#scarletwitch x you

[marvelseries19]

SURPRISE!

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x GN!reader

Genre: Fluff/Comfort

Summary: Based on this request. A relaxing day with your girlfriend ends up with a surprise.

A/N: Here it is finally. I kind of rushed it a bit just to make sure it came out before I start with tests and stuff so, if there's any mistake on pronouns or something please let me know so I can edit it, also is the first time I have written for a gender neutral character so, have that in mind. Please enjoy.

Warnings: None that I'm aware of.

Word count: 1085

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You loved your job. 

It was the one change you had to leave the environment you were born in and actually do something that mattered in your eyes. But, you were also tired, everyone was. Fury had the team working nonstop for weeks now and finally, he grew a conscience and gave you a week off. 

This brings you to now, laying on the couch with your girlfriend on top of you. She had a thing for resting her head on your chest, her ear being directly on top of your heart and you absolutely loved it. It gave you the perfect opportunity to thread your fingers through her hair. 

Moments like this made you love the fact that you kept your apartment away from the compound. You loved your found family but, they could be a lot, especially after weeks of being almost attached to the hip, and the added privacy was a plus. 

You had been dating for a few months now and you felt that you had met your whole life, and to be honest with the way you two acted with each other, the others thought so too. It only took a look before you both climbed into your car and went to your apartment. 

You and Wanda had a simple plan. 

Order takeout, put on some sitcoms, and then just cuddle until bedtime. It was the perfect plan for two introverts such as yourselves and it was doing wonders for both of your moods.

That was until Wanda’s phone started ringing. “Nooooo,” You said, hugging her, preventing her from reaching for it. 

“Baby, at least let me see who it is,” She said, to which you let her just take a pick at her screen. Once she saw who it was she realized she really needed to answer it. “Honey, I need to answer that. It’ll just be a minute, I promise” 

You huffed “Fine, but I’ll be waiting, I still haven’t reached my cuddles quota” The witch nodded and got up from you leaving a short peck on your lips. 

Unbeknownst to you, weeks ago Wanda had been looking to adopt a puppy for you, you had talked about it for a while having been told that it could help to maintain your anxiety at bay and secretly because you and Wanda didn’t have a chance to have one when you were little so, all in all, it was a win-win to get you one in the brunette’s eyes.

The call was about the lady at the adoption center telling her that she was parked outside with the puppy. As it turns out, Wanda had forgotten all about it since it had been a few very hectic weeks and her mind was on the missions. She just hoped you would enjoy the surprise. 

“Okay so… I have a surprise for you,” Your girlfriend said, going into the living room again.

"A surprise?" You replied confused, "Wait… did I forget something?" You got up in an instant at the thought of forgetting an important event.

"No, no, no. It's just something I wanted to do for you for a while and it’s finally here” She grabbed your keys from the coffee table where you had tossed them when you arrived. You gave her a confused look but ultimately decided to just let her be and eventually find out what this was all about. “I’ll be right back, baby” She gave you another peck and left the apartment.

A few minutes passed and you were starting to get nervous, debating whether you should go find her or not but before you could make any decision you heard the giggle of the keys. 

You watched intently toward the front door waiting to find out what she was doing and what the surprise was. Wanda walked in with her back turned to you, which you assume it’s to hide her hands and whatever she was holding. 

“Okay, I need you to close your eyes,” She said, looking at you from over her shoulder. You did as she said and patiently waited for whatever she meant to do. You heard her quiet steps getting closer and right before she was able to tell you to open your eyes you heard a cute little bark. You immediately opened your eyes at the intrusion to be face to face with a black and white husky puppy, looking at you with its big blue eyes. 

“I guess someone was excited to meet you,” Wanda said petting the puppy’s head. “This is Atlas… your new companion” 

“You got me a puppy?” You were still shocked, never expecting Wanda to actually get you one. 

“Yeah… I hope that’s okay,” She shifted her weight on her leg. “It’s just… you told me you had been thinking about getting one and then I read about dogs being really helpful with stress and stuff,” 

You were seriously about to cry right now, no one in your life had ever put that much attention to you, they were just loose comments on a few conversations that you thought no one was paying attention and Wanda actually thinking about the positive impact that a pet could have on you were just one of many signs that she loved you and were having troubles expressing her much this meant to you.

“I love this… I don’t what to say” You ran to her and buried your face in her neck, being aware of little Atlas in between you. 

“Oh honey, you don’t have to say anything” Her free hand was gently caressing the back of your neck.

“I love you, Wanda,” You said under your breath, if you had been farther away she wouldn’t have been able to hear it. It was the first time you said it, any of you. You both clearly felt it but neither of you really said it, you just showed it with actions. 

“I love you too, Y/N” 

You both relished the newly said words, feeling the ease of it all. Petting Atlas and playing with him, making a list of the things you were going to have to get for him. It was the warmest place you had ever felt, this was home, this was everything you needed and had never even thought of, and more and all thanks to the young witch that held your heart.

Every day that passed you were becoming more sure about Wanda being your soulmate and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

[bestwitchsam]

X-Men 97 WandaVision reference

[pawiie]

Y/N: Aww babe look at you being romantic with all these candle lights on. 🥰

Wanda: First of all, i’m going to sacrifice you.

[sl-ut]

detka

quick note: the last instalment to this series is one of the worst things i’ve ever written and i hate that i went ahead and published it anyways so we are just all gonna forget that it ever happened, kay? that’s all.

pairing: au!baker!wanda maximoff x fem!reader

description: it’s been a summer of bliss, but all good things come to an end. wanda fears that it’s over for her and y/n, while y/n is determined to make it work.

warnings: SMUT, strap-on use, spitting kink, mentions of exhibitionism/voyeurism, legal alcohol consumption, legal age gap (reader is early 20s, wanda is late 30s), talk of breaking up, mention of PH, fluff

words: 2.2K

date posted: 04/12/22

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“I can’t believe that it’s August already.”

Y/n hummed quietly, head lulled back against the smooth tiling behind her as a jet worked to relieve her of the knot that had grown in her back. One of the many perks of dating Wanda is that she was at a point in her life where she could afford to have nicer things, and that she had not spared much expense on the large bathtub in her ensuite. The room was mostly dim, the modest chandelier having been set to the lowest brightness in favour of the flickering glow of several eucalyptus scented candles.

Opposite her, Wanda watched in fondness as the girl visibly relaxed into the steaming water. Her eyes traced the shadows of her face, down the slope of her neck and shoulders, and over the small amount of her chest that was visible over the mountain of sweet smelling bubbles. She disguised the curve of her lips by taking a long sip of her zinfandel as her other hand settled beneath the water, fingers curling around the ankle of her lover as it rested next to her and massaged circled into the flesh with her thumb. 

“It’s my favourite month,” Y/n murmured, “Warm days, cooler nights. Perfect for a day at the beach and a campfire after dark. Not to mention that I get to have you all to myself for the next thirty days.”

“Is that so?” Wanda chuckled at her, “I will admit, it’s weird not having the boys around for so long, but there are definitely many benefits of them going to summer camp. Maybe I’ll have to start sending them away for a week or so once every couple of months.” 

Y/n peeked her eyes open, a small smirk crawling onto her own lips when she caught Wanda’s stare, “Isn’t that the point of school?”

Wanda shrugged, “Some days six hours just isn’t enough. Or maybe, we should go away once every few months, a little vacation?”

“There is nothing I’d like more. Maybe on my breaks?”

Wanda’s smile fell. She found certain moments where she would forget that her time with Y/n was not infinite. A few weeks from now, Y/n would be leaving to return to university, and though it was only an hour or so away, Wanda worried that their short-lived relationship might not do so well under the imminent stress of long-distance. 

“Hey,” Y/n squeezed her ankle gently under the water, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Wanda took another drink, “Just thinking.”

“About?” 

She shrugged, “Just that… It’s going to be strange with you so far away.”

Y/n smiled gently, “Wanda, I’m not leaving the country, I’ll be an hour away, tops. Plus, I’ll be back every couple of weekends, and it’s not like I’m in a dorm anymore so you’re more than welcome to come stay for a few nights, if you’d like.” 

“I know, but I know what it’s like to be in college. You’ll be out at bars, and parties, and there will be girls wanting to experiment or whatever–hell that’s what I did in college. But they’ll be your age, girls that you can bring out with you without being looked at and–”

“Wanda, if I was looking for meaningless hookups or someone to drag me around at parties, I would go find them. I’m not sure how many times I have to tell you before you get that into your pretty little head.”

“You mean that?”

“Yes, I do. Besides, what college chick can offer me this? Best I could get there is a freezing shower in the communal bathrooms. Here, I’ve got bubbles…” She lifted her own glass to her lips and downed the remaining liquid, “Wine… My favourite friendly neighbourhood MILF…”

Wanda pinched her foot beneath the bubbles, “I told you to stop calling me that!”

Y/n erupted with giggles, “What? You’ve seen my search history, you know that I like that about you as much as you like me being your little sugar baby.”

“Sugar baby?” The redhead raised a brow, “I wasn’t aware that that’s what this was. So now I know, you just like me for my bathtub, my booze, and the fact that I match your favourite search on PornHub.”

“The bathtub is a luxury, and you’re incredibly sexy. The booze, well you have an excellent taste in wine, I’ll admit.” She tapped her empty glass.

“I’m glad you like it.” Wanda mused, “Would you like a refill, then?”

Y/n tilted her head in consideration before she placed it back down on the side of the tub, “No thank you.” She pushed forward, grinning mischievously as she slid her way across the tub and settled in her lover’s lap, grasping the glass out of her hand and taking one long drink from it, “I’ll just share yours.”

Wanda smiled up at her, fingers finding solace in the plush flesh of her hips as she was finally able to admire her up-close, even if she had blatantly stolen her drink. Her fingers kneaded the slick skin, sliding up to grip her waist, then back down to her hips as Y/n settled down into her embrace. She set the glass aside, looping her arms around Wanda’s neck so that she could comfortably rest their foreheads together and bump noses. She moved forward, hoping to catch her lips with her own, though Wanda moved back suddenly, a sly smirk on her lips. Y/n pursed her own lips, lurching forward again to no avail.

“You admit to using me for all of my… luxuries, steal my drink, and expect to get your own way?” Wanda scoffed, reaching up to grasp her face and smirking as her lips puckered under the force, “You call yourself my sugar baby, maybe I should start treating you like one, heh?”

Y/n shifted, wiggling her hips enthusiastically.

“Would you like that, detka? I think you would.” Wanda removed her hand from Y/n’s hip, sliding it along the slick flesh to rest on her rib cage, watching as her chest rose and fell quicker under her touch. “Would you like a kiss?”

“Mhmm,” Y/n mumbled, unable to form words under Wanda’s grasp. 

Wanda grinned, fingers finally cupping her breast as she leaned forward to press a kiss to the swell of it, biting on the bulge of flesh gently before tracing her tongue over her erect nipple. Y/n sighed, shaking her face out of Wanda’s grip as she arched her back so that her chest was pressed closer to her face. The redhead released her grip on one breast before latching onto the other and offering it identical treatment. Once she deemed her attention to have brought one enough of a reaction, she relented, leaning back against the porcelain wall and reaching for her wine. She sipped it slowly, eyes never leaving those of her lover as she swallowed one large mouthful. 

“Come here, detka,” She nudged her closer, taking another sip of wine.

Y/n shifted nearer, being sure to drag her hips as closely to Wanda’s body as possible. Wanda grasped the underside of the younger woman’s jaw to draw her as close as possible, pressing their lips together in a quick peck. Y/n pulled back quickly, lowering herself and parting her lips as she awaited for Wanda to do the same. She let out a small squeal as she did, puckering her lips so that she could create a narrow stream of wine from her own mouth into Y/n’s. As the stream of wine became thinner and thinner, she rose up so that their lips met once again. 

“Thank you,” Y/n giggled playfully in between kisses, slowly rolling her hips against Wanda’s. 

She laughed along, nudging her throat with her nose as she grasped her hips and prompted her to stand, “Why don’t you run off to bed while I clean up, huh?”

Y/n pecked her once more, carefully stepping out onto the tiled floor and wrapping herself in a white fluffy towel and disappearing into the bedroom.

Wanda did very little to clean up, in truth. She drained the tub, but did not take the liberty to clear the bubbled from the bottom once the water had gone, and she simply moved the empty wine glasses next to the half-empty bottle, all of which had been abandoned on the vanity before she grabbed her own towel.

The redhead scoffed as she set foot in her bedroom, eyes catching sight of her girlfriend as she knelt on the bed, knees spread and chest puffed out, towel abandoned on the floor just next to the bed. 

“With the curtains open?” Wanda raised a brow, stalking past to slide the sheer drapes closed, “You truly are shameless, aren’t you, my love?”

“When it comes to you? Definitely,” Y/n grinned, leaning forward on her hands, “Besides, would it be so bad if someone were to see? Watch as I make you–oh!”

Y/n landed on her back suddenly, bouncing on the impact of Wanda’s shove, and even more so as the woman pounced on top of her. 

“Would you like that?” Her voice was husky, accent thicker than usual, “Someone to watch? Someone to see your face when I make you come, time and time again; to see this pretty pussy spread open for my tongue, my fingers, my cock.”

Y/n mewled underneath her, wriggling her hips excitedly as Wanda pressed down against her, thigh bumping her sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“You would, my sweet girl, wouldn’t you?”

Wanda chuckled, pushing herself up to round the bed, reaching into her bedside table for a familiar object, one that had quickly become a favourite of hers since meeting Y/n. The younger woman grinned at her, returning to her position on her knees as she watched the redhead slide into the garment, turning to face her lover as she slowly ran her fist up and down the length of the scarlet strap on. 

“Come, detka,” She beckoned her over to the edge of the bed, “You want my cock? Come get on your knees for me.”

Y/n wasted little time sliding off of the bed, dropping to her knees on the hardwood floor as she eagerly parted her lips, moaning as Wanda began to tap at her lips with the firm tip of it. She extended her tongue, allowing for the woman to drag the plastic cock up the length of her warm tongue before finally allowing her to take it into her mouth with ease.

“There you go, my beautiful girl,” Wanda purred as she began to bob her head, taking the toy further and further into her throat with each movement. She gripped the hair on the back of her head to aid her movements, offering slow thrusts of her hips as well. “You take me so well, my sweet.”

Y/n gagged lightly, tears welling at her waterline, though she paid no mind. Instead, she reached behind Wanda, gripping the flesh of her ass to take her even further. 

Wanda chuckled at her, “Look at you. How is it that you have a preference for women when you clearly love cock so much?”

Y/n pulled back just enough to respond, “Only yours.”

“Mine?” Wanda laughed, “You do, don’t you?”

She pulled her off, pushing her towards the bed. 

“On your hands and knees.”

Eager, Y/n obeyed her lover as she scrambled into position, perking her ass out further and spreading her legs so that Wanda could clearly see her dripping sex.

Wanda sighed, fingers running up the length of Y/n’s thighs, gliding through her folds gently and up over her puckered hole.

