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katethewriter · 1 year

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Learning Curve

a continuation of the Wish We Could Be Like That Series

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Words: 4k~

Summary: After revealing their secret and finally reuniting, you and your girlfriends go through an adjustment period.

Warnings: fluff, lots of fluff, overprotective Natasha and Wanda, angry reader, bad words, mentions of sex

A/N: Sorry for the pain recently. 🫣 Here is some WandaNat fluff to make up for the angst fest named my blog. I hope you all enjoy! Let me know what you would like to read next! 😘

"She lives!" Tony exclaims as you enter the common area. Laughing, you shake your head as you make your way to the small table.

Its the first time you've been out of your room since you were released from medical. Natasha and Wanda have kept you on strict bed rest, bringing anything you could possibly ask for to your side.

It was sweet and endearing at first. You even have to admit that it was necessary at first. You were way too weak to take care of yourself. You needed them.

Now, however, you were getting restless. You grew stronger every day. In secret, you walk around circles in your room to stretch your legs, but you want to be out and around everybody again.

So, it's nice to see Sam and Bucky look up from the table and smile warmly as you approach.

"Hey, glad to see your captors have granted you release," the super soldier teases.

"The way they keep you tied to that bed, I'm surprised you can still walk," Tony jokes.

Bucky nearly spits out his breakfast from laughing. Sam on the other hand sits up in his chair and smacks Tony on the arm, "dude, lower your voice! Maximoff is right there man!"

At the sound of her name, Wanda turns from her place in the kitchen to look in the direction of the sound.

The moment her eyes land on you, her brow knits together with concern. She drops everything and instantly makes her way over to you.

You're laughing innocently at the guys' antics until you hear the stern voice of your girlfriend quickly approaching.

Wanda wraps her arm around your waist, supporting most of your weight with her powers.

You won't admit it, but it helps. It releases the tension in your abdomen from holding yourself up. The soreness in your side dissipates.

If you let it known that standing causes even the slightest bit of pain, she will drag you back to bed and keep you locked up for who knows how long.

It seems she is going to drag you back to bed anyway.

The sokovian begins to gently guide you back the way you came, "what do you think you're doing?"

"Getting breakfast."

"I was going to bring it to you," she scolds, "You're supposed to be taking it easy."

You stop in your place before she can drag you out of the room, "I'm not training. I'm just coming down for breakfast." You defend yourself, "I'm well enough for that."

Wanda purses her lips. You can tell she is trying to determine if this is a battle worth fighting. Sighing, she relents, "ok." She pecks you on the cheek with a smile, "good morning."

You nervously glance over to the guys who seem to have gone back to their previous conversation. You sigh in relief. Turning back to Wanda, you smile, "good morning. What are you making?"

"Your favorite," the witch walks back to the kitchen with arm still around your waist.

When the two of you reach your destination, you break apart. Wanda continues her cooking, and you lean against the counter to watch her.

The distance you leave between the two of you does not go unnoticed by Wanda. It hurts her to think the habit they need to help you break.

"You don't have to make a quiche every morning," you laugh.

"I know, that's why today I'm making french toast too," the witch smiles cheekily. She closes the distance between you, bringing a piece of toast to your lips, "here, try."

Your heart pounds in your chest having her this close to you in front of other people. Still, you take the toast between your lips and chew slowly. It's delicious. You close your eyes to savor the taste.

When you open your eyes, Wanda is grinning at you victoriously, "good?"

"Amazing."

She bounces happily. Before you can react, she pecks you on the lips and just as quickly, returns to her cooking.

You're shocked still, almost certain you stopped breathing for a second. Once again, you check over where the guys sit. They seem not to be paying attention, so you make yourself calm down.

You know that they know about your relationship. You know you don't have to hide it anymore. Still, you have trouble remembering in the moment though.

"Will you at least sit down?" Wanda asks, drawing your attention back to her. She's looking at you with a sincere expression, "I know you are sore. I just don't want you to overdo it...... please, for me?"

