids!" He pleaded with tears rolling down his eyes and you didn't know if he was acting or being serious but the lesson you learned when you were young was engraved in your mind. Every woman for herself.

"I don't have any truth to tell! Why don't you admit you conned her man at that auction?" You asked back, putting enough emotions in your voice, forcing tears out of your eyes, the man looked at you in disbelief.

"I am not even a con man! Please I have kids.." He begged and you bit your lip reminding yourself of the mantra over and over again.

"Enough." The woman's voice cut both of you off and you two instantly shut up. "I had enough of you two's bickering. We are going to play a game now." A deranged smile forms on her lips and you audibly gulped as a man handed her a revolver. The man next to you begged again and the bald man punched his face for speaking up. You understood the reason behind his bruises and your untouched face now. You knew when to shut up.

"Ever heard of Russian Roulette?" She asked as she placed a single bullet into the cylinder of the revolver, rolling it with one slender finger before clicking it shut, pulling the trigger once. Five shots left. 

You slowly nodded at her question and she winked at you, "Be a sweetheart and explain to him what is that." She commanded and you swallowed dryly.

"She w-will take turns in shooting, both of us. O-ne by one until the bullet aligns..." You scratched at your fingers in nervousness, drawing blood, watching the fear settled in the eyes of the men beside you. 

"Actually, you both will take turns shooting yourself, don't try any funny business though," She walked forward toward you, "I would hate to tear you two apart limb by limb." She picked up your hand in her calloused one and placed the revolver in it. "Do you know the pain it causes when you rip nails apart slowly from each of the fingers?" Her fingers tugged at your finger playfully and you could feel the tears burning your eyes again, falling freely. This time real ones.

"Good luck." She pulled away and gestured with her hand to you to continue and you trembled in fear, she placed her hand over yours putting the revolver on the side of your head. "We don't have the whole night, Dollface." 

You closed your eyes tightly, feeling her finger push on yours pulling the trigger, the empty click following. Your heartbeat was the only thing you could hear, if you were tipsy earlier, you were dead sober now. Your heart on the verge of exploding. "Now the loverboy!" She moved over to him, placing the gun on his head, you noticed he was already cuffed to the chair unlike you. 

He once again started begging and pleading, would you have reacted in the same way? The woman groaned and slapped the man, the sound of the slap ringing loudly throughout the room, she motioned to the bald man who started approaching him, before you could stop yourself words escaped your mouth, "Please don't!" 

You sobbed when she turned to you with a menacing glare, her hand shooting up grabbing you by your hair, "What was that?" She asked sharply as she pulled you up by your hair, your hand shooting up instantly to hers on your head to ease the pain but one tap from her revolver and you willed yourself to put them at your side. 

"P-Please don't hit h-him.."

"Do you see this? They have bonded!" She turned to her men, a laugh escaping her plump lips while her grip on your hair remained tightened, your scalp stinging by the pull. "Aww what a cute little thing you are." She turned to you with a fake pout on her lips, "Open your mouth, Dollface." She commanded, tapping the cold revolver twice against your lips.

You closed your eyes momentarily, letting your tears fall freely as you slowly parted your lips, instantly the revolver was pushed into your mouth, "You wouldn't mind taking the bullet for him, would you?" She asked menacingly, raising an eyebrow, "in the same sweet little mouth you used to defend him?" You felt a sob break through your body as she pushed the gun harder, making you gag slightly at the taste of the cold metallic taste.

"Look at me." Your teary eyes shot to meet hers, the blue iris, deeper than the ocean but as lifeless as a graveyard and you pleaded through your eyes but it died down the moment you heard the empty click of her pulling the trigger, followed by her laugh. "Today's someone lucky day!" The men chuckled and she let go of your hair, pulling the revolver out of your mouth, wiping the wet muzzle on your already wet cheeks before turning to the cuffed man.

"Your turn Loverboy, let's see." You wiped your wet cheeks, from tears and saliva, your hand caressing your burning scalp. Your legs shaking in fear and you could feel yourself falling at any moment. You felt your stomach dropping at the sound of an empty click. "This shit keeps getting excited!" 

"Come on, Dollface. You can't be that lucky." She grabbed the collar of your wet top, pulling you up straighter, "Goodnight." She started trailing the revolver down from your neck to your chest, nestling it easily on your cleavage. Your skin burning everywhere she trailed the weapon.

You closed your eyes, thinking of any good deed you have done, the thing that disturbed you was that you couldn't find any, you ignored it, accepting your death. You can't be that lucky to survive this fifth shot as well until you hear an empty click of the trigger. Your eyes widening, looking at the Capo who winked at you. "Guess Loverboy is the one." 

She turned to the man and you registered the fact that you were still alive, slumping down on the chair, once again the begging and pleading of the man filled the room. Talking about his wife and kids. "Please! Please admit it!" He pleaded to you as the woman hovered above him with the revolver in her hand. You made eye contact with him and you decided maybe that would be your good deed as you die.

"It was me! I was the one who conned your men!" You shouted the truth,  watching as relief fell on his features and he mustered up a tiny grateful smile which died down instantly as the firing of the revolver was heard and you almost thought it was you who was shot until the man fell back with the chair. 

You let out a horror-filled scream as you moved forward, pushing the woman aside, you knelt beside the dying man, helpless to do anything to save him, you could only mutter please over and over again under your breath as sob after sob wrecked your body. You didn't know what you were pleading for anymore.

Please forgive me.

Please don't die.

Please don't hurt me.

Please don't kill me.

Please free me.

"Why would you do this?! It was me! Not him." You yelled loudly, looking up at the red head who stood over you with an emotionless face. You didn't understand where the sudden confidence was coming from, why there was a wave of anger, why the loss of a life you didn't even know hurt so much. 

"I knew it was you. You gave it away when you talked about the auction even though I never mentioned it." She shrugged nonchalantly and you felt disgusted by the way she was acting, right after killing an innocent soul. 

At that moment you realized that it was true. All the cruel stories about the Capo which you brushed off as rumors.

She was deranged. Evil. Merciless. Power-hungry. A sadist. Everything those hushed conversations of clubs told about her. 

"Th-Then..why did you kill him?" You still asked. Your breathing was heavy but slowly coming under control. She loomed over you with a dark look on her alluring features.

"Because no outsider sees who I am and gets to live." She placed the revolver down on the table and sat on the edge of it. Each time she answers you, you are filled with more and more questions. 

"A-Are you going to K-Kill me as well?" You asked slowly, your heart hammering in your chest to the point that you were afraid it would burst out from your body. She stood up and you scrambled backward on the ground in fear, making her let out a laugh.

"Come here." She ordered, her fingers toying with the empty revolver on the table as an amused smile played on her lips, but you knew better than to mistake it for calmness. 

She was the calm before a raging storm in an ocean, where you were on a wooden log, waiting for her to devour you wholly into the depth of her madness.

When you instantly didn't move, she raised an eyebrow, her face hardening into a look you could only take as anger. "Don't make me repeat myself, Doll." You slowly stood up on your trembling feet, walking toward her hesitantly, heart beating faster with every inch you got nearer to her. 

When she let out a satisfied hum, you stopped, just mere inches away from her, you could inhale the smell she was wearing. She moved closer and you whimpered in fear, "So adorable." She cooed, pulling your cheek painfully before caressing the abused flesh, pulling a whimper of pain from you. 

"You wanna know why you are still standing here and not on the floor next to him? Despite stealing thousands from me?" She asked with a dark smile on her lips when you nodded very stiffly, she winked at you, moving closer until her lips caressed your ear. A shiver running down your spine.

"I miss my fancy gold watch."

[lesbesapphic]

Gold Rush AU

Dynamic - HC/Blurb

A/N - Fluff after the divider

Wanda had trouble fitting in the dynamic in the beginning, lot of situation with pulls and push but she would always make sure to communicate.

Always checking in on you with color system or safe words.

Once comfortable in the dynamic, you would start learning more about the brunette. What pushes her buttons and what not.

Wanda would make you work for her affection unlike Natasha who had given you everything on the slightest indication of your wish.

You have learned over time to hide your mistakes or rule breaking from Wanda lands you only in deeper trouble.

The brunette always seem to know and even Natasha wouldn't save you from her wrath.

You would know because you have tried that in past, running to Natasha to save you.

Only for her to receive one look from Wanda and handing you right back to the brunette. You didn't fail to notice the dilation of her eye color, obviously enjoying whatever Wanda was going to do you

And Wanda would do things you haven't ever dreamt of with Natasha.

The time when Wanda had you warm her strap for hours, while she worked on her laptop.

You had done this with Natasha before but it was not as strict or brutal.

For every whine, moan or groan, Wanda would add up ten minutes more to your designated time.

And God forbid if you even tried grinding or moving your hips to the slightest, her fingers would instantly sought your clit.

You made the mistake to think she was giving you, your much needed release. Fingers expertly bringing you closer to your orgasm only to leave you high and dry.

A finger placed on your lips to shush your whines, "Stop Distracting Me." A warning in her voice that sent a jolt of pleasure directly to your core.

"Will you ever do it again?" She would ask, cooing when you troubled forming a single sentence together. "Dumb little baby, can't think of anything else other than my cock?"

Needless to say, You would have trouble walking properly the day after and Natasha's smirk won't help either. "Why do you even challenge her so much, Baby?"

You snuggle closer to the red-head, "She is meanie." Kissing her lips, getting on her lap. "I can still hear you two, do you realise that?"

"We are only stating facts, Daddy." You squealed when fingers dug into your side, pulling fits of laughter from you. You pleaded to Natasha with watery eyes.

It took just a moment for Natasha and you to pin Wanda down begging to let go.

It would be the only time you would see Wanda beg like that and you would make most of it. "Do I get a free pass for the next time I break a rule?"

"If-If you don't stop, you-you might get a punishment first." You almost relented but one head shake from Natasha who had Wanda's hands pinned on, you start again. "Sorry, Can't do, Daddy.''

"Natasha!" Wanda squealed squirming, trying to break free. "Fine! I-I won't sell you shares!"

"Sorry, Princess but your Daddy has a better offer." With that said, Natasha had you pinned down while Wanda looked at you with a mischievous grin.

"Now what was that you were saying?" Fingers ready to dive into your sides. "Daddy please." You moaned bucking your hips and the atmosphere changed completely.

Wanda's lips were on yours while Natasha worked with your clothing.

The dinner was long forgotten between you three.

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With Natasha busy mostly in work, Wanda would make sure to treat you like princess you were.

She would take you shopping every other day, buying you whatever you desire and actually picking our clothing and jewelry for you.

She would enjoy picking out dresses and holding them up to you, "Hm..what do you think of this one, Sugar?" She would ask as you shyly peered up to her. "Why don't you go try this for, Daddy?"

Wanda's love language is giving gift that much is sure. Whenever Wanda would go out alone, she would come back with a gift for you. There hasn't been a single time where the brunette has return without a package in her hands.

Jewellery, food, clothes, gadgets, flowers, chocolates whatever she can get her hands on.

The funny thing being, Natasha becoming competitive and coming home with gifts as well.

It came to the point where you have to ask them to stop, it was making you feel guilty. The gifts on top of your allowance.

Wanda would pull you into her lap, "But I like adoring you with jewelry and dresses, like a cute little doll you are."

"I really like when you wear the stuff I get you." "Don't you like them as well, princess?" "Do you not love us?" "Should we stop?"

After all the sad pouts, you definitely had to relent and let the two give you everything they wanted. It was sweet.

"You could also gift us something."

"Anything."