“How wet you are, my sweet.”

She gave no warning before dragging her tongue carefully over her clitoris and up so she could slide it into her weeping hole. Y/n gasped in surprise, pressing back into Wanda’s touch as her thighs began to tremble. 

“Fuck, Wanda,” She huffed, “Oh please.”

“Please what?” Wanda teased, “You want my cock?”

Y/n hummed, dropping her face into the soft duvet as she felt the plastic tip drag over her wetness. She gasped as it slowly pushed into her, pausing as she sheathed the toy into her to the hilt. Wanda took hold of her hips as she allowed her time to adjust, pushing her forward slightly before hauling her back to create a steady rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed around the room, accompanied by the pleasure sighs and moans of the woman being penetrated. 

Wanda circled her clit under her thumb, grinning wickedly as she heard the sounds growing higher in pitch, and much more frequent. It was clear to her that Y/n was not going to last very long, which was good, as Wanda wasn’t sure that she had too much patience for the night, considering that she had planned to draw many more from her lover before the night was finished. 

And many more she would receive.

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[romugh]

TWO OF A KIND - NR

ROMUGH’S KINKTOBER

october 2nd — cloned pleasure, double penetration

DAY TWO || kinktober masterlist || 2024.

pairing- avenger!natasha romanoff x fem!scarletwitch!avenger!reader

cw- 18+!!; dom!top!reader + clone lol, sub!bottom!natasha, double penetration, mommy kink (reader), daddy kink (clone), breeding, creampie (i'm not sorry), all kinds of positions icl, strappie (r wearing), blowie (clone rcv?), thigh job!! , rough, crying (n). pure porn actually, no plot at all. i think those are all the warnings... CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT THESE LOL; anal, dp in 1, dp in 2 !!

wc- 11.198k ;)

a/n- i'm sorry but i genuinely could NOT read this a second time to truly finish editing, so there's possibilities of repetition (although i tried to catch any while i wrote and re-read the first time) :') catching up tho, let's gooo!! beware of the warnings!!!!!!!! ;) also, russian translations from google translate, i didn't want to ask my friend! (sorry)

prompts- cloned pleasure, double penetration

synopsis- filth. i'll think about this later, but this is PURE PORN.

taglist?- @lost-mortemanghel, @idkwhatever580, @elliecoochieeater, @left-and-right-up-and-down, @deadlesbianwitches

The mission had gone sideways fast. You were supposed to be in and out, a quick retrieval of stolen intel buried deep in enemy territory. But now, the safehouse was your only option. Snow crunched underfoot as you and Natasha hurried through the dimly lit forest, the cold biting through even your tactical gear. The tension between you had been brewing long before the mission, but now it was thick, unavoidable, and simmering beneath the surface.

You stole a glance at Natasha, her breath visible in the freezing air, the tight lines of her jaw a sure sign she was on edge. She was used to dangerous missions, but this one had pushed both of you. You hadn’t even needed to speak; the way her green eyes darted to you for assurance told you everything. She trusted you—but something else lingered there too, something unspoken.

Finally, the safehouse came into view, barely visible through the dense trees. It was nothing more than a tiny cabin, hidden away, off the grid. It looked worn and uninviting, but it was shelter, and that was all that mattered. The door creaked as you forced it open, ushering Natasha inside before taking one last look at the surrounding forest. No movement. No signs of pursuit—for now.

Inside, the temperature was hardly any better. You rubbed your hands together, fingers still tinged black from the magic you’d used during the mission. Natasha’s gaze flicked to your hands for a brief moment, and you could see the curiosity in her eyes mingling with the tension. You were trying to suppress it, trying to hide the way the Darkhold’s magic was affecting you, but it wasn’t that easy.

The room was dim, illuminated only by the pale light filtering through the cracks in the walls. There were no blankets or supplies in sight, and the chill of the air seeped into your bones. You felt the weight of the atmosphere around you—a mix of adrenaline from the mission and an underlying current of something more intimate, more personal.

“What are you thinking?” you asked, your voice softer than the situation warranted, as if the space between you held more than just cold air.

Natasha hesitated for a moment, glancing at your hands. “I’m thinking we barely made it out.”

Your hands still glowed faintly, and Natasha’s gaze drifted back to them. Her lips pressed into a thin line, like she was holding back a question. “And?” You raised a brow, knowing she wouldn’t let it slide.

A beat of silence passed before Natasha spoke again, her voice low. “And I’m wondering how much control you still have over that power.”

There it was—the elephant in the room. The Darkhold had started to leave its mark, changing you in ways even you didn’t fully understand. But the question hanging in the air wasn’t just about the mission. It was about the tension between you and Natasha, a tension that had been building for longer than you cared to admit.

You stood up, moving toward her with slow, deliberate steps. “I can control it when I need to.”

Natasha didn’t flinch as you approached, her gaze steady. But there was something else there now, beneath the surface—a curiosity that went beyond concern. “And when you don’t?” she murmured.

You were standing close now, the cold air swirling around you, but the heat between the two of you was undeniable. The soft sound of your breath filled the silence as you lifted your hand, watching the way Natasha’s breath hitched when your fingers hovered near her cheek. The magic wasn’t meant to feel like this—intimate, charged. It was dark, unpredictable, but when it was just the two of you, it felt like something else. Something almost seductive.

Natasha’s chest rose and fell a little faster, but her expression was unreadable. “You should rest,” she said finally, breaking the spell for a moment, stepping back just a fraction.

“I will,” you said.

Without waiting for permission, you reached out, cupping her chin gently between your fingers. Her skin was cold, but she didn’t pull away, her eyes fixed on yours as your blackened fingertips brushed along her jawline. There was an intensity in her gaze, a spark of something that told you she wasn’t as unaffected as she wanted you to believe.

You leaned in, voice barely above a whisper. “You trust me, don’t you?”

Natasha’s response came with a pause, as if surprised you even had to ask, but it was clear. “I do.”

You let the weight of her words settle for a moment before releasing her chin, stepping back. “Good. Because I’m going to need you to trust me a little more tonight.”

Her brows furrowed in the slightest way, but she didn’t ask any further questions. She simply nodded, watching you as you began preparing the small space for the night, making sure you had everything set in place. The chill in the air was oppressive, and without the option of fire, the only warmth you could find would have to be shared.

As the silence stretched between you, the weight of unspoken words hung heavy in the air. You could feel Natasha’s eyes on you again, her thoughts trailing in a direction neither of you had fully addressed yet. Something in her demeanour shifted, almost imperceptibly, but you caught it—the faintest flicker of something more than tension, more than concern.

You stood up, crossing the small space between you and Natasha. Her eyes followed your movements carefully, the tension between you palpable, the unsaid words swirling in the air like the winter chill outside.

“Strip,” you said simply, voice calm but firm, as if you were giving a casual order rather than a command.

Natasha blinked at you, her eyes widening slightly. For a split second, she looked genuinely taken aback, her brow furrowing in surprise. But then, just as quickly, her lips curled into a smirk, eyes narrowing with amusement. “Wow,” she teased, the playful glint in her eyes unmistakable. “You usually ask that in a much sweeter manner.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn't stop the small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Leave it to Natasha to turn a serious moment into an opportunity for teasing. You crossed your arms, raising a brow at her as if to say, Really?

With a dramatic sigh, you played along, voice oozing with mock sincerity. “Oh, dearest Natasha, kindly remove that lovely head of yours from the gutter and take off your clothes,” you drawled, playfully sarcastic.  “We’re going to cuddle for body warmth.”

Natasha’s smirk grew, a laugh escaping her as she shook her head. “Body warmth, huh?”

“That’s right,” you replied, keeping your expression straight. “I’m freezing, you’re freezing, and this room isn’t going to get any warmer on its own.”

Natasha didn’t argue, though the teasing glint never left her eyes. She hesitated for a moment longer, clearly savouring the small power she held by keeping you waiting. Then, slowly, she began to unzip her tactical gear, slipping out of the layers of fabric one by one.

Your eyes stayed on her the entire time, trying to maintain a neutral expression, but it was impossible not to feel the rising heat between you. Each movement she made was deliberate, almost calculated, as if she were drawing out the moment. She peeled off her jacket and tossed it aside, her lithe, toned arms finally free from the constraints of her gear.

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to focus on the practicality of the situation, but it was difficult to ignore the effect she was having on you. Natasha knew what she was doing, and the fact that she didn’t rush made it worse—made it more intimate.

When she finally stood in just her undergarments, Natasha tilted her head, her lips still quirked in that infuriating smirk. “Better?”

“Almost,” you replied, gesturing for her to continue.

Natasha arched a brow but didn’t complain. With one last teasing glance, she slipped her hands behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Your breath caught for a moment, but you tried to keep your reaction under control. The tension between you was palpable now, both of you fully aware of what this moment could lead to, but also silently agreeing not to push it—yet.

As she finally rid herself of the last of her clothing, Natasha stood in front of you, bare and completely unbothered by the situation. She seemed to thrive on your attention, that mischievous glint still in her eye, as though daring you to take the next step.

You let out a small, satisfied hum and gave a playful shake of your head. “There we go. Much better.”

Natasha folded her arms over her chest, looking at you expectantly. “And what about you?”

You raised an eyebrow. “So eager, Romanoff.”

Natasha chuckled, clearly enjoying herself, but you weren’t about to let her take complete control of the moment. With a flick of your fingers, the magical tendrils from the Darkhold flickered to life, glowing just faintly enough to catch Natasha’s attention. She looked your now bare body up and down before she glanced down at your hands, her teasing grin fading ever so slightly, her gaze lingering on the blackened tips of your fingers.

You stepped closer, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from her body. “Lie down,” you instructed softly, your voice low but with just enough authority to remind her of the situation. “We’re keeping each other warm, remember?”

Natasha raised an eyebrow but complied, sinking onto the bare, cold wooden floor of the cabin. The slight chill in the air contrasted sharply with the warmth you both radiated, and the tension between you only seemed to intensify. You couldn’t deny the way your pulse quickened as you settled down beside her, the two of you fitting together perfectly in the small space.

As you lay down, Natasha nestled against your side, her head resting comfortably on your shoulder. The proximity sent a shiver down your spine, a blend of cold air and the heat radiating off her body. You draped an arm around her, pulling her closer as she shifted to find the perfect position.

“Is this warm enough?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, and you felt her smile against your skin.

“Maybe spooning would be better,” she replied, her tone teasing but laced with warmth.

Your fingers traced featherlight patterns along her side, grazing just beneath her breast, teasing but never fully touching. Each brush of your blackened fingertips left her shivering slightly, though not from the cold. You chuckled softly before turning on your side, urging Natasha to do the same.

You could feel it—how her pulse quickened beneath your hand, the subtle rise and fall of her chest betraying her attempts to maintain composure. The steady rhythm of her breathing was interspersed with small, sharp intakes, and you knew, despite her silence, that she was feeling every inch of you pressed against her.

Your lips grazed her neck again, a soft kiss lingering there just long enough to make her squirm slightly. "You're a little tense," you whispered, voice low and smooth, your breath warm against her skin.

Natasha let out a quiet hum, but it was clear she was biting back a response, the teasing dance between you reaching a breaking point. You felt the shift in her body—the way she subconsciously arched her back, pressing herself harder into you. She was holding on, keeping herself in check, but her body couldn’t lie.

You smirked against her neck. "I thought we were just keeping warm."

"We are," Natasha breathed, though the words came out softer than intended, her voice laced with a tension she was no longer hiding.

You let your hand drift lower, tracing the curve of her waist, your fingertips brushing just above her hipbone, teasing but not giving in to the desire thrumming between you. "Just warm enough?"

"Maybe a little more than warm," Natasha admitted, her tone finally breaking, betraying her carefully constructed facade.

You smiled, pressing akiss to her shoulder, and felt her body shudder beneath the light touch. "That's what I thought."

And just like that, you let the magic pulse faintly through your fingertips. It was gentle at first, a slow, humming energy that wound itself around Natasha, barely noticeable but unmistakable in the way her breath hitched, her body stiffening for just a moment.

You felt the shift in the air almost immediately, the familiar, dark energy surging within you. You didn’t need to speak for the magic to do your bidding—it understood you, knew you. With a subtle flick of your wrist, you felt the conjured presence materialise in the room, and you watched Natasha stiffen at the sound of the door creaking open.

Her wide eyes snapped to the doorway, her breath catching as she saw the silhouette standing there.

A perfect replica of you, standing in the shadows, watching the two of you on the cold hard floor.

Natasha sat up slightly, her wide eyes flicked back to you, then back to your clone, trying to make sense of the impossible situation. Her chest heaved as she breathed faster, confusion mingling with something far more dangerous. You could see it—how her body betrayed her. How the sheer wrongness of it, the shock, only added to the electric tension.

“Wha—” she started, her voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled and pulled her back down, pressing a soft kiss to the shell of her ear. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” you murmured. “She’s not here to hurt you.”

Natasha didn’t reply, her gaze glued to the clone standing ominously at the edge of the room. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, a soft, involuntary whimper escaping her lips. You heard it—the quiet sound she tried to suppress, and you felt it, too. The way her hips pressed down harder onto your thigh, her body reacting instinctively to the overwhelming mix of shame and arousal coursing through her veins. You seized the moment of her confusion, letting your fingers slip down to collect the slickness that had begun pooling between her folds.

Your smirk widened. “You’re fine,” you soothed, though the heat in your voice told a different story. “She’ll do whatever I say, Natasha. Whatever I want.”

As if to prove a point, you brought your fingers—blackened and wet from Natasha’s arousal—up to her lips. Her eyes flicked to your hand, and another soft whimper escaped her, louder this time. The sight of her own slickness glistening on your fingers was too much for her to hide behind that carefully built exterior. She parted her lips, breath shaky, as you hovered your fingers in front of her mouth.

“Look at how wet you are,” you whispered, your voice low and teasing. “You see that?”

Natasha's gaze remained fixed on your fingers, her lips trembling as she nodded, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight of herself on you. You let her watch for a moment longer before slowly slipping one finger between her parted lips, pressing it against her tongue. Natasha’s eyes fluttered closed, a soft, muffled moan escaping her as she tasted herself on your skin.

“Good girl,” you purred, withdrawing your finger slowly, tracing it along her bottom lip. The tension in the room was thick now, Natasha’s breathing shallow, her body writhing slightly in your grasp, torn between the embarrassment of the clone’s presence and the growing arousal she couldn’t ignore.

You turned your attention back to the clone, watching the way it stood perfectly still, awaiting your command. The dark magic swirled within it, just as it did within you, and the power surged through your veins, intoxicating. You could feel the pull, the desire to let it go, to let the clone take what it wanted from Natasha—but not yet.

You had to keep control. For now.

You leaned down, your lips brushing against Natasha’s ear once more. “She’ll be rougher with you,” you murmured, letting the words hang in the air for a moment. “But she won’t do anything I don’t allow. You understand?”

Natasha’s breath hitched again, her hips grinding back against you, and she nodded quickly, her body trembling with anticipation. She was barely holding on, the shame and desire mixing in her veins, making her weak.

