#kitmoas writes

Flickering, a small flame breathing in air as it grows slowly. Despite the darkness and the isolation, it almost feels as though the world is solid. Firm and rooted in a good foundation, but it won’t take long for that to crumble. Falling, spiraling about as if gravity no longer exists. 

Nothing in this place had longevity, changing within a single breath, a flaw in its creation. The insatiable need for peace drove the inevitable hysteria, and that’s where the structure falters. Slowly everything will become normal once more, forcing a reality check in which will leisurely chip away at the sanity within. 

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The sounds of conversations mixing is a nice change to the beeping of the lab and the clicking of keys in the office, a light wind blowing through your hair as you allow your eyes to laze around your surroundings. The heat lamp next to you allowed for you to sit atop the roof despite the snow along the grass under the balcony. Having spent the past few months keeping your head down after your first semester into your masters, it was nice to finally be back to something a little more normal. A moment between everyone that feels cozy, and you even feel comfortable with the arm that lays along the back of your chair. 

Empty plates are scattered and you know that your brother is confused, and a bit off put, but you try to ignore it. This isn’t where you thought you would be, but it’s okay. Life is a rollercoaster and you need to start understanding that, you cannot control everything nor can you put someone else in control of the levers. You need to move on, learn to take the hits like an adult and live. 

The talk was light the entire lunch, almost cordial which felt weird,and maybe you should have taken that as a sign that this was destined for doom but you shrugged it off. You were here for fun and not everything had to be serious, which made your skin crawl because you knew that wasn’t the same mindset of the girl next to you but it was the one you were stuck in. 

“So have you thought anymore about Peter’s offer?” It never happened on purpose, the dreaded swing back. An end to almost every interaction that you have with anyone at this point, never really detangling yourself from those that left your world rocky. 

You know your brother doesn’t mean it maliciously, but you can’t help but glare at him every single time he brings up the offer. A step into the same world as those that used to be your pillars, the ones that created your world as it once had been. 

Sighing, your eyes divert as you notice the hopeful look of both your lunch companions. “You know I haven’t Cars, you know that it isn’t the only offer I have and there’s no reason to even entertain it. I have school.” Despite the want for your voice to be strong, almost commanding, it wavers on each syllable. “I don’t need another distraction. I want to do well.” 

Before you even finish you can sense the change in his body language, jaw stiffening and eyes rolling. “Personally I think it’s time you stop running from what you’re actually good at.” 

Your mouth opens, just slightly, as your tongue dips out to wet your lips. “You know damn well that I won’t ever truly become part of that world, not full time.” The low simmering anger, the one that exists in you at all times, starts to heat up. You know where this is going, where it has gone for the past couple months. 

“Running from dad and who he was isn’t going to make you happy, we both know that.” The words were out of his mouth, put out into the world, but it was almost like you lost your ability to hear. It wasn’t healthy, your coping mechanism with your father, and you know that but at the end of the day you still weren’t ready to change. It almost felt too familiar, too cozy, and the thought of more change scared you. 

An answer for his statement never came, just your footsteps in the light layer of already melting snow as you walked back into the building. The loud chatter within the food court of your student union masking your emotions, as Cassie stumbled to thank your brother for having a meal with the both of you. Only the brief reflection of them parting indicated what happened at the scene you left behind as you conceal yourself within the wave of people all heading for the coffee bar. 

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A small stack of papers go flying through the air, hand slamming down on the large oval table. “We can’t keep acting like expansion is impossible! The world needs different types of technology so let’s give it to them!” Kate leers over the table, glaring at the projection of their end of year statements. 

You could feel the tension in the room, everyone was just a bit too scared to fight their boss. “Ms. Bishop, what….what would you mother do in this moment?” Apparently not everyone was scared, a single older man raising his hand with a strict look on his face. 

The young girl blinks, straightening her back as she stares down the table. Her jaw sets and she uses the moment of quiet to smooth down her blazer lapels. Kate settles down in her chair, allowing the smooth soft leather to calm her down more before she speaks. “Maybe you should remember where my mother got this company, yes? At the brink of forced federal shutdown, and practically bankrupt when our combined assets were seized. She destroyed the reputation of this company, disruption within the entire field, because she wanted to be rich. When I took the seat, and responsibility, of this company I swore that I would bring it back to what it could be but you all want to stay what my mother created. If that is true then security can escort you out because I will not be working with criminals. Meeting is dismissed and you all are required to go home, do not return to this building until or unless your mindset changes. We are not villains in this company and I will not entertain the idea of such ideals either.” 

Slowly each person leaves, shock on their face after being practically punished by such a young girl. They had always thought that she would be a fun loving kid, the one that was barely a good secretary but they knew she was growing into a good firm CEO. 

Letting the door lock behind the last person to leave, Kate leans back with her feet on the wood table. Sighing she rubs her hand along her face, staring out at the skyline. Her mind drifts as she tries to settle her heart rate. Memories of her favorite times plague her mind.  

“You wouldn’t dare, Mutt!” Her words held no real venom, voice cracking with laughter as she tried her hardest to keep the nerf gun aimed properly. The ginger staring down Kate as she holds you in a chokehold, her own gun against your temple. 

The body behind you shifts, the arm loose around your neck. “Bring it on, old lady, I’ll pull the trigger. I ain’t no scared lil bitch!” Everyone in the room cracks up at your girlfriend’s random accent that she puts on. 

Neither of you noticed Wanda, hovering in the back, eyes gleaming ruby. Just a tilt of her head and the brunette’s nerf gun is hovering above her hand, the two of you separated slowly. Her hands land on you and Nat is tackling Kate next to you. “Well hello, my little one. No one keeps you hostage but me, understood?” Her voice is deep, smooth as her lips move directly against your ear. 

The sight of the ginger straddling the younger girl below you, hand wrapped around her throat as the two kiss messily. You can’t help the whimper that falls from your mouth, teeth tugging at your bottom lip as you try to focus on the feeling of Wanda’s hands on you, but you can’t help as your attention is pulled to the wetness growing between your thighs as you watch the beginning of dry humping. 

“Now, if Mommy’s little girl doesn’t start paying attention I’m not going to be able to take care of that issue growing between your pretty little thighs. Are you my brainless obedient hostage or not?” Her nails grips at your hips now, digging painfully into you as she tugs you backwards into her. Her bulge is prominent as she grinds purposefully into your ass. 

You can’t help but get lost in the sensation, arching your back as much as you can to feel more of the woman behind you. The sound of the witch’s annoyed sigh only turns you on more, as she lets one of her hands claw at your jaw–forcing you to nod your head. “Such a stupid little slut already?” Her other hand is pushing its way into your pants, fingers roughly swiping along your wet folds. “Do you want to play a game with Mommy?” 

Even though you are eagerly nodding your head, the claws that dig into you are forcing your head up and down as well. A sharp whistle makes you flinch, the piercing sound right in your ear as the woman behind you calls for the attention of the others. “It’s time for the puppy to learn how to breed our pretty little fucktoy.” 

Kate practically falls out of her chair at a gentle knock, the door disengaging as her secretary pops her head in. “Are you staying late? I can stay so you're not alone.” Her sympathetic smile makes the young brunette feel almost pathetic. 

Pulling herself up, politely she dismisses her and lets her know that she too is heading out. That she has a busy night ahead of her with some very important plans, but had just lost track of time. The brunette spends the next few minutes cleaning up, taking great care to make sure that her co-worker is fully out of the building before starting her descent down the stairs. A heavy sigh as she pulls up Doordash for some random pizza shop, trying once more to find a place that can take the place of her once favorite parlor.  -----------------------------------------------------------------------

Crickets softly chirp, a sound in the early night that still brings a soft smile to the blonde’s face, under the slowly raising moon. A chill is settling over the dead grass and bare branches, a sure indicator that another night time snow fall is approaching. It’s been a while since she felt like this, everyone around her had been so stressed out and tense but she just wanted the world back as she had fallen in love with it. That’s selfish but it’s what she wanted, even though she knows that the pain and despair she is going through is bare minimum compared to her closest people. 

“You know, when we were younger mom would also find you fallen asleep out here. She used to say that you were meant for the night. Viridescent in the moonlight.” Natasha’s smile is forced, and her younger sister can see it from a mile away. It had been for months now, if not even longer but it’s only gotten worse as each day passed.  

The hum is soft, barely loud enough to even be noted in the noise of nature. “I miss them.” Her voice breaks causing her to flinch at the obvious weakness she displayed, a quick flash too early in the conversation. 

Wrapping her arms around the blonde, the older woman takes a moment to press a kiss to her temple before rocking with her. “They loved you so much Y. You don’t even understand. When you came to us, god, that was it. We were complete and we all wanted to protect you so much. I wish we would have done a better job, we kind of failed there.” Even as the ginger looks out into the yard, a newly installed play gym shines in the dim light, she can’t help but let her mind wander to some of the best years she had in this neighborhood. 

“You…Sha, you say Mama and Daddy loved me and I knew that but why do step straight to them?” Yelena blinks up at her sister, relishing in the first sign of emotion from her. She watches her contemplate for a while, silence filled with the chirping of crickets, before she stutters out a few syllables. It ends in a stubborn snap of her jaw, the muscles there tensing as she clenches her mouth shut. “I just believe that they would enjoy it here. We will reunite with Mama soon and maybe by the grace of the gods Daddy will show, but we have people we love here. They once said that we find love grasp on tight, you remember?” 

Natasha nods, hot heavy tears filling her eyes. Forcing them down, she tries to chuckle. “The idea of that man being graced by the gods is hilarious, if anything that man would make it back to Yav in the form of one of Mom’s pigs.” At the dead end glare she receives the older woman gulps, trying to collect her thoughts. “Okay, I had to walk away. Okay? Okay. I think everyone can agree that I had to. I had no other choice but to remove myself from the situation. It wasn’t fun or nice but I had to. I had to. I had to Y. Okay?” It wasn’t on purpose but her voice was getting louder and her younger sister could see the anger and desperation rising in her. 

Pulling away to sit directly facing her sister, Yelena takes a deep breath as she goes through her thoughts. She knew that it wasn’t going to be easy and that she needed to take her time, but at the same time it had to be direct and quick to make sure that Natasha didn’t run. “The situation did not require leaving, you should never leave and even Daddy spoke to that. Do you not realize that staying would have allowed you to growth instead of leaving and the entire would becoming rubble?” Internally she flinched, the words spoken were harsh but she knew what she wanted out of this. At the end of the day, she herself was angry. Her sister walked away, without a fight, and the blonde knew that she was in the wrong. No matter how much she may idolize her older sibling she has to knock her off that pedestal once in a while. 

The two sit there, for almost an hour, in silence. It’s agonizing and tedious, a feat that almost feels athletic but it ends with Yelena retreating. A gentle kiss to the ginger’s forehead as she sighs, shaking her head and heading back into the house to allow her to have some time in a calm isolation. 

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Your brow was dripping slightly, the back of your hand doing barely anything to stop the droplet from stinging your eyes. A chorus of laughter echoes in your ears as you stare down at the facetime call, both Peter and America are frantically running towards your shared destination. “Okay, whoever gets there first needs to make sure that they try and get them to honor our reservation!” 

The boy yelps as he nods, the world rushing as he swings towards the science wing of campus. “I’m gonna beat you both!” He’s laughing loudly as he flips about, and for a moment everything almost seems normal. Just a couple college friends trying to finish some research, all of you aiming to practically overdose on caffeine. 

Trying to focus on not tripping as you exit the gym and keep up with conversation as America runs across campus, the rapid wind being Peter’s only real contribution to the call, you almost miss running straight into someone. Dropping your phone, the dreaded clatter never came and you realize that the beloved item is hovering within a glowing red orb. 

“You truly are just a clumsy little thing, you know?” Her voice is quiet, almost hesitant, as she looks up at you through her lashes. 

Frantically reaching up to your air pod you hang up your call before your friends can realize who you just ran into, literally, as you try to scramble your brain into thinking of any sort of retort. “Um.. I-” Your vision blurs slightly, but it’s then you realize she’s still crystal clear. The world around her is blurry and fogged, but as per usual she’s the brightest thing to exist. 

She smiles, a sullen thing pulling her lips, and shakes her head. “I just missed you, but you don’t have to reply.” A quick shush stops your arguing and her eyes dim for a moment. “It’s not fair of me but I just wanted to see you, just for a moment. I could never stay too far away from you for long could I?” There’s a slight cocky tone to her voice as she expresses her thoughts, her body straightening as she realizes you still react the same way towards her. 

“Why.. um.. Why didn’t you call me? I would have answered. I always would.” You try to reassure her or maybe that’s all for you, but you can’t help the words as they pour out of you. “You don’t need to miss me, I’m always at your access if you need me. We always promised that and I don’t ever want to break that promise.” 

The older woman chuckles, almost in spite of herself while she takes a few steps away. Her magic forces its way into your hand as it sets your phone there, waiting patiently for you to catch up to what was happening. It’s the last thing you feel, her scent pulling away as she moves farther backwards.

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The door closes behind her, a barely warm pizza in hand. It doesn’t smell very appetizing, but anything with cheese should do the trick nowadays. The feeling is instant, the box hitting the counter without a sound. An arrowhead slips down her fingers almost at an instant, swinging around the young girl tries to play her paranoia off casually but her shock is something she can’t. There bent over the chair is Wanda, almost in a frantic state. Her face is flushed and wet with tear stains. Her demeanor is nothing like the CEO is used to but she knows their lives have changed a lot. “W-Wanda? Are you okay? What happened?” Her concern for not only the woman in front of her, but those that connect the two takes over. 

“Please I just want to see someone, anyone. Please. Where is Tommy? Billy? I’m begging you, I’ll do anything.” The woman is sobbing, the words slurring together as she struggles to stand up. There were dark circles under her eyes, and her frame was thin. It almost looked like she had spent weeks searching for these people, but Kate was completely confused. Who was she even speaking of? Did she find a whole new group in just a couple of months? 

Taking a step towards the crouched older woman was a mistake, causing her to practically fling herself backwards. For the first time the young girl stopped, head tilting in confusion and her hand falling to her side, Wanda was scared. It was something that she never saw before, and felt like even on the battlefield she had never even seen an ounce of hesitation from her. 

Slowly Kate slips to the floor, setting the arrowhead out in front of her so that she could seem less like a threat. “Hi, Wanda? Do you know who I am?” She was starting to think that maybe she suffered some kind of brain injury or maybe she was on some sort of drug. 

The frantic woman’s bloodshot eyes snap to match the calm dark waves, and it seems to help her breath a bit better. She shakes her head, pushing away until her back can hit the wall. “I don’t… I don’t know who you are. Am I supposed to?” 

It was a possibility, a small chance, and Kate knew that it was there but hearing it stung. A woman that not only did she look up to but also had grown a large liking to doesn’t know who she is. Though the hurt was sharp, and overwhelming, the young hero tried her hardest to ignore it. She had to save the woman in front of her, she had to make sure that she was taken somewhere that they could restore her memory. 

As gently as possible the archer reaches out, palm upwards. “Can I touch you?” Her voice was soft, almost as if she was talking to a sleeping baby. At the shy nod of Wanda’s head, she smiles. It’s not a beam or bright, but almost like the beginning rays of the sunrise–soft and warm. 

Her hand never makes it there, never touching what looks like a soft sweater, instead the world blacks out and it almost feels like Kate falls into a black hole. 

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Natasha had grown accustomed to darkness, the time of day when even the moon goes to bed. It happened to be one of her favorite times of the day, a peace that was laid over her like a blanket. When everyone else wanted to do everything during the day, she just wanted to wait for the shadow of night. She worked and thought best at the latest of times, and sometimes that backfired on her; as it was currently. 

She knew that her world was crumbling, but didn’t the destruction start two years ago? The daily life she had created was put on a pause and when she was able to hit play again, the script was rewritten. She was so far behind on rewrites and the new cast members that catching up was impossible, so she went along with what she knew. 

It’s not like she didn’t enjoy everything, nor did she not finally fall into a groove but the foundation she created was not the one everyone stood on. No, instead it had almost felt like a bridge–one laid upon the old foundation. It was strong but it was heavy upon the slowly cracking stone holding it up, time was the only thing in the way of the wreckage. 

For now this was her life, time in the neighborhood that could have been her identity. She could have been part of that family across the way, the one that is sleeping soundly currently and will wake up and get their children to school before heading to work. Maybe she would have been part of the couple that have three dogs and a cat, and work remote jobs so that they can travel the world together. 

Gulping down a thought, she hates to have the visions cross her mind. It could have been her and maybe someone else. Someone else right next to her, smiling and laughing; crying and healing. They could have survived the world together, but the fights would be corporate life and monthly bills. The two of them could have dogs and a cat or two, maybe even a kid if they really wanted. It’s a vision she sees every time she lets her eyes scan the backyard, fairy lights now twinkling dimly to allow enough lighting for safety. 

It’s then when she sees two small crimson orbs, floating. A sense of dread and urgency sinks in her stomach, her fight or flight kicking in and the need to grasp at her widow bites strong. As the circles approach, the figure being illuminated by the string of twinkling dots, Natasha realizes the familiar feeling. Taking her back to Sokovia twelve years ago, she realizes Wanda is the one once again hiding in the shadows; but this time Strucker is not a part of it. 

