marvel

Kate: Don’t tell him, Yelena!

Cop: *writing*

Yelena: Damn it, Kate Bishop!

Prompt: “I wonder what tastes better you or your food?”

Story type: Fluff/Smut

Plot: Natasha is a confident jock, who loves to flirt. Wanda is a shy, easily embarrassed chef who gets flustered when flirted with. Natasha realizes this and flirts with Wanda until the two end up in bed, with Wanda coming apart beneath Natasha’s skilled hands, begging and whimpering, as her arousal increases. i'd like to request this. Please? Do you write omegaverse stories? is that something you are comfortable with? if not that's okay, just wanted to ask

Steve: Yes, they really are.

Tony: You know what else is beautiful?

Steve: *blushing* What?

Yelena: No, of course not.

Natasha: Then why do you draw Y+K in hearts everywhere….?

Peter: Oh my god I think that horse has cancer

Tony: Peter that is a camel.

Peter: What do you mean?

Steve: Don’t you have that little voice in your head that tells you if something is gonna get you in trouble?

Peter: Uh, no?

Yelena: IM GAY!

Natasha: Not what I meant, but I support you!

Yelena: Thank you, it was 50% off.

Kate: I’d like it 100% off.

Yelena: The store cannot just give out free stuff.

Kate: No, that’s not what I-

*Puts on Sunglasses*

Kate: It should be frickin doyng.

Yelena: OOOOHOOOHOOOOO

Kate: Mature. Got it.

*later on the date*

Yelena: So, Kate Bishop, what do you like to do for fun?

Summary: Part two of bully!

Warnings: Smut smut smut

Suggested: yes/no (feel free to send requests!)

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You begin to realize your colossal mistake of confronting the most powerful witch in the world as her grasp on your wrist tightens.

She practically throws you both into the bathroom. The door clicks and your heart drops.

"Wanda I'm sorry. I don't know what got in to me." You whimper.

You cringe at how weak you’re being and wonder what Natasha would say if she heard this.

She lets go of your wrist when your back is against the wall. She almost looks nervous as she stands in silence for a moment.

You make an attempt to bolt but she pushes you back, this time holding your shoulders down.

Your heart beat quickens, and you begin to feel something in your stomach. Butterflies? No, no. You hate her, remember?

You replace your view of her eyes with the bathroom floor, not daring to look back up.

"Relax, Y/L/N. It's not like I would hurt you." Her hands ease a little on your shoulders, but not enough for you to leave.

Your eyes quickly dart back up to hers, the sudden change of emotion startling you.

"Have you forgotten what you’ve been doing this whole year?" You whispered, eyes moving back to the floor.

"Don’t be such a baby, detka." She lets out a chuckle.

"What are we doing in the bathroom, Wanda? Just please let me leave.” You sigh, waiting for her to hurt you.

"You embarrassed me in front of the team, Y/N. I can't just let you get away with that." Her grip tightens once again and you close my eyes in fear.

“You embarrass me everyday, Wanda.” You’re shocked at the fact that you’re actually fighting back, a little proud of yourself too.

You feel her fingers graze your chin, bringing your eyes up to hers.

"Yes, but I’ve never said those two words to you before. Those words are very hurtful, detka.” She says slowly.

You instantly know what she’s talking about.

"Wanda , I-"

"Say it."

“What?” You whisper feebly.

“Say it to me again. Unless you’re too scared..?” She smirks.

“No, I’m not scared of you. You have to stop treating me so badly.” You raise your voice a little, testing her limits.

“You see, I want to listen to these demands, but if you cannot do the simple task of repeating what you said to me a couple minutes ago, then how can I respect you enough to treat you well?” Her Sokovian accent is peeking through every word.

Her hand grazes your thigh, causing your cheeks to fill with red.

"Uh…I said…f-fuck you.” Your voice is timid, terrified of what might happen next.

“Do you want to?” She asks harshly.

“W-what?”

“Do you want to fuck me, Y/N?” Her gaze never leaves yours as she softly strokes your cheek.

"Because if you didn’t mean it like that, then those words were meant as an insult. And insults really hurt my feelings, Y/N.” She moves her body closer to yours with every word.

“Well, I-“

“I think you owe me an apology." Her face is less than inches from yours, your heartbeat increasing by the second.

"You've never apologized for anything you've done to me."

"Well maybe I can make it up to you." She moves her hands down slowly, stopping when they've reached your boobs.

"Wanda, what are you doing?" Your voice is barely above a whisper, your head and heart going wild.

"Tell me to stop." She waits for your response, not wanting to do anything without your word.

"I don't think I want you to." Without another second she crashes her lips on to yours.