"Why don't you move in? Your college is nearer from here, plus Wanda has to pick you up every morning for college anyway and we are so used to you, All your stuff is here already and we love to wake up next you and we-"

"What she means is, Sugar we would really appreciate if you decide to move in here. We know that it would be a big step but we reassure you to give you all the space you need and it is your choice in the end. You can say no and we would respect that."

"Yeah that's what I meant."

All your clothes and projects and assignments were already in their home. Plus wanda refused to let you use the bus for college and would pick you up every morning for college, causing her trouble as well. You practically live with them and you too loved waking up next to them. You could never say no to them anyway.

"I would love to."

The whole dynamic was becoming more and more of a relationship with the duo than a sugar baby contract and you were more than happy.

A/N: How this little blurb became so much? I would never know. I decided to give you all something amidst all the work I have piled up for the 100+ followers!!!

Thank you so so so much!! I love every single one of you. The one who don't interact, yes you. I love you as well! All of you.

Hope you all enjoyed it! 💕

Feel free to share ideas and request about Gold Rush AU!!!

[lesbesapphic]

Golden Times

Summary - You are a conwoman in madripur. Surviving on easy money here and there. What if one of your last victims turns out to be a man of Power Broker? What if the deranged woman takes special interest in you in a game of Russian Roulette? Will you ever be able to leave?

Warning - 18+, obsession, psychopath Sharon, dark, hair pulling, choking, slapping, murder, evil, lots of crying (reader)

A/N - Posting again for the 🍁 anon. Hope you enjoy it!

Thank you everyone for reading it! Feel free to send ask about Dark Sharon. I might repost it is a Mob Natasha AU in future but not sure. Give your opinion. Would love to hear it.

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"It was as easy as stealing a candy from a baby." You were in the downtown club of Madripur, boasting about a made-up story after your fourth drink.

"Didn't she notice at all?" Someone among the circle of people asked, bewildered at what he was listening from you.

"Of course she did!" You answered before adding with a laugh, "The next time she decided to check time in her fancy missing gold watch! How smart do you think a blonde bimbo could be?" You asked and the people around you snickered. You were born and raised in Madripur, surviving the cruel streets through the art of pit pocketing and conmanship.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of eyes have been fixated on you the moment you started telling your story about stealing from right under the Power Broker's nose.

"Powerbroker or not, she is one dumb bit-"

"Excuse me, ma'am, could you please come in the back with us?"

"What? Why?" You asked your eyes darting around but you knew very well to not expect help from the people with you. Madripur is known for saving your skin in times of danger. Selfishness runs through the veins of these people. Everyone for themselves.

Before you could do anything, the bumper grabbed your arm pulling you up, making you spill your drink on yourself, the cloth material sticking to your chest, the cold from the drink making your nipples harden to add to your embarrassment. "You will see."

"Let go of me! I can walk myself!" You struggled but in vain as they continued to walk, pushing through the gates at the back, the music from the club muffled through the several doors they dragged you through, pushing you inside a big room and closing the doors from outside.

"What the hell?! Open the doors!" You yelled banging on the door when they showed no response you stopped and looked around, finally taking in your surrounding. It was an empty room with a table in the middle and two chairs. No windows, no exit you could use to escape except the door.

After several minutes of just staring at the chairs, you decided to sit down and think of the reason, you were put in here. "Fuck this..." You muttered pushing the sticking material away from your soaked chest, shuddering slightly at the coldness.

Suddenly the door opened and in came a blonde woman with three men behind her, the two men holding the other by the arms, he looked in a way worse condition than you and you gulped as fear clouded your mind. Being a con-woman and pit pocketing was the safest choice of an occupation in Madripur according to you but seeing where it landed you, you weren't sure anymore.

You instantly stood up, watching them with alert eyes, the woman snapped her fingers and the men pushed the beaten guy down on the chair next to you, you flinched by the force he was pushed down with and slowly glanced at the woman who raised a sharp eyebrow at you, gesturing toward the chair and you slowly settled yourself down. Still not understanding why you were here at all.

"They were the only conmen present at that day, power broker." The bald man with many tattoos spoke to the woman and you could feel all your blood leaving your face. No one really actually knows the Power Broker by face, if she was revealing herself to you two then one thing was clear. You two were not going to leave this room alive.

"I o-only pit pocket.." You squeaked out and the blonde woman's gaze turned to you sharply, her lips twitching barely indicating the bemused smirk, her eyes flickering to your chest, your white top sticking to your chest, very much revealing your sexy red lacy bra and pointed nipples. You unconsciously crossed your arms and that seemed to pull her attention away. A shiver ran down your spine.

"O-Only pit pocket?" She mocked copying the quiver in your voice, morphing her features easily into a scared innocent look, exaggerating it. At least one thing was clear, she was indeed a bitch. Just not dumb. The two men behind her chuckled and you felt your face burning up.

"One of you had clearly con my men  into paying you for a painting that wasn't even yours, to begin with." The woman moved forward and you flinched, quickly getting rid of the emotions playing in your mind.

A difficult task as you were bombarded with the flashes of the day, you decided to fish for a bigger target, going home with a lot of money for a painting that wasn't even yours, to begin with. You thanked all the lessons of conmanship that allowed you to mask your emotions. At least better than the man next to you who instantly started begging his innocence.

Then you realized, he was begging because he was innocent, something you would have done as well if you were innocent. "I swear I didn't do it! I don't even like paintings! Please let me go!" You followed his lead and ignored the dark chuckle from the blonde in front of you.

"Clearly enough to sell it." She said brushing the imaginary wrinkle from her navy blue suit complimenting her pale skin. Acting bored, playing with your psychology of her victims. "I have places to be. The faster the culprit admits, the other can go home." She crossed her arms and you were about to say something but the man turned to you.

"Please! Please tell her the truth! I have a wife and kids!" He pleaded with tears rolling down his eyes and you didn't know if he was acting or being serious but the lesson you learned when you were young was engraved in your mind. Every woman for herself in Madripur.

"I don't have any truth to tell! Why don't you admit you conned her man at that auction?" You asked back, putting enough emotions in your voice, forcing tears out of your eyes, the man looked at you in disbelief.

"I am not even a conman! Please I have kids.." He begged and you bit your lip reminding yourself of the mantra over and over again.

"Enough." The woman's voice cut both of you off and you two instantly shut up. "I had enough of you two's bickering. We are going to a play game now." A deranged smile form on her lips and you audibly gulped as a man handed her a revolver. The man next to you begged again and the bald man punched his face for speaking up. You understood the reason behind his bruised and your untouched face now. You knew when to shut up.

"Ever heard of Russian Roulette?" She asked as she placed a single bullet into the cylinder of the revolver, rolling it with one slender finger before clicking it shut, pulling the trigger once. Five shots left.

You slowly nodded at her question and she winked at you, "Be a sweetheart and explain to him what is that." She commanded and you swallowed dryly.

"She w-will take turns in shooting, both of us. O-ne by one until the bullet aligns..." You scratched at your fingers in nervousness, drawing blood, watching the fear settled in the eyes of the men beside you.

"Actually, you both will take turns into shooting yourself, don't try any funny business though," She walked forward toward you, "I would hate to tear you two apart limb by limb." She picked up your hand in her calloused one and placed the revolver in it. "Do you know the pain it causes when you rip nails apart slowly from each of the fingers?" Her fingers tugged at your finger playfully and you could feel the tears burning your eyes again, falling freely. This time real one.

"Good luck." She pulled away and gestured with her hand to you to continue and you tremble in fear, she placed her hand over yours putting the revolver on the side of your head. "We don't have the whole night, Dollface."

You closed your eyes tightly, feeling her finger push on yours pulling the trigger, the empty click following. Your heartbeat was the only thing you could hear, if you were tipsy earlier, you were dead sober now. Your heart on the verge of exploding. "Now the loverboy!" She moved over to him, placing the gun on his head, you noticed he was already cuffed to the chair unlike you.

He once again started begging and pleading, would you have reacted in the same way? The woman groaned and slapped the man, the sound of the slap ringing loudly throughout the room, she motioned to the bald man who started approaching him, before you could stop yourself words escaped your mouth, "Please don't!"

You sobbed when she turned to you with a menacing glare, her hand shooting up grabbing you by your hair, "What was that?" She asked sharply as she pulled you up by your hair, your hand shoot up instantly to hers on your head to ease the pain but one tap from her revolver and you willed yourself to put them at your side.

"P-Please don't hit h-him.."

"Do you see this? They have bonded!" She turned to her men, a laugh escaping her plump lips while her grip on your hair remained tightened, your scalp stinging by the pull. "Aww what a cute little thing you are."   She turned to you with a fake pout on her lips, "Open your mouth, Dollface." She commanded, tapping the cold revolver twice against your lips.

You closed your eyes momentarily, letting your tears fall freely as you slowly parted your lips instantly the revolver was pushed into your mouth, "You wouldn't mind taking the bullet for him, would you?" She asked menacingly raising an eyebrow, "in the same sweet little mouth you used to defend him?" You felt a sob break through your body as she pushed the gun harder, making you gag slightly at the taste of the cold metallic taste.

"Look at me." Your teary eyes shot to meet hers, the blue iris, deeper than the ocean but as lifeless as a graveyard and you pleaded through your eyes but it died down the moment you heard the empty click of her pulling the trigger, followed by her laugh. "Today's someone lucky day!" The men chuckled and she let go of your hair, pulling the revolver out of your mouth, wiping the wet muzzle on your already wet cheeks before turning to the cuffed man.

"Your turn Loverboy, let's see." You wiped your wet cheeks, from tears and saliva, your hand caressing your burning scalp. Your legs shaking in fear and you could feel yourself falling at any moment. You felt your stomach dropping at the sound of an empty click. "This shit keeps getting excited!"

"Come on, Dollface. You can't be that lucky." She grabbed the collar of your wet top, pulling you up straighter, "Goodnight." She started trailing the revolver down from your neck to your chest, nestling it easily on your cleavage. Your skin burning everywhere she trailed the weapon.

You closed your eyes, thinking of any good deed you have done, the thing that disturbed you was that you couldn't find any, you ignored it, accepting your death. You can't be that lucky to survive this fifth shot as well until you heard an empty click of the trigger. Your eyes widening, looking at the Power Broker who winked at you. "Guess Loverboy is the one."

She turned to the man and you registered the fact that you were still alive, slumping down on the chair, once again the begging and pleading of the man filled the room. Talking about his wife and kids. "Please! Please admit it!" He pleaded to you as the woman hovered above him with the revolver in her hand. You made eye contact with him and you decided maybe that would be your good deed as you die.

"It was me! I was the one who conned your men!" You shouted the truth,  watching as relief fell on his features and he mustered up a tiny grateful smile which died down instantly as the firing of the revolver was heard and you almost thought it was you who was shot until the man fell back with the chair.

You let out a horror-filled scream as you moved forward, pushing the woman aside, you knelt beside the dying man, helpless to do anything to save him, you could only mutter please over and over again under your breath as sob after sob wrecked your body. You didn't know what you were pleading for anymore.

Please forgive me.

Please don't die.

Please don't hurt me.

Please don't kill me.

Please free me.

"Why would you do this?! It was me! Not him." You yelled loudly, looking up at the blonde woman who stood over you with an emotionless face. You didn't understand where the sudden confidence was coming from, why there was a wave of anger, why the loss of a life you didn't even know hurt so much.

"I knew it was you. You gave it away when you talked about the auction even though I never mentioned it." She shrugged nonchalantly and you felt disgusted by the way she was acting, right after killing an innocent soul.

At that moment you realized that it was true. All the cruel stories about the power broker which you brushed off as rumors.

She was deranged. Evil. Merciless. Power-hungry. A sadist. Everything those hushed conversations of clubs told about her.