“Well hello Agent Romanoff.” Her voice was deeper, a bit of that old rage still there. “What are you doing out here, all alone?” 

Despite the girl being far enough out that Natasha could easily escape her, she still felt an overwhelming sense of danger. She knew what this Wanda was capable of, even if it was barely a fraction of what current age Wanda could do, and that was enough for her to let her widow bites activate. She doesn’t give the young girl the sense of pride to speak back to her, just stand at the ready. She couldn’t let her have a moment of the upper hand, she refused to feel her hex again. 

Wanda tilts her head, a mockingly curious look on her face. “Why do you seem so scared, aren’t you the great Black Widow?” She smiles widely, every single one of her teeth shining a faint red as her eyes pulse with her magic. “Or maybe it’s because your best friend Tony Stark isn’t here?” 

Blinking, slowly, Natasha tries to piece together what was happening. What does she mean? Did she lose her memory in the past couple months? Originally she had thought that maybe her magic had consumed her and that it reverted her back to a darker sense of dress, but the way she speaks isn’t something she understands. 

The one thing she is conscious of is the growing ruby orb rolling around in Wanda’s left hand, and the rapidly expanding magic glow around her. The presence of the magic was stronger than almost every moment Natasha had ever seen of the other woman. It scared her and that was the only thing that saved her as she jumped out of the way of the impending attack. 

Except it never happened, the world blurring almost as if her magic stole the ginger’s sight. 

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Chaos, that’s the only word that can really describe what is happening. It’s only a moment after the world blacked out, only a moment since three lives were blurred and melted back together. 

You didn’t really understand what happened, just a moment ago you  were staring at Wanda for the first time in months and now you were in some random room with people freaking out all around you. She was standing, somewhat away, trapped in a box. She looked confused, but almost at peace, and you wanted to help her. She had been caged before and you never wanted her to ever feel like that again. You didn’t even get to take one step towards her before you watched her start to glitch, almost like a computer screen, before she just disappeared. 

Swinging your head around you tried to find someone who would tell you what was happening, but that’s when you saw her. Kate, your archer, wait no. Kate. Just Kate. She was on her knees, talking to another Wanda who was curled up in a ball crying. It was only another second before that one turned to static. You watched as the brunette frantically stood up, begging for help from the first person she could find. 

Next to her, with shocked eyes, stood Natasha. Her arm is held up by the CEO as her voice gets caught in her throat, but her other hand is outstretched to where a crimson fog is dissipating. The two stare at each other for a moment before Kate apologizes, trying to leave the situation in a professional way. 

In the crowd you blend in, hiding yourself as agents and other Avengers run around. There’s screens and machines all around, things you don’t really understand as everyone is trying to piece together what could be happening. You almost couldn’t tell if you wanted to be seen by the other girl, or even by the widow. Your soul and heart craved her attention, and you knew that your body would relax just from the sight of the ginger’s eyes, but how could you look at them? You had destroyed their lives and now you must live in the ruins of it. 

“ENOUGH!” The loud voice of Dr. Strange freezes everyone, and for a time you think you’re safe. It’s until everyone turns to you, the summoning from the stupid wizard, that for the first time you drown in the salty blue of the eyes you missed most. It was pain, a stabbing through your soul that you knew you would never survive. The need for her attention, even the most miniscule amount of it, was like oxygen. You need it to live, and for the past few months you had none. 

You weren’t sure what any one spoke of, people pushing and shoving not only you but the other two to the center of the floor. A large table there that now seated the rest of the Avengers, three empty chairs left. Even though there is yelling and arguing around, you can’t help but stop. You want to just look at them, forcing your eyes away from Kate was a mistake as you struggle to stay still. You wanted to run to the widow, get on your knees and beg her to come back. 

Watching the tears, one by one, fall down the archer’s face broke you. No one ever said this would be easy, this entire dynamic never was. She was staring straight at the ground, sitting in the middle of thrown pillows and knocked over little knick knacks. The silence was worse than any of the fighting that had just ended, you wish she would just yell at you. She needed to say something, fighting meant that there was still some sort of emotion but this was a sign of surrendering to the situation. 

The pain in your chest was excruciating, but you knew that it could get worse and that petrifies you. You watch her entire body shake as she tries to take a deep breath and it makes your legs weak, sliding down the wall clumsily behind you. Your body barely hits the ground when she finally looks you dead in the eyes. Her cobalt eyes are cloudy and bloodshot, entire face red and tear stained. “A thousand times over, huh?” 

She’s laughing now, a low rumble in her chest as she stares at you. Your mouth moves but no sound comes out, your brain stuck on the sinking feeling in your body as you see every single emotion start to turn off in Kate’s eyes. It’s almost like a little switch as her face settles into a blank expression, tears drying up in the dense silence. The eyes that would tell a million stories, running wild with free flowing emotions, now devoid. She’s standing up, casually brushing off the dust on her dress pants as she hums some nonsensical song to herself. 

Stumbling forward you throw yourself at her feet as you feel your entire world crumbling, your foundation shaking and breaking. She barely glances at you, stepping around your flopped body as she begins to clean up. The eyes that you craved on your body, the ones that made you fall in love wouldn’t even look in your direction and it was like a stab to your lungs. You couldn’t even choke on the lack of air, pathetically crawling to try and catch up to her. When the archer pauses in her quiet cleaning to calmly start picking up all her arrows, even restringing the bow she knocked over, you cling to her. Any part of her that you can touch, “Kate please. Please just look at me.” You aren’t even sure what you’re begging for, you just need to see her eyes. 

When she finally raises her gaze from the table to you, you’re immediately taken back. The shock that goes through your body makes you choke on a sob that tears through your throat. The warm bright ocean eyes almost felt like a stranger’s, icecaps freezing over the waves. It leaves your jaw slack, and you can’t even move as she walks across the room–away from you. For the first time you see what all her enemies, and competitors, would say about her. The darkness in her eyes that loomed in their nightmares, for that would be yours forevermore. The walls you two built were wrecked, crumbled beneath you and you were standing in the middle of the wreckage as the rest of the life you built fell around you. 

You just pitifully watch as she moves around the apartment, picking things up and pocketing a couple items. Moving in a circle so that you can keep her in your sights, shaking but you can feel the numbness from the cold in the room settling into your bones.The pit in your stomach drops when she picks up a backpack, slipping some clothes and a couple of personal items into it. Your brain is screaming at yourself to move, to beg her to stay, but your body won’t budge. Frozen in your spot because you know you caused this, it was your fault and you no longer had the right to beg her to stay. 

Nothing in your body is making sense and you know that you’re drowning, but you're finally stumbling forward as she starts to cross the room to the front door. She’s turning around, the door just cracked open behind her. Your hands are shaking as you try to reach out to her but she pulls back just out of your reach. She’s holding something out to you, waiting, and you almost want to leave her hanging; but you never could truly say no to her. 

The key to the apartment plops into your palm, cold and heavy as it sits as a silent reminder of the inevitable. You watch her face, begging your mind to commit every single detail into your mind; burning each small thing you know about her into your soul. Her lips come together slowly, a high pitched whistle as Kate calls out to Lucky but he just whines crawling under the couch. Her blank face breaks momentarily, a flash of hurt that burns you. You want to drag him out from his hiding spot, force him to go with the archer but you know that it isn’t what she would want. 

The sound of her clearing her throat drags you back out of your dark mind, and you watch her composure build back as she lets the leash dangle across your fingers where they still hover in the air. After what feels like a lifetime she finally looks at you, her eyes scanning over your entire body slowly. Her calloused hand reaches up, cupping your cheek and you lean heavily into it. The warmth is something you try to let sink into your bones, let your soul soak it up. “The apartment is paid off, and the utilities are auto paid through the company so no worries there. His food comes twice a month, always on Wednesdays so you’ll have to drag that inside.” Her voice doesn’t even sound the same and you want to scream, you need to hear her voice. You nuzzle into her hand, trying to ask for what you want but the words won’t come. She’s smiling now, at you, and it shatters every single cell in your body. It’s not her smile and you know that you caused that, you caused her smile to change and you can’t hold the floodgate anymore. 

Your tears are soaking her hand, and even now her thumb is wiping them away. Her scent overwhelms your senses and you just want to collapse into her arms, ignoring everything that just happened. The tips of her hair tickle you as she leans in, her lips burn a mark into your cheek as she lets them linger there for a moment. The pressure is something that you will never be able to forget, the way her bottom lip swipes against the round of your cheekbone as she pulls away. 

Kate is turning now, slipping out of the door only her hand reaching back in to grab the bow and quiver that she had left leaning against the wall. The click echoes throughout the cold room as the lock engages, the last sound you hear her make as she walks away. Your body is stuck in the same spot, arm out holding the leash and key. You’re unsure how long you stand there like that, but Lucky has trotted his way over to you. Sitting next to you as you both stand there, naively waiting for the archer’s return. 

It’s only when the sun sets, the apartment almost completely in the dark sans a single glow somewhere, that you finally move. Slow and on autopilot you turn, setting the leash and key on the table near the door. You aren’t even aware as you open the coat closet door, slipping one of the purple hoodies over your frame–relishing in the soft overly large warmth like it was a normal day. It’s only when you head to the kitchen to make Lucky his dinner that you see it. There on the island, illuminated with the hanging lights, sits the rich purple velvet box that holds the most beautiful thing you ever laid your eyes on. 

It was a beautiful night, you were out with the five most important people in your life and you couldn’t be happier. A gorgeous private piece of land that your girlfriend had rented out to have a fun drive in movie night with a huge picnic layout. Kate had asked you casually, not one to make a huge deal when she thought you would be more comfortable with just a cute night. She said everything she had ever done in her life was to win, to beat something, but not you. You were the one thing in her life that she wanted to hide away, not gloat over and not let the world see because you were the most precious thing in her life. Most of the others looked shocked, but not you. You had dreamt about this from the moment the archer had said she wanted to kiss you. 

She didn’t want an answer though, not yet.  She wanted you to think about it, stating that she got to plan this entire thing out and talk it out with others. Kate, always the one to think everything through, wanted you to have that time. She wanted you to be able to have a little bit to think about it, not because she thought you would say no but because she wanted you to have that same giddy feeling she did. She never thought someone at that picnic would pull you to the side. She never could have planned for one of the people she invited to one of the most important moments of her life to tell you that if you wanted to keep them in your life you had to say no. 

Kate had thought it through, nothing about marriage broke any rules and she believed that everything in the dynamic could continue to grow even with rings and a new last name. It all made sense in her brain, but she had overheard your conversation. She hadn’t meant to but she was looking for you because Carson wanted to take pictures. She heard you stumbling through questioning, stumbling through agreeing. 

You didn’t want to lose anyone and maybe one day you could say yes to Kate, but right now you weren’t sure if you could. It didn’t start a fight immediately, it didn’t gauge a reaction right then. The group sensed a weird vibe and decided to all go separate ways, leaving the two of you to head home. It was silent the entire ride home, just the hum of the car as it sped down the road. Usually the two of you would make out in the back of the car, it was your favorite thing to do anytime the CEO used her driver, but today you sat quietly looking out different windows. 

The silence continued even as the two of you got ready for bed, Lucky climbing on the bed to curl up in between you. Nothing but a mumbled goodnight exchanged as you both lay on your sides, facing away from each other, awake all night. You thought when the sun rose again that maybe everything would be okay. You could talk to Kate and maybe fix everything, but how could you tell her that you weren’t picking her. How could you hurt her and go back to normal after? You knew it was impossible but also marriage would mess up the dynamic as it sits now, right? 

The sounds of laughter and pans banging wake you, the soft sun rays peeking through the curtains warm your face as you stretch. The pout that forms on your face is subconscious, knowing you missed out on sleepy morning cuddles. Rubbing at your eyes you try your hardest to wake up as quickly as possible.

Rolling slowly out of bed takes a lot of effort but when you hear the tell-tale sign of little footsteps sprinting up the stairs, and puppy nails tapping against the wood, you can’t help but smile as you wait for them to run into your room. 

The heavy wooden door is pushed open and a whirlwind of chaos enters your room, excited screaming and speed running messes up the everything within seconds. Sighing, you roll your eyes teasingly as you teleport out of the room, your tail the last thing seen by the energetic kids as it waves goodbye to them. You land on the counter next to Wanda, who just glares at you for once again landing too close to the stove top. 

Shrugging you just settle to watch her magic take over finishing breakfast as she comes to stand between your legs. “Good morning, my love” The witch cups your face gently, smoky tipped fingers wiggling slowly near your temple as faint ruby mist seeps into your mind. She’s leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose when she sees no trace of doubt in the family, gleeful that you are finally coming to terms with your new home even if it’s still being aided by her magic. 

You lean in to Wanda, letting your face find its home in her neck. Wiggling as close as possible to her, knowing what comes next makes you pout some. “Morning Mommy.” The sound of the twins running back downstairs is approaching you quickly. “Can you do the thing before they get here?” You feel the crimson mist consume your precious tail, swallowing it whole until it no longer seemingly exists. You know without even looking in a mirror that your skin is no longer tinted blue. Pulling away from the witch the frown that forms on your face is pathetic as you can feel the ghost tail, flicking in agitation. 

The dripping ink color disappears from her fingers as the boys come running in, stopping directly in front of you. Holding their ipads and listening to you rattle off the rules once more as Wanda watches with a fond smile. No power usage unless permitted by you, hold hands with each other at all times, buddy system, and no trying to get near any of the animals. 

With the boys excitedly dragging you off of the counter, their mom barely has time to wave their breakfast into their bags. After she checks the car for the backpack you packed last night, filled with snacks and emergency items, the four of you are off to the zoo. The puppy finally settles in his bed in the house, sleeping in the rare silence that fills the house.

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Wanda looks worried as she grips your hand tightly, eyes stuck on the boys as they run towards the otter enclosure. She had put them in bright clothing, and told them again they had to hold hands the entire day if they wanted a treat from the gift store. The two of you were trailing behind, carrying all the snacks and drinks in the backpack securely settled on your shoulders. “They are okay Wiggly Woo, I promise. We’ve been practicing all week for this, the boys know how to act.” 

You watch as she exhales slowly, trying to cut her anxiety as she watches the twins lean against the glass to stare at the otters swimming. The moment she’s in arms reach of them you can see her relax, settling her hand in Tommy’s hair. Combing through the longer strands she leans down to look through the glass, giggling some as she listens to the excitable boy make up a story about the family. 

Billy is tugging at your arm, pointing out one of the baby otters that just slipped out of the water. “Did you know that the fur on those buddies is completely waterproof?” You let the boy drag you around and you answer all the questions he has, giving him any fun facts you can about each and every animal. Looking over to where Tommy and Wanda were standing just a few feet over, you watch with fond eyes as he uses his hands to explain whatever story he has made up about the life of each animal. 

It’s almost two in the afternoon when the twins start asking for lunch so you start the trek towards the food court. Tommy is running circles around you, hyping everyone up about all the random things you can eat when there’s just so many options. You had handed the backpack to Wanda when Billy dramatically stated that he was so hungry that he couldn’t walk anymore, so he was happily on your back pointing out things now that he was taller. 

The mini telepath yelps loudly but it’s just a little too late as he watches his twin run directly into an older man. You watch as Wanda’s eyes flash red, subtle black steam falling from her fingers as she loses control momentarily. She’s tugging Tommy into her side, an arm outstretched in front of him. Making sure Billy is secure on your back, you step in front of the other two looking the angry man directly in the eyes. Every time he tries to look around you, you move into his eyesight. “Sir, he’s just a kid. It’s the zoo, you should be aware of tiny humans running around.” Something in you yells at you to be ready, a gut feeling. Sliding the boy off your back you stand directly in front of the three Maximoffs, hands stiff and at your side as you glare at the man.”Don’t do anything stupid.” 

Before you can even finish the sentence the guy is thrusting an orange glowing dagger at you, but you just smile letting him try to stab you as you absorb the psionic energy. The orange glow travels through your body causing your eyes to flash a bright purple momentarily before you quirk an eyebrow at him. “Now, you can try that again and I’ll have to embarrass you in front of everyone at this lovely zoo. That sounds fun to me but I also don’t want to have to ruin some kids’ days so how about you turn around and get over the fact that a little kid ran into you. Learn to control your powers and your anger, you’re an adult.” Your tone is mocking as you reprimand this stranger for being so immature, and it’s as simple as that as he suddenly turns and stomps away. 

Wanda and the boys are attaching themselves to you immediately, making sure you’re okay and thanking you but you just smile and urge them to continue the walk to the food court. After getting trays of food the boys are immersed in some television show as they eat giving their mother a moment to lean closer to you. “You did amazing and you really showed the boys control.” Your smile is radiating as you wiggle some in your seat, the praise warming your body. 

The rest of the day Wanda doesn’t let the boys out of arms length, holding both of their hands as you walk just a step behind them. You know they had an amazing time, spoiling them by buying them whatever they want from the gift store. The ginger offers to drive home and the boys plead for you to sit in the back with them. It’s only twenty minutes into the drive home when the witch looks back, even with the television blaring the three of you are passed out. 

She chuckles but her mind drifts back to the man that attacked you. Her perfect world and someone has already tried to hurt them, and with powers nonetheless. Gnawing at her lip she allows her astral form to manifest in the passenger seat, the Scarlet Witch searching the Darkhold as she finishes the drive home. Wanda would find a way to get rid of all threats, even those that didn’t know who her family was. 