You can't lie that it doesn't hurt, so you nod with a small smile. You move to the stools on the other side of the island. Just as you sit, voices come from the doorway.

Natasha and Steve enter back from their run. Your girlfriend's eyes land straight on you.

"There you are," she walks over quickly.

"Here I am," you playfully respond.

"You weren't in the room when I went to change. I got worried," she says as she stops in front of you. "What are you doing down here?"

You can't help the eye roll that follows. "Like I told her..." you nod your head towards Wanda on the other side of the island, "...I am perfectly capable of walking down to breakfast. You do know I'm not helpless right?"

"Of course, we know that, detka," the widow stands between your legs and wraps her arms around your shoulders. "We just worry is all. We love you."

You smile up at her from your spot on the stool. "I love you too," you say softly, so no one across the room can hear.

Natasha leans down and kisses you slowly, and you forget there are other people in the room with you. After a long moment, she pulls away and smiles down at you, "good morning, detka."

"Good morning."

"EW, get a room!" Yelena calls as she walks into the common space.

Everyone on the other side of the room laughs, and your left with cheeks the color of a tomato. You burry your face into Natasha, trying to hide from the embarrassment.

This is gonna take some getting used to.

Walking into the living room for movie night, you find that most everyone is already seated.

Natasha had claimed their usual couch, while you and Wanda went to the kitchen to grab some snacks. She sits on one far end of the couch, leaning against the arm.

After passing out snacks, Wanda takes her place next Nat, curling into her immediately. You sit beside Wanda, however you do not scoot in. You leave a gap between them and you, just happy to sit on the same couch.

The two of them watch you, waiting for you to come join them, but you don't. They look away sadly, and their minds race.

They've come to pick up on things. Things that you have missed out on. Things that are just second nature to them, but almost foreign to you. Wrapping an arm around each other in the hallway, holding hands during meetings...

... and cuddling during movie night.

They share a look, a 'we need to fix this' look.

Natasha leaves her seat and moves to the opposite side of the couch and on the other side of you. Once settled, she reaches over and tugs you into her lap.

Wanda scoots until she is pressed to Natasha's side. She lifts your legs and drapes them across her lap.

At first, you sit completely stiff and rigid. Displays of affection like this are natural for you behind closed doors, but in front of others like this, you still feel uneasy.

Wanda places a hand on your thigh, drawing soothing circles onto your leg with her fingertips. Natasha rubs your back comforting you. They smile when the tension in your body releases, and you relax into them.

You curl into Natasha's chest and take Wanda's hand into your own, playing with her fingers. They chuckle when you start rearranging the rings on her fingers.

"Great, they're being gross again," Yelena teases from her place with Kate.

To everyone's shock, you confidently lift your middle finger to her with a smirk on your face. Everyone laughs, and Yelena throws a pillow at you. Of course, Wanda catches it with her powers and lowers it down into your lap.

"That's my girl," Natasha says proudly before kissing your cheek.

Steve stands in the middle of the room, with the remote in hand, "we're voting on the movie. You guys are the last ones to vote." He explains your options are a comedy or an action movie that everyone knows Tony loves to watch because it features some of his new tech. The action movie has 2 more votes than the comedy.

"Wait a second," Tony pops up in his chair, "they're all gonna vote together and win every time. They get one vote together."

"We may not even vote for the same movie!" Wanda counters.

Steve raises a hand to quiet them, "everybody gets their own vote. So?"

Natasha nudges you to vote first. After thinking for a moment, you go with the comedy. Immediately, your girlfriends vote for the same. Winning by one vote.

"I told you," Tony grumbles.

You smile knowing they did, in fact, just pick whichever movie you wanted. "Hey, we can watch that one next, Tony," you soothe him, and it seems to work.

As the movie plays, you keep getting distracted by the feel of your girlfriends' arms around you. You wonder if they know its all you've wanted every single movie night since you've been together.

A few happy tears escape your eyes and fall down your cheeks. You didn't notice, but Wanda did.

"Detka," she speaks into your mind, drawing your attention. "What's wrong?"

