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Captured Part I

Dark! Wandanat x Villain! F! Reader

AO3: Captured

Summary: You and your mutant friends have been in hiding due to the havoc you all wreaked over the past few years. One day, you all decided to make your presence known and rob one of the largest federal reserve banks in the U.S.

Unfortunately, things did not go as planned for you.

Word count: 2.6K

Warnings: Mind manipulation, manhandling

A/N: This is my first try at anything Marvel related. I would like to start writing more for this fandom despite being a fan of it for years. Hopefully, you all enjoy it and let me know if I missed anything important!

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Rex Lapis wants to devour you, so you prepare yourself accordingly.

You sigh, tugging at the stray threads on your hemp tunic. Never would you have thought such a day would arrive - but your god is a dragon, after all. You should consider it an honor he desires to have you for dinner tonight.

Tightening the rope around your waist, you pause. Actually, should you even be wearing any clothes at all? Wouldn't that make it inconvenient while he's eating you? Or perhaps the fabric adds a zing of extra flavour, who knows.

Or maybe he'd like to undress you himself while he dines.

Taking a look at yourself in the reflection of your water bowl, another thought crosses your mind - should you season yourself? Rub some spicy pastes all over? Rex Lapis didn't say anything about that, only that he wanted you for dinner. So before you can overthink it further, you make your way to the elaborate den the deity resides in.

The lofty dragon, coiled up at rest, perks up when he catches sight of you making your way to him. His eyes shimmer with excitement, and his long whiskers seem to have a mind of their own as they dance about. He eagerly leads you further inside, mentioning how he has been looking forward to tonight.

Now that you're here, you're starting to get cold feet - but it's too late to turn back or do anything about it. His dinner table - your chopping block, ostensibly - lies in wait.

Upon the stone table is a wide array of dishes - rice, pastes, breads, pickled and fermented vegetables, some broths... wow, this dragon certainly intends to make a feast out of you, huh?

Gulping, you pensively ask, "Will it hurt? Or will you kill me first and then eat? I don't want to die painfully..."

Rex Lapis, taken aback, nearly knocks over a decorative plant when he turns to you. "Whatever are you alluding to?" he asks, lowering his head so his gaze is level with yours.

You blink. "You...said you wanted me for dinner."

There's a long pause within which an entire generation could live and die. Then, Rex Lapis speaks.

"My dear, when I said I wished to have you for dinner, I meant as a guest."

SLUT!

WandaNat x AFAB!GN!Reader

Summary: Daddy and mommy need their toy.

Word Count: ≈0.9k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. Just pwp, double penetration, cum filled straps (r receiving), breeding kink, gagging, degradation, sort of objectification, reader is wearing a collar, daddy (n), mommy (w), sub!reader, Wanda just can’t keep her hands off lol

Author’s Note: Long time no see, folks. Here’s some smut because I haven’t written in months. I just use this blog as a means to honrypost but in a fanfic way. Hope you all like this. Reblogs/comments are much welcome & appreciated <3 GIF credits to creators

MASTERLIST // NAVIGATION // REQUESTS CLOSED

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“Easy, baby, easy,” Wanda whispers as she bottoms out inside you. Her slender fingers tug at the small black collar around your neck, the fingertips tickling your skin. The sensation of being so filled makes you whimper and moan at the top of your voice.

“You’re not making it easier for daddy, now shush. Don’t move, just a little more.” Natasha orders from behind you, her strap waiting to penetrate you. She grabs the side of your hips to hold them in place, and stretches them open for her convenience. “Please, daddy, I can’t…” you protest, but Wanda tugs at your collar harshly, almost making you choke on your own spit. “Shhh darling, let mommy and daddy play with their slut,” she speaks right into your ear and bites the earlobe.

And when Natasha’s strap is inside your ass, your groans intensify with the feeling of being so thoroughly penetrated. Thrust thrust thrust, the two women absolutely devour your holes.