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Half asleep laying out on the bed is where Wanda finds you after putting the boys to sleep, a gentle smile spreads across her face as she crawls over to you. You’re wearing nothing but an oversized tank top. She settles herself on top of you, rubbing your stomach slowly, as she watches you struggle to open your eyes. “Come on my pet, it’s time to wake up for your reward.” 

Blinking against the bright light coming from the few lamps scattered around the room, the weight of the ginger on top of you drags your attention towards her. She’s wearing a thin light gray button up shirt, her breasts are prominently on display with only one button done. She chuckles as your mouth already starts moving, subsciously as your eyes glaze over. Your hands are moving without you realizing, gripping her hips as you try to sit up underneath her. 

Her eyes glowing a subtle red as she just smiles mockingly down at you, eyebrows creasing as she shakes her head. “Oh, my dumb little baby thought she would be in charge tonight? Just cause I said reward? That’s so cute, your stupid brain wouldn’t even know where to begin without Mommy showing you the way. You don’t have to act all big and bad around me, little one.” Your hands are forced down onto the bed, entirely too gentle magic trapping them there. 

The room flashes bright red, as a hex travels quickly throughout the house, her black tipped fingers and your tail finally being freed after a long day of being suppressed. Your blue hued skin reappearing slowly causing a loving smile to form on her face. The entire house is covered in an ominous scarlet haze but it just makes you feel safe, and she’s mumbling that she doesn’t want any interruptions. 

Forcing two of her raven tinted digits into your mouth, past your teeth and slightly down your throat, Wanda sneers down at you. A low chuckle falls from her lips when you immediately start sucking, jaw working to take as much of her fingers as possible. Her free hand cups your face, tapping slowly against your temple as small wisps of magic leaks into your mind. “That’s my good girl, no need to fight anymore. I got you, Mommy’s got you.” She watches with a delighted smile as your eyes start to glaze over. 

She lets her favorite strap magically appear around your hips, biting her lip in anticipation. You don’t even flinch, too hyper focused on the task at hand. “My brainless little princess , do you want to make Mommy happy? Make her feel super good?” 

You’re nodding quickly, almost too aggressively that you make her fingers slip out of your mouth. Whining you try to follow her hand as Wanda wipes the trail of drool on your chest, your tail whips out trying to grab onto her wrist but with a lazy wave of her fingers it’s pushed into the comforter. “Nuh uh, that pretty little tail will be used later.” 

Watching you lean up on your elbows as the Scarlet witch starts sinking down on the strap. The magic holding you down makes you whine, knowing that if you try to move without permission it’ll end your reward before it can truly start. The breathy moan that tumbles from her lips makes your hips jerk, causing the ginger to sink the rest of the way down the strap. She’s tugging you up the rest of the way, gasping as you move around so you’re stable beneath her. You let your hands wrap around her waist, pulling her closer. 

The way her body moved on top of you was mesmerizing, her breasts threatening to fall out of her flimsy shirt at any moment. You tried your best to keep up with her, snapping your hips up as much as possible and trying to guide her hips. Try as you might your efforts were futile and only made the witch laugh at you, one hand tangling in your hair while the other grips your shoulder tightly. “Is my dumb little fucktoy too stupid to fuck her Mommy properly? Can’t think about anything when her cock is inside me?” The more she moves the louder the sounds of her wet pussy gets, filling the room and your senses. A whine tears through your teeth as your brain struggles to keep up.

Wanda unbuttons the solo button keeping her shirt together, and smiles as your jaw goes slack. Slowing her hips so that she’s just grinding down on you, she guides your head to her breast. Your mouth is already moving, licking lightly at the already hardened nipple. The witch flinches slightly when your sharp teeth scratch at the sensitive skin there. Threading her fingers in your messy hair the ginger grips lightly as she feels you start sucking, biting her lip when she feels the beginning of the warm tingly sensation that she’s come to love. When she first started the quest to find a universe where she could have her boys she wanted as much time as possible with them, so she thought she would need to be able to nurse them ergo the spell she now uses to calm you even on your most petulant days. 

Your whole body is moving now, trying to stay attached as Wanda starts moving on top of you again. Getting to please your Mommy was amazing and it set a low blaze of arousal through your system but it’s the feeling of her sweet milk filling your stomach that makes you drip onto the sheets. The more she moves the more milk flows into your mouth and it sadly starts dripping down your chin, a pathetic whimper muffles against her breast. 

She lets go of your hair, letting her fingers fall to her own clit as she rubs tight circles on the hardened bud. Slowing back down as she rolls her eyes at you, “Such a messy little slut, wasting all of my milk like an ungrateful brat.” Your tail slides up your body, wrapping around her thigh before pushing her own hand away from herself. The triangular tip practically vibrating on her clit makes her moan appreciatively as she urges you to the other breast. 

The coil in Wanda’s stomach is tightening but she can tell you’re starting to get sleepy, your mouth struggling to keep up with the flow from her breast. She cups your jaw, and your sleepy unfocused eyes look up at her through your lashes and it’s the fog that fills your usually clear bright gaze that just almost pushes her over the edge. Hips bucking wildly on top of you makes you lose connection to her breast and a desperate whine as you desperately try to get it back, but she slams you back onto your back. The witch selfishly rides your cock as she chases her orgasm. “Lay still and let Mommy use you.” Her usual belittling is less scary, even as her eyes flash crimson, when her voice trails off in broken moans and grunts. 

In her haste to reach her own high Wanda forgets about your tail. It struggles out from under you before it wraps around the witch, using it to force her to bounce harder on your strap. 

“Do you want to cum in Mommy? Fill her cunt like you own it?” Her voice is strained as she holds off her orgasm as long as possible.The moment your hips are bucking under hers, sloppy and uncontrollable, she stumbles over the edge. The chants of please falling from your lips like a prayer as your strap shoots cum into Wanda, your arousal peaking realizing that your witch used your cum-no matter how fake- to get off. As she rides out her high the magic holding you down lightens until you can shakily sit back up. 

You can tell your close, even though she hasn’t touched you once, the damp spot beneath you is a clear giveaway. Her hands are shaky as she reaches out to your face, thumb smoothing over the frustrated pout she finds there. Leading you back to her breasts, now littered with dribbles of white, she lets you lap them up before urging you to take her leaking bud back into your mouth. Letting the gentle tugging pull a relaxed sigh from her lips, Wanda lets herself bask in the gradual pleasure build as crimson tendrils leak down your body. 

Her magic fills you easily, stretching you immediately and dragging a whine from your throat. She knows you’re close, the feeling of your thighs shaking below her is encouraging. The red fog filling you can feel how tight you are, vibrating against your neglected clit as it spills out of you. 

Wanda starts moving slowly on top of you again, the sleepy suckling causing the heat in her stomach to be too much. She can feel you start slipping from your breast so she wraps her arm around your shoulders, pressing you back to the bud. “Come on little one, Mommy knows you want to be a good girl and drink all her milk.” A sleepy mumble leaves your lips, vibrating around her sensitive nipple, as you blink heavily up at her. “I know detka, but you have to cum for me at least once. You were so good today, keeping us all safe and protected. You can give Mommy just one to me before you fall asleep.” Her sweet tone sends a shiver down your spine and makes you clench around the growing magic instead of you, pushing you to dangle over the edge. 

Your tail is flicking erratically, whistling as it cuts through the air. Muffled moans send tremors of arousal through the ginger’s body as you struggle to keep your eyes open as you're being dragged over the edge. “That’s right Malyshka, Mommy’s got you.” The taut coil in your stomach cracks, shattering and breaking almost gently as Wanda’s magic spreads through your body. Her eyes are glowing a soft ruby, watching as her magic streams from your pores and your sleepy body struggles to manipulate it. A smirk spreads across her face as she watches your tail spasms, the only true indication of you riding out your high in your sleepy state. 

She lets you slowly lay back down, aided by her magic, as she grinds down with more purpose. The surge of power she holds over you pushes her towards her second orgasm. Your mumbling out thank yous, and your adoration of Wanda, as you let the darkness of sleep take you. The spark of pride and arrogance only makes the witch gush around the strap still attached to your hips. 

A heavy sigh leaves your lips as you lean against the counter, the rambunctious laughter from the living room echoes throughout the normally quiet house. Ever since your father remarried, his new wife would always bring home friends after her nights out partying. Their relationship was confusing to say the least; the woman was an extrovert who never liked being home while your dad was anything but a homebody who barely even spoke to the rest of the family. You couldn’t tell if the two were actually in love or if this was all just your father trying to get over your mom’s death but either way you found the entire situation exhausting.

You couldn’t lie that Wanda was one of the most fun people you ever got to be around, and it sometimes made you feel like instead of a stepmom you just got a new friend. She was much younger than your father, but still at least ten years older than you. The two of you spent most of your time together watching movies and baking in the kitchen. A nice enough lady, but definitely not the type you ever saw your father marrying. 

Maybe you just had a deep resentment towards him moving on or exhaustion settling in from how busy the house was now but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something seemed off about your step mother. It was something you kept to yourself, refusing to act like an angry teenager while you were a senior in college, but you weren’t ever going to let yourself feel completely at ease around Wanda until you were satisfied. Instead you let yourself enjoy your time both with your father and his wife, along with whatever new people came into the house, coming to terms that one day you would learn to be as happy as he was.  

Starting the walk towards your room, you catch a glimpse of Wanda and her best friend–Natasha. Leaning against a pillar, you stop to watch the two giggle like school girls on the couch as they sip wine. The ginger was intriguing, something about her always drew you near. She was over at the house a lot, even when your step mother wasn’t home. It allowed the two of you to become friends, talking about different things and later finding out that you both enjoy dance and sports. It was a bit strange to see someone her age want to hang out with a person barely in their twenties, but you wouldn’t complain. 

For a moment you almost turn around and go to hang out with the two, attempting to ignore your gut feeling that something is off with them because you just want to be friends with them. The exhaustion makes your muscles sore and your brain slow so you instead just drag yourself up the stairs. It feels like it takes forever to get ready for bed, even with you skipping half of your normal routine. You pass your father’s room, door cracked as always and you peek in. He’s sound asleep, but the loud muffled conversation makes the empty side of the bed even more obvious. 

Your soft cotton sheets are a welcome coolness as you finally settle into bed, your phone dim as you languidly scroll through tiktok. Eyes fluttering shut you’re glad as your phone slips from your grip that you had already plugged it in for the night. Wiggling deeper into your cocoon of blankets, you can feel sleep dragging you under. 

Consciousness hits you before you are able to open your eyes, but the feeling of arousal lays deep in your bones. Shivers from the air circulating the room fights against the way your body overheats, radiating from the warmth boiling in your lower belly. Squirming about trying to get comfortable, your legs hit something weirdly squishy. 

Freezing you slowly retract your foot, trying to prepare yourself to face whatever monster is in your bed. The sight of Natasha, sitting cross legged with her eyes closed and murmuring to herself, wasn’t what you were expecting but it did make you panic. Stammering you try to speak, your throat dry, as you stare wide eyed at the ginger. “U-uh um…N-Natasha did y’need somehin?” 

You watch as the older woman barely reacts to your question, only slightly moving her head as she continues her muted chanting. Unsure what to do, you try slowly moving your body around, a feeble attempt to put some space in between the two of you when her hand shoots out to grip your leg tightly. “I wouldn’t move and ruin everything if I were you, голубь.” Her normally bright emerald eyes look almost black, even with the moonlight illuminating her face. 

Her nails are digging into your thigh, almost like a bird’s talon gripping its prey. Barely looking at you, you watch as a crazed smile spreads slowly across her face. The shine of her teeth as her tongue flicks across them is distracting, but you can’t help the whimper that falls from your lips. It’s almost inaudible, and incredibly pitiful, but it’s enough to get her attention. Head snapping up, tilting as her eyes widen and focus on you. 

She stares at you, silence wrapping around the two of you like a warm blanket. Her mouth relaxes, softening into a playful grin, as she reaches for your face. “Don’t be scared, pretty girl, I promise I’m not here to hurt you. You’re so precious, and just so perfect. I could never harm you.” You know you’re shaking, involuntarily and it’s making you mad to show such a weakness, but it’s almost like she doesn’t care. 

Natasha’s body is looming over you, pushing you farther back into the mattress, soft and your usual place of comfort suddenly stripped of consolation. You can’t quite tell if fear is what you feel or if it’s something else you can’t place, but you know that your breath is caught in your throat as you stare helplessly up at her. Her free hand is trailing along your body, fingernails lightly scratching as she maps out each spot on your skin. Your mouth opens and closes a few times, trying to find the words to even try to get her to stop but for some reason you can’t speak. 

Pushing your shirt up, the ginger lets her cold hand cup your bare breasts as she internally chuckles as your torso breaks out in goosebumps. She watches through her lashes as you shake your head, a silent plea for her to stop. The hand is gentle, groping you as if handling a fragile sculpture. Natasha’s forehead leans against your collarbone, lips grazing against your skin as she mumbles. "Слава Чернобогу - славному деятелю, на которого мы возлагаем величайший трибун и страх. Хвала тому, кто дарует нам кровь, в которой обретается наша свобода. В честь тебя мы приносим самое чистое искупление". (1) 

You aren’t sure what she is saying, but it sounds scary and she’s making small noises each time she takes a breath. It’s jarring, making your skin crawl each time. Shrill and quick, the shriek is accompanied with random grunting and your brain cannot make sense of any of it. Panic begins to take over your body, flight winning over fight, you thrash as you try to escape the cage of limbs and weight of her body. It’s entirely too easy for her to overpower you, manipulating your body until you're laid out beneath her. Limbs flopped out to the side as she runs her fingers along your messy locks, smoothing them out as she settles comfortably with her knee between your thighs. “You were doing so good, don’t make me angry.” Her voice is soothing, but the threat still lingers in the air. 

The hand she tangles in your hair almost feels loving, caressing the back of your head she keeps you where she wants you. Her knee grinding against your covered center as she holds your head, cooing at you as the tears build up in your eyes. You’re begging her to stop but it’s almost like she doesn’t hear a single word you are saying. Wanda’s name is tumbling from your lips before you can stop it, as if you were reverting back to calling for your mother when you had a nightmare, hoping that she would help. 

You feel weak and helpless, something about this situation feels different. No matter how your body reacts, the arousal still simmering under your skin from whatever she did to you before you awoke, you felt betrayed and you couldn’t stop this fear of the older woman you had confided in. Throat raw as you sob, pleas for help and your step mother’s name tumbling from your lips almost incoherently, head thrashing about as you try to break free from her grasp. “Please just let me go! I won’t tell anyone, just please stop!” 

Your begging does nothing to deter the ginger, if anything she just snickers down at you. Pressing her leg more firmly in between your thighs, she can’t stop the taunt that falls from her mouth. “If you want me to stop you better stop grinding your needy cunt on my thigh, like the perfect little slut you are.” Her mouth is slightly open, a mocking smile ghosts along her lips as her tongue traces her own teeth. The forest green eyes sparkle in the moonlight, a mischievous glint as she perks up when a whimper tumbles out of you. “Call for your Mommy again, go ahead. I know she would love to see you like this.” 

Wide eyes filled with confusion as you open your mouth to scream her name, but a quiet throat clearing in the doorway gets your attention. Natasha’s hand slips from your hair to squish your cheeks as she moves your head to look over. There stands the brunette, leaning casually against the frame, her dark silhouette stark against the light from the hallway. “Did you need me, detka?” She pushes herself up, gliding gracefully over to you. Climbing onto the bed, she sits near your head. 

Her soft hands push her best friend’s off your face as she cups your jaw, cooing and fussing over you as she looks for any sign of distress or pain. You’re pushing away from Natasha, rolling over to crawl towards your step mother and trying to nuzzle your face as close to her as possible. She is tugging you forward now, almost as enthusiastic as you, and safety sinks into your mind the farther you get from the ginger’s preying hands. So focused on finding comfort in her touch, you weren’t really aware how she was manipulating your body but it was her slipping her fingers into your mouth that shocked you. 

Wanda is shushing you, the softness of her touch turning harsh and hostile as you begin to struggle against her. The digits in your mouth are thrusting vigorously, gagging you each time you try to bite down or pull away. Chastising you, the brunette scrunches her nose each time she feels your jaw tense.  “My little dove, please don’t make this difficult. We don’t want to hurt you, you’re so precious to us.” Sweet and soothing, her voice starts to settle your urge to thrash around. Fingers slipping down to your jaw, hooking along your chin painfully, she holds you in place as she slips a harness over your head. Teeth clinking against the large metal o ring, she’s clipped the gag into place and is inspecting it before you can even fight. 

Nails sink into your hips, effortlessly pulling your body up and backwards against what you can only guess is Natasha’s body. She’s guiding you to grind back onto the bulge that the ginger had been hiding this whole time. With your mouth wide open you no longer can muffle the moan, the high pitch sound bringing delighted smiles to both of the older women’s faces. Natasha leans down, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Do you hear how pretty you sound? We haven’t even properly touched you, and you’re already dripping onto the sheets.” 

You try to crawl away but Wanda wraps her hand around your throat, a concerned look on her face as she runs her free hand through your hair. “Where are you going princess? I wouldn’t struggle too much, Daddy’s cock will hurt much worse if you fight it.” Your flimsy panties are ripped away from your body, the sound of the fabric tearing fills the room and you can feel the regret of wearing basically nothing to bed. 