"Th-Then..why did you kill him?" You asked still. Your breathing was heavy but slowly coming under control. She loomed over you with a dark look on her alluring features.

"Because no outsider sees who I am and get to live." She placed the revolver down on the table and sat on the edge of it. Each time she answers you, you were filled with more and more questions.

"A-Are you going to K-Kill me as well?" You asked slowly, your heart hammering in your chest to the point that you were afraid it would burst out from your body. She stood up and you scrambled backward on the ground in fear, making her let out a laugh.

"Come here." She ordered, her fingers toying with the empty revolver on the table as an amused smile played on her lips, but you knew better than to mistake it for calmness.

She was the calm before a raging storm in an ocean, where you were on a wooden log, waiting for her to devour you wholly into the depth of her madness.

When you instantly didn't move, she raised an eyebrow, her face hardening into a look you could only take as anger. "Don't make me repeat myself, Doll." You slowly stood up on your trembling feet, walking toward her hesitantly, heart beating faster with every inch you got nearer to her.

When she let out a satisfied hum, you stopped, just mere inches away from her, you could inhale the smell she was wearing. She moved closer and you whimpered in fear, "So adorable." She cooed pulling your cheek painfully before caressing the abused flesh, pulling mewl of pains from you.

"You wanna know why you are still standing here and not on the floor next to him? Despite stealing thousands from me?" She asked with a dark smile on her lips when you nodded very stiffly, she winked at you, moving closer until her lips caressed your ear. A shiver running down your spine.

"I miss my fancy gold watch."

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I was thinking of all the sorority mcu women fic I have read and suddenly I wanna write a very mean sorority head wanda with a corruption kink and very sweet innocent new joinee reader.

Seriously, it would be perfect and funny at the same time. Wanda all smug and cocky planning to toy with reader's sexual desires. She would be like "I am feeling so hot.." And the innocent reader with a huge crush on the redhead would reach up to check up her temperature in concern only to apologise for touching her and then asking if she need any to go see the nurse? Or need water?

Natasha and carol laughing behind Wanda who would shoot them a glare, before turning to reader to give her an earful but even she couldn't bring herself to be annoyed at the sweet little innocent thing who looked at her with such concern.

[lesbesapphic]

I write for

Hello!

Below are the ladies for whom I write and some of the fandoms I am part of. You are free to request anything and I will try to write to the best of my ability.

Marvel Women

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Sharon Carter

Peggy Carter (maybe)

Agatha Harkness

Dynasty

Fallon Carrington

Jade West (from victorious)

Liz Gillies (maybe)

Red Velvet

Irene (wenrene, joyrene, reader)

Joy (joyrene, wenjoy maybe, reader)

G-friend

Sowon

Sin B

Other Fandoms I am part of and can write if idea is nice

Harry Potter (depends)

Vampire Academy (definitely)

The Originals (maybe)

Oceans 8 (Daphne? Hell yess)

Harley Quinn (maybe)

(There are must be more)

[lesbesapphic]

Gold Rush - WandaNat AU

Summary- You have been with Natasha in a sugar baby contract for almost a year now. Then Natasha introduced her perfect girlfriend Wanda. You were bound to hate her. What would happen when Wanda joins Natasha into punishing you?

Warning - 18+, spanking, punishment, mommykink, name-calling, degrading, humiliation, candle wax, brat taming.

A/N - Thank you so much for reading this. 💕 This is my first time so please go easy on me. It would be a whole new universe, I have several blurbs and draft lined up for this one so feel free to send any ideas or anything you like to see in future through asks. Have fun!

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Y/N let her eyes wander around but there was only so much you could see on a plain black wall. Her thoughts went to the reason why she was here and slowly she found herself leaning forward, it was not even intentional at that point, her nose touched the wall and it felt like she pressed a hidden sensor as instantly Natasha's voice filled the room.

"If that happens again, you will find yourself over my lap." You shuddered at the thought, the last time it happened you couldn't sit properly for a week. You turned slightly to look at the redhead. She was typing on her laptop while her other hand was occupied writing something down on her notepad. You snapped out of it when you heard the door open after a single knock.

Instantly knowing who was it from the nerves to just barge in, with no fear of the woman sitting behind the desk. "Did Stark approach you?" Wanda's velvety voice filled your ears and you could picture her walking over to Nat and kissing her. You wanted to grumble and maybe disturb them but you knew better. Nat would punish you right in front of Wanda without a care and you bet the evil witch would have loved to watch you get humiliated.

You sighed, you were allowed to not like Wanda right? It was going so great with Natasha and you. Natasha is the perfect sugar mommy and you being the, well not so perfect but still the most charming and bratty sugar baby. Natasha's word. Then one day Natasha decided to get a girlfriend. Mind you, a hot, rich, and gorgeous girlfriend who could pay her own bills, unlike your pathetic self. Did you regret being a snarky little shit to Wanda the first few times you met her? No. Do you still wince at the thought of the spanking you received for it? Yes. Will you do it again? No doubt.

It didn't matter though at least when Natasha knew the boundaries. She had always made sure to never have you and Wanda in the same place or anywhere near each other. But recently the lines have become blurry, even you could agree on how the redhead's presence didn't bother you that much anymore. That's what became a bother in itself, Wanda not being a bother.

The relationship you had with the two women was complicated to say the least. You were like a dirty little secret, you still don't know how Wanda even allowed Natasha to continue her contract with you but you didn't care. Especially now that Wanda is always around the corner. Especially when it is supposed to be Natasha and You time. Isn't she suppose to hate you? Even you hate her relationship with Natasha.

Well, She is the one Natasha goes home to and is serious about.

Not now brain.

"What's she doing here?" Wanda asked and you had the urge to turn around but you stayed put to not make Natasha any madder than she already was. You felt your face heating up knowing Wanda was looking at you. Standing in the corner with just your shirt on. Waiting for your punishment like a little girl.

"Why don't you ask her yourself?" Natasha's nonchalant reply made your heart race and you gulped feeling your face flush a deeper shade of red. Please don't do this. Please don't talk to me.

You mentally prayed but they were all vanished as Natasha asked you to turn around. You sighed and had half the mind to just stay staring at your favorite black wall but you knew better than to disobey her as you slowly turned on your heels. Your eyes capturing the scene before you. Natasha was still typing freely on her laptop while Wanda was sitting on her desk twirling the paperweight in her hand as her eyes took into you. You knew what Natasha was doing and you hated it. She was using Wanda to punish you, at this point, you rather have a spanking and your credit card taken away.

You watched the smirk play on Wanda's face and that's when you looked away at the floor, "What are you doing here Sugar?" You could hear the shit-eating grin on her face but you refused to look at her especially after the use of that pet name. Come to think of it, she hardly ever call you by your name. It is always sugar. Ugly. Yuck.

"Do I need to remind you what happens when you forget your manners?" Natasha asked and you looked up at her, the smirk on her face visible. You almost regret coming to her home today. But you were bored and wanted attention. And then you decided to be a brat.

Shut up brain.

"No." You replied curtly with a little edge in your voice and Wanda's smirk grew while Natasha's face harden. She raised an eyebrow, "No, What?"

You felt a shiver run down your spine and your face felt hot as you looked down, "No.Mommy." You said quietly, your shyness taking over. Wanda's chuckle filled the room and you wished for the ground to just open up and swallow you whole.

"So what are you doing here?" Before Nat could say anything else, Wanda reminded everyone why you were getting reprimanded just now. For not answering the girlfriend at once.

You gave Wanda the best glare you could manage while not being considered rude. You were going to answer correctly until you see the smirk widen on her face."To fuck your girlfriend obviously."

It all happened so fast. Wanda's smirk dropped replacing with a bewildered look. A grin forming on your face which too fell once Natasha's voice reverberated off the walls. "Come here you brat!" 

If it wasn't for Wanda's presence, you would have started apologizing but your ego pulled you back. "But.." You sighed and made your way forward slowly, very aware of your lack of pants as goosebumps fall all over your body especially your naked legs.

"Not so chatty anymore?" Wanda asked getting off the desk and walking to sit on Nat's side of the desk to receive the first-hand show of your humiliation. You ignored her and focused your attention on the pair of green eyes that were hell-bent on making you grovel at her feet tonight. Maybe as well as Wanda's.

Natasha grabbed your hand and pulled you closer when you were shuffling far away from her. "Now what was it that you said?" She asked and her grip on your wrist tightened when you immediately didn't answer.

"To see my favorite mommy?" You said hoping to get out of it with batting your eyelashes and playing cute which actually works on Natasha half of the time. Wanda snorted beside you two and Natasha slapped your upper thigh hard and you winced hopping on your foot.

"Oww.."

"I am being serious." You used your other hand to rub your thigh as you resigned to your fate. "To..fuck your girlfriend." You whispered and Natasha's grip tightened again, her other hand pushing yours away from your thigh and tracing the hot print she left just a few seconds ago. Her hand felt cold, soothing like a cream on your stinging flesh.

"And why are you actually here? And when you are at it, Please also explain to Wanda why you are going to get punished as well. Starting with an apology for your earlier behavior." Natasha smirked and turned you around so you were facing the cause of all your problems.

"Mommy..please." You pleaded but it died down instantly when Nat dug her fingernails warningly on your thigh. You looked at Wanda who had her arm crossed and was waiting for you to further humiliate yourself.

"I. I am sorry, Wanda-"

"It's Ms.Maximoff to you." 

You grimaced and made a face before starting again, "I am sorry Ms.Maximoff."

"Good Girl." You felt a shiver run down your spine at the praise and could feel yourself getting wet. You gulped before continuing, "I came here to get Mommy's attention."

"Did you succeed?" The brunette asked while twirling the paperweight around in her hand, her eyes focused on your red face. "No.."

"No, Ms.Maximoff." You corrected yourself not wanting more things to add to your list of punishments. "Why is it so, I am sure Natasha wouldn't have denied you if you had asked nicely." She fake concern.

"Tell her Princess, why did I send you to the corner." Natasha's hand ran up and down on your thigh, each time getting closer to your core making you close your legs rubbing together.

"I was being a brat." You whimpered and closed your eyes as Natasha's hand slapped your thigh making you spread your legs apart. "And what happened to little girls who act like a brat?" You shivered at Wanda's tone as she put the paperweight down on the table before leaning forward trailing her finger down your cheek to your neck. Her nail scratching a line.

"They-They get punished.." You whimpered, your eyes following the movement of Wanda's movement. "Mommy please touch me." You groaned when Natasha ceased all contact and got up on her feet.

Your eyes flickered to Wanda who was looking at Natasha over your shoulder with a predatory look. "Bend over the desk." Natasha's command came in a breathy whisper to your ear from behind you, her body pressing against you as her hands clutched at your hips tightly. You immediately complied bending over beside Wanda, fully aware of the show you were putting on but it only seemed to turn you on further.

"How many spanks do you think you deserve, baby?" Natasha asked her fingers trailing up and down on the back of your thigh and ass making you whimper in anticipation.

Knowing exactly what she was going to do. Whenever Natasha makes you choose a number, it is always a losing game. If you choose a number two low, she doubles or triples it or if you choose a number too high, she goes along with it. A sinking ship.

You whimpered when a smack fall on your panty-covered ass, "I am waiting." Natasha reminded. "Thirty...three?" You asked and Wanda laughed at your timid voice, you felt your cheeks going another shade of red at the close proximity of you two. Her hand was inches away from your face to support herself on the desk.

It wasn't the first time Wanda was seeing you like that, being the troublemaker you are, you spend more time over Natasha's lap than you would care to admit. The first time was when you had lied and gone to the college party Natasha had specifically told you not to, three times because she needed you for an event just the day after.