From behind you, Natasha kisses the side of your neck, biting down on the skin. Your head is thrown back as soon as you feel the sinking teeth indenting your skin. Wanda pounds your throbbing cunt, the wet slick running down your thigh. “Taking mommy’s cock so well, baby,” she speaks hushedly, “Just like the dick riding whore that you are.”

The mere words tighten a knot inside your belly.

“And daddy’s too,” Natasha murmurs in your other ear, as she thrusts the strap more violently. Her hips are in sync with Wanda’s, both cocks being shoved inside your holes at the same time. Your hands grab Wanda’s waist, scratching her bare skin with the tight grip of your nails.

Your groans get progressively louder, as your butt cheeks bounce with the vehement fucking. Natasha keeps whispering sweet nothings in your ear, and Wanda hums to Natasha fantasies and words in the other. Your body is wholly consumed by the two women you feel the utmost passion for.

You pleadingly look at Wanda’s face on your side, silently begging for release. “What’s that baby? Wanna cum for mommy?”

You nod eagerly in reply, thinking that maybe this time, you could cum without any more resistance. Deep down, you wanted to be denied as well, though.

Natasha turns your face towards herself, holding your chin firmly. “Not yet, baby. Let daddy play with her fucktoy. You’re so tight around daddy’s cock.” Without much warning, two of her fingers part your lips and choke your throat, while Wanda pulls the collar around your neck. Your nails dig deeper into Wanda’s skin.

Wanda uses her other hand to pinch your nipple, and flicks the hardened bud to stimulate your entire nervous system. God it feels so good. Beads of sweat run down your bodies, and the dark room is getting hotter by the minute. The knot inside your belly keeps tightening.

Once satisfied with the gagging, Natasha retracts her digits from your mouth, a coat of saliva dripping around them. She uses the same fingers to flick your clit in circular motions.

With a hoarse voice, you beg once again, “Please, daddy, please mommy, want to cum, please.” You can feel your pussy clenching around the dick.

They both exchange a glance and give you a smirk. “Cum for mommy and daddy, slut,” Wanda instructs authoritatively. As soon as you feel yourself reach your climax, both of the straps ejaculate inside of you. The warm liquids of your bodies infuse your pussy and your ass, and drip down from the base of the strap-ons.

After one final thrust, Natasha pulls out, letting you fall back in her arms. But Wanda is too focused into dumping all the liquids inside you, that she fucks the trickling cum back into your cunt. “Mommy please… hurts…”

“Easy darling, mommy just wants you to be her little cum dump,” Natasha whispers from behind you. Both her hands cup your breasts, groping them gently with her palms. You keep whimpering and squirming, till Wanda slows down and pulls the faux dick out.

Her breathing is heavy after the intense fucking, so she closes her eyes and smiles, wiping the sweat off her forehead. She immediately leaps forward to kiss you sloppily, almost tossing you, as well as Natasha, over. She watches the two of you make out adoringly but doesn’t resist grasping Wanda’s jaw and kissing her too. Her hands do not move away from your tits, softly kneading them as you lean back against her, taking a deep breath.

Wanda rubs your clit softly, now a swollen nub. The action jolts your whole body as her fingers churn up the exuding juices from your pussy. You moan incoherently, mumbling for her to stop. “Daddy please…” you plead to Natasha as well. They both pull away from the kiss and smirk at you, and Wanda ceases her fingering.

You look at Natasha, head tilted towards your left. Her gaze catches yours in the moment, as you both pant heavily. Your fingers entwine with Natasha’s hair, tucking it back and planting a smooch on her lips. Towards your right, waits Wanda, for her turn too.

It just all makes more sense without words.

Orange Peel Theory

Clarisse La Rue x fem!reader

Summary: A daughter of Aphrodite wanted to see if an Ares girl reciprocated her sister’s love for her.

a/n: Sorry for any grammar mistakes and please correct me if I’m wrong about the orange peel theory. This is my first fic so please be nice. Also, credits to @marvelsmylife for the inspiration and to @star-girl69 for giving me confidence. Sorry that it's short.