“Good,” you whispered, pulling her tighter against you. Without waiting for her response, you slid your fingers back into her mouth, the warmth enveloping them as her lips wrapped around you instinctively. You could feel her tongue swirl around your fingers, soft and eager, heightening the sensations that danced along your skin. Each suck sent a thrill coursing through you, a delicious reminder of the effect you had on her.

“Just like that, Natasha,” you encouraged, your voice barely above a whisper, thick with desire. You revelled in the sight of her losing herself in the moment, her eyes fluttering closed, surrendering fully to the sensations swirling around her. The taste of her slickness mingled with the heat radiating from your body, intoxicating her further.

Her muffled moans vibrated against your fingers, sending ripples of pleasure through your entire being. You could feel your own arousal growing, tightening low in your belly as you marvelled at how completely and utterly she surrendered to you. “God, you’re so beautiful,” you breathed, entranced by her wordless response. You moved your fingers in and out of her mouth, slow and deliberate, enjoying the way she lost herself in the rhythm, the way her body reacted to each gentle thrust.

As the moment intensified, you felt Natasha’s hips begin to shift once more, slowly grinding against your thigh with growing urgency. The slickness coating your leg increased, a stark contrast to the warmth emanating from her body. The sensation of her arousal against your skin sent a jolt of heat coursing through you, every soft stroke of her body igniting a deeper hunger within you.

With each deliberate grind, she coated your thigh in even more of her slickness, her movements becoming more urgent, more desperate, as she sought that delicious friction. You could feel the way her body responded instinctively to the sensation, the wetness contrasting against your skin, fueling your desire. She was overwhelmed, and the thought of her being so turned on by you sent a rush of pride surging through your veins.

“Sweetheart, we want to feel you,” you murmured, her breath hitching slightly, the words spilling from your lips before you could stop them.

Natasha’s movements faltered, confusion flickering across her features as she turned her head slightly to meet your gaze, still gently sucking on your fingers. Your eyes weren’t on her anymore, though, so she looked in front of her again to see what you saw. 

Her breath hitched, eyes widening in shock, her body momentarily frozen in place. Your clone had begun to strip, slowly peeling away the layers of clothing that concealed its form, and Natasha's lips parted around your fingers as her attention shifted.

The clone’s body was just as enticing as yours, perhaps even more so in this moment, and as it unveiled itself, Natasha caught a glimpse of the clone’s member. The sheer size and girth of the clone’s cock was enough to drive her wild; it embodied everything she’d ever confessed she wanted in a strap. Just the sight of it sent a wave of sinful excitement rippling through her veins.

“Don’t worry, she won’t hurt you,” you reassured her, your voice low and steady as you observed the way her body reacted to the sight before her. You could feel the tension in her frame, a mixture of excitement and fear swirling within her, and you needed to bridge that gap, to show her just how pleasurable this could be.

With a gentle nudge, you turned on your back, taking Natasha with you, her back still pressed against your chest. The warmth of her skin felt heavenly against the cool air, and you revelled in the sensation of her weight settling atop you. The new position was intimate, your heart racing as you held her tightly, feeling her soft curves against your body.

The clone approached, its smirk growing wider as it took in the scene—Natasha on top of you, her cheeks flushed with desire. Natasha whimpered softly, overwhelmed by the sensory overload coursing through her, the heat of your bodies mingling as she tried to process everything happening around her.

“Relax, baby,” you whispered soothingly, caressing her sides. But before you could soothe her further, your clone roughly grabbed Natasha by the hair, a predatory glint in its eyes. Natasha gasped, her body instinctively responding to the sensation, and you could see the flicker of excitement igniting in her expression.

“Sit up on her abs,” the clone commanded, pulling Natasha to her knees just by her hair. With a mix of force and eagerness, it manhandled her, guiding her to straddle your stomach, manoeuvring her into position, and you could feel her core flush against your skin, slick and warm. Your breath quickened as you felt the wetness gush out of her, soaking onto your abs, a testament to her desire.

Your hands instinctively found their place on her hips, fingers digging in slightly as you helped guide her movements. You urged her to grind softly against you again, teasingly coaxing her to move without overwhelming her just yet. The sensation of her slickness against your stomach sent a jolt of heat through you, and you bit your lip, relishing the connection between you.

“Just like that, Natasha,” you murmured, your voice thick with desire as you watched her react to your touch. “Just let us take care of you.”

Your clone stepped closer, positioning itself just in front of the two of you, its gaze locked onto Natasha with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. “Open your mouth, sweetheart,” it instructed, its voice low and commanding. Natasha’s eyes widened, a blend of excitement and trepidation flickering across her features as she tried to look from you to your clone, only partially completing that mission.

Feeling your encouraging nod, she leaned forward, her heart racing as she obeyed, parting her lips to take the clone's cock into her mouth. The moment she wrapped her lips around it, the pleasure coursing through her was electric. Your clone telepathically showed you its view, and you could see the way her eyes fluttered, pure bliss washing over her as she began to suck, her cheeks hollowing out around the girth of your clone.

As you held her hips, guiding her gentle grinding on your abs, you felt the wetness spreading even more beneath her, a glorious reminder of how deeply she actually craved this. The sensations intensified, each movement sending waves of pleasure rippling through you both. Natasha moaned around the clone’s cock, the sound vibrating through her body and making her grind even harder against you.

“Good girl,” you praised softly, the words slipping from your lips with a hint of authority. You loved watching her surrender to the pleasure, losing herself in the rhythm of the moment. Your clone took control, urging Natasha to take it deeper, the mix of pleasure and power sending her further into ecstasy.

The tension in the air was palpable as you continued to hold her hips, guiding her movements.

The clone’s grip on Natasha tightened, a possessive hold that sent a thrill of excitement coursing through her as it guided her movements. With each thrust of its hips, it began to push deeper into her mouth, testing her limits, and Natasha instinctively bobbed her head, desperate to please.

“Just like that, Natasha,” you encouraged, watching her struggle to take more of the clone inside her mouth. “You’re doing so good.”

But as the clone felt her lips tighten around its length, the sensation sent it over the edge, losing its controlled demeanour. It thrust forward more forcefully, practically using Natasha’s mouth as a fleshlight, taking what it wanted with reckless abandon. Groans and moans spilled from its lips, the sound almost identical to your own, echoing in the air and driving Natasha wild with desire. Each noise was like a siren call, resonating deep within her as she tried to keep up with the overwhelming sensations.

Tears were streaming down her cheeks, a reflection to the intensity of the pleasure and the stretch of her mouth. She could feel drool pooling at the corners of her lips, mixed with the clone’s precum, and she couldn’t help but lose herself completely in the moment. The skin of her cheeks flushed a deeper shade as the clone's rhythm became more frantic, the wet sounds of its thrusts echoing through the room.

Natasha’s eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed by the experience, but the moment she felt the clone’s hands tighten in her hair, she forced her gaze to meet its own. You could see the haze of pleasure in her eyes, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to take more of the clone inside her.

The clone, clearly intoxicated by the sight of Natasha's beautiful struggle, leaned down closer, its voice dripping with desire. “Look at her,” it groaned, the words laced with a primal edge. “She’s such a mess for me, for us.”

Suddenly, the clone transmitted its sensations directly to your body, filling your senses with the exquisite feeling of Natasha as she fought to accommodate its girth. You could feel her lips stretched impossibly around it, her cheeks hollowed out as she desperately tried to swallow every inch. Drool dripped from her mouth, pooling at her chin and sliding down to her neck, adding to the deliciously lewd scene.

The way her body responded was intoxicating—her back arched, and her hips instinctively rocked as if trying to grind against the phantom sensations. Each thrust from the clone pushed her closer to the edge, her moans vibrating against its shaft, heightening the intensity of everything they were experiencing together.

“Good job, princess,” you urged, the words slipping from your lips as you watched her struggle to breathe, more tears spilling down her cheeks, a beautiful mess of arousal and submission. “Take it all. You know you want to.”

The clone took full advantage of Natasha’s compliance, pounding into her mouth relentlessly, using her like an obedient plaything. It thrust harder, deeper, and with each movement, it pulled more of those delightful sounds from her, the groans and whimpers blending into a symphony of desire that echoed in the room.

Natasha could feel the world around her fade away, the only thing that mattered was the feeling of the clone’s thick shaft stretching her mouth and the dizzying pleasure building within her. She was drowning in the sensations, and it only fueled her need for more.

Every thrust sent waves of ecstasy crashing through her, each moment causing her to lose herself further in the pleasure that enveloped her. With every droplet of precum and every tear that fell, she surrendered to the overwhelming waves of sensation, her body responding instinctively to the relentless rhythm, succumbing to the sweet torment of being used by your clone.

Taking advantage of Natasha's overwhelmed state, you conjured the strap you knew she loved, your magic weaving it into existence with a soft, glowing green hue that danced around it like an ethereal mist. The length was impressive, longer yet less thick than the clone’s member, designed to fit comfortably alongside it when the moment was right. As the strap settled between Natasha’s thighs, the shimmering aura reflected the powers at play, accentuating the beautiful contrast against her flushed skin.

Natasha was lost in the rhythm of her own pleasure, unaware of the strap that now stood ready for her. She continued to grind down mindlessly on your lower belly, seeking any semblance of friction that would drive her closer to the edge. But then, as her movements became more frantic, the strap made contact with her clit. The sudden sensation sent shockwaves through her, and she gagged on the clone’s cock, her eyes widening in realisation as the fullness in her mouth deepened.

She tried to cry out, to convey just how much she needed you—how desperately she craved both of you—but the thick cock filling her throat and the clone’s relentless thrusts silenced her words, reducing them to muffled gurgles. Even so, you could sense her urgency; the way her body quivered beneath the weight of ecstasy.

As if drawn to her need, your hands wandered from her hips to her breasts, feeling the softness of her skin under your fingers. You couldn’t resist the way her body responded, the way she arched into your touch. Slowly, you sat up a little, your abs flexing beneath her as you moved, the strap now pressing firmly against her folds. The sensation jolted Natasha, drawing a cry from her lips that vibrated around your clone’s cock, sending a thrill through both of you.

A rush of wetness spilled out of her, coating the strap with her slickness, and you revelled in the sight. “You like that, don’t you?” you whispered, your breath hot against her ear as you captured her attention. “Feeling both of us, giving in to every need?”

Natasha’s eyes fluttered, her body shaking with desire as she nodded, the overwhelming sensations bringing her closer to the precipice. She was a beautiful mess, lost in the throes of passion and desperation. Your fingers traced over her breasts, squeezing gently as her whimpers filled the air, the sound mingling with the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin.

With each thrust of the clone’s hips, the strap nudged against Natasha's clit, intensifying the pleasure radiating to her core. It felt like a dance, a symphony of sensations that only heightened the tension building between the three of you. The clone, sensing Natasha’s turmoil, began to thrust harder, forcing her deeper onto its cock, and you leaned in closer, brushing your lips against her shoulder.

“Just let go, Natasha,” you urged softly, your voice low and coaxing. “Let us take care of you.”

Natasha’s body responded instinctively, bucking against the strap as she chased the spiralling pleasure that engulfed her. “Please... I need...” Her words were drowned in another moan as the clone pulled her hair, holding her in place, and she could do nothing but submit to the sensations overtaking her.

Your strap shifted again, rubbing against her swollen clit, and the fire ignited inside her. The combination of the clone’s relentless thrusts and the way the strap stimulated her sent her spiralling closer to bliss. The pressure built, coiling tightly in her core, and you could feel the tension radiating off her body, signalling that she was on the verge of an explosive release.

“Come for me, Natasha,” you whispered, your fingers moving to her hips to guide her. “You’re so close. Just let go for us.”

And in that moment, Natasha succumbed to the tidal wave of pleasure, her cries muffled but filled with undeniable passion. The sound of her release echoed through the air, drowning in the intensity of the sensations and the overwhelming connection that bound you all together.

The moment Natasha succumbed to the overwhelming sensations, it was as if time itself froze. A wave of euphoria washed over her, igniting every nerve ending as her body tensed, spiralling into pure bliss. Her mouth was still filled with the clone’s cock, and the muffled cries of ecstasy vibrated against it, sending shivers through both you and the clone. The strap pressed firmly against her clit, rubbing against the sensitive flesh as her body writhed in pleasure, sending surges of warmth cascading through her.

As her orgasm took hold, her vision blurred, and the world around her faded into a haze of colour and sensation. She felt every touch, every thrust, amplifying the heat coiling tightly in her core. The slickness between her legs only intensified, soaking the strap and pooling around it as she bucked against it, lost in a sea of pure ecstasy. A guttural moan escaped her lips, and tears of pleasure streamed down her cheeks, a testament to the intensity of her release.

With each wave of her climax, Natasha felt her body convulsing, as if it were trying to escape the sheer delight enveloping her. The clone, sensing the height of her pleasure, pushed deeper into her throat, its rhythm becoming frantic, mirroring Natasha's mounting need. Her heart raced as the pleasure began to ebb, leaving her breathless and dazed.

But just as she began to float down from that euphoric high, the clone grew increasingly frustrated. As your clone pulled Natasha away from its throbbing length, it was clear that it demanded her undivided attention. The instant Natasha’s mouth was freed from your clone, she gasped for breath, her lips swollen and glistening with a mix of drool and precum. The clone's frustration surged, and with a firm grip on her hips, it manhandled her upwards, lifting her off its cock and positioning her directly over yours.

“Now, take this,” it commanded, pushing Natasha downwards as she lowered herself onto your strap, the length filling her completely in one fluid motion. The sensation was exhilarating, and Natasha let out a startled cry as she felt the entirety of you stretch her. The pressure was overwhelming, pushing her right to the edge, and she could do nothing but submit to the feeling.

You watched in awe as Natasha’s body enveloped you fully, her walls clenching around the strap, creating a delicious friction that sent jolts of pleasure coursing through both of you. She gasped again, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and delight as she felt the cold silicone filling her warm depths.

“God, you’re so tight,” you breathed, your hands instinctively finding her waist once more, guiding her movements as she adjusted to the feeling of being filled completely.

Your clone smirked, taking a step back to admire the sight before it. Natasha’s back was arched, her face flushed, and her breaths were coming in quick gasps as she savoured the sensation of being impaled on your strap. It was a sight that drove both of you wild.

“Ride Mommy,” the clone urged, voice low and sultry. It revelled in the power dynamics, knowing Natasha was entirely at the mercy of both you and your clone.

As if compelled by the command, Natasha began to lift herself slightly, feeling the strap sliding in and out, her slickness coating the length of you. But just as she began to find her rhythm, the clone leaned in closer, grasping her hair and pulling her head back gently to expose her neck, its breath hot against her ear.

“Now, let’s see how much you can really take,” it whispered, urging Natasha to push herself further.

With a sudden, assertive movement, your clone guided Natasha downwards harder, forcing her to take the entire length of the strap again. The sensation was overwhelming, and Natasha’s breath hitched as she felt the fullness stretch her further. It took everything in her to hold back a scream, the sheer pleasure coursing through her body making her skin tingle.