Natasha was livid when she found out, she cancelled the plan to go and, she had you bent over the bed in the room she shared with Wanda as she flogged your ass to the inch of the day. Wanda had walked in and was greeted by the sight of you crying and becoming a blubbering mess as Natasha mercilessly beat the brattiness out of you. She had the gal stay and direct Natasha on how she can use the flogger more effectively. No doubt you hated her so much.

"That's quite a big number for a dumb baby like you." Wanda mocked and you bit your lip instead of replying to her. "I was actually going to give you twenty and an extra five for disrespecting Wanda but guess now we have to give you thirty-three and an extra five which would be..?" Natasha asked and you almost wanted to cry out at the thought.

"Thirty-Eight, Mommy." You said and bit your lip preparing for the spanking. Your muscles tightening.

"Relax. Count each one or we begin all over again. Clear?" Natasha asked her hand rubbing your ass, you nodded, "Yes mommy.." You whispered and closed your eyes not wanting to see Wanda's hand.

The first spank came on your right cheek and you jumped at the force. "One." You counter after a little intake of breath, your hands searched for something to grab but couldn't reach the edge, and laid flat on the table.

The next two came in quick succession on your upper thighs and you cried out the numbers quickly. The fourth spank came so hard that you almost forgot to count the number, tears were beginning to form in your eyes. "four, Mommy!"

The next ten were ranging medium and all in the same pattern Natasha had formed in the first four, first the cheeks then the thighs, marking the skin a beautiful fiery red. The fifteenth came a little lower with much force that your leg kicked forward almost missing Natasha by an inch. "Hold still!" Natasha warned with a tiny slap to your leg and you cried the number, tears were falling freely at this point.

"Do you want me to make Wanda hold you down?" She asked sharply and you quickly shook your head as the other said woman laughed at your whimpering state. "No mommy." You whispered through your tears. From the corner of your eyes, you could see Wanda tapping away on her phone, it was even more humiliating to think it was such a daily occurrence to her that you getting your ass spanked right next to her was not even of interest to her.

After the twentieth spanked, Natasha stopped and hooked her finger on your panties, slowly pulling them down and you closed your eyes tightly in embarrassment, knowing they were wet from the spanking and the humiliation, wondering how much of a slut Wanda was thinking you are and getting bare bottom spanking right next to Wanda only added to your embarrassment. You wished for the desk to cut open and swallow you whole.

Your thoughts were cut short when Natasha started spanking you again, the first spank being unexpected it took you by surprise and your hand shot to grab something as you cried out in pain. Not realizing it was Wanda's hand that you had grabbed until you heard the woman above you, "Shh..easy there, Sugar." She squeezed your hand and turned slightly, you instantly let go and cried more numbers out as Natasha continued her assault on your naked ass.

"35, Mommy!" You sobbed and almost leaned forward when Wanda's hand started soothingly running through your hair, "Shh, you are almost done okay..doing such good job. Just breathe now." Wanda continued to run her hand through your hair as Natasha gave the last three smacks in one go, making you sob in the pain and count quickly. "Good Girl." Wanda praised you when you followed her command.

"Please..Mommy!" You whimpered rubbing your thighs together, wincing in pain when Natasha turned you over on the table, your back on the cold desk, your butt making contact with it, a cry escaping at the dull ache not just on your ass but between your legs as well. "That's why the slut is still crying.." Natasha ran her hand through your wetness. "Always wet throughout your punishment..such a dirty little slut" She muttered to herself and you felt your face grow hot hearing the degrading way she was talking about you. You whimpered bucking your hips up hoping to get her attention where you needed it the most.

Natasha moved her slick covered hand to her mouth, slowly licking each finger clean while staring at you the whole time, making you flush and warm in all places. You watched as her eyes flickered to Wanda who was watching her with lust in her eyes, you shivered from the cold noticing how her tongue dart out to lick her dry lips.

Natasha leaned in and started kissing the brunette who moaned loudly pulling the redhead closer with her hands placed on the other woman's hips, just the thought of Wanda moaning at your taste caused a gush of wetness between your thighs, not realizing what took over you as you slowly moved your hand over your drenched pussy, a loud moan slipping past your lips when you felt your own wetness.

"And to think you were just punished for being a needy little slut." Natasha growled in between her kiss, she wasn't looking at you to know the cause of the moan. You registered the warning in her words and even though you knew the consequences, your fingers still slipped past your pussy lips to push on your clit, letting out a gasp when a hand grabbed your wrist pulling it back harshly. "I don't think the dumb baby can control herself. Can you, Sugar?" Wanda's hand squeezed your wrist tightly and you closed your eyes in frustration until a hand collided with your soaked pussy and you cried out at the way pain mixed with pleasure making your toes curl.

"She asked a question, slut." Natasha's hand slowly rubbed your heated core, applying pressure in just the right places before she dropped her hand again on your pussy.

"Mo-Mommy Please, Sorry!" You didn't know if you were begging for her to stop or to continue, "I-I can't." You answered and felt the tears forming in your eyes once again when Natasha slapped your pussy the third time with the same amount of force, you tried closing your legs but she held your legs apart.

Wanda cooed above you, "Open your pretty eyes, Sweetheart." She whispered and you sought for her eyes and watched as she took your slick covered fingers in her mouth, her tongue swirling around your digits. You shuddered when she pulled away with an audible pop, a smirk settled on her lips. "Watch Mommy."

You felt the tip of a strap running up and down your slit and you turned to look at Natasha who had a strap lined up against your center, "Don't think we would need lube this time with how wet you are, Malishka."

Natasha has been taking time in stretching you up with each session when you both realized how tight you were, even the smallest strap on in her collection was big for you and She had to use lube the first time, slowly warming you up, cooing, and praising you for every little movement, the gentle side of her almost made you question the Nat she was in your first few session.

"Plea-se just..fuck me." You let out between moans, bucking your hips forward for the strap, and Natasha's eyes darken at you being so needy. "Give the dumb baby what she wants, Nat." Wanda jumped up on the table, moving to your side and you watched her movements, groaning when Natasha started pushing in, her other hand rubbing your clit.

You gasped at how easily Wanda ripped your shirt open, buttons flying and scattering on the desktop, your gasp turned into a load whimper when Natasha pushed in completely, hardly giving you any time to adjust when she pulled out and slamming again while Wanda started kissing your neck, nipping and sucking. Your hands pulled her closer as you pushed your head in her neck whimpering and mewling as Natasha started fucking you at a relentless pace.

"Such cute little pathetic noises," Wanda laughed as she pushed you down, back on the desk, her hand cupping your breast, finger rolling your hardened nub, pinching your nipple lightly and you closed your eyes at the feeling of pain and pleasure mixing together.

"Don't you dare cum before permission," Natasha warned when you started clenching around the strap, feeling your orgasm building, "Mommy! C-Can I cum?" You asked between your moans and gasps of pleasure trying to hold back your climax as Wanda freely groped at your breast, playing with your nipples.

"Can you?" Wanda half mocked, half cooed at your sprawled state, leaning forward, her face inches away from yours as her hand slithers up to your neck, closing around it lightly. "M-May I?" You whimpered when Natasha stilled your hips.

"Cum." Natasha paired her word with a flick to your clit and that's all you needed to hear as you let go, your toes curling, trying to close your thighs but Natasha keeping you open, slowly riding out your orgasm. "Look at me," Wanda commanded above you, her hand squeezing around your neck and you gasped for air.

You choked a whimper when Natasha slide out from your wet pussy, the sound embarrassing you which was forgotten immediately when Wanda's grip tightened enough to cut off your oxygen supply with Natasha's mouth on your sensitive pussy cleaning you up, "So sweet. Give me another?" Natasha phrased it as a question but even with your mind clogged with pleasure, you knew the meaning behind it.

You shook your head, gasping for oxygen when Wanda let go with a chuckle, watching you struggle to catch your breath, sweat glistening your body. "Mommy..No. Please" You pleaded, your attempt to close your legs in vain with Natasha's fingernails digging in your thighs warningly halting your movement at once.

"You really thought the spanking was your punishment for being the desperate little slut earlier?" Natasha asked her fingers darting inside you, curling around, pulling whimper of pleasure and pain from you.

"Poor foolish, baby." You watched as Wanda get off the desk from the corner of your eyes, Natasha pulling back your attention with a kiss on your lips, making you taste your own juices.

"The fun has just begun." Natasha pulled away with a devilish smirk on her lips and you watched with hooded eyes as Wanda approached you again with a burning candle in hand. Natasha pulled out her fingers from your pussy and you cried out softly. "Hush, Malishka." Natasha pushed the papers on her desk down on the floor creating more space.

"What is your safe word, Sugar?" Wanda asked hovering above you with the candle in her hand, your eyes fixed on the drop of wax threatening to fall on your chest.

"B-" The wax drop burned your chest and it just took a second for it to dry down before Natasha peeled it off, her tongue soothing the burning sensation.

Indeed. The fun has just begun.

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A/N- Can you guess your safe word? It should be easy if you know Natasha. Comment below your answers! 💕

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𝘉𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 🖤🤯

Invisible String

(Natasha x Reader)

Summary - Based on a request.

Natasha the popular football team captain is dating the invisible nerd reader. Everything was going great until Natasha's fear for her fame gets in between. What happens when someone starts showing special interest in reader? Will Natasha finally put love over popularity? Or the invisible string finally break?

Warning - Angst, jealousy, anger?, sadness, smut, I guess there is none. Didn't proof read.

Words - 6.5k

A/N ; Hey Everyone!

Thank you for all the love you all are showing me. Please feel free to put ideas in my ask box.

Hey Anon! I hope you liked it, I haven't tried anything like this before and it was my first time, I still put my heart and soul into it despite the conjunctivitis eating me alive. Lol. I just hope you like it. It is 4 in the morning and I am only updating for you. Thank you for being patient. 💕

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You watched from the bleachers as Natasha made a perfect dive in the air then coming back down on her feet with the soccer ball in her hands, her hair tied behind in a ponytail, her T-shirt was sticking to her figure giving you a view, you would be lying if you said you weren't scared of the dive hurting the redhead.

The other players hurdled around Natasha giving her pats of appreciation and the smile on her face made you jealous of the people surrounding her, they could be closer to the red-haired beauty, while you could only watch from far away.

"You will burn a hole in her head from the staring." Grace threw a crumpled piece of paper at Your head and you flinched before turning your head to glare at the younger girl.

"I wasn't staring," You said and stole one last glance at the team's captain before turning to your friends completely.

You all had a free period and you decided to spend time on the bleachers, talking and enjoying the weather and in your case the view of your gorgeous girlfriend running and saving the day.

"You kind of were." Hannah butted in and you gave a look of disbelief to your best friend while Grace cheered, she always enjoyed teasing you about your crush on Natasha, if only she knew about your relationship with the girl.

"Will you guys ever stop with this teasing?" You asked with a sigh, a little worried about blowing your cover and ruining Natasha's image, she has already warned you several times and even though you hated not being able to hold her hand in the hallways, sit with her in the cafeteria or kiss her in the locker room, you would still choose to have her in private than not having her at all.

"Not anytime soon," Grace replied with a grin and you rolled her eyes, throwing the crumpled paper from earlier back at her. "Did you even prepare for the test?" You questioned, deciding on changing the topic, your eyes momentarily searched the field for your girlfriend and your eyes met hers, you almost smiled until you saw the look on her face.

Her fingers doing the signal and you turned to your friends, "Shit, I think I forgot my assignment in my locker. I am gonna go get it. See you two soon!" You didn't even wait for their reply as you picked up your bag and ran to the empty auditorium.