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The orange peel theory is a test a person does to see how much their partner loves them by doing something as small as peeling an orange for them. A test that Faith had tried with her boyfriend but failed. When given the orange he gave her a confused look and refused resulting in the orange getting chucked at his head and being ignored for the rest of the day.

However, the test prompted an idea in her head. Earlier that week she had found out that her dear sister Y/N had been crushing on a certain Ares girl but afraid of telling her how she feels in fear of rejection. For a daughter of Aphrodite, she sure is dense.

Making her way to the Dining Pavilion her eyes spotted her sister and Clarisse, who was also making her way over there. Faith quickly ran to the Dining Pavilion grabbing an orange and plopping herself next to Y/N.

“Hey, sis! Want an orange?”

She stretched her hand towards Y/N, orange in hand. Y/N smiled and nodded, grabbing the orange and right on queue Clarisse entered the Dining Pavilion. Just as Y/N started to peel the fruit Clarisse walked up to the Aphrodite table hand stretching out towards Y/N.

“Give it here, Y/N”

She was met with a curious look.

“The orange, give it.”

Y/N sighed and gave Clarisse the orange who started to peel it. Once done the Ares girl gave the orange back,

“I know you don’t like the smell of orange on your fingers.”

Y/N smiled and thanked the girl, eating a slice of orange missing the small tint of pink that formed on Clarisse’s cheek. Watching the girl walking to the Ares table a mischievous smile started to form on Faith’s face. Her eyes went back and forth to her sister and Clarisse. The girl was definitely in love.

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Happy at Last

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Request: “Can I request super fluffy Loxi x reader where they basically have just a big happy family and another kid on the way?” - Requested by @wearmyheartuponmysleeve​ :)

Summary: The God of Mischief had finally found his true glorious purpose - in the shape of Y/N and their family.

Warnings: None, expect pregnancy. This is just pure fluff!

Word Count: almost 1,3k

a/n: This one was so wonderful and cute to write! 🧡 Thank you, @wearmyheartuponmysleeve​ for requesting! I hope you like it! 🧡

The day had been awfully long. Helping his oaf of a brother to rule New Asgard wasn’t always easy. Especially here on Midgard. Some days were better, other worse. Just as it always has been.

The sun was on the brink of setting, soon to be replaced by the moon, as Loki finally stepped through the door of his - their home. As soon as the wooden door fell gently in its hinges, he felt a rush of peace and calmness flowing through his veins, causing the God to smile. He was where he belonged. Where he always wanted to be. Far away from ruling kingdoms and sitting on thrones. Far away from his ‘old life’ at the compound of the Avengers. It was more of a prison for him, after all. It was the price he had to pay after trying to conquer New York. But one good thing caused this prison to happen. A thing he would always be grateful for… Meeting her. Y/N. A mortal, an assistant, working for S.H.I.E.L.D - and the love of his life how it turned out. The want of ruling the world and becoming a king faded away and suddenly, his glorious purpose wasn’t anymore to sit on a golden throne, oh no. His glorious purpose was now to spend the rest of his life with Y/N. What he did… Eight and a half years ago, he went down on one knee. Eight years ago, he and Y/N said 'Yes’ and seven years ago, he got blessed with becoming a father.