You felt her body shudder above you, the warmth and slickness surrounding you creating an intoxicating blend of sensations. “That’s it, Nat,” you encouraged, your hands tightening on her waist as you helped her find the perfect angle to ride you. “Just like that.”

But your clone wasn’t done yet. With each upward thrust of Natasha’s hips, it took advantage of her momentary distraction, pushing her back down harder on your strap, driving the full length into her in a way that left her breathless. She felt utterly consumed, every thrust sending waves of pleasure radiating through her, igniting the spark of ecstasy within her core.

“Feel how good you are for us,” the clone said, watching with pleasure as Natasha began to lose herself to the sensations. Her body moved in perfect rhythm, each thrust pushing her closer to the precipice of bliss.

“Please,” Natasha gasped, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all, but you both knew exactly what she meant. She craved more. More friction. More pleasure. More of both of you.

The clone, clearly impatient with the slow –but hard– pace, decided it was time to take charge. With a firm grip on Natasha’s hair, it yanked her off your strap, forcing her to gasp in surprise as she was pulled away. The sudden shift made her body tremble with anticipation, and before she could fully register what was happening, the clone manoeuvred her back onto you, repositioning her like before.

Natasha’s back pressed against your soft breasts, the warmth of your body enveloping her as she nestled into them, feeling safe yet overwhelmed by the sensations that coursed through her. The strap remained nestled between her thighs, brushing against her sensitive skin, an enticing reminder of the pleasure still to come.

As your clone positioned itself in front of Natasha, ready to enter her, the anticipation hung thick in the air. The moment Natasha felt the clone’s girth pressing against her entrance, a shiver shot through her spine. The sensation was so familiar yet different—she knew this wasn’t your strap; it was something else entirely, and the knowledge sent a thrill through her.

“Just relax,” your clone purred, voice low and sultry. With that, it pushed forward, filling Natasha in one powerful thrust. The feeling was unlike anything she had experienced before; the clone was thicker, hotter, and it stretched her in ways that made her see stars.

Natasha’s head dropped back against your shoulder, her breath hitching in her throat as the wave of sensation crashed over her. She turned her face into your neck, muffling her cries against your skin, the sound lost in the warmth of your embrace.

Your hand instinctively found its way to her breasts again, fingers teasingly groping them while your other hand roamed down to her stomach, tracing the soft contours of her body. You could feel every muscle quiver under your touch, the tension radiating from her as the clone began to establish a rhythm.

With each thrust, your clone buried itself deeper inside Natasha, pushing her tightly against you. The contrast of sensations was intoxicating—your warmth wrapping around her like a cocoon, while the clone filled her completely, driving her wild. Natasha squirmed beneath the onslaught, desperately trying to control her feelings, but it was proving impossible.

As the clone picked up the pace, Natasha instinctively leaned further into you, her body grinding against yours as she sought more friction. You could feel her slickness coating your strap and stomach, mixing with the clone’s thrusts, creating a delicious mess.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” you whispered, unable to resist leaning down to kiss her temple. Each kiss you left only fueled her desire further, and Natasha responded by sucking hickeys into your neck, desperately trying to stifle her moans with your flesh.

Your clone’s grip on her hips tightened, its movements becoming rougher and more demanding, forcing Natasha to take every inch. She could hardly think, lost in the haze of pleasure, her mind swirling with the feeling of being so thoroughly filled. Each thrust hit the perfect spot, igniting sparks of ecstasy deep within her core.

“Don’t hold back,” you encouraged, your voice a soft murmur as you cupped her breasts, fingers teasing her nipples. “Let it all go.”

With each thrust of the clone, Natasha felt herself teetering on the edge, the world around her fading once more as her body succumbed to the pleasure. It was a symphony of sensations—your warmth, the clone’s depth, and the exhilaration of knowing she was being completely claimed in this moment.

“Please,” she gasped, words spilling from her lips like a prayer, “I need… I need you both.”

The clone only responded with a growl, driving harder into her as it relished the power of the moment. The sound echoed in her ears, blending with your soft coos of encouragement, pulling her closer to that sweet release she so desperately craved.

Natasha surrendered herself to the waves of pleasure washing over her, the tension building to an almost unbearable point. With every thrust, every touch, she felt herself spiralling closer to the brink, her body singing with need.

As the clone drove deeper into Natasha, the sensations began to overwhelm her. Each thrust was met with a delicious ache, pushing her closer to the edge of pleasure. Natasha felt herself slipping away, her mind clouding with bliss as the clone’s relentless rhythm ignited a fire within her core. The world around her had faded, leaving only the pulsating waves of ecstasy crashing over her like a tide, almost dumbifying her senses.

“Please… I can’t… too much,” she whined, her voice barely above a whisper, yet it carried the weight of desperation. The overwhelming pleasure pulled her further into subspace, each thrust sending her tumbling deeper, her breath hitching with every movement.

In that moment, you focused your energy, telepathically communicating with your clone. Slow down, you urged, your voice echoing in the shared space of your minds. Let me join you.

Your clone smirked mischievously, the glimmer in its eyes matching the wickedness of its intentions. Just as it heard Natasha’s whimper, “Daddy, too much. Slower, please,” the tension in the air thickened with anticipation.

You and your clone exchanged knowing smirks, an understanding passing between you both. With a gentle yet firm touch, you began to circle Natasha’s sensitive clit with your fingers, a silent promise that you would fill her too in just a few moments. Natasha’s body responded, her cries turning into soft sobs, “Mommy, please. Need you, need you and Daddy in me, please fill me.”

With those words, the clone manoeuvred your strap to Natasha’s entrance, the one already filled with its girth. Slowly, it pressed the strap alongside its own cock, teasingly close yet not fully joining the two.

To your surprise, the moment your strap touched Natasha’s sensitive entrance, you felt everything as if it was a part of you, like the two were connected through some magical bond. You couldn't tell if it was your imagination or if your powers were taking over, but the sensation was dizzying, a mix of pleasure and overwhelming intimacy. It was something you’d have to figure out later, but right now, the sight before you demanded your attention.

Natasha’s pleading pulled you from your thoughts, her hand coming up to grasp the side of your face, her gaze desperate and filled with need. Her face remained buried in your neck, wet kisses and drool spilling from her mouth as she surrendered completely.

With a steadying breath, you slowly pushed into her, feeling the strap glide against the slickness of her folds and your clone’s shaft. Natasha whined and choked on her cries, hearing your voice twice, a beautiful harmony that reverberated through her. As your strap joined the clone’s cock nestled deep inside her, she gasped, her body quaking with the overwhelming fullness.

“God, you feel so good,” you groaned, your voice a breathy whisper as you watched her face contort with pleasure, the sight of her blissful expression driving you wild. The twin sensations of being filled by both you and your clone sent Natasha soaring to new heights, her body arching as waves of ecstasy rolled through her.

With each thrust, you felt the connection strengthen, your movements harmonising with the clone’s, creating a rhythm that left Natasha breathless and begging for more. The way she clenched around you was intoxicating, a visceral reminder of the connection you all shared.

“Just like that, baby,” you coaxed, fingers still teasing her clit, amplifying her pleasure with each calculated stroke. Natasha’s cries filled the air, a melody of need and desire, each sound sending shivers down your spine.

As you sank deeper into her, pushing your hips up as much as you could, your breath mingling with hers, you knew you were entering a new level of intimacy, a space where pleasure and connection intertwined beautifully. And as Natasha’s body began to tighten around you both, you could feel her on the verge of yet another climax, her mind and body succumbing to the overwhelming sensations you and your clone were creating together.

The clone’s restraint began to wane as it felt the intoxicating pull of pleasure surging through both you and Natasha. With each thrust, it pounded harder, pushing Natasha deeper into you, driving her body against yours. You flexed all your muscles beneath her, amplifying every sensation, forcing her to feel everything.

Natasha cried out, the sound a beautiful mix of ecstasy and desperation. “Please, please, don’t stop!” she begged, her voice raw with need as she writhed against you, lost in the tidal wave of pleasure. The way her body moved, the slickness coating your abs and thighs, only heightened your desire, turning your focus solely on her.

The strap nestled inside her, pressing snugly against her walls, the sensation of fullness overwhelming her senses. The clone continued to thrust, each movement sending jolts of pleasure rippling through Natasha’s body, amplifying the exquisite sensation of being filled by the two you’s.

“Just let go, baby,” you encouraged, your voice low and filled with desire. “Mommy’s right here with you.”

As the clone lost its last shred of control, it began to pound into her relentlessly. Natasha’s back arched, and she gasped, her head pressing against your shoulder as the force of the thrusts sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body. The rhythm turned chaotic, the clone’s hips snapping forward with a desperate urgency, and you felt every thrust radiate through you.

“Fuck!” you gasped, the intensity of her cries echoing in your ears, every sound driving you further into your own desire.

With a sob that echoed through the room, Natasha felt the pressure building to an unbearable level. The clone’s relentless pace pushed her toward the edge, but as she neared her peak, she suddenly found herself overwhelmed, lost in the sensations coursing through her. “Oh my god!” she cried, the sound almost a plea as her body quaked with pleasure.

As both of you reached the brink of ecstasy, the clone began to slow down, savouring the moment, prolonging the exquisite tension building between you. The pace became almost maddeningly slow, each thrust deliberate, dragging Natasha closer to the precipice of another orgasm.

“Please… don’t stop,” she whimpered, her voice thick with desperation. “I need—”

But before she could finish, another wave of pleasure crashed over her, sending her spiralling into bliss. The feeling of fullness, the dual sensations of the clone's cock and your strap filling her up, made everything burst into a kaleidoscope of sensations.

“God, Natasha!” you groaned, your body responding to her release, every muscle tightening as she surrendered to the overwhelming wave of ecstasy.

And in that moment, the clone and you both felt it more than ever—the twin sensations of Natasha’s body clenching around you as she rode the wave of her climax, your own pleasure coiling tightly within you before spilling over. The moan that escaped your lips mixed with hers, creating a symphony of raw desire.

In those final moments, as Natasha's cries of pleasure echoed through the room, the world outside faded away, leaving only the intoxicating haze of fulfilment that enveloped you. As the waves of ecstasy subsided, Natasha's body trembled with residual pleasure, but you could feel an insatiable need bubbling up within you. You wanted more. You wanted to see her face—truly see her, not just through the lens of the clone's shared images.

With a sudden surge of energy, you gripped Natasha's waist, pulling her up and spinning her around, determined to make her face you. The clone smirked, still behind her, watching with a mix of amusement and eagerness. Natasha gasped as you manhandled her, positioning her so that she straddled your lap, her thighs encasing you as you held her steady.

“Now you look at me, Natasha,” you breathed, your gaze locking onto hers. Her eyes were wide, still glazed from pleasure, yet there was an unmistakable spark of desire flickering within them. “Mommy needs to see you.”

“God, you’re breathtaking,” you murmured, your hands roaming up to cup her face, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. The contrast between her warmth and the still chilly air heightened your senses even more. You could see the remnants of tears glistening in her eyes, a reflection of the pleasure she had just experienced.

Your clone wasted no time in positioning itself behind her, its cock pressing against her slick folds already filled with your strap, teasing her with the promise of complete fullness. “Ready?” it asked, its voice deep and laced with mischief.

Natasha nodded, her breath hitching in her throat as she took in the sight of you—her gaze flickering from your eyes to the clone behind her. “Please,” she begged, her voice a desperate whisper, as if the simple word contained all her longing.

With a swift thrust, the clone buried itself deep within her, and Natasha cried out, the sound reverberating through you both. Her body instinctively bucked, arching toward you while her hands gripped your shoulders for support. You held her close, watching the way her face twisted with pleasure, a sight that fueled your desire even further.

“Come on, princess,” you encouraged, your fingers trailing down to her hips, guiding her movements as you urged her to ride you, feeling the sensation of her warmth enveloping you. “Show us how much you want it.”

The clone’s hands gripped Natasha's waist, pushing her back and forth, allowing her to feel the exquisite pressure building between them. As she began to ride, you could see the conflict between pleasure and control etched on her face—a mix of vulnerability and power as she took charge.

“Look at you,” you praised, your voice low and sultry. “You’re so beautiful like this.”

Natasha's body moved with a fervour that left you breathless, her gaze locked onto yours as she rode you with reckless abandon. The pressure of the clone behind her only heightened the sensations as it thrust into her, filling the same heated space while you filled her from the front. She was caught in a delicious dance, both of you driving her closer to the edge.

“More,” she gasped, her voice trembling with the intensity of it all. “I need more!”

You could see the way her body shuddered, the pleasure coursing through her as the clone thrust deeper, driving her wild. “What exactly do you want from Daddy, baby?” you teased, your tone sultry as your hands roamed down her body, cupping her breasts and revelling in the softness of her skin.

With a breathy whimper, Natasha looked at you, her eyes glazed and wide with need. “I… I want you both,” she pleaded, but there was something deeper in her request. “I want Daddy to take me… in my ass.”

The words hung in the air, shocking both you and the clone into silence. The sheer boldness of her request sent a thrill through you, but uncertainty quickly followed. You glanced at the clone, who mirrored your surprise, its eyes reflecting the same mix of excitement and concern.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” you both asked in unison, your voices blending together, creating a curious harmony in the heat of the moment.

Natasha's breaths were rapid, her body trembling with a mix of desire and need. “I need it,” she whimpered, tears brimming in her eyes as she looked down at you. “I need to— Please. I need… Stretch.”

The vulnerability in her tone, paired with the overwhelming look of desperation in her eyes, left you both at a loss for words. You could see how deeply she had sunk into subspace, her mind fogged with pleasure, making her almost dizzy with the intensity of it all.

“Okay, baby,” you said softly, brushing a stray hair from her face. “But only if you really want it. We’ll take care of you, I promise.”

The clone nodded in agreement, its cock still nestled deep inside her, teasing her as it awaited your cue. Natasha nodded vigorously, her body arching back against the clone, urging it to fill her.

“Please,” she cried, a sob of need escaping her lips. “I need to feel you both—stretch me, Daddy.”

You felt a rush of heat at the word, your heart racing as you shared a knowing look with the clone. 

“Alright,” you murmured, your voice steady. “Just breathe through it, okay? We’re right here with you.”

With that reassurance, the clone repositioned itself, the head of its cock teasing Natasha’s tight entrance. You could feel the tension in her body, the way she braced herself for what was to come. Natasha was so far gone, her thoughts jumbled, the edges of reality blurring as she focused on the sensations overwhelming her senses.

As the clone began to push in, you watched Natasha’s eyes widen, her breath hitching as she adjusted to the sensation. “Relax, baby,” you urged, your hands smoothing over her arms, guiding her through the intensity of the moment.

The clone pushed deeper, inching into her until you could see her body quiver, her moans mixing with gasps of pain and discomfort. “You’ve got it, just breathe,” you encouraged. “You’re doing so well.”