Smooth silicone rubs through your folds, and the shame fills your body when you subconsciously grind back onto it. Flinching when the ginger spits on you, rubbing the tip of her strap in it as she watches you shiver. “Don’t worry, we don’t want to break you, love. We just want to break you in.” 

Not even a second later, giving you no time to prepare, Natasha is shoving herself into you. You expect it to be painful, stretching around the largest thing you’ve ever taken, but after all the teasing your body is more than ready to take whatever you’re given. The older woman growls, a possessive sound, when she watches your cunt stretch and suck her cock in like you were made for her. "Благословите эту голубку, ибо она - та, кого мы сочли достойным поклонения". (2) 

The ginger’s thrusts are anything but gentle from the moment she sinks her entire length in you, hips moving at an unforgivable pace. Wanda is smiling widely at you, fingers tracing the leather digging into your cheeks. Smudging the drool that collects there all over your chin and throat, “You look so pretty like this. Your Daddy has barely even started and you’re already so fucked out.” The brunette curls her fingers into your open mouth, nails dragging across wet metal behind your teeth. 

Moans and whimpers falling from your lips mostly sound gurgled and mumbled around your step-mother’s fingers, eyes fluttering as you struggle to keep up with the way the ginger is thrusting into you. “P’ease is t’muc too.” Words slurring, voice cracking and breaking as you try to beg for relief. 

Wanda just giggles at you, almost sympathetically, as she shakes her head. “I’m sorry little one, I know you’re overwhelmed but we can’t stop.” Her wet hand slaps gently against your cheek. “You’ll thank us after.” You can hear mumbles behind you, each word punctuating the snap of her hips as she drives her length into you. It makes your head bobble and your thighs shake, but you can’t lie anymore as you feel the heat almost boiling over. Nothing has every felt as good as the hands ghosting along your body, and the strap stretching your pussy with a subtle burn.

Drool soaked fingers slip down your body, reaching between your thighs. She lets the way your body is naturally moving with Natasha’s thrust to graze your clit, throbbing and neglected. She giggles as she watches your hips jump each time she even slightly rubs at it, turning her head to nip at your ear lobe. "С каждым движением мы предлагаем тебя, чистейшее из существ, величайшему из богов. Прародитель всех, благослови невинность, чтобы принять подношение семьи. " (3) 

Your head falls pathetically against Wanda’s shoulder, your body barely able to hold up against the ginger’s rutting. You could feel the wetness coating your thighs as it dripped down, soaking into the sheets your knees are rubbing against. The longer the two older women manipulate your body the harder it is to think, to speak–almost like they drained all abilities. Vision blurry and your skull feels like it's going to explode, babbling out to the others. 

Neither care, focused on each other and their goal now. Natasha can tell just by how difficult it is to move inside you that you’re close, your cunt clench each time Wanda’s fingers pinch at your clit. The two look entirely too proud and smug as they realize just how perfect you are, the latter biting into your shoulder to leave a few marks on your otherwise untouched unmarked skin. 

The way your thighs shake and the overwhelming rush of arousal scares you, panic filling your body. “Mommy i- please. I’m” Your voice is quiet, a muted wail as you try to get their attention. “Daddy I can’t, it’s.. Im gonna–” You weren’t sure what was happening but the older women didn’t care, smiling widely at each other as Wanda pulled away to look you in the eyes. Her normal bright green no more instead blown out, black in color, as her entire body vibrates. She’s panting as she stares at you, and you don’t understand what’s happening. 

She cups your cheek, wiping the tears that are forming away. “Let go baby, Mommy is here to catch you. Show Daddy how good she’s been fucking you. Show her how good she is at taking care of all your pretty little needs.” 

Natasha tumbles forward, wrapping one arm around your waist as she roughly thumbs at your clit. Rutting into you, hitting your soft spot over and over again. The ginger is grunting into your ear, broken whimpers as she works to drag you over the edge. “Your tight little cunt is so addicting. So puffy and soft, dripping and clenching around me like a needy selfish whore. I don’t think I’m going to be able to ever share you with the rest of the group. Maybe you’ll just be our little pet forever.” 

Wanda moans, audibly, at that line. Biting her bottom lip as she leans in, kissing you. It’s sloppy and chaotic, the o ring prevents you from doing anything but letting the brunette take what she wants. “Our little thing to pamper, all you need to do is sit there and let us fill that pretty belly as many times as we want.” She’s leaning her forehead against yours, watching you struggling to even keep your fuzzy eyes open. 

In your barely coherent mind her words just push you closer to the edge, a whine as you struggle to not cum. Natasha’s hand splays across your stomach, imagining what it’ll be like when she can feel more than just her cock inside of you. “You’ll be so pretty filled with our baby. I don’t care whose cum it is that I have to fuck into you, they will be ours. You’ll get to feed them and love them while Mommy and Daddy take care of you.” Her calloused hand is pressing down on your lower belly, moaning as she feels her strap moving inside you. A choppy whine falling from her lips is all it takes to push you over the edge; your entire body shaking violently as your orgasm rushes through you.  

The heat is spreading along your body, bouncing between each place they touch keeping you in a state of euphoria. Each time they speak you can feel yourself leak, tightening around the strap. Clawing desperately at the sheets, you start feeling an overwhelming pressure building in your lower belly. No matter your attempts to move away, the older women keep you exactly where they want you. 

Natasha is rutting into you with no real care in the world, her forehead between your shoulder blades as she puts her entire body into forcing you over the edge a second time. If it weren’t for her hands on either side of your body, you know for a fact that you would have crumbled under the pressure and force she’s moving. You can barely register the way her teeth scrape against your sensitive skin as she mutters,  "Великий праотец, с освященным источником мы клянемся принести грядущим поколениям". (4)

Wanda’s hand returns to your throat, wrapping her fingers tightly around as she pulls your head back up. Slipping her thumb into your mouth, she presses it against your tongue. Your moans and words all become gibberish as your step mother leans in, licking a stripe up your cheek. As her lips meet your temple you hear the sound again, raucous and jarring, it vibrates against your skull as it tumbles over and over from the older woman’s mouth. 

Natasha’s moans are getting higher in your ear, more breathy as her hips move more erratically. Her nails are digging into your skin, and you’re sure that she’s going to leave marks. The way the two sway you between them leaves you disoriented, mind swirling as you try to keep up.   “Cum with Daddy, cum with me malyshka” 

It isn’t until you start feeling a warmth inside you, spreading and coating your insides that you finally do cum a second time. Your orgasm is strong, blinding as it ripples through your body. Even though you’re already shaking intensely, losing the ability to hold yourself up, Natasha has a grip on your hips as she continues to thrust into you. It’s all too much and you want to get away, but Wanda’s is kissing all over your mouth and the only sound you seem to be able to make is filthy moans. 

Stars are exploding behind your eyes as your head bounces around, body just trying to take the thrusts that the ginger is still forcing you to endure. The sheets below you hold a puddle of cum and you hate how sticky it makes you feel where you have half fallen into. You can’t really feel your body anymore, just the warmth inside you and the way your clit jumps. You can feel how tender and raw your pussy is even as Natasha lazily ruts into you. 

"Родина тебя, воинство, в котором наш храм дарует вечную жизнь. Прими дар вечного происхождения, стремления вперед и связанную с ним благожелательность. Жизнеспособность во всем, в чем господствует наше божество, и изгони разврат, откуда он мог прийти. За что праотец, избранный патриарх, панигирировал". (5) The ginger’s voice is soft, spoken against the back of your neck as she leans her entire weight on you. The way she holds you allows you to slip deeper into the fuzzy feeling in your brain, finally taking comfort in the way the two dote over you. 

Twitching and barely grumbling, you whine as you feel Natasha pulling out of you but it’s quickly silenced when she pops something into you. Forcing your eyes open you search for your step mother but Wanda is already standing, excusing herself as she says something about finishing up outside. You try to focus on her blurry figure as she walks away, but your eyes are still heavy and your brain can’t even understand how to move your body voluntarily yet. 

The ginger wraps you up in her arms as she sets you on a bean bag in the corner of your room, a blanket falling to lay over your limp form. Her lips graze your forehead for a moment as she rubs her thumb along your cheek. You pathetically watch her walk around the room, cleaning up, through hooded eyes. Curiously you watch as she carefully picks up the discarded strap and places it in a weird looking bag before she strips the bed. She walks over to some candles that you didn’t notice in the corner, settling the ruined sheet in the middle before kneeling near the crescent shape. 

She’s still kneeling and rocking by the time that Wanda comes back, slightly perking up at that. Your step mother kneels quickly, pouring a thick dark ruby liquid over the sheets as she adds her own chants. She moves hastily and is crossing the floor towards you before your brain can catch up. “Do you want to be on the bed to drink your hot chocolate Little One?” The lazy nod makes her smile and she slips the bottle into her back pocket, lifting you with ease. 

The new sheets are soft and dry, and you settle into them quickly before Wanda slides behind you. Letting you curl up into her warmth and she hands you what looks like a sippy cup. “I didn’t want you to spill it baby.” She disregards you as you whine about being too old, bringing the bottle to your lips as she glares down at you. 

As you drink you observe the woman, there's a shine of sweat along her brow and a few cherry splatters along her collarbone. She catches your confusion and shushes you, running her fingers along your body and tapping the plug that is still inside you. Even though you have so many questions, and the hot cocoa tastes funny, you can feel your brain and body start to go slack. All your thoughts quickly drain from your mind as you feel all your tenseness leaving your muscles. 

Natasha finally slips on the bed, pulling gently at the plug inside you to make sure nothing leaked out. Ignoring your whimper, continuing to play with the only thing keeping the cum inside you, "В этот день мы дарим нашей заветной звезде величайшую капитуляцию, на которую способна новая кровь. Обмен на одного, жизнь, которую нужно отдать, на жизнь, которой нужно быть.” (6) Her hands rub along your thighs, taking note of every mark the two left on your body. “Чтобы быть посвященными тебе как подношение, возлюбленный, свяжи наши души не только со священной землей, по которой ты ходишь, но и с каждым местом, где почва пропитана благословенной кровью наших предков.”(7)  Biting her bottom lip, the ginger gulps as she tries to keep her emotions in check as she finishes. ”Даруй благодать не только высшим из высших, но и прадеду, который, учитывая знания твоего мозга, является нашей дорогой в вечность и вечность в твою честь."(8) 

The ginger voice fades out, body slowly coming to a halt after she had begun to rock. Allowing the silence to lay heavy in the room, she watches the candles flicker before they quickly extinguish without a trace. Natasha finally directs her attention to Wanda, bright forest eyes filled with excitement and curiosity. “Is it done? She is ours?” 

The brunette chuckles lightly, watching as your eyes slip closed. Her hand caresses your cheek, humming as you subconsciously lean into her touch. “The family will be pleased. We’ll bring grandfather the next generation with ease.” 

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1- “Unto Chernobog the glorious figure in which we place utmost tribune and fear. Praise to he who gives us the blood in which our freedom is found. We bring forth the most pure atonement in honor of thee.” 

2- “Bless this dove for she is who we deemed worthy of worship.” 

3- “With each movement, we offer thee purest of beings to the greatest of gods. The forefather of all, bless the innocence to receive the family’s offering. ” 

4-  “Great forefather, with the sanctified source, we vow to bring generations to come.” 

5- “The motherland of thee, a host in which our temple grants eternal life. Take the gift of ever derivation, strides forthcoming and bound by benevolence. Vitality in all that our deity prevails and banish depravity from once it may have come. For which the forefather, chosen patriarch, panegyrized.”

6- “On this day, we give to our treasured star the greatest surrender in which new blood can give. An exchange for one, a life to give for a life to be.”

7- “To be dedicated to you as an offering, beloved, bind our souls to not only the sacred ground you walk but each spot in which the soil is soaked with the blessed blood of our ancestors.” 

Smirking slightly, eyes locked on the bare skin of Wanda’s knee just inches from your face, as your body sways. You’re in a mood today and you know you were already pushing the boundaries, but you just can’t help but want to break every rule. The witch had just about had it with you, ordering you to follow her around on your hands and knees after you had bitten her ankle aggressively while she was on the phone. It wasn’t your fault though, she’s the one who had you kissing her legs as payment for you eating ice cream for breakfast. Her ankle was just there, and if she was going to treat you like Kate then so be it. 

Wanda is typing away on her laptop, something about some stupid business contract that she and Natasha were reading through, and it’s making you grumpy. Every single time you got to hang out with the two lately they have been busy. The two were extremely excited but wouldn’t give you any real details, so you were not only being left in the dark but also neglected. She had you kneeling, widely and comfortably which was generous considering your attitude, but it was doing nothing for your headspace and it just made you even more mischievous. 

Your stomach is quietly rumbling, and you know you’re supposed to ask for a snack especially when you’re already actively in a punishment but you don’t want to eat something healthy. Looking around you notice some of the candy that was left over from the movie night, the moment you scoot to the left a hand reaches out and tangles in your hair. With a sharp painful yank, you’re staring directly into the unamused emerald eyes but you just giggle. “You have been pushing every single one of my buttons today, Detka. My work is very important, and I thought you would have been a good girl while your Daddy and I got everything together.” 

Her words are tense, and you can tell she’s trying to not start something that will last long, but you just smile innocently up at her. “I am being an angel, Mommy.” The taunt leaves your lips like poison, and you can see your bait taking when Wanda snarls down at you. “Maybe you’re just getting old and can’t keep up anymore, did ya ever think of that?” The infamous head tilt strikes a fear response within you, but you hold strong. “Losing your touch, Wanda?” The name is out of your mouth before your brain can catch up, before your body can start running. 

By the time it dawns on you just exactly what you said, the witch’s face is blank. Her grip in your hair is slack, straightening in her seat. She silently turns back to her work, the sound of her keyboard clicking confusing you. What just happened? She was taking the bait, your act was working. You were just about to get what you wanted. Flabbergasted you stand slowly, cautiously as you were still technically being punished, but nothing. A pout forms on your lips as you slowly back away, heading straight to the candy. Again nothing as you pick the box up, and you know that even without her powers she could hear you jiggle the box around. Huffing you walk back to her side, plopping down unceremoniously, and make a huge show of shoving a large handful of the chocolate bites into your mouth. 

She barely flinches, her focus entirely on the document she’s working on. You slump down in your spot, the box of candy falling from your grip. Guilt starts to tug at your brain as your actions of the day start sinking in. Did you break a boundary that you weren’t prepared to? Leaning forward you tentatively let your head nudge against Wanda’s thigh, sighing softly when she doesn’t push you away. You nuzzle your nose there, inhaling her scent for a while. She hasn’t pushed you away yet, and she’s letting you find comfort but do you even deserve it? A whine breaks through your lips at the lack of response you’re receiving, and the hot remorseful tears fill your eyes. You knew that you shouldn’t have been a brat. You knew that Mommy didn’t like brats, but you just got so bored and wanted the attention you weren’t receiving. Your hands shake as they hover around her calf, unable to convince yourself to reach out for comfort. Burying your face into the side of her thigh, you try your hardest to control your emotions but the tears are soaking her pants. 

The soft hand on your head, rubbing soothing circles, startles you. “Little one, are you done being a brat?” Her voice is calm, and you can see her scarlet mist circling around you. A pathetic nod is her only answer and her magic wraps you up, dragging you onto her lap. “Look at me.” Your head is moving to make eye contact with her, even without the help from her finger. “ Мой красивый ангел, Я люблю тебя. No matter how bratty you get, you are mine. Now, you aren’t getting away with it but I do think those bad thoughts were enough punishment for now; can you agree?” Her eyes are soft, searching yours slowly. A miserable sob leaves your lips as you nod swiftly. Her face softens even more as she pushes you to rest your head on her shoulder. 

You sit in her lap for a while, letting her warmth and steady breathing calm you down. “I’ll be here for you, no matter how bratty or sarcastic you get. You always deserve my affection and my comfort, Little One, no matter what. I know you’re bored, and you feel left out, but your Daddy and I are trying our hardest to get a surprise finished. You will know everything when it is time for you to know everything.” You’re nodding, letting your thumb slip into your mouth. The exhaustion of all your emotions begin catching up with you, and your eyes are fluttering shut. “Sleep detka. I’m right here.” 

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Kate rolls, skin sticking to the mat as she grumpily pushes herself into a sitting position. Resting her arms on her knees, she stares up at the smirking widow. “Aren’t you a black belt mutt? A master of many different martial art techniques? All I see is an uncoordinated, unfocused, cocky new recruit.” The mocking tone of the older Avenger makes the brunette grumble as she stands, stretching out her tense muscles. Forest green eyes twinkle with excitement as she watches the brunette drop into a fighting pose, walking towards her discarded bag. “How about we up the ante?” 

The ginger smirk gets more arrogant as she spins back around to look at the archer. She has a rich purple collar hanging from her finger, a gold name tag with “хозяин’s Little Mutt” engraved on it. “You win, and you get to make the decisions tonight. I win and you have no control for the rest of the day, over anything.” 