You quickly tried catching your breath, running your hand through your hair, pushing up your glasses, you tried to look as presentable as you could for the arrival of your beautiful girlfriend. You didn't have to wait too long as the door opened and in came Natasha with her slightly wet hair, probably from the shower.

"Hey." You greeted her with a smile before rummaging through your bag, "I got you this." You held out a tiffin box containing the cookies you baked yesterday. Hoping it would drive off whatever the look she had given you on the ground.

"What's this?" Natasha asked with a raise of an eyebrow as she took the box from you, a small smile playing on her lips. "Are you trying to bribe me now, my little nerd?"

You rolled your eyes at the silly name before giving her a sheepish smile, "Maybe, will it work?" You asked batting your eyes at her and you watched as she let out a chuckle before moving forward to easily trap you against her and stage, putting the box beside your head.

"How many times have I told you to not hang out on the bleachers? Hmm?" Natasha asked as she nuzzled your neck, her lips tracing the skin and biting down harshly when you didn't answer immediately. You let out a gasp, your mind scrambling to formulate the answer. "A f-few times?" You replied, your voice so uncertain that it sounded more like a question, your hands reaching up and tangling in her hair, pushing her further in. Wanting her as near as possible, the smell of bodywash around you making you let out a sigh of content.

"More. You know I get distracted with you there baby." She pulled back a little to look into your eyes and you blushed at the innocent reason, no matter how many times you hear it or pay for it, it still makes you feel the most special person in her life. "Then people might get suspicious."

"Of course, why would the popular Natasha even glance at the lowly nerd like me?" You mocked and the redhead rolled her eyes, before going back to planting kisses on your neck, her hands undoing your shirt and you arched a little bit forward.

"I hate when you get sassy like this." She grumbled, her hand moving to your chest, pushing your bra down to get full access to your breast as she circled a nipple before pinching it in between her thumb and finger. You hissed arching forward into her touch. "Yeah then do something about it." You muttered leaning forward to capture her lips with yours in a passionate seal.

Natasha's expertise fingers squeezed your breast one last time before quickly working with the button on your jeans, her fingers diving into your heat, groaning when she noticed your arousal. "So wet already..." She observed pushing her fingers past your lips to circle the hardened nub making you let out small gasps and moans, trying to be as quiet as possible.

"O-Only for you." You said closing your eyes when her fingers pushed into your past your entrance pumping in and out with ease. "M-More, Fuck Natasha." You groaned, moving your hips forward to meet her languid thrust which increased when she added another finger.

"Tell me who does this wet pussy belongs to?" Natasha growled kissing your lips with a bruising force after you uttered her name. You could feel your orgasm building and the moment you thought you were there, she pulled her fingers out, leaving you high and dry.

"What the hell? Babe?!" You questioned, your frustration of not having a release and annoyance of it happening again, mixing together, "Why would you do that? How many times I have told you not to?!" You asked in disbelief and watched as the red head's smirk widened while she licked her fingers clean of your juices. You wanted nothing but to wipe off the evil smirk off her beautifully cruel face.

"A f-few times?" It took you a moment to realize that she had copied your tone from earlier and you give her a blank face and she laughed, "Oh come on! I will make up to you later tonight." She pecked your lips and you pouted at her when she started fixing you back up, putting your bra back in its place, buttoning your shirt and jeans. Her hand running through your hair, before pushing your glasses up and then pully your cheeks, cooing at you, "My adorable nerd."

"I hate you." You said blankly and swatted her hand away from your cheek and she rolled her eyes with an amused smile on her lips, "I love you too baby. Thank you for the cookies but I rather not take it with me." Natasha kissed your lips one last time before pulling away to lean beside you on the stage, taking out a cookie from the box.

"Why?" You asked in confusion, your brows furrowing together. Natasha snorted, "No one except you brings this kind of lunchbox, nerd." She pointed out holding a cookie up to your lips and your bite in annoyance.

"Yeah of course. Next time when I am over to your place, please explain to me that why," Natasha paused finishing her cookie and shutting the box again. "A grown-up young adult needs to have whatever this character is on their lunchbox." She grimaced at the image of ryuk and you rolled your eyes at her.

"Well, not my problem that you people don't have any taste." You grumbled around the cookie, your eyes taking in the red-headed beauty, the way she casually leaned on the stage, each action of her seems to pull you in further. The black leather jacket making her look more of a badass than she already was.

"It's a shinigami."

"Yeah that. You are crazy." She pecked your lips before tapping your head with the lunch box, not so gently then placing it in your hands. You pouted rubbing your head and watched as she took a step back, knowing she was leaving. "You aren't going to stay?"

"No, my friends must be looking for me."

"Yeah, the popular ones." You muttered in a sore tone and Natasha sighed, "Please don't start again, I am excited to see you tonight. Don't ruin it." She warned you before flicking your nose and kissing you one last time.

"You are my biggest bully." You pushed her rubbing your nose, watching as she let a laugh, giving you a wink before bidding farewell.

Leaving you behind with nothing but her lips on your mind.

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You walked out of the auditorium after five minutes to not draw any attention. Sometimes Natasha's rules annoy you to no end but you knew it was just to not get people suspicious of you two.

"Nice lunchbox." You heard a voice from behind you and you turned around to see a brunette standing under the shade of a tree, with a juice box in her hand. You tried deciphering the tone of her sentence.

"Shinigamis are cool." She said pushing herself off the tree and walking closer, you instantly recognized the brunette as Wanda Maximoff, the cheer captain.

"I guess." You fiddled with the box in your hand as you tried figuring out the reason Wanda Maximoff was talking to you. "Are you nervous?" She chuckled and you blushed slightly.

"No. I just don't understand why you are talking to me." You looked up at her with much more confidence than before and she smiled at you, a genuine smile. "Are you a bully?" She asked genuinely and you frowned.

"No of course not."

"Then why can't I talk to you?" She asked in confusion and you looked at her as if it was the most stupid question ever. "You are Wanda Maximoff."

"Yeah, and you?"

"That's not the point. You are the Cheer Captain. Aren't you afraid that your popularity would go down if anyone sees you interacting with...me?" You pointed out, looking around afraid for the girl in question who only looked at you like you had said the most ridiculous thing ever.

"That's the most stupid thing I have heard today. Anyway, What's in the box?" She asked before stealing it from you, "Hey! Don't you have manners?" You asked and She laughed.

"Says the one who judges people on popularity." Wanda rolled her eyes, opening the box, "Ooh cookies! Can I try one? Please." She asked and you stared at her with wonder.

"You already stole my lunch box. What's stopping you from stealing the cookie?" You asked with a shrug, watching as she pouted adorably, "Well that was different. So can I have it? Coach didn't let us eat lunch today."

"Is that suppose to melt me?"

"Yes. Is it working?"

You rolled your eyes and waved at her in dismissal, "Sure. You can have it since the person I got it for, doesn't care about it." You muttered in a sour tone which changed instantly when Wanda let out a moan, eating the cookie in pure happiness.

"They must be stupid. This is so tasty. Where did you get them from?" She asked, in between her chewing.

"Yeah, They are. I baked them actually." You answered enjoying the appreciation, "You can keep it if you want. If being seen around with that nerdy box won't affect your popularity." You added and watched as Wanda grimaced at your words.

"Thank you and no it won't affect shit. I think it is cool." She waved the closed box around for emphasis and you gave her a tiny smile. A part of you wished for Natasha to be like this about you.

"Shit!" You cursed when you heard the bell, knowing your next class was on the other side of the building. "I have to go! See you around!" You ran toward the building, Wanda's laughter could be heard in the distance.

"Bye Bye, Cookie Girl!" She called after you and you couldn't help but smile at the name. Mentally, scolding yourself for saying you will see her around. She was the Wanda Maximoff. Plus Natasha would be mad if she finds out about your interaction with her. It was better to stay away.

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Your blood boiled seeing Natasha and Bucky flirt down the hallway across you, your whole mood ruined. It ruined the moment when Natasha dropped you off four blocks away from the school. Natasha's insecurity about being seen with you was hurtful. You had started feeling insecure about yourself with how much she avoids you on school ground.

"What crawled up your ass and died?" Grace asked standing beside you and you turned to give her a sharp glare.

"A vermin." Your sharp tone catching her by surprise and she quickly raised her hand in surrender and you let out a sigh, trying to calm yourself but it being a difficult task when you can hear your girlfriend's flirty laughter just down and across the hallway.

"You sure you are okay?" She asked and you nodded, letting another sigh out. "I am fine. Just tired." You glanced one last time at the popular duo before turning to your friend completely.

"Didn't sleep well?" Your mind instantly was filled with flashes of Natasha and You and a smile formed on your lips. "A little but it's nothing."

"Sucks! You know I finished the series you recommended!" Grace started talking about some anime and your mind wandered to your relationship with Natasha. Just a few days ago Natasha left you on one of your date nights to hang out with her friends, claiming if she didn't, they would get suspicious. The way she was being so paranoid was giving you anxiety.

And now the attention she was showing to Bucky, you watched as her hand twirled around her hair strand. Okay she was flirting. That is her move. You would know because of the million times she used it on you. You didn't understand what was up with her lately, she was becoming someone else entirely.

You remember the time when things were different, you and Natasha used to hang around each other all the time until she joined the soccer team and got new friends while you stayed where you were, nose buried in books. You almost wished you had listen to her and join those cool clubs she asked you to. Maybe then things would have been different.

"What's up with you? Are you even listening to me?" Grace snapped her fingers in front of your face and you snapped out of your train of thoughts. "I am sorry.. I am just not feeling well." You ran a hand through your hair.

"Do you have a fever?" She placed her hand on your forehead and shook her head, "Your temperature feels okay. Do you want to go to the nurse? The hot one?" She wiggled her eyebrows at you suggestively and you laughed pushing her away.

"No.. I will be fine." You reassured and Grace let out a sad sigh, "Plus I don't want to watch you flirt with the nurse while I die there in pain." You pointed and she rolled her eyes.

"How rude. Let's go now." She started dragging you to your class and you stole one last glance at Natasha and Bucky deciding to talk to her about it later.

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"Are you kidding me?" You asked sharply, not even believing what you were hearing from her. Natasha looked blankly at you. "I am not. It is important."

You scoffed a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief, "For what? Another boost to your popularity? So that you can create more distance between us?" You questioned and watched as she let out a sigh before rubbing her face with her hands, her eyebrow twitching, clearly a sign of frustration. Any other time you would have stopped pushing her at the slightest sign of her annoyance but you didn't care. You were tired of being her second choice.

"It isn't like that. My friends are suspicious, he will just work as a beard for me." She said running her hand through her hair in frustration. You shook your head, "Are they even your friend if they are judging you on your every move?" You asked and Natasha moved closer to you, taking your hand in hers. In some sort of way to calm you down with physical touch but something in you keep bubbling in the form of anger.

"Baby, it is just until graduation."

"I don't care. I feel disgusted being your dirty little secret! I hate it. I hate your friends! I hate how you make me feel every time we are around each other in school." Your voice raised a bit and you felt your face heating up from blood rushing to it. "As if you are ashamed of me."

"Stupid me! You are ashamed of me!" You said and pulled your hand away from her hold, stepping back. The physical proximity only making you feel angrier at her, at yourself, at this situation. "You know that's not true, I love you." Natasha looked into your eyes with her jaded green one, a pleading look in them.

"Really? Then let's go kiss in the hallway in front of all your stupid friends." You challenged and Natasha looked away, "That's what I thought." You whispered, your eyes stinging with unshed tears.