Swiping away the tears, you smile and shake your head, "I'm happy."

A buzzing sounds from your bag on the other side of the gym.

This morning's workout was interrupted by a message from Fury calling for a team meeting in an hour. You perk up instantly.

Does this mean he's putting you on your first mission since you were shot?

You have patiently waited months to heal fully. Cho had finally cleared you for business as usual last month, but you knew there would be an extended 'just to be sure' period before getting back to work.

Believe it or not, Fury still feels a bit guilty that you nearly died on a mission you should never have been sent on.

With this message, you could be actually getting back into the field, and you are beyond excited. You practically skip through the halls on the way to the meeting.

Filing into the conference room, you see that your girlfriends have sat with an open chair between them. You smile and move to your spot in the middle.

They've kept you in the middle almost always since you got back. Maybe it was just them being overprotective or maybe they're just making up for all of the time you were away. Either way, you weren't complaining.

As the meeting began, Fury explains that there are two upcoming missions they will be discussing before handing the floor over to Hill.

Natasha started taking notes as always. Her other hand reached for yours. Your interlocked hands rested on top of the table for everyone to see.

You know you should be used to this by now, but you can't help the nervous feeling that rises in your stomach. Your heartbeat picks up, and you can hear it loudly in your ears. You're sure everyone else can too, but no one makes any show that they do.

A saving grace comes in the form of Wanda resting her hand on your thigh. It's still noticeable to others, but it's under the table. It grounds you without adding to the anxiety.

Thankfully, it soothes you enough to pay attention to the meeting as Maria begins detailing the first mission, intel retrieval. It's a simple in and out. You were expecting as much for your first mission.

"On this one, we need the Falcon, little Hawkeye, Belova, Maximoff and L/N," she lists.

Natasha's pen freezes mid-word. She looks up pointedly, "and me."

Everyone turns to her for a moment, then looking back to Hill, awaiting her response. You, however, keep your gaze locked on the Russian. You have to stop yourself from saying something.

"Agent Romanoff, you've been assigned to the other missio-"

"No," she interrupts, "if Y/n is going on that mission, so am I."

All is quiet until Wanda speaks up from beside you, "I'd feel better if she was there."

Your attention wrenches around to your other girlfriend now. Suddenly, anger floods you.

Why are they doing this? They know that you've been cleared for missions. You've been sparring together for months! Why are they fighting orders for this?

Crossing your legs, you force Wanda's hand to fall away from your thigh. You want to rip your hand out of Natasha's, but her grip tightens protectively.

"Agent L/N has been clear-"

"Director, request for new assignment," Natasha interrupts Maria, standing and facing Fury.

The room is silent. Everyone watches the gears turning in the director's head. After what felt like an eternity, he nods.

"Granted."

It seems like the entire room lets out a sigh, except you. They relax as the tension in the room is released, and the energy returns to normal.

You, however, feel humiliated. Your girlfriends don't think you can handle yourself on a mission, and they just let the entire team know it. Your clench your jaw tightly, and your leg bounces quickly for the rest of the meeting.

The moment the team is dismissed, you stand and leave without a word to anyone or a glance behind you. You head straight to the gym to resume your workout and blow off this steam before the mission.

After an hour of attacking a punch bag, you feel calm enough to go to your room and get ready for the mission. You're almost there when FRIDAY'S voice rings through the room. Director Fury requests your presence in his office.

You feel dread instantly and know this is not gonna be goood.

"You wanted to see me?" you ask, knocking on the doorframe.

Fury looks up from his papers. "Yes Agent," he stands behind his desk, "upon further consideration, I have determined that too many agents have been assigned to today's mission. So, I am removing you from the mission."

All the anger you just released into that workout comes back tenfold. "Is it because of Natasha?"

Fury tilts his head in the way that suggests you watch what you say next, "It would be irresponsible of me to put an agent at risk unnecessarily."

"Like you did you sent me undercover?" you scoff.

Truly, you hold no resentment towards Fury or Clint for the mission that landed you in the medbay, but you just can't help yourself at the moment.