Natasha smiles at the wild look in Kate’s eyes, the competitive archer bouncing on her toes at the idea of a prize. “You’re on, old lady.” The collar barely falls into the duffle bag when the ginger’s legs are swept out from beneath her, grunting before quickly flipping back onto her feet. “Losing your touch widow? Maybe you should leave the training to the new generation.” The assassin is glaring up at the archer, who is just giggling down at her. 

It doesn’t take much more for the two to start slamming into each other. For once Kate is actually holding her own, her entire focus on the competition put up. She feels strong and sharp, her hits land accurately and the young archer even got a few deflections in. The young brunette’s confidence gets higher the longer she believes that she is doing great, and it makes her work harder to try to keep up with the widow. 

Natasha lets Kate take control of the spar session, letting her gain confidence in her abilities, but the moment that Steve walks in the ginger slams the brunette onto her back. Without even looking back the older woman stands and starts walking over to the super soldier, “I wouldn’t get up if I were you. You’ll be on your hands and knees for the rest of the day.” 

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The warmth of the sun streaming through the curtains wakes you up slowly, a muffled whine tears through your teeth as you stretch. You barely have time to settle back into the plush blankets before Wanda is slipping into the room carrying a tray of food. A bright smile stretches across her face when she notices that you’re awake, “Oh good! I thought I was going to have to deal with a grumpy little one.” Her teasing voice makes you whine, wiggling in your spot as you try to hide your blush. 

You relish in the cute giggle you receive, watching as her nose scrunches. She’s setting the tray near your feet, sitting on the bed as she looks over the spread she brought; waffles, fruit, bacon, eggs, apple juice, and coffee. Her face is slightly flushed, hands shaking some as she starts cutting up the waffles. 

A wave of guilt from earlier washes over you, a knot forming in your gut. “Mommy..I’m sorry for being bratty all day.” Your voice trembles as you try your hardest to keep your emotions at bay. Wanda finished work, cooked food, and you know she cleaned as she always does all while you napped—even though you had been so disobedient all day. “I know you and Daddy would never do anything to purposefully be rude or disrespectful, and I know that you guys will answer every question I have when it’s time for me to know everything.” Tears well up in your eyes and the knot that formed in your stomach is traveling upwards, making it hard for you to speak. 

You watch as she gnaws at her bottom lip, a nervous tick that she picked up from Natasha. She’s staring determinedly at the plate, trying to gather her thoughts as she finishes the task at hand—feeding you. 

It doesn’t take too long, but the heavy silence drowns you as you wait for her to turn to you. Her emerald eyes unfocused as she reaches out to hold your hand, soft fingers drawing whimsical shapes along the inside of your wrist. It isn’t often that you see Wanda completely dumbfounded but it confounds you every time it happens. “You know whenever Natasha and I first talked about opening our relationship we thought it was going to be just for a short period of time, just an occasional one night stand that made our time in the bedroom a little less tiring.” 

Her lips stretch into a small smile, chuckling to herself as she recalls the past. Wanda is mindlessly pushing around food, poking at different bites. The way she spoke about her relationship with the ginger widow usually made you swoon, absolutely enamored with them, but today it just made you apprehensive. “ Malyshka you were never meant to happen, my love.” She finally turns to look at you, dropping your hand in lue of reaching out to cup your cheek. “When your Daddy and I realized just how much of an impact you were on us, we decided that we could no longer just worry about ourselves. The world is not a kind place, as we all know, but we happen to be in a specific part of the world that is just a bit more callous.” 

Her smile is no longer light, or reminiscent, but grim and it pulls on the lump in your throat. “You already know that we set up a plan in case something were to happen to us while we were on a mission.” The statement hangs in the air as it always does whenever the possibility of them not coming back from a mission is brought up. Her thumb catches a tear that rolls down your cheek, “Don’t worry detka this isn’t about that. This is actually something happy, I’m sorry for going down that sad road.” 

Wanda had a habit of getting lost in melancholy thoughts, even when she’s being positive. You adored her for it weirdly enough, but right now the fragile state of your heart was apparently making it difficult. “Little one, you coming into my life has changed how I see the world. I no longer am only stuck in the past. The future—our future in my mind is one of the brightest things I’ve ever been a part of, and I just… I need you to be patient with me? I know you feel like I’m acting differently and that I’m too busy for you, but I need you to know that at the end of the day everything I do is for you. I promised Nat that I would keep our little secret under wraps but it will be amazing that much I can guarantee.” Her face is bright red, and she is refusing to meet your gaze. 

Her rant lingers between the two of you, but before you can really form an opinion and response the witch is turning and feeding you small bites of the breakfast.

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Natasha groans a bit as she stretches, pleased to finally have her feet up. Training not just for herself anymore tires her quicker than she’s used to, but the new generation needs a lot of work. She watches as the young avengers and agents file into the room, a smirk plastered on her face as she watches their shocked expressions get even more wild as they find their co-leader. Kate is on her hands and knees, collar snug around her neck, acting as a footrest for the widow. Peter is sitting next to Kate, trying to make her feel a bit better since this is the first time the Young Avengers will be seeing her in such a position. 

The younger agents and heroes all have a faint blush along their faces as they try not to stare, but Kate’s entire torso is bright red as she glares at the floor in front of her. How could she lose? The archer rolls her eyes at herself as she realizes that she played directly into the older ginger’s plan of getting overly confident. The brunette is pouting as Tony begins to talk, explaining the new process and what will be happening now that the young recruits are officially training and preparing for missions. With Peter and Kate being the only two who have spent time with the OG Avengers, the rest of the team buzzed with excitement especially when the infamous Nick Fury stepped up to speak to the group. 

With all eyes now on Fury, Natasha decides now is the best time to jump into action. Pushing Kate’s head down, forcing her forehead to the cold titles, the widow smirks at the curve to the younger girl’s back. Setting her feet on the floor the widow leans down close to the archer, “Just be lucky that your little team doesn’t have to see you stripped down for me. I know that little needy pussy is dripping already, my pathetic mutt likes the humiliation don’t you?” The ginger’s voice is sharp, coming out as a hiss; her lips moving against the younger girl’s ear. 

Swallowing down the whimper that threatens to tumbles from her throat, Kate’s wide eyes flicker around trying to gauge the attention that she has. Only a couple people, all lower level agents, are focused on her. Her breathy response “Yes, хозяин” makes the widow laugh as she taps her foot onto the ground, clearing her throat as an indication of what she wants. 

A faint hiss falls from Kate’s mouth the moment her covered center makes contact with Natasha’s cool leather boots. Even with the layer of clothes, a small streak of wetness is left apparent on the widow’s shoe. Peter adverts his eyes almost immediately, trying to not choke on his surprise. It isn’t the first time he’s seen someone do something like this, but it’s the first time his best friend has done it in front of him.

The archer is grinding down on the boot before she’s even told, hips moving subtly but effectively. Pulling her lip between her teeth, a feeble attempt at being quiet. “Look at my good little mutt. Your training is coming along nicely.” The praise runs deep in Kate, making her wiggle in her spot. A choked back moan tumbles from her lips when her throbbing clit rubs against the rough lip of the boot’s outsole. 

“Look at your team—“ Kate’s head is forced up by the rough fingers tangling in her hair, nervous eyes scanning across her recruits as they all pointedly look away from her kneeling form. “Even after prepping them for this, you found some of the most innocent college kids I’ve ever met.” The chuckle that leaves her lips sends a shiver down Kate’s spine, causing her hips to rut more aggressively. “Don’t worry, I know with a nasty little bitch like you it won’t be long until your entire team is just used to you being my whore as everyone else.” 

The widow watches as the young brunette’s hips start to lose their rhythm. Scoffing at her, Natasha slips her foot out from under Kate causing her to lose her balance. A deep flush of embarrassment covers the archer’s body as everyone’s heads whip around to look at her. The older Avengers all just easily move on with their lives but the newest recruits all struggle to bring their attention back to the director. 

Natasha ignores the look that Fury shoots at her, instead choosing to focus on Kate who is now panting and squirming around. The widow even decides to ignore him as he begins to talk to her, whispering praise against the raven hair instead. ‘Romanoff, I’m starting to agree with your little girlfriend. The stray is always out of control.” His voice bellows out, looming in the air, heavy against Kate's ears and it drags a feeling of dread through her body. 

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A muted sigh leaves Wanda’s lips as she watches you from across the kitchen, licking at the spoon of brownie batter she gave you. The entire day has been weird, but the few thoughts she’s heard from you let her know that it’s all in her own head. She knows you’re still nervous, scared to do anything wrong, but that was the usual case any time you got in trouble. 

Spinning around in a quick circle you look for Wanda, eyes gleaming when you finally see her leaning against the doorway. “The batter is yummy Mommy!” Holding the empty spoon out towards the witch prompts her to finally cross the room, pushing into your personal space until your back is against the counter. The squeak that tumbles from your lips makes her chuckle, her gaze stuck to your mouth as she reaches up to swipe her thumb across your bottom lip. 

You giggle up at her as she just stares at you, an awe stricken look written all over her face. Rushing to wrap your mouth around her thumb, letting your tongue lick at the drops of batter there, you can’t help but squirm as you watch her eyes darken. A bright smile stretches your lips around her thumb, and there’s an unexplainable lightness as the two of you just exist together. You reach up, letting both of your hands wrap around her wrist, as she helps you slide up to settle on the counter. 

Her mouth opens and closes a few times, watching you wiggle on the cold marble. Her other hand is rubbing against your hip bone, teeth gnawing on her bottom lip as she struggles to say what is on her mind. “Detka you… I..” Wanda lets her forehead rest against yours, eyes slipping closed as she chuckles, a breathy light sound that has you giggling along with it. “Mo-Mommy’s precious Little One.” A gentle kiss on the tip of your nose draws another chortle from you, nuzzling into her palm as you feel your body fill with a fuzzy warmth. The soft streams of sunlight bounces against the sparkling jade of Wanda’s eyes, a sight you can’t help but admire. 

She’s invading your space, forcing you onto your back as she climbs onto the counter. Struggling to breathe as she kisses up your body, rushed and mumbled mantra “m-mine” spoken against your skin like a flame. Her movements are strategic, slow and precise, drawing ragged gasps from you as the anticipation causes your heart to stutter. 

The world around you completely slows down and you know your heart just had to have stopped the moment that the witch’s eyes are looking down into yours. She’s smiling bashfully as her eyes cloud with emotions. Your entire head empties, almost as though someone opened the floodgate on your thoughts letting them fall out onto the floor. Goosebumps spread across your whole body, sending little shakes throughout your nerves but you don’t pay any attention to them–too focused on the Sokovian.

Nothing else mattered anymore as Wanda hovered over you, her bronze hair surrounded the two of you. Unable to blink, scared to even miss a single moment of her attention on you. When her lips meet yours, a passion behind them that she saved just for you and Natasha, she pulls a whimper from you. The way her body molds into yours and her lips move with such sensual vigor leaves you melting into the counter, helpless to the witch. It’s second nature, your body reacting to her, as though you were made for her. 

She had to know what her kisses did to you, the way her tongue glides along your bottom lip leaves you breathless. Giving just enough to keep you wrapped up in her, but never enough to leave you with an air of arrogant confidence. She never truly asks for what she wants, but leaves you begging for her to force her way into your mouth. The tender grip on your jaw surrenders you helpless as she keeps you right where she wants you. Everything she ever does commands respect, and at the very core of it—your submission. 

Intoxication is the only way you can explain it, your mind swirls and blurs the moment her lips graze against you. Whenever her thoughts and actions landed on you, enthrallment bubbled within, leaving you giddy and eager for more. When her hands map out your skin, claiming it as her own, she leaves wildfires in their wake. Burning her mark into you and ruining you for any one who dares to come after her. .

You weren’t sure how long you were laid up on the counter, Wanda groping at your body always left you fuzzy, but it was both of your phones buzzing loudly that broke the two of you apart. A pathetic whine tears through your teeth as she pulls away from you, your foggy brain trying to catch up with what was happening. Sprawled out underneath her, you attempt to catch your breath as she towers over you on her knees. A deep, mocking chuckle shoots shivers down our spine as she reads the text you both received. 

Her sharp manicured nails scratch at your torso as she flips the phone around to show you the pictures that were sent into the group chat. “Looks like your stray lost a bet, detka.” You’re trying your best to focus on the screen but Wanda’s hips have begun to grind down onto you.

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The last of the young agents and recruits leave, following Peter out of the conference room, by the time that Natasha has dragged Kate on top of the table. She ignores the grumbles of Steve, rolling her eyes as he complains about getting behind on mission reports. “If you don’t want to see the show all you have to do is walk out, Flag Boy.” She darkly chuckles as she watches the archer settle as best as she can on her knees, squirming against the solid marble. The widow climbs fully onto the table, kicking off random objects as she walks slowly across it.

Kate’s head is tilted down, knees spread as she sits as pretty as possible for the widow. The feeling of cold metal tapping against her chin forces her gaze up, tipping her head back until it’s uncomfortable. The ginger sees a flash of fear in the younger girl’s eyes, “Oh you’ve never played with this before. Well I wouldn’t worry, mutts like you always love playing with a good stick.” Natasha’s sole roughly connects with the brunette’s clavicle, sending her sprawling onto her back. 

Natasha watches foggy navy eyes dart back and forth, a futile attempt to stay alert. Someone behind them moves, sending a scraping sound echoing through the hushed room. Kate flinches and the Russian’s eyes narrow taking in the reaction, but the archer’s jaw is slack and nonsensical pleading falling from her lips sparks action. Letting the end of her baton trace the young Avenger’s bottom lip as she tries to get up, propped on her elbows with wide clouded eyes. “Don’t pay those stupid boys any attention, моя маленькая сучка. All of your focus should be on me, be a good girl and open that pretty mouth just a bit more.” 

Kate blinks up at the ginger, confusion flooding her system and drowning out any uncertainty. Why was she being so nice, is this not part of the scene? Her hesitation, though only a few seconds, irritates the assassin. The archer’s heart stutters when the end of the baton is shoved past her teeth, scraping roughly against her tongue. Boots kick open her legs as Natasha steps in between, before one settles on her stomach pushing her to lay flush against the cool table. “Relax little mutt.” The muttered reassurance only loud enough to reach the young girl’s ears as the pressure on her stomach gets more intense. “Get your хозяин baton all wet, even though I know there’s no real need. Your pathetic pussy doesn’t need any help, soaking through your flimsy leggings. I haven’t even begun to fuck you and yet you’re making such a mess.” 

The more Natasha talks she can see the cloudy look return in Kate’s navy eyes, and the tension leaves her body. “Why don’t you be a good bitch, go ahead and strip for me.” The archer starts trying to get up but the ginger doesn’t take her baton out of her mouth, only pushes it further into her mouth. “Nuh uh, I said be good. Show off your training, a good mutt doesn’t drop their stick.” Taking her boot off of the younger girl’s stomach, amused green eyes watch as she struggles to get her clothes off. 

When Kate finally spreads her legs, free of confinement, there’s a collective soft gasp when the room sees just how wet she is. Pulling the baton out of the brunette’s mouth to give her a brief moment of relief but  her hips jerk when metal rubs against her inner thigh. “Awww it looks like we have a bit of an issue.” Natasha kneels between her open legs, swiping her thumb across her clit. A pathetic whimper escapes the acher’s mouth, against her own will, and the mocking laughter that follows makes her entire body flush. “It looks like I forgot to bring your favorite strap, oh no! What ever should we do?” 

She’s speaking, the derisive tone, not only to Kate but to the entire room. Unhappy about a specific presence, but ready to show off just a little, Natasha slips two fingers easily into the brunette. “How cute, such a needy little cunt. You don’t even need any prep.” Pumping her fingers, watching with a cheeky grin as she sneaks a third finger into the mix. “It’s like you want to be used in front of all your heroes. Spread so they can see your dripping pussy sucking in my fingers, begging to be filled by something else.” 

Anyone in the room could see the struggle on the CEO’s face as she tries to silence her moans, but the filthy sounds of Natasha’s fingers fucking into her is a clear giveaway. “It’s so cute that you think an adorable little slut like you can stay quiet, what if i just…” Roughly yanking her fingers out, her eyes get stuck on how Kate’s hole gapes. A pitiful whimper accompanies the archer’s hips jerking up, trying to chase after the widow’s fingers. 

Natasha chuckles, a deep and voluptuous sound, as she brings the wet digits to Maria’s mouth. Her emerald eyes stay on the archer’s reaction, watching as she clenches around nothing and squirms at Hill’s appreciative hum. As the commander mumbles out some praise and thanks, the Russian lets the tip of her baton tap against Kate’s prominent clit. 

Leaning down to cup the brunette's jaw, hanging open as she tries to catch her breath, Natasha smiles widely before spitting directly into her mouth. A small drop runs down Kate’s chin, “Such a messy mutt.” Letting her thumb pop into the CEO’s mouth to distract her just enough that when the ginger slips the tip of the baton into her it draws a squeak. “Stop squirming slut, wouldn’t want me to slip and accidentally electrocute you or would you?” Panicked moaning is muffled by the thumb still in Kate’s mouth, pushing further the more noise she makes. 

Everyone in the room can hear how wet the young Avenger is with each rough thrust of the baton, even with her mouth filled her moans are echoing throughout the room. “I bet you like all the eyes on you, don’t you?” Natasha’s question is met with muted yes, but it isn’t good enough for her. Dragging her thumb out of her mouth and swiping a knife from the table, Kate barely has enough time to gasp before she feels the sharp blade against her neck. “I taught you enough tricks to know you know how to speak, bitch.” 