Natasha’s head dropped down against your forehead, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she adjusted to the fullness. Her body trembled, the combination of sensations sending her whirling into bliss. “More,” she begged, her voice laced with desperation. “Please, move!”

With every thrust, your clone filled her, pushing her deeper into the realms of pleasure she had yet to explore. You could feel her body clenching around both of you, her walls tightening with each movement, and it was intoxicating.

“Look at you,” you praised, your fingers brushing against her cheeks, feeling the warmth radiating from her flushed skin. “So beautiful and full.”

Just as you coaxed her to ride you harder, Natasha cried out, her body shuddering as another orgasm washed over her, sending shockwaves through her entire being. She convulsed against you, her cries muffled against your shoulder as her body surged with pleasure, and she felt blissfully alive, even as she hovered on the brink of exhaustion.

“Mommy!” she cried, her voice raw and pleading. “More. Please don’t stop!”

You exchanged a glance with the clone, both of you grinning at the sheer intensity of it all. Natasha was lost in her own world of pleasure, her mind tangled in the blissful haze that engulfed her.

“Okay, baby. You’re such a good girl for Mommy” you whispered, kissing her softly on the neck as the clone continued its steady rhythm, pushing her deeper into the realm of ecstasy.

“Just hold on, Natty. We’re going to take you higher,” you promised.

As Natasha continued to ride you, her movements became more frantic, each upward thrust heightening her arousal. The sensations overwhelmed her, and as she felt the clone still thrusting deep within her from behind, she teetered on the edge of yet another orgasm. The waves of pleasure coiled tightly in her core, and she gasped, “I’m so close!”

“Let it happen, Natty. Just let go. You don’t have to ask or warn Mommy,” you urged, your voice barely a whisper, yet firm with encouragement.

With a final thrust from the clone, the tension snapped. Natasha’s body erupted in a symphony of pleasure, her cries mingling with the gasps of ecstasy that poured from her lips. She squirted slightly, the sensation washing over her, making her see stars. The feelings were almost too much as she shuddered on top of you, riding out the waves of her orgasm.

“Mommy! Please!” she whimpered, her body trembling as she struggled to stay upright, lost in the aftermath of her climax. “I need more!”

The urgency in her voice spurred you on, and without hesitation, you adjusted your grip around her waist and lifted her effortlessly, standing up until you were carrying her in your arms. Natasha clung to you, her legs wrapping tightly around your waist, the strap still nestled snugly inside her, making her feel filled and deliciously full.

“Hold on, baby,” you instructed playfully, feeling her breath hitch in excitement as you positioned her. The clone shifted behind her, hands gripping her hips as it prepared to take her again.

With a firm thrust, the clone began to pound into her ass once more, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through the redhead. The dual sensations were almost overwhelming as she felt both of you moving together again, the rhythm sending her spiralling deeper into euphoria. The pressure built inside her, and Natasha found herself gasping, her moans mingling with whimpers of delight as she surrendered completely to the sensations enveloping her.

The new position intensified everything. You felt every flex of her muscles against you, the sensation of her warmth surrounding you heightening the intimacy. The clone’s thrusts were deep and relentless, driving her further into a haze of pleasure, each stroke hitting a spot that made her cry out breathlessly.

Natasha’s body responded instinctively, her back arching as the clone continued to thrust into her. You could feel the rhythm of both of you, creating a symphony of pleasure that drowned out any rational thought. The overwhelming sensations flooded her senses, and she felt herself teetering on the brink of something beautifully intense.

“Да...да...please...” she babbled, her words tumbling out in a mixture of Russian and English, barely coherent as the pleasure swelled within her. Each thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her, the dual penetration pushing her deeper into a euphoric state where everything else faded away.

As she surrendered completely, her moans morphed into gasps, and you could feel her heartbeat quickening, the desperation in her voice reflecting the sheer intensity of what she was experiencing. The world around her blurred, and she felt as if she was floating, the sensations spiralling into a blissful abyss where nothing else mattered—only the exquisite connection between the three, the two of you.

With each thrust, the boundaries of pleasure expanded, and Natasha found herself lost in the rhythm, her body trembling as she embraced the overwhelming waves that threatened to pull her under completely.

“Just like that,” you encouraged, your voice thick with lust as you watched her expression shift from blissful concentration to pure ecstasy.

Natasha could feel the heat radiating from both of you, and as the clone thrust deeper into her, she could hardly contain herself. The movements became more frantic, and you could see her losing control, the familiar warmth pooling in her belly as the tension coiled tighter and tighter.

As the clone’s thrusts grew more intense, Natasha couldn’t hold back any longer. She cried out, her body shaking as her second orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. The climax ignited her senses, sending her plummeting into oblivion. She squirted again, this time with an intensity that shocked you, the warmth cascading from her, soaking the ground beneath you as she lost herself completely. The sensations enveloped her entirely, pushing her to the brink of consciousness as pleasure consumed her.

“Oй! Боже мой [Oh! Oh my God]!” Natasha wailed, her voice a desperate blend of ecstasy and disbelief as she clung to you with a death grip, burying her face in your neck. Each powerful thrust from the clone behind her sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, igniting a fire that burned deep within her core. “Я не могу! [I can’t take it!]” she gasped, her words tumbling out in a frenzied mix as her mind began to unravel.

The stretch of being filled by both you and the clone left her breathless, every thrust pushing her further into euphoria.

“Наполните меня! [Fill me!]” she begged, her voice trembling with desperation, matching the frantic rhythm of her heartbeat. Her begs turned into screams, the feeling of both of you surrounding her senses, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as she felt the clone’s thickness coat her walls. “Fill me! Fill me more!”

As the clone withdrew, leaving her gaping and desperate, it suddenly plunged back into her pussy with an intensity that made her scream. The sheer fullness was intoxicating, driving her wild. You felt the clone’s cock throbbing against the strap again, its thickness coating her walls with each thrust. Natasha’s cries vibrated against your skin, breath warm and shaky as she surrendered completely to the sensations enveloping her.

The clone’s movements became frantic, and Natasha’s body responded eagerly, waves of ecstasy crashing over her as it filled her with its seed. “Oh, боже, да! [God, yes!]” she cried, each pulse of the clone’s release sending you both spiraling deeper into pleasure. The warmth flooded her core, and you could feel your clone’s throbbing cock pulsing inside her, your own body tingling as the sensations intertwined. The heat radiating from Natasha was intoxicating, a sweet rush of satisfaction that coursed through you with every throb of the clone.

The combination of sensations was overwhelming. The way the clone thrust back into her, slamming against the strap, sent her drifting into another dimension of bliss. Natasha cried out as she felt the clone stretching her in ways she never imagined possible, and it drove her wild. You could feel the slick warmth of her inner walls enveloping both you and the clone, mingling with her own juices, creating a heady mix that made your skin prickle with desire. Each pulse resonated within you, a delicious reminder of how completely she was filled, and it ignited a primal need in you to hold her tighter.

“Я такая полная… [I’m so full…]” Natasha babbled, her voice thick with pleasure as she felt the warm slickness spilling out, dripping down her thighs. “Пожалуйста! Ещё! [Please! More!]” She clung to you tighter, her body quaking with each thrust, and you felt her heat radiating, igniting every nerve ending in your body. The clone’s release filled her to the brim, and the sensation sent a rush of pleasure through you, mirroring her own ecstatic response.

As the clone surged inside her again, the potent warmth enveloped both of you. Each pulse of its release drove her deeper into ecstasy, creating a continuous cycle of pleasure that left her gasping for breath. You could feel your own arousal heightening with every movement, your body responding in kind to Natasha’s cries and the rhythmic pounding of the clone. Her moans echoed in your ears, intoxicating you as they mixed with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

“Ah! Yes! Please!” Natasha screamed, the overwhelming sensations sending her spiraling into yet another orgasm. You felt every pulse through the strap, a visceral connection that made you acutely aware of her pleasure. The slick warmth spilling around you only heightened your own arousal, driving you further into the intoxicating haze of shared ecstasy.

Her screams filled the air as the pressure peaked, and she squirted again, the force of her orgasm leaving her breathless and light-headed. You could feel the warm release of the clone filling her, and that sensation sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through you, making your body hum with excitement. The overwhelming sensations wrapped around her like a blanket as she felt her body go limp, her vision fading into darkness as she passed out, completely lost in ecstasy. 

As Natasha’s body went limp in your arms, the clone began to dissolve, its form fading into nothingness as if it had never existed. The strap also vanished, leaving you feeling achingly empty yet exhilarated from the shared experience. You gently slid down against the wall, cradling Natasha against your chest, her breath warm and steady against your skin.

Your fingers were completely black now, a vivid reminder of the intensity that had just unfolded. But despite the darkened marks, you couldn’t help but smile, knowing every moment had been worth it. Holding her tightly, you felt a rush of protectiveness and tenderness wash over you as you watched her drift into a blissful slumber, the aftershocks of pleasure still evident in her soft sighs. In this quiet moment, you revelled in the connection you shared, cherishing the way her body fit perfectly against yours, as if you were two halves of a whole.

The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you in this cocoon of warmth and intimacy, a perfect refuge after the storm of ecstasy.

A little while later, Natasha slowly regained consciousness, her senses gradually returning to her. You were sitting on the ground with your back against the wall, her knees around your waist as she sat on your lap, her body completely leaning into you. She felt so warm and safe, a serene calm washing over her.

As her eyes fluttered open, she blinked lazily, taking a moment to adjust to her surroundings. When her gaze landed on you, a soft smile crept across her lips, and she chuckled tiredly. “I’m warm now,” she whispered against your lips, the playful spark in her eyes bringing a warmth to your chest.

You couldn’t help but grin as you took her face in your hands, savouring the moment. You mentally captured the image of her—hair tousled, cheeks flushed, and that blissful expression that showed just how thoroughly spent she was.

Without thinking, you leaned in and kissed her passionately, feeling the spark ignite between you. It was the first kiss you had shared that night, and both of you knew that this was more than “just” an 'I fuck my friend' friendship, it always has been more. The kiss spoke of something deeper, an unspoken connection solidified by the level of  intimacy you had just shared.

When you finally pulled away, Natasha rested her forehead against yours, her breaths still heavy but now laced with contentment. “What just happened?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with a mix of disbelief and affection.

You chuckled softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “I think we just took our friendship to a whole new level.”

Natasha smirked, her eyes still half-closed, and shot back, “Fuck that word. This isn’t friendship. Not to me anymore, it hasn’t been for a while.”

With a satisfied grin, she nestled into you, her body still warm against yours as she closed her eyes, content to linger in the afterglow of the night. 

Softly, she snuggled her face into the crook of your neck before whispering the three words she was so scared to say.

The honesty in her voice mingled with the playful spark in her eyes, and it felt like a promise—a thrilling acknowledgment of everything that had just transpired between you.

[the-daydreaming-show]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 — “I am, I have been, and I was born hungry.”

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: An abandoned son makes a decision. The cared for son is taken away.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬): Bruce Wayne X ScarletWitch!Reader; Jason Todd x Batmom!ScarletWitch!Reader; Tim Drake x Batmom!ScarletWitch!Reader; Jason Todd x Tim Drake.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: kidnapping, mention of PTSD, weapons, threats (silent), drugs and forced drug use, death of Janet Drake, and mention of Jack Drake in the hospital, Jason is mansplaining, manipulating and manslaughter his way through this sequel.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: This took a while because I had a precise plan for this sequel, but writing this chapter, something possessed me and changed everything. So, now I'm not sure what's going to happen, it's all in destiny hands now on!!!

Thanks to our beta reader, the wonderful @igotmessymind for her work, as always, I appreciate you very much!!

Now, I would like to make a special mention of @andieperrie18, who made a playlist base on the Batmom Scarlet Witch.

And I need you to admire this masterpiece, because this playlist doesn't just include songs. NOO, It also has dialogue between Batmom and Bruce at the beginning, and it's just gold. Also go to check the other playlist in her channel, they have some good stuff. The small talks and slow dancing with Bruce Wayne is one of my favorites!!!

So, thank you very much to you @andieperrie18 for your love and the dedication it took to make this playlist. I don't have enough words to show my adoration and gratitude for this playlist. So everyone, please go give them love to the playlist while reading this chapter!!

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐔𝐬 / Prelude / Next Part

Jason knew he was not walking on good ground. He hadn't been since he was revived in the Lazarus Pit. He hadn't been when he had killed criminals to try to control Gotham's crime. Nor when he had to escape from Arkham Asylum after Batman had locked him there, under the excuse that it was best for him.

Lies. 

All were lies.

He knew it now more than ever as he looked at his wall.

Jason was sitting in an old chair facing the wall, where a variety of photos, newspaper clippings, maps, and notes were displayed. 

Seeing that wall told him that he was definitely slipping into a new territory of madness. 

But-he-couldn't-stop. It was like he was on a slide, and he couldn't dig his heels in to stop. A part of him didn't want to stop. 

Just as he hadn't wanted to soften the news of his return to Bruce, that part of Jason wanted revenge with every atom of his true self. And now it was pushing him towards that wall. 

Another part of him, though, didn't want to do this. It was the part that still made him want to put his hands in his mouth to eat his cuticles, like he had done as a child. That part wanted to approach you on the street, and calmly let you explain why you hadn't sought him out. So that he could move on somehow, in a way that would make you proud of how Jason had handled everything.

But you had abandoned him.

After Bruce found out he was alive, Jason had hoped that once he told you all of it, you'd show up at his door. Jason had been ready to listen to your logical arguments and leave the whole killing thing behind. 

¿Who cared about revenge and Gotham if there was a chance to get back with his mom? 

Not to Jason.

You didn't; you never showed up. 

And now the part that wanted revenge was screaming too loud for him to hear anything else.

So there he was, sitting in a chair, arms crossed, as he carefully admired the wall he had created.

There were pictures of you picking up Timothy Drake from school, taking him shopping, hugging him at galas, and chatting with him at fashion events. Events that you had probably only been invited to, but you had convinced the team to let you take someone else, the same way you did with Jason when he was young. You probably took him to eat at your favorite restaurant every Friday after school, like they did with him. You probably also turned off the light in his room every night after saying goodnight, like you did with Jason.

No shame; you had given everything that was Jason's to that boy. 

That's why you weren't looking for him when you found out he was alive. You had replaced him with that kid, the same way Bruce had, and you deserved the same kind of punishment.

You deserved his revenge. And you will receive it.

You were in your office, in your brand's office building, a few blocks from Wayne Tower, where your entire clothing brand has done most of its business since you married Bruce. The official and original store of your brand is still in Metropolis, where it all started, but you moved the main offices to Gotham when you got married. So all of your children spent time between Wayne Tower and your building.

Usually, that was where they ended up after school.

Tim was supposed to go there after school. Typically, you would go pick him up. But that day he was staying a few extra hours at school for his Debate Club, and he would walk with his friends to their houses and meet you before you left the office that afternoon. So you were surprised when, as you were evaluating some new designs, your phone lit up with your youngest son's phone number.

“Mom,” Tim’s voice immediately sounded on the other end of the phone when you answered. He sounded nervous.