"I'm sorry, Agent," he sits and returns to what he was working on earlier, "you will be notified of your next mission."

Taking a deep breath, you turn and walk through the hallway. So many emotions tumble around inside you, anger, disappointment, frustration, hurt, sadness.

You had been so excited to get back to doing what you love, to feel like you were yourself again, to put that damn mission behind you.

But that was all just ripped away.

There's no stopping you when you reach your bedroom, and Natasha and Wanda are inside getting geared up for the mission.

"There you are," Wanda exclaims, "you need to gear up."

"What did you say to Fury!?" you look to Natasha pointedly.

She looks at confused, "nothing, what are you talking about?"

"He took me off the mission! What did you say!?"

"Nothing!" she counters.

You look away and begin pacing the room, trying to channel all of this energy.

Wanda walks into your path with her arms open, "hey why don't you sit. We need to calm you down."

"No," you pull away.

When you look to them, they can see the tears now forming in your eyes. Their hearts drop, and they realize that something is really wrong.

You don't want to yell at them, but inside it feels like you need to. You hold it back as best you can, still trying to get your feelings across.

"I waited for that mission for months, and I got kicked off of it because you insisted to go!" You look to Natasha. "I finally had the chance to go back to what I love, doing something that makes the world a safer place. I was finally there again, and it was taken!"

"Another mission will come," Natasha tries to reassure you.

"Who knows when that will be?! You just told the entire team that you don't think I'm ready. That's not your decision!"

"We didn't take you off the mission, Y/n."

You run through your hair in agitation, "they listen to you! ... and they know we're together now! If you act like you don't trust my abilities, they won't either. THAT'S what kicked me off the mission! That's what will keep me off missions! You can't do that. It's not fair!"

"Agent Romanoff and Miss Maximoff, your quinjet is wheels up in five minutes," FRIDAY alerts.

Sitting on the bed, you hold your head in your hands. There's no time. You'll have to finish this conversation later.

Looking up with a sigh, you blink back tears of frustration. "Good luck on your mission. Please be safe. I love you." With that you stand and leave the room. The echos of 'I love you too' follow you down the hall.

When Natasha and Wanda return from the mission that night, they head to your shared room, expecting to find you in bed considering the late hour.

Unfortunately, the room is empty.

"FRIDAY, where is Y/n?" the widow asks the air.

There's a small delay, like FRIDAY actually has to look for you.

"Agent L/N is sitting on the roof patio."

They look to each other having a silent discussion. The pair decide to shower and change first, then they will venture up to the roof with blankets and a peace offering.

They thought a lot about what you said and what had happened. The mission was easy, basically child's play which only fed into their guilt more.

You were more than capable to handle thar mission. You could have done it with your eyes closed, and something they had done took it from you.

When they join you on the roof, Natasha brings the blanket, and Wanda holds a mug of your favorite hot chocolate.

They find you laying on the ground looking up at the stars. It brings back so many memories of the three of you doing just that. Those are some of their best memories.

"Hey," Wanda greets softly. She nods her head to one of the couches, "come sit with us?"

You agree silently, sitting on the couch. Your girlfriends sit on either side of you like usual. Natasha drapes the blanket across the three of you, and Wanda hands you a mug that reads 'This is the We're Sorry mug'.

You can't but chuckle, "where did you get this?"

The sokovian blushes, "the cabinet."

"It was solid white, but she did her thing," Natasha explains wiggling her fingers to reference Wanda's magic.

Nodding, you joke, "ah the wiggly-woos."

The witch rolls her eyes, "ha ha, very funny."

The pair settle into your sides, and you all fall quiet for a while. The faint sound of the nightlife far below is the only noise reaching your ears.

"We are sorry," Natasha speaks up, "you would have been more than capable of taking care of that mission. I shouldn't have intervened." She looks to you tenderly, "I'm sorry."

You gaze into each other's eyes, and you can see the true remorse that she feels. You nod once and lean your forehead forward. She understands the gesture and presses a long kiss to your forehead.