"Y/N, please. I can't lose my captaincy, my reputation. It's important to me." She stepped closer and tried reaching for you again as if she wanted the physical contact this time for herself, to comfort and reassure herself of the situation being under control but you instantly took a step back avoiding her touch, knowing it was from done.

"More than me?" You bit your bottom lip to stop it from trembling, "Of course not. They are two different things." Natasha shook her head quickly.

"Yes, but they have a direct cause and effect relationship." You argued and wiped at your cheek when a tear slipped from your eye, "You should choose what's more important to you."

"Please don't do this baby. This is ridiculous. You don't want me to hang out around Bucky? Fine! I won't. Happy?" Natasha asked, her face turning into a scowl indicating her temper but you refused to back down.

"It isn't about him anymore. I want to be able to love you freely. I want to be able to sit beside you in the cafeteria, I want to be able to hold your hand and walk you down the hallway to your class, I want to be able to kiss you without feeling disgusting or ashamed of ruining your reputation." You moved closer to Natasha, taking her hand in yours kissing her knuckles slowly. "Don't you want that as well?"

"Not at the cost of everything I have worked for." She answered in a soft whisper filled with remorse, panic rising in her eyes and she opened her mouth to deny you but it was too late. You dropped her hand, tears falling freely down your cheeks now. "Then maybe we aren't just meant for each other."

"Baby please don't say that. I swear I am not gonna hang out with him anymore." Natasha grabbed your hand again in hers and you tried pulling away but her grip just tightened. "It isn't about him anymore Natasha, I have told you, what I want." You said and watched as the determined expression of hers faltered slightly.

"You will bring him up again in few weeks and I won't be able to say no then and will just cry on my way back home." Natasha's own eyes started filling with tears at the prospect of where things were going, she refused to let her tears out and you pulled your hand away from her grip, this time the red-head let it go.

"Let me make this decision for myself when I can." You whispered, your own tears falling freely now, you watched with a dull ache in your chest as Natasha's shoulders shake while she hung her head low. She was trying to hold back her cries.

"You said you wouldn't push me into making us public." Natasha pointed out, her jaw tightened, a fire in her teary eyes, you knew exactly what she was doing, covering her emotions with anger. "Don't go there, now." You pointed out and flinched when Natasha cut you off with a yell.

"I will go wherever the fuck I want!" You stepped back with a sigh, wiping your cheeks, you wished she had acted a little bit maturely but you didn't blame her either. It was just how she was, she would cover her pain with anger just like she knew how you were, too stubborn to go back. "You promised!"

"I did! But that was when you didn't constantly make me feel like I am walking around you on eggshells! That was when you actually treated me like a person instead of a low-class nerd who would ruin everything for you! But you are too attached to just let go!" You yelled back, not caring if any passerby were to hear you, picking up your bag, you turned to leave.

"I hate you." You heard Natasha's cracking whisper and refused to look at her, knowing you might crumble seeing her crying. You left the room leaving behind Natasha to pick up the shards of a broken home that once was yours.

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It has been a few days since your break up with Natasha and things had been eventful. She has gone from trying to get your attention to ignoring you to giving anyone you talk to looks filled with hatred and jealousy. It doesn't draw much attention because most of the people you interact with are the nerds and geeks, who are the usual target of bullying. Natasha's strange behavior passing off like that.

Just yesterday she has pushed past a guy so harshly that he was slammed against the locker next to you, only because he was talking to you and was too close for the redhead's liking. You almost wanted to go after her and give her a piece of her mind but controlled yourself for her and your sake as well. She was just grieving. It would be okay, you had reassured yourself.

What Natasha failed to notice was, her giving so much attention to people around you, has brought the attention of other kids in her clique to notice you. It wasn't anything bad but just the usual, being called nerd here and there which the redhead had failed to notice, being too busy pushing people away from you.

Your friendship with Wanda had grown as well, the only person Natasha couldn't just scare away. The cheer captain was always around the corner, pulling you into any conversation about baking. Could you even name it a friendship? More like an acquaintance.

"Hey Cookie girl." Speak of the devil. Wanda leaned against your locker and you glanced over at the brunette dressed in her cheerleader uniform, the skirt revealing her long creamy legs.

"I told you it's Y/N." You rummaged through your locker for an extra pencil, forgetting yours at home. "And I told you, Cookie sounds better." Before you could deny the girl, she spoke again.

"Anyways! Guess what I got you?" You turned to her, watching as she held up your lunchbox in her hands with a smile on her lips. "My lunchbox?" You asked a little confused and amused at the antics of the other girl. The stares around you two are not so prominent anymore.

You still remember the first time Wanda approached you on your locker, gushing about how her locker is just two lockers away from yours and how she was finding it out now. The people in the hallway had stopped whatever they were doing to stare at you two as Wanda continued to chatter next to you. You almost felt scared for the girl but nothing seemed to happen to her as she was there again the next day, and the day after.

Unbeknownst to her, a certain redhead would seethe fire everytime she would caught you smiling or laughing at something Wanda had done.

"You are one dumb cookie." You rolled your eyes at the half-hearted insult and Wanda opened the box revealing choco-chip cookies inside. "I baked them! Trying your recipe, tell me how they taste." Apparently you were too hesitant for the her liking because she took the matter in her hand, feeding you the cookie herself.

You chewed softly, feeling stares on you, you glanced around catching the  jade green eyes, a familiar fire in them. Natasha was peering over you two from her locker, wearing a simple denim jeans and while t shirt, her soccer jacket on top of her shoulder, her grip on the handle so tight that her knuckles were turning white. "So?"

"It isn't bad.." You started, the cookie wasn't actually so bad. A little underbaked in the middle, giving the feel of eating cookie dough once you start chewing. The sides were a bit hard but everything else was tasty. Now how do you tell this to the bubbly cheer captain without hurting her feelings.

"But it isn't good." Wanda said grimly, her smile falling and you instantly shook your head, "No no! It is..good. The taste is immaculate. It is just the texture, it is under-baked in some parts like when you lay it down to bake, do you.." Before you could continue, a figure loomed over you two, slender fingers taking the half-bitten cookie out of your hand.

"It tastes shitty," Natasha said after taking the bite of it and throwing it in Wanda's open tiffin. "No, it isn't." You tried defending but it was in vain as the two girls stared each other down.

"So now I know it does taste good. Thank you, Natasha." Wanda replied shutting the box with a sigh, "I was gonna give them to you but I guess I need to improve my skills first."

"No, they are perfect, Wanda. Almost like cookie dough and I love cookie dough!" You reassured and winced when Natasha elbowed your side, you shot the red head a glare, rubbing your side, her eyes were fixated on drilling holes on the side of Wanda's head.

"Why do you have Y/N's lunch box?" Natasha asked Wanda, a edge in her voice and you wondered why the bell wasn't going off, you didn't want Natasha to scare Wanda away as well. The brunette has been nothing but sweet to you.

"How do you know it is her lunch box?" Wanda asked back and caught Natasha off guard. "Anyone can spot a nerd's lunchbox." She replied but her voice wasn't much convincing. You weren't going to lie, this one actually hurt. Here you thought she would learn from mistakes.

"Then why do you care so much?" This time it was you, who asked the question and it was evident in the red head's face that she knew she had hit a nerve. "Y/N." Her voice was a bit softer and you uncrossed your arms, taking Wanda by her arm, "Let's get out of here," Wanda let you guide her, with an amusing grin on her face, knowing not many people could talk to Natasha like that, there must be a story behind it.

You could hear the slam of a hand on a locker behind you, making you wince as you left with Wanda, leaving  behind the red head to deal with her jealousy.

"What was that about?"

"It's...a long story."

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You walked into the classroom, usually you would have sat in your usual place, a seat which gave you and Natasha easy access to interact with one another, hidden from the prying eyes of people. Benefit being that none of Natasha's friends were in this class so she could occasionally seat just behind you in the back of the classroom, next to the wall.

You smiled sadly at the memory of being paired with the red head for the quiz, how she flirted with you, pretending to be meeting you for the first time. You blinked away the memory and the stinging of tears in your eyes, you were still upset at what happened between you two but after crying for three days straight, you were finally finding your footing. Now you only cry at night, if it can be counted as an achievement.

Come to think of it, the only two emotions, you were capable of feeling these days were sadness when Natasha wasn't around and Anger when she was around with that hesitant smile of a kicked puppy. Not to mention the way she would play with her hands or rub her neck, her eyes constantly searching you. It was becoming particularly awful for you because you didn't know how to react, your anger getting best of you each time.

Similar to right now, the red head stared at you, her hand nervously tapping against the desk stopping and pointing subtly toward the empty seat in front of her, her green eyes softly pleading similar to a puppy wanting a treat. You hadn't expected her to be in the classroom so early, she was usually the one to trudge in late after the bell had rang, maybe she was early to see you. You almost felt your anger dissipating but you shook the feeling away. You gave Natasha a blank face before moving to sit with Sandra, the girl Natasha hated dearly because according to the red head, Sandra only flirts with you while you thought she was just being nice.

"Hey Babe, what pleasure do I owe to have you sit near me?" Okay, she might be a little bit over friendly but the look on Natasha's face was worth it. "Hey Sandra," You said shyly, your eyes darting toward Natasha who was throwing daggers at the blonde girl's head.

"How is the debate club going?" You asked and watched as the girl dived into a enthusiastic conversation about the tournament they were planning to win. You laughed and nodded at the right time, your fingers touching the side of your ear every once in a while, playing with your hair. You smirked when you watched Natasha's knuckles turning white around the pencil. Just a little force and the poor stick would break in two, her arms muscles flexing underneath her sleeves and you licked your lip subconsciously.

"That sounds really fun. I wish I could tag along to see that play out." You said before moving your hand to Sandra's hair, a tiny feather was stuck to it. "Sorry, you had something." You said, your cheeks tinting as well as a full blown blush covered the girl's face. "O-Oh that's..Than-"

"Move." Natasha's cold voice interrupted the poor girl and you turned slightly to stare at the red head, ready to give her an earful but the look on her face had you thinking twice and damn that eyebrow raise directed to you. It sent shiver down your spine.

I was here first, Romanoff. Maybe If you had shown a little bit of respect, I would have considered." Your eyes widen at the guts of the blonde girl. You didn't expect Sandra to react like that but you doubt her caring about Natasha's reputation.

"Respect? To -"

"Natasha, please." You interrupt her quietly, your hand squeezing her wrist lightly, you didn't want to create a scene and hurt her precious popularity. "Why don't you come sit with me? I have to ask you some maths question." Natasha turned to you and you could clearly see the lie, Natasha was way better with numbers than you. In fact it was her who often helped you out with problems.

"I don't want to.." You whispered and watched as Natasha's face fell, she had turned to you with much confidence and you knew the rejection must be hurting but you were too. You were rejected a thousand times by her for friends, for her parties, for her popularity.

Then why the ache in your heart got stronger as you watched her chew on her bottom lip, nodding a few times as if she was making herself understand the reality and the gravity behind the simple rejection. Her eyes watery as she turned away, trudging back to her seat with a crestfallen look. Her head down as she stared at her lap. You felt your eyes watering as well, the remorse and the pain increasing with each passing second, you could no longer bear to see her.

"I a-am sorry, I have to go." You got up picking up your bag, you left the classroom, the bell going off indicating the start of the period and you didn't have the heart to sit in that room with someone else after rejecting to sit with Natasha. It was either her or no one.

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"Get out of my way." You were pushed hard against the locker by someone and your assignment sheets fell down the binding opening and your pages scattering on the floor. Your arm throbbed in pain and you could imagine a bruise forming there.  One look at the scattered pages that you spend hours putting together even missing out your breakfast for it, your anger got the best of you.