“Tim, honey,” you said, looking up at the clock. “Did I forget to pick you up?”, and immediately, your mind goes into paranoia, convinced that Tim had asked you to go look for him, and that's why he was calling you, and you had forgotten.

“No, no. Mom, it's fine,” he assured you quickly. You could hear chatter in the background, like someone was encouraging him to talk. “Mom, do you know today is Friday, right?”

Obviously, you remembered that it was Friday. On Fridays, when Tim came home from school, the two of you would go out to dinner at your favorite restaurant as a traditional mother-son activity.

“Yes, I've noticed,” you said, closing the sketchbook to give the boy your full attention.

“And we always go to eat at Julián's on Fridays after school, without fail,” he continues explaining. You assumed he was going somewhere, so you murmured an affirmation. “Well, you saw Dylan, my chemistry classmate. He and others are going to eat at a pizzeria near the school, and they invited me. After eating, we are all going to go to his house to play video games. If you're okay with that, I would like to go. Or I'll just go eat and go back home early. I-” Tim was already in babbling territory; you could barely contain your laughter when you interrupted him.

“It's okay, Tim. I don’t mind a change of plans, darling,” you assured him, and you could see his shoulders relax even from your building. “I'll take advantage and visit your father's office; I'll ask him to accompany me on an impromptu date.”

“Okay, okay. Yes, that sounds good.” Tim was smiling as big as he could, while around him, his classmates were singing victory for the afternoon they had organized. “I'll let you know where we are and call you when it's time to come home. I love you.”

Before you could tell him that he didn't need to tell you exactly where to be and at what time, Tim hung up the call, too excited about the whole thing. To which you inevitably laughed, happy that Tim had an activity, say a boy his age, and that he was so excited about it. You had met Dylan a couple of times; he was a good kid, so you were sure everything would be fine.

Jason watched Tim walk with his friends all night.

After observing him for weeks, he realized that the chic lived based on a fairly consistent routine. One that repeated itself almost around the clock for some reason, but Jason suspected that it had to do with the post-traumatic stress the boy must have had after the Joker's attack on his biological parents the year before. The boy's mother was six meters underground, and his father was on medical care for life because of all this. Jason almost felt bad for him. Almost.

This also meant that you and Bruce were very aware of the boy's routine, so if Tim were to disappear for even a couple of hours, it would ruin your plan. So he chanced it, waiting for the ideal moment to feed his need for revenge.

So when the sixteen-year-old decided to leave school one afternoon in the company of a group of other kids his age, he was clearly not on his way to your office like he usually did.

Jason took the phone out of his pocket and gave the order to start.

The group of friends went into a hidden, but sufficiently crowded, pizzeria a few blocks from the house of the boy Dylan, to whom Tim seemed closest in the group.

Jason had quickly discovered that Tim was a smart kid. He was too smart for Jay to trick him or accidentally cause him to fall into a trap of some kind.

But he had also discovered that Tim was, like Bruce, an idiot for justice.

He had watched him risk his life more than necessary for civilians while he ran around as Robin, when Jason from afar could have found about five ways to save the civilians without getting in the way. Tim jumped in to save them with his own hands every time there was a lethal risk. It could be that the weight of not having helped his parents was still eating him alive too.

But one way or another, Jason would use that to his advantage.

Jason walked into the pizzeria, followed by five other men he knew Tim would recognize. It was because he had gotten them out of jail, especially because Robin had dragged them and put them there, with the aim of getting them to help him. The proposed men didn't know he was there for that reason; they were just doing their job for the money, unaware of the mental games Jason was playing with the teenager.

And Tim Drake understood what was going to happen the moment he saw Jason. She looked him in the eyes and smiled as she casually glanced at the table of the group of friends, who were still wearing their school uniforms.

“Timothy, little one,” Jason greeted casually, putting his hands in his pockets and watching as Tim's eyes went to the way that movement revealed the reflection of a gun on his hip. “I've been looking for you!!”

Jason knew exactly how Tim would react and looked at the situation. They had both been trained by the same man at the end of the day. They were a reflection of each other, and that is why it was a dangerous game. “Are you hungry, Timothy? Because I am starving.”

Jason wasn't talking about the pizzas, and Tim knew it quickly. But he couldn't do anything, not with Jason so armed and clearly accompanied. Both were surrounded by so many civilians, and Tim's friends. His new friends, who had been patient with him and had accepted him into his group, which he had been joining since they were children. But they still tried to integrate him and invited him to things, again and again, until that day he accepted for the first time in months.

The table had fallen silent at the extra situation, but Tim seemed to know the stranger who had sat down, so they didn't say anything. But Dylan, as kind and caring as he was, saw the way the color had drained from Tim's face. So he spoke.

“Don't worry, Dylan,” Jason told him, which took Dylan by surprise since he had never told the stager his name, and he got genuinely worried now. “He just needs something to drink; he's just dehydrated. Timmy works a lot and doesn’t take care of himself.”

While talking to Dylan, Tim watched as Jason grabbed his glass of soda that he had been drinking while they waited for the pizzas. Without anyone else noticing, Tim watched as Jason dropped a pill into the drink, which was probably intended to knock him out, or at least drug him enough to make it manageable for Jason.

All without anyone else noticing, just so he could see it and know what was going on. He was faced with the reality that he couldn't do anything, and he couldn't fight, not at such a potential price. He was trapped. 

It made Tim feel alarmingly alone, despite being surrounded by people.

“Here, drink something.” Jason handed him the glass, where the gas from the soda easily hid the bubbles that the pill made as it dissolved. “It will do you good.”

The two stood face-to-face for a moment as the older brother offered the glass, and Jason didn't need to make the threat for Tim to understand. 

Or Tim drank the soda and voluntarily sedated himself. Or he would get him out of there in a much more aggressive way. And some bullets could be lost in that situation, so Jason could make sure that his friends were the ones who received them.

Tim could see the decapitated bodies of Black Mask's lieutenants, found shortly after Red Hood appeared in Gotham, before Bruce discovered his identity.

So he grabbed the glass and brought it to his mouth. Tim gave Jason a last pleading look, to which the boy just smiled sweetly. And your youngest son just wanted to scream for you, but you didn't know Jason was alive, and you suspected that's exactly what Jason wanted.

He wouldn't put you in danger.

Bruce would handle everything; Tim trusted that.

Tim downed the glass of soda in four gulps and didn't remember anything else after that.

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[thera-daydreams]

GUYS, I'M GOING FREAKING INSANE.

DO YOU SEE THE VISION TOO?!

That idea I had from this post 10 days ago...

I reeeeally wanna write it but I'm supposed to be reviewing! 😭

SCARLET & SHADOW

THE TITLE IN MY HEAD. AND THESE PICTURES TOGETHER.

They're just—ugh, so damn perfect!

And what if the synopsis was:

"No more magic." You swore to yourself after the madness that you'd spiraled into; the chaos you'd wrecked upon the Multiverse under the influence of the Darkhold. Now, you had destroyed the Darkhold in every universe. The last universe that had a Darkhold? Done and safe. Book of the Damned, gone. It was a land with no heroes, gods, or sorcerers... just... normal people and... Grisha? Either way, goodbye Chaos Magic, telekinesis, telepathy, and all that corruption. This would be your atonement. Your repentance for your mortal sins. But when you save and bring three orphaned Grisha children to the Little Palace, working as an otkazat'sya gardener to keep an eye on them, it turns out that a certain shadow summoner begins to have his eye on you, instead.

I CANNOT WITH THIS DARKLING X SCARLETWITCH!READER BRAINROT. 💔

I don't know, guys, should I venture into this idea in the future? I haven't even finished my JJK fic yet! I need braincells and help and support! 😵‍💫

(And y'know, gardener!reader would be so cute! Reminds me of Lizzie's old IG videos. 🥺)

EDIT: OK FINE I DID WRITE IT.

[fandomnerd9602]

Hunting

Werewolf!Wanda x Reader

2,000th Follower Special

It was a special type of season for werewolves. Mating season. But of course for werewolves there was a type of courtship ritual that had to be done.

Despite being Wanda's mate, you were not aware of this at all. You were walking down the halls of the Avengers compound when you felt a certain set of eyes on you. Thinking fast, you turned around and saw Wanda staring at you intently from the other end of the hall. Her gaze, it seemed unearthly, etheral, and driven madly by a mixture of love and lust.

"Come on" Pietro grabs you suddenly and hauls you into his room.

"Piet what's going on?" you found yourself questioning. His own tail was swishing mischievously.

"Wanda never told about this season?"

"Season?"

"Mating season." he snickers, "and my sestra has it terrible for you"

You found yourself blushing red as a beet. "How exactly is this supposed to work?"

"She is hunting for you right now. I just saved you" Pietro grabs his own cologne from his nightstand.

"H-hunting? What happens if she catches me?"

"Unclear." He shrugs his shoulders. "But if my sestra wants you this bad...you're gonna have to make her work for it."

He splashes his cologne all over you. "What the-?!"

"I'm masking your scent. Now all you need to do is-"

There's a scratching at his door, "Bratok! Release my detka to me NOW!!" Wanda's voice ends with a growl.

"Run!" he snickers, opening his window to you. "Go! Go! Go!!"

You jump out the window and break into a mad dash. A text rings on your phone from Pietro. Hide from her until sundown. Good luck.

Wanda breaks into Pietro's room. Her eyes were locked with lustful intent, a quick scan of the room revealed that you were not there.

"Where is my detka?!" she growls at her werewolf brother.

"You know how the rituals work" Pietro giggles, "I was giving your detka a chance."

"But I want my detka" little wolf whines escape her lips.

"Its just a game of hide and seek" Pietro says, "if you win, your detka is your slave. If your detka wins, well you know."

"I will find my detka first!" Wanda sniffs the air and locates your old scent, the window. Wanda pushes open the window and jumps out.

Wanda searched the grounds, every nook and cranny. She searched your cabin, the scents there were so confusing to her nostrils. She searched the kitchen. The living room. Stark's work station.

"Your little chew toy isn't here, Fifi" Tony laughs as Wanda simply growls. She continues her search.

Wanda searched the training room. Natasha could only roll her eyes at Wanda's desperate search.

It is dusk now. Wanda was tired and worn out. She collapses by the Compound's fountain. She looks around one last time, her tail slumping in defeat.

"I just want my detka" she bemoans, little tears streaming down her face. She didn't want you to be her slave, she just wanted you to be hers and only hers.

In her own grief, what Wanda failed to notice was you sneaking up behind her. You jump and wrap your arms around her, hugging her tightly.

"Gotcha!" you shout. Wanda jumps a little before relaxing into your arms.

"Detka!" she begins to laugh.

"Looks like I caught you first" you nuzzle her.

"You did." Wanda snuggles into your embrace, "so what are you gonna do with me?"

"I'm gonna treat you to a nice dinner and we'll go from there" you give her a gentle shake.

"Can we have cuddles too?"

"Always" you pick her up bridal style and carry her back to the compound. Pietro gives you an approving thumbs up.

Tags @aloneodi @supercorpdanbeau @lifespectator @scarletwitch-n7 @russianredassassin @xxxtwilightaxelxxx

[letmehavemyfictionalmen]

Love, Lunacy, Time

summary: In a startling twist of fate, you find yourself awakening not in your bedroom at the Avengers compound, but alongside the Moon Knight boys in the 1950s in a sitcom-like setting of the town of Westview. The shock intensifies as you realize that, somehow, you and the Moon Knight boys are married to each other, despite never having crossed paths before.

pairing: Moonknight x afab!ScarletWitch!reader

warning: 18+ content, Eventual smut, Unprotected sex, Violence, Blood, Age-Gap, Kidnapping, Domestic Bliss, Fluff, a sprinkle of Angst, Strangers to Married, Flirting, Scarlet Witch!reader, Chaos Magic, Not an accurate representation of D.I.D.

Chapters

001. — Lost in Time's Embrace — [You find yourself preparing for a peaceful night's sleep in the familiar confines of the Avengers compound. However, your world is turned upside down when they wake up in the 1950s, alongside a man who oozes Chaos.]

002. — Unfamiliar Familiar Faces — [As the front door swings open, you are greeted by faces that stir a sense of recognition deep within you. Yet, something about their demeanor feels off, their behavior slightly peculiar. It's as if they are familiar, but not quite themselves.]

☼ Please note that I do not wish to have my work translated or published on any third-party reading websites. I claim the rights to my work.

☼ Where I don’t have any rights to the characters, many ideas and OC are my own creation. Please respect that.

[lottiembae]

SUPERHEROES (3)

shauna shipman x fem!reader

Summary: shauna needed to stay to finish an important project while there is a big halloween party where her friends, and girlfriend, are going.

Warnings: harassment, angst, fluff. scarletwitch!shauna.

Note: English is not my first language.

"Alright, I finished! How do I look?" Y/N opened the door to Shauna's bedroom, seeing her sitting in her desk chair and turning around to see her.

Shauna holds her breath, speechless. Y/N looks beautiful in that ridiculous costume she is wearing for that stupid halloween party. She licked her chapped lips, standing up and walking slowly towards Y/N, admiring her in a dreamy way.

Y/N frown a little when saw her serious expression, but relaxed when saw a small smile gracing her features the moment she approached her. "You look stunning." Shauna says in a low voice, both hands finding her way to Y/N's hips, caressing the exposed skin with her cold hands, feeling the goosebumps she makes her feel.

"You scared me with your expressionless face." Y/N whines, giving a soft slap on her shoulder, but wrapping her arms around her neck.

"Sorry," Shauna murmurs on her mouth with a smirk, depositing her lips on the corner of her mouth. "I want to go with you..." It's her turn to whine, bringing her closer and hiding her head on her neck.

Y/N laugh. "No, you don't." She said knowingly. "You only want to come to keep an eye on me."

Shauna raised her head to look at her, seeing her with a raised brow and a knowing smirk. "You are right, but can you blame me...?" She stepped back and grabbed her hands, her eyes falling to her body.

"Well, bad luck for them. I chose you." Y/N comments, shrugging her shoulders when the brown eyes meet her face.

"Damn, that's true." Shauna muttered, smirking and hugging her once again, closing the gap and smashing her lips on hers. She could feel how Y/N smiled during the kiss and she take advantage of it and slipped her tongue in, humming contents when their tongues meet.

"Y/N we need to go! Lottie is waiting for us outside!" Jackie said, her steps stopping on the door and a disgusting face took her features when saw the scene. "Argh! Finish it quickly please." The blonde whined, resuming her walk to the small living room.

Shauna broke the kiss with a petulant smile on her face, her hands finding her way to Y/N's ass and squeeze it, hard.

"Shauna!" Y/N hissed, pushing her chest back. The brunette laughed quietly, moving her hands to where it was before.

"I can't resist myself." Shauna said, giving her a chaste kiss and gazing at her with loving eyes. "You are beautiful my love." She complimented her sincerely, taking her hands to her mouth and kissing her knuckles.