Choking back a sob, the archer scrambles to answer. “I do! I love everyone watching me.” Her voice is strained, trying to avoid the way the knife pricks her skin as it leaves small cuts across her throat. “Пожалуйста хозяин.”  Cobalt eyes darting around, looking for someone to help but all the other Avengers are just enjoying the show. 

The edge of the blade trails down her torso, leaving bright red lines. Crimson leaking down her ribcage, a cough gets the widow’s attention. Head whipping around, but her thrusting never stops, as she makes eye contact with one of her best friends. “I don’t see you complaining anymore Stars, your pole is pretty tall right now.” Natasha rolls her eyes, a disgusted groan falling from her lips as she watches Steve flush in embarrassment.

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Her magic is gentle as it tightens around you, lifting you into the air forcing you to follow behind the witch. Settling into the soft cushions of the couch makes you feel at ease, gazing up at your Sokovian as she mutters something under her breath. Her crimson eyes are scanning down your body, the mystical mist swirling around you two as she finishes what you realize is a spell. 

By the time she finally makes eye contact with you the forest green you adore is back, and you smile cheekily up at her. Wanda turns on the television, before settling behind you in the corner of the large couch. You’re dragged flush against her and you shiver as her breath hits your ear. “Look at the screen Detka.” Displayed on the screen is the groupchat where Natasha has FRIDAY sending you live updates of the meeting that she was in, but instead of boring notes you notice different videos and pictures of Kate. She’s in flimsy clothes and before you know it she’s on table getting played with. 

You aren’t even aware of how audible the whines coming from deep within your throat are, entirely too focused on the grumpy feeling of being left out. Cold hands slip under your shirt causing you to flinch, but the witch is rubbing comforting circles on your soft stomach. “Now Little One, settle down and Mommy will help you.” Her nails are dragging slowly and softly across your torso, tickling slightly. It’s light and usually it wouldn’t do that much for you, but your body is reacting a lot and it causes your head to swim. “You’re already so squirmy, Toy. What’s got you so worked up?” Her voice is entirely too sweet, but your brain is already so fuzzy. 

Eyelids heavy and your jaw slack as you just whimper pitifully. Trying to shove your face into her neck but her free hand grips your jaw, squishing your face as she forces you to look at the television again. She drags her nails up, giggling as your hips jerk the closer she gets to your breasts. Scratching across a strained nipple, Wanda chuckles as you whine and gasp freely but awkwardly with your scrunched up mouth. Palming at your other neglected breast, and purposely letting her arm rub against the breast she just abandoned, the brunette nips at your shoulder. “Do you want to know a secret?” 

She’s moving your head, forcing you to nod but praising you nonetheless. Her hand is traveling back down your body now but you can feel her magic now, vibrating against you as it gains power and grows. The fire that Wanda leaves whenever she touches you burns, bright and everlasting, but the way her magic sets your entire body ablaze was unmatched. Nothing felt better and it always immediately left you needy. 

Her hand is slipping into your pants, glad to have dressed you in loose clothing. She’s letting her fingers press into you as she purposefully moves flamboyantly inside the baggy sweats. The heat radiating from your dripping cunt can be felt even through your panties, useless as they were now ruined. Dragging her nail across the waistband of your cute purple underwear, courtesy of Kate, she uses her grip on your chin to turn your head some. Licking a stripe up your cheek, leaving a kiss on your temple as she smiles widely against you. “I can’t take all the credit for how drenched you are, Мой красивый ангел.” Her eyes flick towards the television, chuckling as she watches Natasha thrust the baton into the archer. It’s wet and filthy, even without the audio you can see the way the younger brunette is dripping onto the table. 

Your fuzzy mind struggles to comprehend her words, eyebrows scrunching as you try to shake your head free. The witch just tuts, humming at your measly attempt at breaking out of her grip. “Mommy…please” Your plea is jumbled, distorted by how she’s squishing your cheeks up and leaving your mouth hanging open. Drool has started falling from your lips, leaving wet marks all over your shirt. 

Even though she hasn’t touched you, you can feel the coil in your stomach is tight. The warmth in your belly is steadily rising, spreading through your body.  She’s pressing against your pelvis now, letting her fingers leave impressions as she plays with your reactions. “Moooommy pleaseee” Her voice taunts you, a high pitched fake whine falling from her overly pouty lips. 

Cloudy unfocused eyes try their hardest to search the room for anything that would give you an idea to help you persuade her to touch you, but all you see is the scarlet mist starting to settle across the entire couch. Tapping against your squishy cheek is your only warning as Wanda shoves your face back towards the screen, “Don’t worry little one, your Daddy will take care of you. Mommy is just here to make sure everything goes as planned.” 

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Watching as Kate’s body stretches to take the baton makes Natasha chuckle, but each time someone moves the archer’s muscles tense. “Still paying so much attention to those around you, little bitch? When you should be completely and fully focused on me?” Snarling down at her, the widow moves her beloved weapon faster. “I know you’re close, and I know deep down you’re already ready to beg me to cum but my sweet naive little mutt won’t be asking me. You like everyone else’s eyes on you so much so go ahead and ask them.” 

Kate’s eyes widen, body flailing a bit but the sting of the blade piercing her collarbone makes her freeze. “Хозяин, please I’ll be good.” Her body is obviously betraying her as her thighs start shaking, and broken whimpers falling from her lips as she babbles incoherently. Forest eyes blink, slowly and intently, listening to the mumbled words. 

The ginger just hovers above her, leaning heavier and heavier against her collarbone. A smug, entirely too wide smile stretches Natasha’s face. Letting the knife clatter as she drops it onto the table, the assassin leans up onto her knees before pulling the dripping wet baton out of the younger girl. “Knees now.” The command is muttered, barely audible as she waits for the brunette to shakily pull herself up. Tangling the raven hair into her fist yanking her head back until all the room could see her tear stained face, flushed as her entire body heaves trying to regain composure. 

An absolutely filthy moan tears through Kate’s throat when the widow lightly taps the baton against her clit, a small shock of electricity shooting through her body. Her entire body lurches forward, almost tumbling face first into the table but the fingers tangled in her hair keep her up on her knees. “Show off that pretty face, mutt. They all want to see it.” The baton slips a bit as Natasha tries to push it back into the archer, leaving the girl shaking in anticipation. Letting the cool metal slide through the wetness, dragging ragged breaths from the brunette before pushing the baton back into her. 

Not letting her have a moment to re-adjust, Natasha puts her entire body into rutting the weapon into Kate immediately dragging her back dangling over the edge. The pace is brutal, but it drains all of the archer’s thoughts and pulls her back under the fog. Her ocean eyes glaze over as she lets her body sway and jerk along with the widow. “Be a good slut and ask these nice people if you can come for them.” The widow’s mouth grazes against her ear, relishing in the trembles that wrack the brunette’s body. 

It takes a few minutes and a few different tries as Kate sobs her way through asking each Avenger and agent in the room, struggling through moans. Natasha mostly just gives silent praise with each person that she gets through until she sees Carol sitting forward, a muted excitement as she waits for her turn. 

A cold glare goes ignored as the captain’s entire focus is on Kate, so when it’s her turn the widow yanks the archer’s head up painfully–cutting off her words. “Now now Little Mutt, you wouldn’t wanna do something to make me mad at this point of time; would you?” The tone of her voice makes the brunette babble, sobbing out apologies and promises to skip the Kree hybrid. Once Natasha is satisfied and her counterpart has continued asking permission to the last bit of the group, the ginger focuses on pushing her farther over the edge. 

Rough and scratchy voice almost completely pulls Kate from her warm fuzzy mindset, drying her eyes almost immediately as she fights against her instincts. The way her handler is fucking into her distracts her just enough, but as the older agent speaks the nerves near the base of her neck sends pain running along her body. He’s toying with her, acting like he isn’t sure if she should be allowed to cum. Everyone else is loving it, eating up his confidence to mess with Romanoff’s property, but only the ginger sees the internal battle that the young Avenger is having. 

“Enough. You’ve lost your privilege, such a pathetic excuse of a man can’t even make up his mind.” She’s pulling Kate up, letting her adjust so that she’s comfortably laying back against her torso. The widow has her hand wrapped tightly around her throat as she thrusts the baton, roughly and as best as she can at such an awkward angle. “Ignore the rest of them little mutt. You can cum, you’re going to cum. Just for me now.” It doesn’t take much more, just the whispering against the raven haired girl’s ear to let her fall beneath that foggy wave in her head. “Cum for your хозяин. Be my good girl and cum for me.” 

It’s all too much, all too quick, as Kate’s brain starts drowning underneath the weight of her own thoughts. Her brain is fighting against the warmth and the mist that Natasha is trying to settle her into, and it’s frustrating as her body hasn’t quite caught up to her thoughts. She earned this orgasm but she won’t be able to enjoy it if her brain won’t shut off. Unsure of when a steady stream of tears started flowing down her cheeks, Kate wasn’t even sure of her own feelings and couldn’t sort her own brain out. 

She knew that her body was nearing the end of its ability to fight off the impending orgasm, and she wanted it more than anything–no she needed it this time. Through the war in her brain the archer doesn’t even realize that her body is shaking, cumming around the baton. She doesn’t even register that she's babbling out thank yous, or slouched bonelessly against Natasha. Kate doesn’t even take note of the praise, only coming back to the present when the widow’s baton leaves a searing line along her torso. 

Her eyes finally focus as she takes in the now empty room, abs still twitching from the shocks from the baton. “There’s my mutt, I thought you would be stuck in your head forever.” The widow’s voice is quiet, mumbling against her shoulder where she is looking down at her body. Slowing trailing the cum covered baton across her thighs. “You did so good for me today, but your brain went somewhere.” Blue electricity snaps as it travels along the baton, nipping at Kate’s thighs in bursts of pain. Strings of cum acting as the perfect conductor to supercharge the strikes, the pain sending the archer deeper into the fog she was searching for earlier. 

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Your legs were spread open, Wanda’s overlapping them to keep you as still as possible. Her arm was wrapped around your torso and her free hand was tangled in your hair, tugging your head back to leave your pulsepoint open. “You're so pretty when you’re desperate. Such a miserable little toy when no one is around to play with you. Isn’t that right?” Her voice is muffled against your jaw, where her teeth are nipping at the thin stretched skin. 

All of your senses are overwhelmed, the crimson smog has infiltrated your entire body and everything is just obscenely sensitive. You can barely keep your eyes open to watch the way Kate is being fucked, Natasha smug as ever; but you can feel it. Every single movement and thrust, it’s like your Daddy is right there between your legs. It’s not enough though, and Wanda knows this. Her magic leaves you wanting more, leaving you just out of reach of what you really want. 

Helpless as she holds you tight, you can feel her hardened nipples against your back and it makes you entirely too aware of the effect this is having on her. The more you wiggle against her, your butt snug against her covered center, the more she lets out feebly concealed groans but you both can feel her wetness soaking through the layers between you. 

You can feel the way Natasha is dangling Kate over the edge, the way her muscles are tight and shaky with anticipation. It isn’t enough. It’s never enough. When you feel Wanda laugh behind you, stroking at your stomach in mock comfort, you can’t help the pathetic whine that tumbles from your lips. The grip in your hair tightens when you try to look at her, only getting a flash of the ruby eyes you’re forbidden from looking into. Slipping under the waistband of your sweats, the hand that tried to comfort you teases at your neglected clit; easing under your panties. 

Begging comes easy when she swipes past the place you need most, rubbing at the spot where your thigh starts. You aren’t entirely sure what words are comprehensible, but your mouth can’t catch up to your brain. No words could truly get across what you felt, your body only feeling the ghosts of actions happening a state away short circuiting your thoughts. Seemingly Wanda takes mercy on you, letting her palm settle on your clit and two fingers to dip into you. 

She doesn’t move, not even an inch after she settles her hand comfortably. “I said I would help, but that doesn’t mean I will be doing all the work. Show Mommy how much you want to cum.” Your hips are moving before she even finishes her words, grinding down onto her. Your eyes roll back, relief flooding your system as you finally feel something real. 

Intoxication, once again, is the only way you can describe it. The way she reels you in, and lets the line out, is deliberate and smart. Leaving you hanging until you are delirious with need, a pliable toy for her to play with. She builds you up, fanning the fire that grows with each push and pull. It’s slow and leaves you completely at her mercy, brain completely flooded with thoughts of only Wanda–just as she likes and just as she knows only she can. 

It doesn’t take much, your neglected clit grinding against the calloused heel of her hand and your cunt trying to suck in her fingers with a dire need. You can just make out Kate desperately clawing at Natasha, a sure sign that she’s about to fall over the edge. You feel her orgasm building before your own, too focused on knowing what she is feeling that when your own coil shatters it’s a mindblowing surprise. The intense fire ripples out over your body, washing you in a heat that over takes your entire body as it shakes and shudders. 

Relishing in the high as you float along the overwhelming bliss it’s a complete ambush when Wanda’s hand slaps down on your pussy, sending a searing pain through your body. Startling you and effectively ending your orgasm early, the beginnings of a tantrum are on the tip of your tongue when you feel the ghost of Kate’s coil shattering. Causing an intense empty feeling, as your brain reacts to something that your body can no longer feel and you roll around in between the witch’s legs miserably. 

An unamused look is the only response you receive as she watches you, waiting for you to realize that you won’t be getting any sympathy from her. Settling for your best doe eyed look and cute pouty lip, you gaze up at Wanda. “Don’t give me that look, Malyshka. You’re lucky a ruined orgasm is all you get for how bratty you were earlier.” The tilt of her head silences your arguments, though you know that she hears them when she raises an eyebrow at you. 

Rolling her eyes, Wanda switches the television to some random animated movie with a flick of her wrist. “You did very good, Little One, but you did need to be punished. I told you that those bad thoughts you had were punishment enough for the time being, but that time expired and you needed to be reminded of your place.” Her tone was soft, but reprimanding and it made you shrink in on yourself. You knew your training and you knew what your role was in this dynamic, and while the others found amusement in your brattiness you knew that Wanda had trained you better than that. “My prized toy, this was just a bump in the road. I know we have had a few of those recently, but everything is a learning curve.” 

Nodding your head as you listen, you move around so that you can curl up on her lap. Wanting to find more comfort you shove your face into her neck, sucking on the muscle in her neck as you listen. Enjoying the way it vibrates, an extra thing to ground you, as she continues to talk. She’s deterred from her explanation, knowing there was no reason to spend too long berating you after your talk earlier as well. Instead she’s talking about her day and the random things that you have missed from your time apart. The two of you see each other most days of the week, but sometimes your schedules just don’t mix well or other plans get in the way so you always enjoyed hearing about the small details of what you may have missed. 

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You’re half asleep curled up in the huge bed, the sounds of rain tapping against the window of the master bedroom in the penthouse when Kate starts sitting up. Shoving your face into the pillow she abandons, you try to keep your eyes closed for as long as possible but the moment she’s poking at you that idea goes out the window. “Have…you ever thought about like.. the future?” 

Rubbing at your eyes, you push yourself up to lean against her. Reaching out to grab her hands, tangling your fingers together so that she can’t tug at the loose thread on the blanket anymore. The silence wrapped around the two of you like a heavy blanket, and even though you wanted to stay awake you could feel sleep creeping back into your head. Clearing your throat, “Our future?” 

You watch as Kate’s eyes twitch, uncertainty filling her features but she stays silent. The midnight blue cloudy with sleep and fear. Tracing patterns along her arm, giving yourself some time to wake up as much as possible and put some thoughts together. “My love..” Your hand is reaching up before you realize, tilting her chin down to look at you. “I’m not going to lie. Thoughts about the general future are.. Not really in my vision right now. Most of my energy is going into finishing school and getting a raise at work.” You watch your girlfriend’s throat bob, swallowing down whatever emotion she’s feeling. “But you… you’re always right there. Nothing makes sense, all my thoughts are all over the place and I feel like I’m constantly drowning; but Kate you’re the only thing that never wavers.” 

“What…what about Wanda and Natasha?” The question lingers in the air. Your mouth opening and closing, your brain unable to wrap itself around the weight of the insinuation behind such a simple sentence. The past four years should be enough to show where you stood in their lives, but you were never one to have confidence in history. 

The clock ticks, steady, as you struggle to answer. The heavy thoughts from a few days ago are still fresh in your mind, an unhealthy habit that you never truly broke free of. No matter the words spoken to you, or sent to you since then, you can’t shake the feelings deep rooted within you. The longer the two of you sit there in silence, the faster the warmth from the comforter escapes causing you to shiver in the cold of the night. Kate is pulling you back down onto the bed, letting you curl into her. 

Sharing a lazy, sleep heavy kiss makes your heart stutter. Pulling away to see her dark eyes, illuminated in the moonlight that leaks into the room behind the curtain. Breathless as you blush furiously under her attention, her eyes spoke of all the love she held for you and the devotion was overwhelming the longer you got lost in the sparkling navy. Finally looking away you let your head fall against her chest, listening to her heart beat; smiling at the slightly too fast thumps. 

There in the silence, wrapped in the safety of the love of your life’s arms, you say the words you never dared utter out loud before. “I’m whatever they want me to be..that’s..the only thing I ever truly know of them.”