"Fuck you!" You yelled loudly and the hallway grew quiet, the chatterings dying down slowly as they watched the commotion. "What did you say?" The girl asked, from her jersey you assumed she was someone on Natasha's team.

"Y/N.. Leave it." It was Hanna, who bend down to quickly pick up the pages. You bit your lip and didn't bother replying, hoping the girl would let it go as well but instead she approached you, her hands raising up her sleeves, kicking the pages from Hanna's hand mutteringthe word 'nerd' as an insult at your friend. "Cat got your tongue?"

"Get a pair of glasses if you have trouble seeing people in the hallway. I am sure one of the 'nerds' could let you burrow their." You said with a sickly sweet smile, air quoting the word 'nerds', some of the people snickering in the crowd. The girl's face got red in embarrassment.

The girl raised her hands pushing you back into the lockers with so much force that the sound of the slam made the people around wince. You groaned in pain, the handle of the locker dug into your back harshly, tears welled up in your eyes. "Why don't I break yours first?"

"Get away fro-" Before you could say anything, an unxpected fist collide with your cheek, the ring digging painfully in your bone, your glasses falling on the floor. "Like that?" You could hardly make out her words, your cheek was throbbing so painfully, you could feel a trickle of blood from where her ring had made contact with your skin.

"Y/N!" You could make out Hanna's voice and you tried prying the girl's hand away from your collar. "What the hell are you doing?!" You could recognise the cold and demanding voice of Wanda, she approached the scene her eyes darting from you to the girl, "Y/N, are you okay?" She came to your side and before the girl in front of you could say or do anything more, all you saw was a mass of red hair, pushing the girl away by the collar slamming her against the locker next to you.

You winced when Wanda traced your cheek, from the look on her face you could imagine your condition but you needed to focus on the bigger issue in front of you.

"Natasha!" You tried to get her attention but it was too late as the sound of a fist connecting with a bone was heard, following by a painful cry. Wanda moved you away from the duo.

"What the hell?!"

"How dare you touch her?!" Natasha's voice rang in the hallway, her hand colliding with the girl's nose this time, you watched as everyone took out their phones to record, Natasha slamming the girl by her collar on the locker again. "Natasha stop!" You grabbed her arm, trying to pull her away.

"Why do you care?!" The girl spat and Natasha pushed the girl in the locker one last time and you pulled her back, she reluctantly followed, you could hear the murmurs of the students around at the question.

"Because she is my girlfriend!" Natasha yelled loudly, looking around as if she was addressing the whole crowd, your heartbeat started racing as the whispers grew louder and louder.

"Are you okay?" Her eyes traced your injured face, tilting up to examine better, as she gently caresses your other cheek, you stared at her in surprise and managed a hesitant nod. She leaned in placing her lips on yours in a soft peck. From the corner of your eyes you could see Wanda's amused smile and Hanna's shock expression.

"What's going on in here?! Move!" The blusterous voice of a teacher could be heard and just your luck, it was the teacher who hated Natasha's guts.

Her eyes darted from Natasha to you and to the girl leaning against the locker holding her bloody nose. "Take Ms. Kimberly to the nurse. You come back to Dean's office." The teacher pointed to someone in the crowd before turning to Natasha and you, "Ms.Y/L/N and Ms.Romanoff, follow me to the Dean's office."

Natasha squeezed your hand interlocking her fingers with yours as she starts following the teacher, taking you with her. The murmurs growing as looks were exchanged between the students. "Rest of you! Off to class!" You watched as people started scattering away, clearing the hallway.

Natasha squeezed your intertwine hands and you looked at her, her jade green eyes, conveying so many messages and you squeezed her hand back in reassurance, you saw a smile forming on her lips and you felt a small smiling appearing on yours as well, despite the pain in your cheek. Your words from that day resonating in your head.

I want to be able to hold your hand and walk you down the hallway...

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A/N: Hope you all liked it.

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Golden Times- Mob Leader!Natasha AU Pt3

Golden Cage

Summary- Finally the day is here, your wedding with Natasha. Watch how things are slowly unfolding and you started seeing a softer side of Natasha. Was she as evil as the stories you heard about her?

Warning- Dark, 18+, slapping, no smut? , just a filler chapter to keep things going, mean Natasha

A/N- Hello Everyone!

I know it's been a while since I last uploaded something but things have been terrible for me. Now I will slowly try to be consistent but no promises.

Thank you to a very cute anon who remained patient with my stupid arse.

Hope you all enjoy this chapter even though it is hardly much, just the story slowly unfolding to a bigger plot.

Feel free to drop in my dms with ideas! I would love to hear and write what you all have to say.

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You stretched in the bed, your muscles oddly sore as you snuggled into the warm comforter on top of you, suddenly the events of last night flashed in the back of your brain and you snapped your eyes open sitting up frantically to look around yourself.

You were on the bed, the handcuffs gone, looking down at your wrist you saw angry red marks they had left behind, you flexed your back which still ached a little but not too much and with how comfortable you were sleeping on the bed, you assumed Natasha had moved you to it later in the night.

"Glad you are awake," Natasha spoke from across the room in front of the dresser, you watched as she folded her sleeves, several wristwatches laying in front of her to choose from. You gulped softly, her hair was still wet from the shower she had taken and she looked stunning, you shook the thought away and pulled up the comforter which had fallen from your body in your haste to get up, revealing your naked figure but it seemed you were not quick enough as Natasha's eyes flashed at you from the mirror.

"Off the bed, Darling. You haven't earned the privilege of it yet." She said, her voice was calm and gentle but the command in it was mean and cruel, You had half the heart to tell her to fuck off but it would be highly stupid to fight her in the morning and put her in a bad mood which will only bring you harm and cost you your dignity.

You slowly fumbled with the blanket, pushing it off yourself as you got off the bed, standing at its edge awkwardly, your hands covering your naked assets in the hope to retain whatever was left of your dignity. You watched as the woman decided between the watches, ignoring your presence completely which only seemed to bother you. Shouldn't you be grateful to have the monster off your back?

You were tempted to ask her the purpose of bringing you here which from the look of it looks like her own room but you decided to try a different approach instead of demanding the basic questions. "Where are we going?" You asked clearing your throat slightly when it felt too dry for your liking, your voice coming off scratchy, probably from all the crying you did last night. Or the choking you received from her majesty.

You watched with alert eyes as the woman turned around slowly approaching you but moving toward the side table instead when she returned in front of you, she held the glass of water up to your lips, you were surprised by her gentleness but knew it was only an illusion, she was the same woman who had you reduce to nothing last night. You slowly parted your lips letting her quench your thirst, your eyes starting into her jaded green eyes which were so hollow, you hardly felt any emotions in them. They were empty.

"Some of us have a business to run unlike you." She replied in a condescending tone and you had a comeback at the tip of your tongue which she too seemed to understand as she raised an eyebrow, silently daring you to utter those words so she could show you your place again when you didn't seem to let in your desires, she smirked at you caressing your cheek before patting it not so lightly, you winced. "You are staying here until later."

Her hand trailed to your neck tilting your face up by your jaw, you felt her hand twitch against your skin as they slowly made their way down your body to your naked chest, "Don't ever cover yourself from me." She warned as she pushed your hand which was covering your chest away, her hand almost hovering over your breast and you watched as an inner conflict started within her before she relented and stepped back with a sharp breath.

Once again making you wonder about what could be the reason? Was she planning to sell you off to someone and needed you to stay a virgin? The thought seemed so scary to you, you have seen the mafia men around here and the disgust and fear must be evident on your face because Natasha too stared at you in confusion. "Are you going to sell me?" You asked in a scared whisper as your eyes pleaded with her and the anger that flashed in her eyes confirmed your doubt until you felt a hand tightly wrapping around your neck.

"Are you out of your mind?" Natasha asked sharply but you were too scared to notice her tone, thoughts of being sold to some fat bald man filled your head. She squeezed your neck warningly when you immediately didn't answer, "Please. Don't! I don't want to be sold to a man." You pleaded through her hold and she squeezed harder choking you.

"You are mine. I am not selling you. Understand?" She asked through her gritted teeth and loosened her grip for you to speak if you weren't so gone in your head you would have noticed the edge and red flags in her voice but you were too focused.

"Then why don't you touch me?" You demanded and your question must have caught the woman off-guard as you pulled your strength together and pushed away from her, "You are lying to me!" Your voice raised and if you had learned anything from yesterday, you would have known what to never do in front of the capo. Disrespect her.

Natasha's hand collided with your cheek so hard that you fell on the bed, your ear ringing from the impact, your eyes blurry from the tears before the pain could even register in your brain. "Get up." She commanded and you shivered slowly pulling yourself back up, your hand clutching your burning cheek while you look at anywhere but at the woman in front of her. Tears fell freely down your face while you sobbed very silently afraid that the tiniest of voice would set her off again.

"Look at me." You shook your head, you didn't understand where the courage to deny that woman was coming from but maybe the burning in your cheek and the ringing in your ear had you too humiliated to even look into the eyes which had almost seemed gentle when putting you back on the bed last night. "Y/N. You are pushing my nerves." She warned and you slowly looked up sniffling as more tears leaked from your eyes, seeing her face so emotionless.

"Why do you think I am selling you?" Natasha asked her arms crossing firmly over her chest as she stared down at you not only with her height but as well as her gaze. "I-I don't wanna talk to you. You are mean to me." You whispered you didn't understand why you were so hurt by her actions maybe because she was the only one who has shown care toward you in her own fucked up way.

Of all the things you were expecting from her, a laugh wasn't the one on the list. She laughed freely at your statement and you didn't realize an involuntary pout had formed on your lips, "Because you were being disrespectful toward me and were also saying dumb stuff." Natasha explained as if speaking to a child and only made you feel dumber than you already were.

"Now as cute as this act of yours is, I rather continue it when I get back." The woman leaned in placing a kiss on your lips and pulling away before she could leave you started again, "B-Because virgins are sold at the highest price and.." You took a breath feeling heat rushing to your face, "You don't want to fuck me." You looked away in embarrassment realizing that maybe the woman in front of you was right about you asking dumb questions.

"You want me to fuck you?" Natasha questioned with a flick of an eyebrow and your heart started racing, "No of course not! But that is why you are keeping me here right? To sell m-"

"If you complete that sentence, you would be on your knees begging for forgiveness," Natasha growled and you instantly shut up, clamping your hands on your mouth afraid of even making a single noise that could have the woman all over you.

"Last time, I am telling you. You are mine, I am not selling you and I am only not fucking you until our wedding." Natasha started explaining, your eyes widening at what you were hearing, you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from speaking and interrupting the woman. "Which would be tonight, so don't think you have to wait a lot." Her calloused hand squeezed your breast before letting go. You winced but your sole focus was on repeating her words in your mind over and over again.

You kept quiet, your gaze fixated on the floor trying not to flinch when Natasha leaned in placing a soft kiss on your forehead before heading toward the door. It was like you were frozen in your place. You didn't understand but in some ways maybe you did, you had heard stories of her obsession before and this didn't sound extraordinary.

"Here." You looked up and Natasha was holding up a grey color hoodie for you, you slowly raised your arms and she helped you into it. The soft fabric smelled like her and engulfed you in warmth. You had missed the feeling of being covered like this. "Thank you." You looked up at the woman and your reply must have pleased her as a smile formed on her sinfully gorgeous face.

"You stay here until someone comes to get you." You nodded slowly staying still as the woman kissed your head again before leaving the room followed by a click of the lock.