Y/N gifted her an appreciative smile, her cheeks red. "Thanks, Shaunie." She leaned and peck on her lips, hearing the small groan her girlfriend let out when she called her. "Don't stay too late studying, okay?" She caresses her cheek with her thumb, admiring how pretty she looks with her hair in a messy bun, strands of hair framing her face.

"And you be careful, okay? If anything happens, call me." Shauna warns in a soft tone, hugging her and kissing her lips repeatedly.

"CAN WE PLEASE GO?" Jackie shouted, a hint of frustration on her voice.

Y/N separate from the kiss giggling, removing her hands to the flannel's collar. "I think that's my cue." She whispered, kissing one last time on her lips, walking out with Shauna behind.

Shauna rolls her eyes once she sees Jackie's costume, but she remains quiet. "Have fun and be careful." She wished at them, seeing them grab their coats and purses and going to the front door.

"Yes, mom. I made coffee." Jackie told her, kissing her cheek, stepping out of the apartment, the heels echoing in the hall.

Y/N grabs her chin and smiled. "Have fun too." She chuckled quietly when Shauna gave her a pointed look. "Love you." She whispers in her mouth, not resisting herself and closes the distance.

"Love you." She said back once they separated, seeing after how Y/N follow Jackie's way while she leaned on the frame door until her best friend and girlfriend disappeared into the lift.

Shauna goes inside of the apartment and closes the door, sighing.

•••

"Where is your bodyguard!?" Van asks once the three friends approached her vision.

Y/N rolls her eyes, a red cup in a hand and surrounded by a lot of people around them. "I can ask you the same!" She teases her friend back, leaning towards the redhead to hear her better.

Van flashed her a smirk, laughing and hugging Y/N. "You look stunning, my friend! But my costume is the best, baby!" She said proudly.

"Yeah, a slasher from that movie. That nobody wears." Y/N smugly said, laughing quietly when Van looks at her with an offended look. "But you wear it better than them." She tried to make her feel better, seeing how slowly a smile creeped on her face, making Y/N sigh relieve.

"Nat is wearing a dead student costume." Van comments, indicating their friend with her head. Y/N turns to look at the dyed blonde talking with Kevyn Tan, and wearing a yellow and blue jacket with fake blood on it, on the back you could read yellowjackets.

"Well, knowing her is a great effort from her." Y/N murmurs, waving with a hand towards Natalie when their gazes collided, smiling when she points with a finger at her mouthing, you look hot.

"Yeah... I'm going to refill it to stay here longer." Van said, giving her a sarcastic smile and went to the table full of drinks, letting an amused Y/N behind.

She started to dance to the beat of the song, closing her eyes. She can hear Jackie talking animatedly with someone, but she focused on the song and loosened it, dancing without worry. Until she felt someone behind her, making Y/N open her eyes and look to the person in question.

"Hey, I'm Jay." The muscular guy introduced himself with a flirty smirk.

Y/N swallowed, giving her a forced smile. "I'm Y/N."

Jay leaned a little on her, not too much but enough to let himself be heard by her. "Sorry if I bother you... But I can resist myself to introduce myself. You look beautiful, I think it is the best costume here." He complimented, laughing quietly while he leaned back again, sipping from his cup.

"Thanks. I love the Spice Girls." Y/N relaxed a little, thanking him. "You look great too, very popular on the other side."

"I know that there are a lot of them wearing it, but in my defence I don't care, actually. I just needed a costume." He said, shrugging and making Y/N laugh by his honesty. "Are you alone?" He asks, copying Y/N and starting dance, but with slow movements.

"No! I came with some friends." She replied, asking him the same. "Well, they are having fun." She comments when he points out where his friends are.

Jay chuckles. "They are. Sorry that I asked it... Are you a yellowjacket? Don't mind me, your face sounds to me, that's all."

"Yes, I was..." Y/N chuckles, sipping from her cup. "Good memories."

"And a good team. You all beat almost every match." He compliments her with a cheeky smile. "I don't understand the sport, but hey, I support every win."

Y/N laugh. "You aren't the first to say that."

"Everyone was crazy about you all, including myself." He leaned and whispered, putting an index finger on his lips, signaling that it is a secret.

The yellowjacket shakes her head with a smile. "I was too." She said too like a secret, making him laugh.

They talked more, finding out he was in the basketball team. It's nice to find other people from the same high school and criticise the teachers and some other stupid things. Then, Jackie came with a worried look on her eyes and leaning on her ear, she warned her about him.

"Why?" She looks at her, frowning.

Jackie sigh. "I don't trust him." She hides her face from him. "Something about him makes me feel nervous. Be careful." She warns her, walking back to where she was, thankfully near her.

Jay laughed confused. "Everything okay?" He asks kindly, seeing Y/N's expression.

"Yeah, she commented on something about a friend." She lied, giving him a lipped smile.

"Alright. I finished my drink, do you want to refill? I can go." He offered. Y/N look her cup and saw it is almost empty, so she nods. "I'll come back." He smiled at her and went to refill their cups.

Y/N get rid off what Jackie told her, the guy seems kind, at least what they talked. So she started to dance, singing the song quietly.

"Here you go!" He came back, moving in the air the cup in front of her when she opened her eyes.

"Thanks." She said, grabbing it and giving it a long sip, thirsty.

Minutes passed and they kept talking animatedly, but Y/N started to feel a little dizzy, taking a hand to her head and blinking repeatedly.

"Are you okay?" He asks, worried.

Y/N nods slow. "I think so..." Then, her legs give up and Jay wraps an arm around her hips, holding her. "Thanks, I don't know what happened."

Jay chuckles. "Don't worry. I can take you to a quiet place if you want or call some of your friends." He offers.

She thinks about it. She doesn't want to worry them, maybe it's momentarily and soon it will pass. "A quiet place, please." She murmurs, her tongue feeling heavy, just like her eyelids.

Y/N couldn't to think anymore at this time, she feels very tired and all her body heavy.

"I can take care of you..." It's the last thing she heard before her mind went blank.

•••

Her eyes move for the lines rapidly, her mouth moving repeating the words. She groans when she mistakes it with the same sentence, throwing the pencil on the book and leaning her back backwards.

She grabbed her coffee cup, now it's cold, and gives a sip. She heard a distant sound, making her frown and holding her breath to hear better, until she noticed it was the phone.

"Hello?" Shauna answered, looking at the clock on the wall.

"Shauna, you need to come here." Jackie said in a rush, the loud music was blasting. "It's Y/N." She said in a weak tone.

Shauna freezes, her heart stopping. "What happened to her?" She demands, her gaze turning dark.

"She was talking with a guy, I was close I promise! But then, Lottie called me to help her and when I came back she wasn't where she was. We searched for her but we didn't find her." She explains out of breath.

"Keep searching for her, I don't take too long to get there." Shauna said in a dark tone, hanging the phone and running to her bedroom, putting on her shoes and grabbing her keys.

She felt furious, driving to the house fastly. Her mind goes to a mile per hour, her breath shaking. Some tears escaped from her eyes, she repeated herself that maybe Y/N find with an old friend and they couldn't find her for that. Shauna closed the door with a loud slam, the music getting louder with every step she takes, seeing a small group on the entry.

"Where is she?" She demands them.

They all turned to look at the friend with worried and shaking expressions. "We split to search for her and meet here. We are waiting for Jackie." Lottie informed her carefully, hugging herself. Shauna could see tears on her cheeks.

Shauna didn't say anything, she just stepped in and soon was surrounded by a lot of bodies around her. She decides to go upstairs since the staircase is near the entry, sorting bodies in her way.

"Y/N!" She calls when she is there, ignoring the few people that look at her. "Y/N CAN YOU HEAR ME?"

"Shauna here!" It's not Y/N who answered, it's Jackie.

The brunette couldn't see her so she just walked the way that the voice came. She walked through a long hall and found that her blonde friend was in front of a lock door, banging on it and with a hand on the knob.

"Is she there?" Shauna asks, hope on her eyes.

Jackie looks at her. "I think she is here. It doesn't make sense it's the only door locked." She muttered, banging on the door once again.

"Move." Shauna ordered, pushing her softly aside.

"What would you do?" Jackie asks from behind, her question answers the moment Shauna strongly kicks the door with her foot, the door opens with a loud sound.

Then, they step in the room illuminated by a dim light. Shauna stopped on her tracks when saw a guy jumping out of the bed, naked.

"It's locked for something! Do you know what intimacy means?" He asks in a rhetorical way, pointing with his hand at them indicating to go out.

Shauna's jaw clenched when saw the person laying on the bed, half naked and clearly unconscious. She could hear how Jackie gasped when stepped next to her.

"OUT!" He yells. However he went back when saw Shauna's eyes.

The brunette walks in a slow motion, letting him trapped between the window and the broken door. Shauna wasn't thinking anymore and pushed him hard, he flew out the window screaming.

"SHAUNA!" Jackie calls surprise.

But Shauna went towards the bed, with shaking hands covering Y/N's body. "I need you here, Jackie." She calls for her friend without looking.

The blonde takes a while to go there, her movements coming to a halt when saw Shauna's face. "Shauna."

"No now Jackie." Shauna said in a harsh tone.

"Your eyes." The hazel eyed girl said in a low voice, clearing her throat and helping her to put on the underwear to Y/N.

Shauna blinked a few times, trying to calm herself. "I'm going to wake her up." She informs Jackie, this time looking at her frightened friend.

The blonde nods confused, but didn't say anything. She saw how Shauna looks Y/N and raising her right hand in front of her face, a misty red light come out from her fingers. Jackie opened her mouth, speechless.

Soon, Y/N opened her eyes slowly and looking around her confused. "Where am I?"

Shauna put down her hand, a weak smile on her face. "With me and Jackie."

Y/N looks at her girlfriend still with the same confusion. "What are you doing here?" She asks in a hoarse voice.

But before Shauna could reply, footsteps were heard. "WHAT THE FUCK!" Natalie said once she is in. She looks pallid, more if that is possible. Behind them started to approach their other friends.

"What happened?" Y/N asks really confuse. She took a hand to her head, her vision getting better than last time she remembers.

Shauna looks at her friend, Jackie who was looking at the wall in front of her with a hurt expression and then, Shauna looks at Y/N. "What is the last thing you remember?" She asks softly, her hand grabbing the one laying by her side.

Y/N makes a thinking face. "I was with Jay, he brought me a drink and started to talk again, then I started to feel awful." She said, her eyes on the ceiling and trying to remember more.

"I take you with me." Shauna states in a sweet smile, offering her hands at her while she stands up. She can feel their gaze on her, but Shauna prefers tell Y/N what happened alone. "We can watch your favourite film and I'll do chocolate, how does that sound?"

"It's a tentative offer...," her eyes fell on her friends, a guilty expression on her face. "Is it okay if I go with Shauna? I don't feel very good. We can meet up tomorrow! Lottie's house and I will cook, how does that sound?" She knew that her friends couldn't be mad at her, and less with her culinary qualities.

They all look between them and force smiles, they tell her that it is okay. "I could stay with Lottie tonight." Jackie says, removing strands of hair from Y/N's face.

Y/N isn't a fool, not when Jackie didn't know how to lie and her friends is acting weirdly. "Alright, you all are acting weird. Spill it out." She leaned forward on the bed and crossed her arms about her chest, her eyes fixed on Jackie.

However the blonde avoided her gaze, looking everywhere and opened when saw the red colour on Y/N's thigh and part of the white costume. Y/N noticed the way of her eyes opening when they fall on the bed, so she follows her gaze and imitate her.

Why did she have blood on her leg? And clothes?

"Let's go." Shauna rushed her, not waiting and uncrossing Y/N's arms she grabbed her hand and help her to stand up.

"Wait, Shau-." Y/N couldn't finish because Shauna drag her out, the grip on her hand tightening.

They stepped downstairs, the music was turned off and the people were crowding on the entry, chatting quietly between them. Shauna pushed them with apologies. With teary eyes, holding the anger plus the image she just watched a few moments, Shauna wanted to scream.

Y/N gasped when saw the body in the middle of the road. Some people were around them, a piece of clothes covering part of their body. Y/N held her breath when she recognised the face, pushing Shauna's hand repeatedly towards hers.

"I know him." She whispers when Shauna is obliged to stop.

Shauna's jaw tightened more, her doe eyes avoiding to look too much at him. "He doesn't matter." She spat, codly.

"Shauna!" Y/N scold her. "You don't know him. He took care of me."

Shauna bit her lip hard, an ironic smile approaching on her face. "That piece of shit almost rape you." She lowly hissed, her hardened eyes softening the moment she saw Y/N's face.

"YOU! YOU WAS WITH HIM. WHAT HAPPENED!?" A guy came towards them, his slender finder pointing Y/N with an accusatory tone.

Shauna put herself in front of Y/N. "She didn't do anything. I did." She said calmly, challenging him with her eyes. A chorus of gaps were heard. The brunette could hear Y/N calling her in a whisper.

"AND YOU ARE SO FUCKING CALM!" He shouted, approaching her threatening.

"I defend my girlfriend for being rape by him. It could be worse." Shauna said, her emotions are coming out and without restrict anymore, she let them freely. "I would kill him if that happened." She walked towards him and whispered only to him to listen.

He pallid, seeing the brown of her eyes vanishing and changing to a red colour. He backed up, a scary expression replaced his sceptical one. But Shauna steps towards him, grabbing his collar with a hand and approaching his face in front of her.

"The police are coming. I suggest you cover the story, because if I talk I would say the truth. But you don't want that, right?" She asks ironically, her red eyes fixing on his face. "You all don't want them to know the game you have... Because it's not the first time, isn't it?" Shauna paused, and didn't speak again until he nodded with his head weakly. "Then, explain to them why he is naked." She just said, pushing him to the floor with force.

She walks back towards Y/N and gently, she holds her hand again. Y/N noticed the difference immediately on her girlfriend, even if Shauna is giving her the same love, affection and tenderness on her brown orbs, it's not only the change of colour. It's all her demeanor.

"What did y-you do?" Y/N asks in a thread of voice, some tears falling from her eyes.

It's like a stab to Shauna heard Y/N's words. She licked her lips, bringing both hands to her cheeks and wiping the tears. "Anything that makes you in danger. I'll do it again, baby. You..." Shauna let out a sigh, feeling the air stuck on her lungs. "I need to do it." She finishes to say in a low voice, letting go of her face and looking down.

"Take me home." Y/N said in shock, grabbing her hand now and leading her away from the commotion.

•••

Shauna opened the front door and let Y/N to enter first, going behind her and closing the door. She noticed she let the lights on, everything like it was before.

"Do you want something?" Shauna asks to watch her quit off the heels on the couch.

Y/N shakes her head, heavy eyes and her heart pounding. She stands up again to pull off the dress, trying to unzip but failing because she can't reach it. She huffed.

"Let me help you." Shauna said quietly, stepping towards her and replacing her hand with hers, pulling it off. "Now, you can pull it off." She said moving aside, sitting on the armrest.

"I'm going to take a quick shower, if that's okay." Y/N says, letting the dress on the floor and walking with quick steps towards the bathroom.