"We let our worries get in the way of your work, and you're right. That wasn't fair," Wanda adds. "We'll always worry about you, but from now on, we will also trust that you know what you are capable of. We won't get in the way anymore."

"and I'll talk to Fury," the Russian offers. "I'll let him know that you are ready.... if that's ok with you."

Smiling, you nod, "thank you. I'm sorry I got so upset."

"If you apologize for one more thing you don't have to apologize for..." the Sokovian threatens.

"You'll do what?" you call her bluff.

Wanda raises an eyebrow, "first, I'll drink your hot chocolate."

Clutching the mug, you gasp loudly, "you wouldn't dare."

"She would," Natasha teases from your other side, "and then we would tickle you relentlessly until you pleaded for mercy." To prove her point, both of their fingers brush against your sides, and you have to be careful not to spill your drink.

"No no no no no, I'm holding a drink," you exclaim between stifled laughs.

They relent, and you are able to relax back into them.

"You don't have to apologize for getting upset," Natasha wraps an arm around your shoulders, "you were excited to have an assignment."

"You deserved the mission," Wanda lays her head on your shoulder, "you have every right to be disappointed. We're sorry for our part in causing that."

Turning your head, you place a kiss to the top of her head, "I forgive you..." you turn to kiss Natasha's cheek, "...and you. Just please don't do it again."

"Promise."

You take a sip of your hot chocolate and hum happily.

"There's still one more part of your apology gift," Natasha nudges you gently. Wanda lifts her head to smirk at you, and your curiosity piqued.

"and what is that?"

The Russian leans until her lips brush against your ear, "after you finish that hot chocolate, let's go to bed, and we will show you just how sorry we are."

That hot chocolate was drank incredibly fast.

Grumbles come from both you and Wanda when the alarm blares at 4am like it does every morning.

One would think Natasha would have turned it off considering the time you three finally fell asleep, but no. Like clockwork, the Russian rolls over to turn off the alarm and get out of bed.

“No,” you mutter and try to hold on to Natasha’s arm.

She chuckles lightly, looking down at you. Leaning down, she briefly kisses both of your lips, “I’m sorry, it’s time for my run.”

A heavy breath escapes your mouth, “ok.” You sit up and scoot to the edge of the bed.

“Wait, where are you going?” Wanda asks you, sitting up in her spot alone in the bed.

“My room,” you respond in the middle of a yawn.

Both of your girlfriends sigh. Wanda on the bed, Natasha standing near the drawers that keep her workout clothes.

It’s been a while since you’ve done this. It’s happened a lot less lately, but occasionally you still forget in a sleepy haze that you live in here now. You have for months.

Quickly, Wanda grabs your arm and drags you back to your spot next to her.

“This is your room,” the witch curls up against you and settles to fall back asleep.

Natasha shoots a quick text to Steve and returns to the bed. “One of these days,” she strokes your cheek tenderly, “I hope you stop trying to escape our bed.”

You look at her with a sad expression, "I'm sorr-"

They both stop you quickly.

Natasha shakes her head, "sshhhh."

Wanda presses a finger to your lips and drowsily mumbles, "no sorry. Only sleep." Her hand relaxes and rests flat on your chest.

Natasha has to suppress a laugh at her girlfriend's sleepy antics. She leans down to capture your lips again.

It's a short, sweet kiss, but it's what you needed in that moment.

When she tries to end the kiss, you chase her lips. You try to deepen the kiss only for her to stop you with a hand on your shoulder.

"Ah ah ah," the widow smirks at you teasingly, "I don't think so. Go back to sleep; you need it. The two of you were giggling until 3am last night."

Playful grumbles fall from your lips as you turn over to nestle against Wanda, pressing your forehead against hers.

"You were giggling too," the sokovian accuses without even opening her eyes. You can't help the happy giggles the bubble in your chest at the memory.

Behind you, Natasha lays down again, wrapping an arm around your waist, "that's why I'm going back to sleep too."

Your brows knit together, and you turn your head over your shoulder, "what about your run?"

"Steve will be alright on his own for a day." She presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck, "I want to sleep in with my girls."