You weren’t aware of the deep forest eyes watching as you danced with your friends in the club, a few drinks in and no show of stopping anytime soon. The group had no idea when everyone would go home, a Friday night after a huge test meant everyone wanted to party until they couldn’t remember their names.Someone knew when you were going home, had your entire night planned down to how many drinks you would be having. Not once did they let you out of their sight, after months of observation and planning everything was ready. 

The anxiety and stress that you felt the past few weeks was melting out of your brain as you downed more and more shots. Stumbling towards the bar you yell over the music asking for another drink, but the man just shakes his head before walking away. Whipping around to try and find your friends, jumping when you come face to face with the ginger. In your intoxicated state it takes your brain far longer than you would normally would have to recognize who was standing in front of you, but when you finally do your jaw drops. “Oh m’gosh! You’re ‘lack widow!” 

The woman in front of you cringes internally at your slurred speech, cursing herself for letting you drink so much, but she smiles softly at you regardless. “I am, sweetie. Are you okay? You seem far too drunk to be left alone.” You stumble forward just on time, cursing yourself at your clumsiness in front of the Avenger. “Let me accompany you home? I can drive so you don’t have to walk.” She watches as you melt just from her simple words, smug at how quickly you agree. 

You watch with wide delighted eyes as Natasha pays off your entire tab, making sure you pocket your credit card. She also quickly helps clean up any mess that you created, letting each one of your friends know that she would be escorting you home. Tipping not only each bartender, but each bouncer, as she tied up any loose ends that you may be leaving behind. Lastly she even had you use the bathroom before you left, holding your bag as she waited patiently outside the door after checking that you would have the entire bathroom to yourself. 

She easily guides you outside, her strength coming into play each time you stumble or sway too much. You’re talking loudly, asking her what car is hers but she just stays silent; nodding politely at people as you pass them. Basically swooning when she opens your door for you, you giggle as you crumble in the passenger seat of her Stingray. 

It doesn’t take much time for you to be excitedly climbing all over, leaning heavily against the dashboard with your face squished against the windshield. Mumbling out slurred directions, you try your hardest to direct the ginger on where to go to get to your house but unbeknownst to you she had every single route from the bar possible memorized. Playing along with your excitement each time you saw a landmark you recognized, she bathed you in praise and relished in each happy wiggle she got in return. 

Even though she drove at an exceptionally slow pace, an attempt to keep you safe as you clambered around the car, she felt as though the two of you arrived at your apartment all too quickly. Pulling up in front of your building, she makes sure the coast is clear before walking around the car to open your door for you. You stare up at her, admiring her face as the moon and street lights illuminate her.

Stumbling as she drags you out of the car, “C-come inside please just for little yknow.” You tangle your fingers in her flowy shirt, humming in appreciation at the soft fabric. “Please…just at least to help?” You’re unsure of where this clinginess came from, the need to act cool in front of her slowly disappearing at the idea of the widow leaving your life just as quickly as she entered. 

Natasha acts naive, innocent even, as she humbly agrees to make sure you get in bed with water and ibuprofen. Her devious smirk only appears once your focus is on the door, fumbling to unlock it. Her steady hand lands on yours, her warm body pressing against your back. Entirely too buzzed you don’t question how she knows your intricate passcode, instead giddy as you drag her into your home. Spinning to show her everything, slurred rambling as you point things out. 

She nods along, mindlessly listening to random facts about trinkets she already knows about, as she moves around your kitchen. Getting you a Gatorade, not water knowing you won’t drink it, and a snack she sighs as she looks around for your medicine. “Do you think you can find your pain meds by yourself drunkie, or will that be too much for your fuzzy little brain?” Watching you salute, taking your given job extremely seriously, the ginger smirks as she cracks open the capsule from her bracelet into your drink. 

By the time you come back, tripping over your own feet, triumphantly holding a bottle of pills above your head Natasha had already set the food by your bed and gotten you pajamas. Before she can stop you, you’re stripping at the excited idea of wearing something she wants to see you in. “Than’u it’s sooooo comfy!” Flopping onto the bed, you roll around as you look up ar her. She’s watching you, careful eyes, as she waits for you to calm down. 

Reaching out to hold your hand, she pulls you into a sitting position gently. A smile on her face as she brings the tray of food and drinks over, “Do me a favor, dove, just get a little bit of something in your stomach? For me?” 

The way she’s looking at you will forever be engraved in your mind, something you would never be able to deny. You can’t even attempt to fight her, gobbling up the pretzel sticks and downing the gatorade greedily. You preen under her attention, wiggling at the small achievement of earning her momentary praise. Quieting down as you settle in bed, head nestled in the pillows as your attention turns to the quiet television show she turned on. 

You’re blissfully unaware of how she watches you, sharp eyes waiting for a flash of cherry red haze. It only takes a few moments, blinking as if you have something in your eyes before you have an urge to be near her. Natasha is sitting at the edge of the bed, a normally respectable distance but you need her closer and that is starting to scare you. 

It doesn't take long for the widow to realize you’re squirming, a distressed look on your face, and she knows that you truly are the perfect little experiment for her own serum. Her rough calloused hand slips across your jaw, turning your head back and forth before it closes around your throat. Inspection of you doesn’t take long, your mind clearing from its initial hit of serum all too quickly for Natasha. 

Once your eyes do clear, and you’re able to ignore the way your pussy throbs and your muscles shake, the widow can see the anger rising. She watches the way your body tenses, and she knows your fight or flight is kicking in. Even though she’s expecting it, the way you flail about surprises her. Your fist only an inch or two away from her face, you keep trying to strike her but it’s almost as though she’s inside an invisible box. Hitting the unseen wall over and over again, you stare in shock at your own hand. 

You try pulling it back, gently pushing your palm forward but you are able to cup her cheek. Stuttering, you want to ask what is going on but the words are lost in your throat. Gasping you try to breathe as you can feel the panic filling your body, something was weird and you knew that it had to be some sort of Avenger science or maybe something from Russia. This was all too much and your favorite hero was suddenly turning into a dark shadow that would loom over you for the rest of your life. 

Before you can even try to escape, still on your back, as an electroshock travels through your body radiating from the small red electric disk now stuck on your body. Paralyzing, you can feel the energy swarming through your body and the scream that rips from your throat is shrill. She’s moving your body, manipulating it as she wants and for some unknown reason you just let her. 

Spread out on the bed, you try your hardest to figure out a way to escape. This was your room, your home, and you still felt trapped. You’re unsure of what she did to you but you feel sluggish and it’s almost like you can’t move as she walks away. The widow is only gone momentarily but the moment she settles back on the bed, your heart beat seemingly settles down. 

Natasha reaches for you, rough hands running up your thighs as she watches your abs tense from her touch. “You know, you were so cute and just so excited to put on the clothes I wanted.” She pulls at the flimsy crop top and skin tight booty shorts, chuckling at just how naive you are. “It was so easy to get you right where I want you, it’s almost pathetic. Almost too easy.” Her hands are ghosting between your legs, running her nails along the most sensitive parts of your lower body. 

The tearing of your shorts doesn’t surprise you, your brain working overtime to attempt to be one step ahead of what was happening. If you could come to terms with it, maybe you could find the strength to fight it. You curse your body for reacting to the way she touches you, knowing that your crush on her doesn’t help, when her fingers touch your uncovered pussy. She can see the wetness shining in the dim lighting, and she uses her thumb to smear the slick. “If you really wanted me to stop, don’t you think you would be just a little less wet?” 

Her hands are everywhere, pulling at your nipples and scratching down your torso. You want to keep your eyes open to try and stay alert but you can’t help when they slip closed. It shouldn’t come as much of a surprise when you feel your fingers probing you, poking and pulling you open. She’s inspecting you again, silently. It shouldn’t make an intense wave of arousal hit you, but you know she sees the wetness gush out of you as she opens you up. 

The ginger makes an appreciative noise, deep in her throat before she begins to push 2 fingers into you. She grunts when she meets resistance, you're wet but still tight. Ignoring the way you squirm away, trying to kick and claw at her hand, Natasha just moves her fingers faster. Occasionally letting her thumb rub at your clit, hard and throbbing. It isn’t long until she notices the changes. 

No matter how hard you want to say you hate the way her long rough fingers move inside you, you can’t deny how close you are. It’s embarrassing but after months, almost years, of crushing on the infamous Black Widow how could you not react so easily to her. You had yearned for someone to treat you roughly, to take you and use your body as they pleased, but you never had found someone that wasn’t too scared to do it. 

Even as you realized each step she was going to make, you weren’t finding the strength to truly fight it. If anything you were finding ways to excuse her, to let yourself fall into her web. Your body was already cracking under the pressure, arousal leaking down your thighs and into the sheets below you. It was only a matter of time before your brain fully caught up, you knew that you didn’t have the mental strength to go up against someone so highly trained like the Black Widow.  

Your body was getting used to the force that Natasha was shoving her fingers into you, creeping towards the edge. The way your body’s temperature rose slowly signified the steady build of your orgasm. Reduced to just quiet pants and moans, you wanted to beg the widow to move faster–to take what she wanted. 

Unbeknownst to you, you never had to ask or tell the ginger to take what she wanted from you. You were naive and innocent to what she had infected your body with. From this moment on you would be hers, to do whatever she could imagine doing to you. She was being generous by stretching your body, stretching her pussy. 

Ownership was something the Russian always struggled with, after years of never truly having something of her own, but when she saw you she knew that no one else would ever touch you. Months of planning and creating the perfect serum, all so that you would be laid out underneath her. All so that she could finally own something all by herself, her favorite thing–you. 

Your moans and the warmth in your stomach were driving you crazy, it felt like she wouldn’t just shove you over the edge. Straddling the line between ecstasy and torture, you let your mouth fall open. Jaw cracking as you mewl, begging to be touched with more purpose. 

Through hooded eyes you see your jade counterpart’s roll, an annoyed grunt breaking through barred teeth. “Such a needy little thing even after fighting me. Have you learned your lesson yet?” Her question goes unanswered when she pulls her fingers out, tucking the last two in. She’s enchanted as she watches your leaking red pussy open up, stretching to take four of her digits. 

It isn’t gentle, and she’s shoving them inside you, but it’s enough to make you topple over the edge. Your back arching, and a scream tearing through your throat. It isn’t exactly the most pleasurable orgasm, entirely too mixed with intense waves of pain. It’s short lived, the widow yanking her fingers out of you and leaving you clenching around nothing. Your slick dribbling slowly out of you and coating your thighs even more. She leaves you a sticky mess as she stands, wiping the wetness from her hand on your heaving stomach. 

As you’re still trying to recover, Natasha starts moving you. Chastising you when you begin to whine, pulling and pushing you so you’re on your knees. Her touch is almost gentle as she guides you into the position she wants. Your face is pushed into the bed, drool soaking the fabric as you try to breathe. Something settles along your torso, possibly her own body, but you’re overstimulated and your senses can’t make sense of anything.  

You hear metal clanking rapidly, almost high pitched, and it makes your blood run cold. Ragged breathing as you try to bring air to your lungs with your face is pushed into the warm damp sheets. The pressure between your shoulder blades and along your hips keeps in place, even as your muscles twitch as the anxiety builds. The sound was familiar, but you couldn’t quite place it. 

A cool heavy steel trails along your ribs, tapping teasingly against each bone. “You wanna play a game, malysh?” She mocks you, seemingly giving you a choice. Her hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head up. The shiny revolver obstructs your blurry vision as you gulp down as much oxygen as possible, as quickly as possible. “You know where I come from, don’t you красивая девушка?” 

The stickiness of her bright wine colored lipstick pulls at the thin skin along your ear, leaving remencance of the stain. You can feel the exhaustion in your bones, the ginger’s actions of the night catching up already. Nodding, you can’t even bring yourself to say anything. She’s humming, prompting you. “I-I know a lot ab-bout you.” Voice hoarse, stuttering and falling over syllables, you try your hardest to listen to her. 

She laughs, it’s silent but shakes her chest as she leans heavily against you. Tapping the barrel of the gun against your cheek, “Right my precious little fan. You know all about me. Well don’t worry darling, all that precious information stored in your brain will come in handy.” The widow shoves you forward, pulling and pushing your body as she flips you onto you back. 

Natasha settles comfortably between your legs, swinging the fun around her pointer finger as she coos over you. She sits back and observes you, head tilting as you squirm below her. Running your thumb along your dripping slit, she can’t help but admire the string of wetness that catches and dangles as she pulls away. 

You try to shake your head, no matter her experience you didn’t want to shamelessly gamble your life for a night with the spy. She just giggles, like a schoolgirl. “All you have to do is tell me what you know about me, lyubov'. That’s all. I know that pretty little head is filled with who I am and all the little facts you know about me, so this should be simple. Say a fact and you’re safe, and get played with. Say something false, and I pull the trigger. Who knows though, maybe you’ll enjoy that too.” She looks so innocent as she talks down to you, but you can’t focus on her tone right now. 

Chest heaving, you watch her with wide eyes as the previously forgotten fear reignites as the older woman precariously plays with the gun. A sadistic grin stretches her face, pulling her cheeks just a bit too much. “Dontcha wanna play with me, detka?” Tapping the bottom of the grip on your lower belly, Natasha smirks. Your head is shaking vigorously, pathetic whimpers tumbling from your mouth. Your fist swings out again, a pitiful attempt at hitting the ginger one last time. Struggling as your hand hits that invisible wall again, she just slowly lowers it down to the bed. “Too bad you don’t have a choice.” 

Her calloused thumb swipes at your throbbing clit, smiling as your hips jump trying to chase after the spark of pleasure. She shushes you, smoothing her hand across your lower belly. Her gaze flickers up to watch your reactions, jade peaking through lashes as she taps the muzzle against your puffy red cunt. Natasha makes a noise, your only chance at a warning before she’s shoving the barrel of her gun into you. Watching you stretch, raw and red, around the cold smooth metal she has to bite her lip to suppress her own reactions. 

The moan that tumbles from your lips is involuntary, and the sounds only get worse as she forcibly ruts her beloved weapon into you. “First fact, princess.” When you just wither beneath her, too focused on your own arousal, she cocks the gun. The click ringing out, a stark contrast to your mewls. “Don’t keep me waiting, dove. It’s rude and my patience wears thin.” 

You stutter through the first couple facts, all things the public knows of. The most common facts that cannot be disputable; her alias, her training and community upbringing, and her status within the government as an Avenger. It wasn’t until she rubs your clit, dragging the wetness across your skin, that your mind swirls again. Broken gasps you mumble out, “You killed the overseer of the Red Room”.  

The ginger laughs, a short gleeful thing, as she shakes her head. “Poor baby, your head is already so foggy and the game has just begun.” You hear the menacing sound of the gun click, stalling, as she pulls the trigger for the first time. Even as the fear rings through your skull, sinking into your bones, you can’t help but the wetness that drips out of you and the way you clench around the slowly warming steel. A breathy please falls from your lips, and you aren’t exactly sure what you’re pleading for. 

A second wrong fact tumbles from your lips, jumbled and almost incomprehensible, as you beg the widow for mercy. Nothing you say deters her, even as you correct your previous statement. You knew that she didn’t go to kill Tony, just to see if he was dying but in your haze you said the wrong thing. Apologies and sobs wracking your body as you try to take back your mistake, but she’s pulling the trigger before you can stop her. Your hands are gripping your wrist but your fingers won’t move no matter how much you try to claw at her skin, a measly attempt to pry her away from you. 

Natasha shoves the barrel roughly into you, a piercing pain shoots through your body as she mumbles for you to continue. Her eyes trained at your body, it’s almost like this is mindless for her not even breaking a sweat. It’s almost like she’s angry at the fact that the bullet and chamber have yet to align. “You w-wear the arr-ow for Cl-lint.” Stuttered though true, your fact makes her chuckle. The green eyed woman just thrusts into you harder, dragging you closer to the edge. 

Through hooded eyes you watch her, eyes flickering back and forth between the way her bicep tenses and how the vein in her neck pulses. Distracted you stutter on your next fact, “Y-y um dance um ta–”. Even though you never finish your sentence, the sight of the gun rubbing against the most sensitive part inside of you, the assassin knows you were going to mess up. The longer she’s moving inside you, the harder you find talking and thinking. It terrifies you how much you like the feeling of the steel inside you, how you drip around the cylinder. 

The coil in your stomach cracks when you hear the widow cock the gun, body twitching when she pulls the trigger again. She has you dangling over the edge, almost like you were on a string. Dragging her nails down your thigh, leaving bright red streaks and a burning sensation. Her actions are almost teasing, toying with you as you squirm and moan under her. 

Natasha’s voice is soft, almost comforting, as she stares down at you. Her eyes almost soft, nurturing, as she fucks her gun into your sore cunt. “Such a desperate little whore, I can barely move my gun from how tight you are.” Reaching up to cup your breast, she pinches your hardened nipple ruthlessly. Tugging at it until your back arches, trying to relieve some of the pain. 

It’s a spreading warmth, stinging, as the redness explodes across the goosebump covered swell. Your brain can’t keep up, swirls of pain and arousal clouding all your thoughts. “Give me another one, now.” Hissing, her voice strikes in your bones. A shiver running down your spine as you try to keep your orgasm at bay. A small part of you still wanted to be defiant, to try and fight in the only way you can. You knew you couldn’t physically do anything to hurt her, but you could take hits at her ego. 