Your hands gravitate to her ass and you give it a gentle squeeze. She takes this as a sign to take your shirt off, revealing your bare chest.

"Wow, you didn't wear a bra today? Was that for me, you slut?" She caresses both of your breasts, moving her lips down to your neck, leaving hickies everywhere.

Up until this point, you haven't done much of anything to her, you’re a little scared she's gonna rip your head off or something.

You eventually work up the courage to lightly put your hand on her boob, your stomach filling with butterflies as soon as you do.

"That's all you got, detka?" She breaks her lips from yours and you already miss the contact.

"Can I-um- may I take off your shirt?" She smiles sweetly for the first time ever, instead of her usual bloodcurdling smirk.

"Wow, you're adorable." You take this as a yes and grab the ends of her shirt and pull, revealing her dark red, laced bra.

Your lips lock back on to hers as you feel every inch of her boobs, loving it more than you should.

She quickly pulls down your pants, and you internally kick yourself for wearing Harry Potter pajamas. You feel her hands reach up your legs, pulling your underwear aside. You quietly gasp and she pulls away.

"Do you want this, detka?" You nod and she smiles, quickly continuing.

Her fingers find their way to your clit, and you softly moan as she grazes over it.

She makes small circles as the tension slowly builds up. She begins to go faster, your moans becoming louder.

Her lips move down to your nipples, taking one into her mouth and caressing it with her tongue.

You moan so loud that she firmly presses her hand against your mouth.

“Try to be quiet, detka, don’t let them hear us.”

Right after she says this, she lightly bites your nipple, causing an ever louder moan to tumble out of your mouth.

She instantly raises her head back up and presses her lips against yours in an effort to silence your moans. She uses her fingers to play with your nipples as you moan into her mouth.

“You’re so helpless aren’t you, Y/N? You just can’t seem to stop being so loud. Is that because of me, detka? Do you like it when I touch you?”

You try to reply, but she rolls your clit between her fingers, causing only moans to escape your mouth.

“I know, detka, I know.” She places her lips back onto yours as she shoves her tongue into your mouth.

Once she’s sure you’ll be quiet enough, she slowly kneels down and kisses your thighs. Her head moves further as you feel her fully pull down your underwear.

Her tongue replaces what her finger was doing and it somehow feels even better. She teases at your entrance, only making the tension build more.

"Wands, please-" She starts sucking your clit while rubbing her tongue all around, going faster and faster.

Your legs become so shaky to the point where she has to hold them so you can stand.

You can feel yourself getting closer and closer as you pull her hair, needing something to grab on to. You push her head closer to your clit begging for more contact.

"I'm gonna-" You feel myself release into her mouth, moaning uncontrollably.

“Mmm, good girl.” She smiles into your pussy, helping you come down from your high.

"Hey, uh- guys? You alright in there? Wanda hasn’t killed you, right Y/N?” Natasha asks from behind the door, startling you both. Her head practically shoots up from out of your thighs as she quickly stands up.

Thank God the door was locked.

She grabs her shirt and forces it back on, scrambling to find yours.

"Yeah- uh...just a minute!” You yell while Wanda helps you with your shirt.

"Nothing happened." Wanda whispers in my ear.

"W-what?"

"Do not tell anyone about this. You hear me, detka?"

“Why? So your perfect reputation of you hating me doesn’t get ruined?”

“Well, a little bit of that, but there are just things that I don’t want people to know.” She sighs.

“Yeah, like what?” You pry, but quietly, considering the whole team could be behind that door.

“I just…nothing.”

"Well it must be something, because up until 10 minutes ago, you hated me."

"Yeah, well, I like you, detka. So don’t tell anyone if you want this to happen again." You smirk as her cheeks turn red.

"What?" She asks.

"You like me?" You whisper, completely shocked.

"Will you just shut up, please.” You nod and she opens the door revealing a confused looking assassin.

Wanda mutters something harsh in Sokovian and walks away. Natasha fixes her gaze onto you, but you continue to look at Wanda, bewildered by what just happened.

She winks and goes into her room, leaving you and Natasha alone.

“Um, what was that about?” She asks.

“Oh, nothing. We just….talked.”

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Summary: You confront Wanda after her endless bullying

Requested?: yes/no

Genre: Enemies

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YOUR POV:

The mountain of books in your hands were getting too heavy to carry. You’ve made it from the compound’s library to the living room, which was a very long way considering the weight in your hands.

"I just need to make it past this hallway and I can put these stupid books in my room." You whisper to yourself.

Tony hasn’t sent you on a mission in a while, so you’ve gotten into the habit of going back and forth to the library. You might’ve gotten a little ahead of yourself this time, though, considering you grabbed 12 books, almost none of which were the same genre.