And here they were now, a wonderful marriage and two more kids later - with the fourth on the way, settled down in a house of their own. It was near a beautiful lake, surrounded by meadows and hills in New Asgard. Loki had a family now. He was a husband and a father and it was all he could’ve ever wished for after everything what happened in the past. Slipping off his shoes, he made his way down the hallway. The house was awfully quiet. Not a thing Loki came upon often. Especially not with children. The house was usually never completely quiet. But as Loki neared the big French doors, leading out to their big garden, he heard laughter and rather loud squealing. With a smile on his face, he followed the noises and went out into the spacious, green and blooming garden. The scenes unfolding in front of his eyes made Loki smile even more. The laughing and squealing came from three little girls, who played around in the big, round swimming pool. It was in the middle of summer in Norway and therefore quite warm outside - even though that the sun was about to set. Frigga, the eldest of the trio, named after Loki’s beloved mother, carried her littlest sister, Nahla on her back, while swimming through the water. Elli, their second child sat on the inflatable Pegasus the girls had gotten from their cool uncle, Thor. All three of them had their daddy’s raven black hair, clarifying that there was no mistaking in who their father was. A little further away from the pool stood his wife, Y/N, watching over the girls and giggling with them. She was also the first who noticed Loki. Nahla, Frigga and Elli were way too caught up in whatever game they were playing. Y/N threw her husband immediately one of the smiles he loved so much about her, as soon as she saw him walking towards her. One hand rested on her seven-month bump, the other went to tuck some loose strands of Y/H/C hair out of her face. The warm summer wind caused her light green dress to sway and in combination with the yellow-orange light of the sun above her, it looked like she was glowing. To Loki, Y/N looked like a goddess. His goddess. “Hey girls, look who’s home.” Three heads whipped into the same direction on an instant. “Daddy!” The girls squealed excitedly and almost jumped out of the pool, running towards Loki, who squatted down and opened his arms for them to run into. He didn’t care that he was going to be soaking wet. No, quite the opposite. He wouldn’t want to miss out any opportunity he had to hug his daughters. “Hello, my princesses.” He pressed a kiss on every girl’s cheek, witnessing how their eyes lit up. “Are you having fun in the pool together?” They nodded excitedly, eyes sparkling. “Will you come play with us?” Elli asked, bouncing excitedly back and forth on her feet. “Yes, daddy pway!” Nahla clapped her small hands, squealing. “Later girls, alright? Let me say hello to your mother first.” Loki said, then started to smile mischievously. “But then, daddy is going to get you!” He launched forward and tickled Frigga’s and Elli’s sides, who squeaked up and giggled uncontrollably. “Okay, okay, daddy!” Frigga laughed. “Now go, play on.” The three let go of him again, with adorable smiles plastered on their faces and stormed back into the pool. Loki stood up with a smile as well, his clothes now visibly wet. He stepped over to Y/N and wrapped his arms around her middle from behind, hands coming to rest on her baby belly. “Shouldn’t you be resting, my love?” His soft, smooth voice this close to Y/N’s ear caused a shiver to run down her spine. “Hello to you, too - and yes, but I can’t lay down the whole day, babe. My feet need some movement… Not to mention our three quite mischievous whirlwinds, who keep me up as well.” “Alright, yes. I’ll let that pass - for now.” Loki chuckled and placed a soft kiss on Y/N’s neck. “How are you and little Narfi doing today?” He questioned, stroking with his thumbs over Y/N’s clothed skin of her stomach. Baby number four turned out to not be another girl. It was going to be a little boy. An entirely new experience for the meanwhile approved parents. Both, Loki and Y/N had been happy to discover that this life they had created was a boy. Not that they would’ve minded another girl. Not at all. But the idea of a mini-Loki running through the house played out quite sweet inside their heads. “Great, actually. He was a bit quieter today, didn’t play a lot soccer with my ribs, bladder or other organs. But my feet are swollen since this morning. It got so bad at one point, that I just decided to run around shoeless.” Another chuckle left Loki’s lips. “Great to hear that you two are doing good - well… Except for your feet." "Can you probably give me a foot rub later on, please?” “Of course, my love.” “Ugh, yes, thank you… My feet are going to appreciate this very much.” Another deep chuckle left his mouth, before he pressed another kiss on Y/N’s neck, inhaling her scent. They became quiet and just watched their kids play together in the swimming pool.

“I love you, darling.” He suddenly whispered. Unbeknownst to Loki, started Y/N to smile brightly. “I love you, too.” Loki pulled his wife closer, embracing her further. Yes… This was definitely where he wanted to be. Where he belonged. In New Asgard, close to his brother - even if he would never admit that out loud, at Y/N’s side, watching his daughters grow older, as well as baby Narfi in the safety of his mother’s womb. Life was more than perfect for the God of Mischief. He had found his true glorious purpose and was happy at last.