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You didn't have to wait long as soon enough a girl who looked of the same age as you had entered the room with some maids who came in with several white gowns and make up kits, the girl Eva had introduced herself as Wanda's girlfriend, who you learned was Natasha's right in command. Since then you were busy with the preparation for your doom tonight.

"You should consider yourself lucky that it isn't Agatha who got you first. I heard she is looking for someone as well." Eva tried reassuring you while slowly applying the highlighter to your skin. "And that is supposed to make me feel better?" Yoh scoffed pushing her hand away when it got too close to your eyes. You knew it wasn't her fault that you were here from what she has told you about herself, she was too chained to Wanda but she seemed to enjoy it.

"It isn't. I am sorry." You ignored the guilt you felt and stayed quiet, letting Eva fill the silence with her talking. You didn't think you understand her, she was miserable yet happy with Wanda. "Does Wanda hit you?" You asked and your question might have caught her off guard as she put the brush down staying silent for several moments and you almost felt fear of her snitching you out to Natasha.

"Not when I am being good." That was the only answer you needed. You needed to get out of this place as soon as possible otherwise you would become as crazy as Eva, thinking of this as love. "Now which dress you wanna wear for tonight?"

Eva stood up walking over to the set of white dresses which she had placed on the bed. You swirled around in your seat looking over at the dresses, your mind already finding ways to escape the situation you were in. "Have you ever considered leaving?" You asked while pointing at the dress in the corner which Eva picked up, admiring the glamour.

"Once. Wanda almost killed me when she found me. It is useless." Eva held the dress out to you and you placed it against you after getting up from the chair. You could sense the slight sadness in her voice at the mention of the incident and knew you had to be quick with your prying before the woman shuts you off completely like the few times she had done already besides you couldn't even trust her completely. She was loyal to Wanda.

"How did she find you?" You asked after a moment, if Eva did manage to escape you could do too, you just had to be better with not being caught as she had. You moved back watching as Eva reached forward placing her hand on the back of your neck, "I assume Natasha had already placed a tracker somewhere here." Your eyes widen at the thought of never escaping the wrath of the redhead.

Eva's finger prodded the area, "It doesn't hurt?" She asked before pulling her hand away and you shook your head in answer, she hummed to herself, "She is slow. Wanda did it to me, the first night she got me." You ignored her comment and rubbed your neck feeling for any kind of sting. Your mind replaying the events since you got here to check if Natasha really placed something in you. This was beyond fucked up for you.

"So you can never escape?" You still questioned walking to the side of the room where the portable closet was to change into it. "I don't have any place I can go back to." You walked out of the room, Eva was looking down at the dresser arranging the various products, her voice quiet, the usual chirp missing from it.

"But do you want to leave?"

"Why do you care?" A brunette entered the room approaching you two in long strides, she was wearing a suit, a tattoo covering the side of her neck, the same one you had seen on Natasha. You glanced over at Eva and the look on her face was enough to tell you who it was. Wanda.

"She is almost ready. Just need to get her hair done." Eva spoke up, her voice fearful of the woman who hadn't stopped staring at you. "Did I permit you to speak?" Wanda turned to Eva who sucked in a sharp breath as Wanda's finger curled into her hair. You didn't know if this was how Wanda treated her usually or she was showing off but one thing was clear you didn't like it at all.

"No, Ma'am." Eva shook her head, her voice came off wobbly and you felt your anger rising for the poor girl who was just trying to save you.

"She was just informing you." You spoke up ignoring the way Eva's eyes widen, silently telling you to shut up but you didn't care. You weren't scared of the woman. "I see, Natasha hasn't broken you yet." Wanda let go of Eva's hair turning to you completely.

"Don't put your nose where it doesn't belong, Sweetheart or even Natasha won't be able to save you from me." Wanda snarled at you, her eyes darken by fury. You had half the mind to roll your eyes at the woman but refrained from doing so, you knew who she was and if anyone you should be scared of in this city after Natasha, it was Wanda Maximoff. The right hand of the Capo.

You slowly nodded before looking away no longer able to hold her intense gaze, you heard Wanda snap her fingers, and Eva was by your side almost instantly, gently pushing you toward the dresser to style your hair. "I will deal with you later." You heard Wanda whisper into Eva's ear before moving away.

"Bring her downstairs in fifteen min. The priest is here as well." Wanda ordered before leaving the room, the door shutting closed loudly behind her, you and Eva both stayed quiet as she slowly combed your hair curling them on the ends, styling it according to the dress. "I am sorry I got you in trouble. I really didn't mean to." You finally summoned the courage to apologize, looking up at Eva through the mirror and she gave you a little smile of comfort.

"It is okay. You should worry about yourself if she has told Natasha about your questions." You shuddered at the thought of the redhead, chewing your bottom lip thinking about all the possible ways you could get out of it if Natasha decided to confront you.

"I see.." You acknowledged quietly, watching yourself in the mirror, the white dress hugging your curves, your skin flawless with layers of makeup, your eyes standing out from the work Eva had done. You looked beautiful. You had never thought of this moment in your life. You weren't the one to settle down or marry someone but here you were. You could feel the panic building up within you at the prospect of what was going to happen next. Your hands felt clammy, you tried focusing on your breathing.

"Don't think too much about it." Eva must have sensed your distress as she placed a hand on your arm, rubbing gently trying to soothe you but you knew it was not going to work at all.

"Y-Yeah? I am about to seal my fate to some psycho bitch and yes I shouldn't think too much about it!" You half whispered half yelled at the girl trying to comfort you and mentally cursed at yourself for being a bitch to someone who you got in trouble because of your stupidity and someone who was just trying to help you, someone who was the only sane person here with you, maybe a little fucked up bu-

You stopped your train of thought and tried focusing on one thing at a time. "I am sorry. It is just my reflex to the stressful situation.." You trailed off, focusing more on your breathing.

"It's okay. Just don't make things worse for yourself. Natasha is far better than Wanda or Agatha as long as you stay loyal and honest to her. She used to talk about how lonely she is to Wanda, she just needed someone.." Eva continued and you tried ignoring her, remembering just last night when the woman had you naked sleeping on the floor like a pet.

"I understand." You said to stop Eva from shining a new light on your situation when in reality everything was just dark. As dark as the pitless orbs that stared deep into your soul in the quiet of the night.

"Let's go.."

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"Do you?" The priest insistence snapped you out of your thought and you momentarily glanced around, the garden was filled with people who you assumed were the member of Natasha's gang as almost all of them had their gang tattoo on their neck, you could see Eva looking fearfully at you from where she was standing with Wanda. Silently begging you to not mess up.

You turned back to the woman in front of you, she was wearing a white three-piece suit, a black shirt underneath her white coat, the waistcoat hugging her figure snuggly, making her look almost ethereal, her neck tattoo stood prominent reminding you of where you were and what you had to say.

"I do." You whispered and before the priest could even complete his sentence, Natasha pushed the poor man away pulling you closer flushed against her body before lifting up your veil and planting her lips on yours, taking yours into a hungry embrace as her soft lips worked against yours. The crowd started hooting and you ignored them, your hands placed on her shoulder as you tried to break free from the kiss when breathing became a problem.

But Natasha doesn't seem to care as she greedily took in your kisses, it was not until when you started tugging on her suit's collar she pulled away, her lips covered in a sinful smirk, "You need to work on your stamina, my little wife." You breathed heavily, your cheeks reddening at the show she gave the audience and most importantly what she called you.

Soon enough you two were surrounded by Natasha's friends and acquaintances who kept coming and congratulating the woman next to you, only talking to after receiving some kind of permission from Natasha which honestly disgusted you, you always prided in being your own person and how Natasha treats you and the way the people ask her permission for even speaking to you made you feel like some kind of a property.

"Congratulations, Y/N." A man shot you a grin and you smiled politely at him, he was tall easily towering over you and you glanced at Natasha who was talking to someone beside him. "You look lovely." He complimented and you nodded slowly, "Thank you.." You whispered, your hand tugging on Natasha's quietly without even realizing your action and instantly the woman wrapped her arm tighter around you, giving the man one look before he stepped back with his hands up in the air in mock surrender.

"I was just leaving." He smiled again but this time at Natasha before walking away. Natasha's hand raised a little up and met your bareback, sending a shiver down your spine at the contact.

"Who chose this dress?" Natasha's face twisted in disapproval and you didn't understand the cause of it because a just moment before she was looking at you with such hunger that you were afraid she would take you right then and there.

"I did.." You replied while your fingers nervously picked up on the dress, you glanced up seeing Natasha taking off her coat before draping it over your shoulders, covering your bareback. "It is too revealing," Natasha replied gruffly tugging on the coat over your shoulder so it stays there while looking around, glaring at anyone who dared to stare at you for longer than a few moments.

"It is supposed to be.." You said and almost regretted it with how Natasha's eyes flashed at you with the same fire you had seen a night before when you dared to fight back. "But definitely not something one should wear at their wedding!" You quickly added fumbling over your words and watched as a smile of amusement formed on the gangster's face.

"You learn so quickly, my little wife." There it was the irritating yet endearing nickname, it makes you feel worse than when she calls you doll or dollface but it still tugs at your heart because it feels like she enjoys being able to call you her wife which was disgusting, you just met her just a way ago.

Natasha leaned in pecking your lips and you let her kiss you for a brief moment before she pulled back and caressed your hair, "The only person who is allowed to see you in such clothes is me, your wife." She said fiercely reminding you of her status.

"Can't you keep your hands off her for until dinner or you wanna retire to bed early?" Wanda's voice startled you and you tried stepping away but Natasha firmly held you to her side, her hand squeezing your side warningly when you tried moving again.

"I think I would love it." Natasha laughed freely with Wanda and your ears went alert at the sound, it was soft and attractive, you didn't know the woman was capable of showing such emotions.

"Are you okay?" Eva asked quietly when Wanda and Natasha had engaged in a conversation, mostly teasing each other and discussing business. She handed you a glass of wine after seeking permission from the woman next to you. "The happiest." You replied grimly, sipping into the glass of wine, enjoying the strong yet sweet taste it left in your mouth.

Eva chuckled at the look on your face, "You will be fine. I am excited to have someone around in the mansion. It gets lonely being here all alone." Eva said excitedly and you nodded slowly, so Wanda also lived in the mansion with Natasha. You needed to know the place perfectly to put your plan into action.

"When are you putting a tracker in her?" You stiffened at the question Wanda asked Natasha and you looked at the woman who held an evil smirk, she purposely brought it up to squash down any thoughts of escaping you had from earlier. Natasha must have sensed your tense muscles as her hand started soothingly running up and down your side, it was almost comforting until you remembered it was the same hand that she used to hurt you just this morning.

"Soon," Natasha answered and you relaxed slightly, you still had time to convince her otherwise but the question was, how would you do that? From how possessive Natasha was you knew the woman won't leave a chance for you to leave her. You needed to beat her in her own game.

"Eva Darling, could you please get me another glass of wine?" Wanda interrupted your thoughts and you watched Eva, who instantly nodded with a bright smile on her face. You didn't understand their dynamic at all. Just a moment ago Wanda was threatening the shorter girl with punishments and suddenly she was as sweet as honey to her.

"Let's go, the tables are set." Natasha said tugging you toward the direction of the tables, "I can't wait for the night to end and have you all to myself, my precious little wife." She whispered into your ear, her breath tingling your sensitive ears making you gasp with a blush covering your cheeks at her suggestion.

You knew what tonight entails, the only reason the woman was holding back yesterday was over. Now Natasha won't wait a moment to have you underneath her, the thought sending shivers down your spine. You could only pray for things to get better for you but you doubt it was possible in the golden cage she has created for you in the name of her wedding vows.

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A/N-

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