Shauna gazes at her until she disappears in the bathroom. She sighs and looks at the dress laying on the floor, seeing the red mark in a side of it. She leans down and grabs it, a firm grip on it while she goes to the kitchen, not knowing very well what to do. Well, she knows, but she didn't know what Y/N wants to do, so Shauna let it in the washing machine.

Walking towards her bedroom while pulling off the jacket and shoes, letting her on her flannel and sweatpants, she sits down on the chair, a blank expression looking at the notebook in front of her.

A tap on her shoulder woke her up, blinking and looking at the side. Y/N points at her, not talking. Shauna frowns until she points her again and follows the finger. She pulls off the flannel and tends it at Y/N, her heart hammering on her chest like every time she asked at her to wear the piece of clothes.

"Can you come, please?" Y/N said once she is the bed, her voice muffle by bed sheets.

Shauna stood up and crawled the bed, laying when she reached her side. She wraps her arms around her body the moment Y/N lays her head on her chest.

"How are you?" Shauna says in a soft tone, removing the hair on Y/N's face.

A few moments of silence passed before Y/N talk. "Jackie warned me about him... But I didn't listen. I thought she exaggerated, he seems like a good guy..." She trailed off, snuggling her face into Shauna's neck.

She can feel the wetness on her cheeks. "Don't blame yourself. In a million years you couldn't imagine what he truly intentions are."

"T-Thank you Shauna..." Y/N said between sobs, hugging her closer. Shauna's heart shattered seeing her like this. "If you don't come sooner..."

"Hey! I did. You are safe now." Shauna whispered, kissing her head lovingly. "I can help calm your mind..." Shauna says a little shy, bringing her power for the first time.

Y/N raised her head slowly, puffy and bloodshot eyes looking at her confused. "H-How?"

Shauna swallowed and put a hand in the air, a red light running between her fingers. "I wouldn't hurt you, it only makes you relax and forget, momentarily. Only if you want." She explains.

"I have a lot of questions." Y/N said, her eyes fixing on the hand in the air until Shauna put it down. "But you are so weird that it didn't surprise me you have powers." She murmurs, a small smile playing on her lips when saw the look on Shauna's.

The brunette gave her a fake stern look, inside she is a little content to see a smile right now, even if she is the teased one.

"I could answer them when you want." Shauna said sincerely, removing a strand of hair from Y/N's forehead.

Y/N hummed. "Okay. Help me, please."

"I love you." Shauna said before Y/N close her eyes, a tiny smile on her chapped lips.

"Love you more, Shaunie." She pecked her lips and nod with her head, soon her breath became slow with her features relaxed.

[sergeantbuckybarnes]

Summary: You’re stubborn, so when your best friend tries to convince you that Bucky Barnes isn’t the right guy for you, you try to prove him wrong. In the process, you end up in a place you thought only existed in books, where you meet the one.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x ScarletWitch!Reader

Word count: 10.7k

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PART 1.

PART 2.

PART 3.

PART 4. coming soon!

[millyhelp]

HEAR ME OUT!!!

Jason Todd x ScarletWitch!Reader

Thank you. *🏃🏻‍♀️runs away*

[1donoow]

MCU REC

PT.5

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♡ - smut

Most of them are fluff

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<a/n>i somewhat explain why there's alot in my pin post

stephen strange

Loki laufeyson

wade wilson

peter parker

moon knight

stephen strange

@that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main - found family

- a sick day

@frostandflamesfanfic - july 19th

- stephen's ruff day

@queenofspades6 - new haircut

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loki laufeyson

@ashdreams2023 - Finding a baby in the palace with Loki

- touch starved loki

- Loki variants x fem cute soft reader

- big round eyes

- Loki with a y/n who has wings

- loki falling for the mom of the group

- Loki x deaf reader

@kota-bee - early mornings

- migraines

@asgardwinter - not the alcohol

@spilledkauffie - newsflash ch.1

@rachaelswrites - meeting jane (daughter!reader)

@lokislittleprincess - Jotunheim(daughter! daughter)

@sapphireplums - being the daughter of loki

@dyns33 - the kid

- nexus

@jhennykviana - You, seven Lokis and a Thor.

- what did you do?

@frost-queen - glorious purpose

@goddessofmischief - shoelaces

@kortsitron - being thor,loki and hela's sibling

@specialagentlokitty - out duty (sister!reader)

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wade wilson

@your-next-daydream - wade w/ a equally chaotic reader hc

@paranormal-pajama-phantom - ___

- reaction to seeing wade's face

@lunagojo - romantic headcannon

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Peter parker

@deathlycupidd - princess parker

@fbfh - hc (stark!reader)

@sourcherryandsprinkles - ___

@beautifulbuckys - perfume allergy

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Moon knight

@iamcalmdammit - of dreams and nightmares

- like father, like daughter

@ashdreams2023 - steven grant with (winged!reader)

@imaginingmarvelandeverything - ___ (scarletwitch!reader)

@realworldsucksendhelp - i will always love you

@ijustwant2write - the necklace

@yoursecondfirstlove - little muffin pt.1

@steven-grants-anxiety - goodbye kisses

@owlls-n-phrxgs - anpu

@80pairsofcrocs - baby scarab 1

@theseawakes - ___(teen!reader)

@a-edgar-allan-hoe - gods and monsters (goddess!reader)

@mement0m0rri - i want you to feel safe

@girlwithwolftatoo - moon boys with a harley quinn type s/o

- the moon boys getting a silent treatment

@captain039 - the gods with us

@fxckingghxst - Steven Grant has a crush on you

@just-a-bit-of-a-nerd - them reacting to reader being a US agent

@dearlawdimasimp - mission failed successfully

@hellurbba - coffee and kisses

@ofstarsandvibranium - spector-grant family

@lockleysfav - safer in my arms

@dragon-kazansky - plenty of cuddles for everyone

- you looking out for steven

- forehead kisses

@cosplayproblemsposts - behind the charm

@mkfluffluv - comfort

- Moon Knight Boys Helping With Writer’s Block

- keep the secret?

- tastes like apple juice and peach

- he doesn't mind

@odyssey0fthesolum - How the moon boys and Khonshu would react to you hosting Venom

@bibli0thecary - perfect

@slightlypossessed - sleepy thief

@wysteria-clad - cucumber face mask and fist of vengeance

- calling the moon boys by their names prank

- not saying i love you back

- the unicorn sticker

- moon boys' reaction to seeing you casually naked for the first time

- our little thing

- when they decided you are 'The One'

- to build a home

[checkingoutforheroes]

Names.

Y/n: Honey, the broken condom came over to visit while you're at work today.

Wanda: Babe. We've talked about this. Call our kids by their names! *continues angry in Sokovian.

[thedelusionreaderbitch]

Wanda Maximoff x fem! Reader - Saving you from control

A/n: We're all slaves for Wanda lets be honest

*Vision does not exist within this universe! I don't know how age of ultron works than but we won't get into that!*

Summary: You're just living your life when the first splash of color comes into it, specifically a flash of red

Warnings: spicy (heavily making out), illusions to smut, manipulation, toxic, technically cheating, death, I think that's it? You have been warned!

The three P's:

[Pov: second person] [Pairings: romantic/main! Wanda Maximoff x reader kinda romantic! nameless male character x reader parental! billy and tommy x reader] [Pronouns used: you/your but the reader is meant to be a girl]

Your life seems to be dominated with blacks and whites, there's no color to reveal just a black and white wall of memories. Even you have to admit life is boring, you get up call whatever family member you're supposed to be calling, go to work in your tiny office job, and come back home to your boyfriend. Your boyfriend, who's also awfully boring, you want to think you love him, but you don't really think making up lies will give life to your boring life.

You won't break up with him though, he's safe, and your family loves him. Plus your family seems to be always on edge around you, you can't seem to figure out why though. It's like that piece of information was stripped from you.

It's also tied into the feeling that you were meant for something more, but alas there would be no world saving in your books.

Your in bed with your boyfriend when you see it for the first time.

It's nothing really, just a flash of red from behind you, but all the same you knew that flash's of red don't just happen out of no where. You shift your body more upwards to see if you could see anything.

Nothing there's nothing, of course it's nothing, it must have just been a trick of the light. Your eyes messing with you, or your brain having too much imagination. So you just go back to bed and take your sleeping boyfriend hand in yours and try to take comfort from it.

It happens twice more before something else happens.

After it happened twice more you were a bit paranoid, and on your way to the eye doctor to see if there was anything wrong with your eyesight.

You go to check your mirror and instead of cars you see a woman with red-orange hair with something that looks like devil horns placed as a crown on her forehead.

She was smiling at you.

Your car weavers to the right, you can hear cars honking in the distance, and CRASH! Echoes, as your ears ring and your car somersaults across the highway.

The next thing you know you're waking up in the hospital with that same woman beside you.

Gasping you grip onto the sheets and try to move, but a red mist keeps you down covering everything but your head.

"What the- Where's the doctor!"

She smiles down at you and laces her hand with your own and you can't help the feeling it gives you. It's different from when your boyfriend takes your hand, when he does you feel a small sort of happiness. When this random woman takes your hand the accelerating feeling you get is overwhelming from just a touch.

"Don't you worry your little head treasure, the doctor was just trying his best but I decided it would be better if I took over."

You looked down at yourself and saw no injuries nor did you feel any. Considering you got into a pretty nasty car accident you should be casted up to the brim, yet you weren't. Someone would call you crazy for thinking this but you're pretty sure the person crouching beside you, saved you.

(Your mind doesn't seem to remember very well how she might have just be the cause of the accident in the first place.)

"What's your name?" You manage to say as you gaze upon her beautiful figure.

Laughing she takes her other hand and places it under your cheek like a lover would. "Missy, I'm surprised you didn't recognize me! That's okay precious, they did insist on wiping your mind. It isn't your fault."

A new part of you is unlocked and her words must have triggered something because a flow of memories come back to you and tears surface to your eyes as you start to remember.

S.W.O.R.D had taken you from Wanda, they had said they were saving you, saving you from giving up complete control. Funny how the irony comes back at them considering they didn't give you a choice in the matter.

You remember your powers, similar to Wanda's but nearly the exact opposite of hers. While she had chaos magic, you had order magic, meaning you could place order back into things and see the future.

That's another thing S.W.O.R.D had taken from you.

Then you remember further, with all the little things with Wanda, to all the big things with her. That you had children with her (through both of your magic of course) and how they took you away from them. The things that balanced you and Wanda so well, chaos and order. Now that you had them back though...

"Wanda." You croak tears adorning your face and the red mist dissipates as a dark calming cyan covers the floor.

Standing up she pulls you into her as you sob into her chest.

"Oh, my princess how I've missed you."

"I- I didn't know that they were going to wipe my memories of you. And- and our children. When I started to realize they weren't doing what they told me they were doing I started to panic and I was so scared." You cry.

"Shh," You rubs your back as you shake in her arms. "Everything is alright now treasure, we're together again and no one is taking you away from me ever again."

You don't have the time to analyze her words further with your powers before her lips connect with yours and your mind explodes.

Wanda kisses you hungrily, like you're her last meal and you eagerly reciprocate the sentiment. As she bites on your bottom lip, it surprises you slightly as you feel like you haven't kissed her in centuries so you've forgotten how chaotic she can be. Nothing like your past boyfriend, who when he kissed you was bland and colorless.

Your mouth opens and you let her take dominance, she nearly always did in the past, it's just the way Wanda is.

Pinning you against the bed with her own body her lips start traveling down further and you feel her hand go underneath as they two go further down.

"Did he kiss you like this?" She mutters against your throat.

You blink and her civilian clothes from before are gone and come has the scarlet witch. The deviled horned crown embellished on her head.

You've transformed too though, a suit covers your body much like Wanda's but it has more blue and green under tones. There's a white diamond arched upon your chest and it has a purple point in the center with eight lines different shades of blue, and green.

You don't answer her you just let your head fall back as a halo falls around your head.

________________

Stephen Strange doesn't expect to see you when Wanda finally has America at Wundagore, he thought your memory had been wiped. However you stood in front of him furious, and your mind fully intact.

The cyan magic enveloped America, you shouldn't have been doing this. You were order, you can see the truth if you wanted, if you saw it he's sure you would have been helping him.

So why haven't you?

"You can stop this Y/n!" He calls out to you voice strained. "Look for the truth with you're powers! You'll see that this is all wrong!"

Slowly you're head turns to face him and your eyes glow an unnatural dark teal.

"I already have."

Strange is astonished and terrified. The outcome in his brain that you already had looked into the truth didn't serve him. He didn't think it was possible, Wong even said it was impossible.

Improbable, it was improbable not impossible. Oh god, he's such a fool.

"The only thing that conflicted." You go on as you lift a hand on Miss America's face, stroking it like a mother would a child as Wanda's power envelopes him too.

"Is her."

You tilt your head and a flash of red goes through your eyes and suddenly Chavez is getting prepared for Wanda and the two of you trade off and you block Strange from getting to Wanda and Chavez and from seeing what's going to happen.

"This is you're endgame? You help Wanda and she gets the children? She'll throw you away the moment she gets them!"

Giggling you turn around and behind you is Wanda looking more powerful than ever with America Chavez's dead body behind her.

She pulls you in for a passionate kiss as her left hand flicks to make the portal to the other universe.

"We made our children together." You growl to Stephen right before the portal opens.

He had really underestimated how much the two of you love each other, and would do anything for one another. Everyone did.

Now they would have to pay the price.

Wanda is the one that goes in for the children, you know you'll have to go in later to save her from her own fate but you know that she still has to experience it first. She just needs to think she got over it on her own.

The children throw things at her and she snaps at them and as the next Wanda comes in she something to her and for a second Wanda looks like she's going to stop everything.

Then her eyes flash cyan and she kills the other (weak) Wanda and force the children in her arms into their rightful universe.

With the two of you.

They scream and cry but you crouch down to face them and you gently take both of them into your arms.

"Let's put some order into your minds shall we?" You whisper into their ears.

A dark teal mist covers their eyes and then in another second it's gone and they look up to you and abruptly hug you.

"Ma!" They cry.

You nod Wanda over (as she's now the one who has a hold of the sorcerer.)

Standing up you turn your boys around and when they see Wanda they yell out for their mom and cry into her neck.

Facing Strange you get close and place a hand next to his head.

"You know what I saw was the biggest threat to this universe was?"

You lean in so your lips are right next to the cuff of his ear.

"You."

Instead of saying anything else your hand next to his head begins to move as magic exhumes from it pulling his sorcery into you. Eventually the light fades from his eyes and his body falls to the ground.

Wanda may of been playing the long game with you - manipulating you and making your truth vision weak but so were you. You saw a threat to the universe long ago and back then you didn't want to believe it so you ignored it. Then Wanda came along and showed you something different, Wanda may have been weaken you and manipulated you but you also weakened and manipulated her.

Together though, together to the two of you are strongest thing in the universe.

So you turn back to your happy family, and pull Wanda into a kiss.

Words 1866

-thedelusionreaderbitch

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