The longer you delay the inevitable, whimpers and whines filling the air as you focus solely on the pleasure, the angrier the ginger gets. She’s jamming the gun harder into you, her muscles flexing with each push. Forcing your breath and your heart beat to stutter, jumping along with the force of her ruts. “Play my game, you worthless whore. Play or I’ll play without you.” Wrapping her hand around your throat, she hovers over you. 

Her weight is almost completely on your neck as she looks down at you. You babble panickedly, wheezing as you try to fight for your life. Unsure of the words you even say, you thrash violently at the clicking of the gun. Legs flailing, kicking helplessly at air, as your body goes into full fight or flight mode. Throat raw as you scream, the shrill sound cut short as Natasha slams you down. 

“No matter how much you fight, princess, you can’t deny the way you're teetering. Barely clinging to the edge. You’re not going to last much longer, so why must you fight me?” Clenching, each word she speaks to you wears the rope you’re hanging from thin and dropping you farther and farther over the edge. She pulls the trigger again, pulling the hammer down immediately to pull the trigger once more. “Looks like you only have one more chance, little dove.” 

Your entire body is shaking, and you can barely understand a word she says. The overwhelming weight of the barrel inside of you is the only thing you can focus on, the pull of the smooth metal as it thrusts. It’s no longer cool, your temperature heating it up. Whining you try to get her to understand your frustration, the way she’s clouding your judgment and stripping you of your ability to coherently speak. 

It doesn’t matter anymore as the rope falls apart and you slip over the edge. She struggles to keep the barrel inside of you, the force of your orgasm not only shaking your entire body but the gush of wetness escaping you is even stronger. The way she moves doesn’t slow, if anything she puts her entire body into how she jams the firearm into you. Her fingers grip your jaw, clawing until your mouth falls open. Your moans are garbled, drool and spit filling your mouth unable to escape except for a few drops leaking down your flushed cheek. 

The ginger pulls the gun from your leaking cunt, pulling your body to let your center lay flush against her thigh. Your hips are grinding before she can even demand you to move, chasing the high that you’re on. Natasha leans back, rolling her eyes as she watches you hump her leg. “You’re fucking disgusting.” Wiping her gun along your torso, your slick is cool against your heated skin. You’re entirely too lost in your pleasure, heavy eyes blurry as they try to watch the woman above you. 

It’s the exact moment that your body finally settles, muscles gently vibrating with the aftershocks of your waning orgasm, that you see the widow’s arms move quickly. Cocking the gun you can see up the sight just for a moment, before she pulls the trigger. The bullet is loud as it pierces the mattress next to your head, fluff and fabric exploding. It makes the blood in your veins run cold and the high you were on plummet back down to Earth. 

Fuzzy brain, clearing slowly, you stare wide eyed up at Natasha. “Y-You were actually going to shoot me?” You can’t stop stuttering, gasping, as you realize how close to death you truly were. The shaking is back with a vengeance, almost like your entire body is plugged in. This entire time you believed that it was all just a game, a thing for the Avenger to scare you with so that you would be more open to having sex with her. 

The Avenger smiles, cupping your cheek and smoothing her thumb over the flush she finds there. She licks the cooling metal, humming at the taste she finds there before letting the gun fall heavy on the sheets. “And yet, my darling, your body is still shaking and aching for my touch.” When your hips try to move against her body, she shakes head. “Nuh uh, you’re done for the day. I can’t push you too much.” She’s shifting to sit next to your collapsed body, ignoring the pathetic whimpering falling uncontrollably from your mouth. 

You are struggling to breathe properly, heavy pants filling the air as the two of you sit silently on the bed. She’s gently pushing your matted hair away from your sweaty forehead, and wiping away the stream of tears you weren’t even aware you were crying. Natasha lets all the emotions that you are feeling to be let out, the entire thing overwhelming you but she doesn’t want you to completely shut down after just one play session. 

The quiet doesn’t last long, the widow pushing your body to sit up. Your entire body feels weak, unstable, as you sway in your spot. She’s the only grounding factor you have in the moment, and you hate how pitiful you seem. Natasha is trying to get you to move faster, shoving at you, urging you to move faster so that she can strip the bed. You try to tell her that you can’t feel your body, that everything is just too much, but it doesn’t matter and you can see the seething anger. 

Looking down at you, her hand is fisted in the sheets where she’s trying to clean up. “Stop being a worthless bitch, and move out of my way.” Her free hand tangles in your hair, throwing you off the bed. You lay, crumpled in a ball, at her feet. Not daring to move as she rips the bedding from the mattress. “I’m trying to clean up after you, and you can’t even be considerate enough to move out of the way.” 

Her angry words cut deep, but she’s reaching out to you and scooping you up. It’s soft and gentle as she carries you to the bathroom. The ginger spends an immense amount of time cooing over you as she gets the water warm. Rubbing your sore muscles and softly detangling your hair, kissing all over your face each time she tugs a bit too harshly.

You basically swoon as you stand in the steaming shower, Natasha gently washing your body. Her hands running along your body makes your mind swim, quiet moans under your breath each time she randomly teases you. Leaning up against the cold tile wall as you watch her get shampoo, getting ready to wash your hair, you have to keep a grip on the shelf to keep standing. Your legs are sore and still shaky, even your body still feels weak. 

When the ginger turns around to wash your hair, she sees you leaning heavily against the wall with your eyes closed. Tying to take a few deep breaths, she tries to calm down but she can’t help the searing anger. Dropping the glob of shampoo in her hand she grips your chin, and spins your body around. It’s all too quick and the slick floor makes you slip entirely too easily. You can’t even understand what she’s hissing into your ear, bitter and heated. 

She’s shoving your face into the stream of water, uncaring as you choke and thrash about. Her voice, whispering directly into your ear, makes you freeze as it sinks into your bones. “Such a dumb little girl, how would you ever survive without me? Hmmm?” You aren’t sure how long you’re swallowing and gagging on water, spilling over your lips. You had given up, ready to let your lungs fill with water when she shoves you against the wall. “I don’t want to hurt you, dorogoya. I really don’t but someone has to keep you in your place. Don’t they?” She chuckles, low and heavy, when she sees you mindlessly nod. 

You can feel your body being thrown around, limp, as she moves you where she wants you. Brain struggling to do anything but answer the older woman whenever she asks you a question, it’s almost as if whatever she did to you put you into autopilot. 

Sinking into the warm dry sheets, you finally feel your body relaxing when she sets you in bed. Curled up in her arms, you listen to her heartbeat and her humming as you try to fall asleep. The ginger even sings to you, a Russian lullaby, to try and help you fall asleep. Nothing helps and maybe it’s the suppressed fear that lies deep within your gut, but you can tell just by how her breathing changes that it’s starting to anger her. 

The hand that was once running along your back, a soothing motion, wraps tightly around your throat as she shoves you into the bed. Her body, once again, is looming over you. The forest green eyes are dark, almost a midnight black, as she stares down at you. Her grip on your throat tightens, and a sadistic smile stretches across her face. Your vision is blurry and the moment you try to claw at her arm, she catches both your hands in one. Pinning them above your head, her entire weight is leaning on your wrists and throat. “Poor baby can’t fall asleep?” A mockingly sweet noise falls from her pursed lips. “Well don’t you worry, I’m here to always make sure you can sleep. Even if you can’t do the most simple of things for yourself, I’ll be here to make it all better.” 

You’re panicking as your lungs scream for oxygen, and black starts to border your already foggy vision. “I mean think about it, even with your stupid little brain you must realize that no one else will want to deal with you. No one else will love you the way I do.” She’s smiling at you, even as her fingers tighten around your throat. The pressure is crushing your windpipe, and you’re slipping into unconsciousness as you’re forced to just look up at the ginger. “I’ll make you better. I’ll mold you into my perfect little dove. I’ll keep you around and then you won’t be useless anymore, doesn’t that sound perfect?”  

The way she stretched around your strap was mesmerizing but you were terrified that you weren’t doing it right. This wasn’t the way you ever thought you would lose your virginity, but how could you say no to such an intoxicating person. Cold metal brushing against your cheek derails your train of thought, making you blink mindlessly as you try to focus on the brunette laid out under you. She shoves two fingers into your mouth, the faint taste of metallic spreads across your tastebuds. “You’re thinking entirely too much, pretty girl.” Letting a line of drool fall onto your almost completely shredded shirt as she wipes her hand on your cheek. She looks entirely too composed with her legs spread as you work between them. 

Your eyes trail up her body, getting stuck momentarily on the way her breasts bounce with each awkward thrust. Gulping, your tongue slips out to swipe along your bottom lip as you try to focus. Finally meeting her gaze a whine tumbles out of your mouth, pathetic and shrill, as you try to awkwardly nuzzle into the hand still caressing your face. “Mommy..” The word is involuntary, and it’s already hanging in the air by the time your eyes widen in terror. You just barely met this lady a few days ago and she’s letting you have sex with her, and you probably just ruined it by letting your emotions run free. 

Olive darkened to a deep jade almost instantly, the guttural moan that tumbles from her mouth at the whimpered title made you clench around nothing. Her leg wraps around your hip, toppling you forward until you are hovering over her. “Be a good girl for Mommy and help her feel good” Her hand twists around, fingers gripping your jaw to keep you focused on her face. Even as sirens and sounds of the city behind you go off, even as you flinch with each sound, Wanda demands your attention. 

What you didn’t know was she had been watching you, stumbling through life for weeks now. Miserable and pitiful were the only words she could truly describe you as, yearning for a sense of control and achievement. Your job gave you nothing and you had no family in your life, so what better way to give it to you than getting something in return. Watching your focus struggle, the beginnings of her warm fog settling over your mind is intoxicating to the brunette. She wants to see it more, no she needs to break you more. 

It was woefully easy to get close to you, which surprised the older woman as most were wary as of late. The news spreading entirely too quickly now-a-days truly would be her downfall, but she couldn’t move on from you until she got what she wanted. While the need to ruin you, and your body, for anyone that would ever dare come after her was motivation enough for the witch she knew that wasn’t what you needed at the time. Her need for control, desire to reshape a person had to wait if she wanted complete docility from you. That’s how you ended up in one of the many abandoned homes, war all around you, but none of that mattered to either of you as you rutted into the woman laid out underneath you. 

“Focus for Mommy, detka. Nothing else matters right now.” She speaks in shaky whispers, broken up with grunts and gasps, as she guides you through each movement. Her hand is pulling at your wrist, urging you to lean heavily on one elbow. Directing your now free hand down her body, she squeezes her breast with your hand, hips jumping as your rough palm rubs just right against her pebbled nipple. 

Your fuzzy brain works overtime to learn quickly, taking each movement and reaction from her as notes. Running a shaky thumb over her nipple, you try to ignore all the cuts and bruises along her torso. The urge to kiss them is strong and maybe that’s just because you can’t imagine someone wanting to hurt someone like her, but now isn’t the time. This wasn’t love nor was it the affectionate experience you were expecting, and you couldn’t treat it like it was. 

The older woman releases her death grip on your jaw, cooing as she rubs along the now bright red tender skin. She lets her nails scratch at your pulse point, chuckling as your hips stutter and rubs against the soft spot inside her. “You’re doing so g-good. Don’t stop baby, you’re gonna make Mommy cum for you.” Her fist closes around your throat, almost too tightly, as stars explode in your cloudy vision. 

Letting go of her breast, you have to lean on both hands to stay hovering above the brunette. When she wraps her other leg around your hips, pulling your lower body flush against her so you can just barely rut into her, you can’t help the garbled blubbering. “Leas mommy, wanna make y’cum.” The heavy fog in your mind settles quick, dense and unwavering as each clumsy push of your hips draws a deep moan from the green eyed beauty. 

It doesn’t take much more for the older woman to fall over the edge, your sloppy and frenzied thrusts breaking the gate open. You can feel the wetness leaking from her, the sound of the strap as it thrusts lazily fills the air. Panting and whimpers dance together as the two of you try to collect yourselves. The hand around your throat is still tight, the rings digging painfully into the sensitive skin and veins. 

It’s a loud siren, fairly close, that prompts her to move. Pushing at you, she’s forcing you to move and you can see how she flinches when the strap slips out. You want to console her, the fuzzy feeling in your brain making it impossible for you to keep up with her panicked rushed actions. All you know is that when you fell out of her, you seemingly hurt her and you didn’t like how that settled in your gut. 

Wanda ignores your sniffles, hushing the pitiful mewling as you try to soothe any pain you may have caused. She’s pulling you up, causing you to stumble behind her as she drags you up a set of stairs and into a small closet. “You want your reward, pet?” Your mindless nod is enough that she shoves you down, straddling your hips as she follows you. She’s reaching between her legs, dragging the tip of the strap through her folds before slowly sliding down it. Her bottom lip is between her teeth, her forest eyes fluttering as she tries to watch your reaction to her. 

Your hands are tight against your sides, shaking from how aggressive your fists are formed, the lack of confidence apparent. Blushing furiously under the amused gaze of Wanda, you just try to watch her as she bounces slowly in your lap. Trying to commit your reward to your memory, you wiggle slightly under her as your want to touch her grows more prominent the longer she teasingly rides you. Easily able to overlook your own desire and needs, no matter how you leak onto the flimsy blanket laid out beneath the two of you. 

Her hands tangle in your hair, gripping tightly and her rings rub against your scalp. She’s panting as she pushes herself closer to the edge, grinding down swiftly to try and speed everything up so the two of you wouldn’t get caught. “It’s s-so cute that you think Mommy riding your pretty cock is your reward.” Her crude words make you flush even more, but it’s one of her hands directing your chin down so you’re closer to her breast that makes you go bright red. Her body slows its movements, grinding purposefully, as she guides your face closer. “Go ahead angel, I know you want to and you’ve been such a good girl for me. Letting me use you and making me cum so hard. Open up.” Her voice is tauntingly sweet and you know she’s talking down to you, but it just makes you whine.

Your mouth opens and closes a few times before she bumps you, forcing your lips around her nipple. You don’t need to be told twice, not willing to let this opportunity pass you, letting your tongue run over the hardened bud. Latching on mindlessly as your head moves with the way Wanda’s body bounces, your mind seems to float away from you. What you weren’t expecting was a liquid running down your throat, a sweet treat that you can tell you’re already addicted to. 

Looking up through your lashes in confusion, you can’t see the older woman’s red eyes with her head thrown back. She tries to not use her magic often, only when the authorities start getting too close to her for her personal liking but the brunette had a feeling that you would benefit from a drink. She never truly wanted these powers, only her brother found enjoyment in them, but she knew that her’s were different. The chaos that lives under her skin was dangerous, and while she wouldn’t unleash it in the deadly crimson mist Wanda wasn’t afraid to let that restless energy find other ways to manifest. Each moment of carnage brings only a flash of peace for the brunette, the tranquility rapidly becoming addictive and the primal urge evermore. 

Ultimately the witch was too powerful for this city, but everything she ever needed was here. Her brother was here, you were here, and if that meant hiding her powers then so be it. If that meant only using her powers in dire situations, then that’s what Wanda would do. Setting up rules and boundaries allowed her to have her fun as circumstances warranted, but only as long as she actually followed them. 

Breaking that rule to give you something to latch onto, something that would sink you further into devotion to her was a risk she was willing to take. The feeling of you drinking from her was overwhelming and she could feel traces of her magic dribbling into you. A spell that would keep your brain muddled and fuzzy but only play on your deepest desires. It was entirely too heady and she knew she wouldn’t last long as you feverishly switched to the neglected nipple, latching on naturally as she let her rings tangle in your hair. 

The moans tumbling from the brunette’s lips made you whimper, a pathetic barely there sound muffled against the swell of her breast. The fog in your brain and the heaviness of your eyelids begin to catch up with you, struggling to stay attached to Wanda as she chases her high. You don’t even register your body heaving with the brunette’s harsh movements.

Eyes fluttering closed, you aren’t sure when you dip into the dark depths of sleep but you know that even in your dreams you could hear the high pitched whimper that the other woman tries to muffle as she bites on her arm. Using your body even as your slack jaw and limp neck flops backwards, the fingers weaved into your locks the only thing keeping your head from slamming into the chipped plywood behind you. Tremors rippling through her entire body as she struggles to breath, sitting on your lap as her full weight leans against you. She can feel your soaked legs beneath her, an uncharastic blush rising up her cheeks as she realizes just how much she came. 

Trembling as she leans heavily against you, the new witch tries to calm her racing heart down. Finally pulling away from you she sighs heavily, shaking her head angrily at herself. You were never meant to be important to her, she couldn’t put what she and Pietro had at risk but she knew that she couldn’t truly harm you. You weren’t necessarily different from all the other victims, but you were better. Something about you was drawing her in and she knew that she couldn’t just leave you. The way you made her feel, even through your subtle feelings and thoughts, was something that she could never forget. 

The sounds of banging and yelling could be heard downstairs, loud and surprisingly it doesn’t wake you up. Wanda stands slowly, wincing as the strap slips out of her. She almost leaves without you, almost creates a portal directly away from you and leaves you there filled with magic that will corrupt you from the inside out. She could find another girl, another innocent little thing that would look at her like she was the entire world. There were always others, Wanda could always find a pretty hole to sedate her needs; for play and blood.