You turn your head to the side and see that you only have a couple more feet before you reach your bedroom door.

There's no way you can open it yourself without dropping everything in your hands. You were about to call out for Natasha’s help when you hear quick footsteps and the sound of your door creaking open.

You look down to see someone’s foot propping open the door.

You can't quite make out who it is, because their face was hidden by the hundreds of pages blocking your view.

"Oh, thank you!" You say before taking a step into your room, but you suddenly feel it slam back onto you.

You stumble backwards and the books fall soon after. As they all scatter on the ground next to you, you look up with tears in your eyes.

Wanda's towering over you, laughing, as you quickly try to pick up all your books. You tearfully look around the room for someone to help, but you soon realize that no one’s there.

She's been tormenting you ever since you joined the avengers, which was about a year ago, and you can’t seem to find a reason why.

Her constant bullying is bad enough, but it's especially embarrassing when she pulls these kinds of stunts around the other avengers. It makes you look weak and you fear it’ll make you lose your spot in the compound.

“Oops.” She sneers in that Sokovian accent you’ve learned to hate.

"It’s o-okay." Is all you manage to muster up.

She walks away with that stupid smirk on her face and you slowly finish picking up your books.

You reach for the last one, but it gets handed to you by a red headed assassin.

"I can't believe you said ‘it’s okay'. You’re an avenger for God’s sake." Natasha chuckles as she helps you bring the books to your room.

“So you saw all of this and decided not to help me?” You scoff.

“I am helping you. You have to deal with situations like this on your own when you’re an adult. And considering you just became one last year, you can definitely do this.”

"I know, but she’s only a couple months older than me so it’s like high school drama all over again. I thought I’d escaped that when I got my powers.” You sigh as you stack the books on your overflowing bookcase.

“You almost have as many kills as I do. Almost. I’m sure you can stop Wanda from being mean to you.” Natasha pats you on the back and smiles.

You’re eternally grateful that you met her, she’s given herself the role of your big sister, which fits considering she’s 7 years older than you.

"Yeah, okay. Next time she tries anything, I’ll deal with it myself. Like an adult.” You huff.

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” The assassin smirks.

She says goodnight and leaves your room, and you turn on your night light to dive into your pile of books.

You eventually get so tired that you fall asleep at your desk, using your book as a pillow.

Your eyes open and you turn your head to look at your alarm clock. It’s 10:26. Weird. The team never lets you sleep in this late.

You reluctantly get up and leave your room, expecting to find a bustling living room. Even weirder. It’s quiet.

You walk around the compound a little, checking bedrooms. You eventually stumble across the entire group of avengers, all sitting at a table in the conference room.

You loudly walk in wearing your Harry Potter pajamas, causing the meeting to haul and everyone to look your way.

You freeze and give a small wave as Tony shakes his head.

“You’re late.” He says flatly.

“I’m sorry, no one told me we were having a meeting this morning.” Your cheeks flush with red from embarrassment.

“That’s not true, Wanda told me that she reminded you right before you went to bed.” Steve chimes in.

Of course.

“Well, she didn’t.” You mumble.

“Just please sit down, Y/N, we’re in the middle of something important.”

You sit down and angrily look in Wanda’s direction and see her smiling innocently back at you.

You spend the rest of the meeting sitting in silence.

Once Tony is finished, the room clears out and you make your way to Natasha.

“Um, didn’t you say you would do something?” Natasha asks.

“Shut up, it was in front of everyone what did you expect me to say?” You both chuckle and begin to walk out of the conference room.

You feel something restrict your ankle and lose your balance, causing you to fall on your face.

“Oh my god, Nat, don’t laugh.” She says to herself.

You look up and see red fade from Wanda’s wiggling fingers as she smirks.

“Whoah, took a tumble there, Y/N?” Thor bellows.

“Okay, that’s it.” You pick yourself up and walk closer to Wanda.

“Wanda can you please stop being such an asshole to me?” She looks completely shocked.

“Language!” Steve yells.

“No, fuck you, Wanda. Wanda has been so mean to me this entire year. She’s insulted me, embarrassed me, tripped me, she was the reason I was late today!.” Wanda’s cheeks are completely red as she quickly looks around the room.

“Wanda, is this true?” Tony asks.

She stands there in silence for about 10 seconds, unsure of what to do. She suddenly grabs your wrist and practically runs with you into the bathroom. The lock clicks and you’re left there alone with her.

PT. 2 COMING SOON

Wanda: Nat, are you okay?

Natasha: Yeah I think so, I just got into a hit and run.

Wanda: What?! What happened?

Natasha: See

Wanda: See

Natasha: a

Wanda: a

Natasha: therapist

Wanda: therapist

Natasha: See a therapist.