Happiness blooms and takes root in your chest. You settle back in with a smile on your face that stretches ear to ear.

"But what if he gets lost?" Wanda jokes, barely even awake.

A fit of giggles passes between the three of you, and before long, you all slip back into a peaceful slumber.

A/N: I promise a proposal is coming! There was also supposed to be another scene in here, but I think I'll save it. So, it can be its own stand-alone piece. I hope you enjoyed! If you have any other ideas for this series let me know!

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 year

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Can you do a sub Wanda Maximoff x Male Werewolf Reader x sub Natasha Romanoff pls?

Wanda: detka come to bed please

Y/N continues howling at the moon…

Natasha: we promise we’ll give you a different reason to howl tonight

Y/N’s ears perk and then runs into the bedroom.

Wanda: works every time

Natasha: now comes the fun

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Morgan Stark x Fem!Reader (Troublemakers)

Thanks for the fluffy request, hope this is close to what you wanted. @ameeelia07

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The anticipation of your girlfriend's return from their week long mission had been driving you insane as you sat alone in your apartment. It was a no contact mission, so most days you sulked around your place after coming home from work. The mess you'd accumulated was actually daunting, take out containers and blankets in nearly every inhabitable corner, and wrappers of all sorts decorated the place.

How you'd been able to trash the shared space in a week had made no sense to you; your breaking point had actually been when Liho found you. He'd been minding his business when suddenly his paw was attacked by a sticky wrapper. You had been sat on the couch when you heard a consistent crunching sound, then you'd curiously looked down to see Liho glaring up at you. Now though, everything was shining, as you'd used all of your extra energy to make the place spotless for their arrival.

———

Sadly they're running late as they were originally due back yesterday. The quinjet had apparently been having difficulties, so they got stranded in Greenland for the night, and most of today. Natasha had texted you at around 6PM to give you the bad news.

*Detka, we will not be in until midnight, so we're going to stay at the compound, but we promise to make it up to you in the morning*

The message hurt your soul, and your shoulders deflated. You refused to spend another night alone though. So, you got dressed in a comfy sweatsuit, and took yourself to the compound on your bike just as the sun was just beginning to set.

"Hey! Iron Man! Let me in!"

"Sorry, no fans allowed!"

"Stank! I'm not messing around."

"Hey, I said stop calling me that..." He grumbled, then you heard the ding, and saw the gate opening.

"Thank you Tony Baloney..." You giggled over the intercom, then rolled right on through, and left your bike at the bottom of the steps

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit today kid?" Tony asks, as he pulls you through the doors and immediately into a hug.

You melt into his strong embrace, having honestly missed the man, and been very touch deprived for the entirety of the week.

"Seriously? Old Spice? Aren't you meant to be a millionaire? You really are a grandpa..." You playfully gag.

"Okay, no more compound for you." He quips, playfully peeling you off and pretending to push you back out the door.

"Well, if your faulty tech hadn't have left my girlfriends stranded, I wouldn't have had to come here in the first place."

"Oh, and here I thought you were here to see me."

"Silly man.. Now, who else is here for me to bother?"

"Bruce, Steve, Bucky..."

"Boring, Boring, Boring..."

"Pepper's here.."

"Wait! Does that mean Morgan is here?!"

"I was getting there.."

"Oh my gosh! Where ?!"

"The garden..."

You took off in search of your favorite Stark, and found her drawing one of the rose bushes, while her mother was sat off to the side working on paperwork. Pepper looked up to see you and you made a 'shh' movement so that you could sneak up on the tiny Stark.

"Mommy, look at —."

"Stop right there you heathen!" You shouted in a deep voice, and Morgan turned to you with wide eyes, before giggling at the sight of you in a fighting stance with a puffed out chest.

"You'll never catch me!" She shouts back before weaving in between the rose bushes to try and evade your grasp.

Eventually you snatched her up from under her armpits, and began spinning her around in circles, only stopping when Pepper speaks.

"Girls... No roughhousing in the garden"

"Sorry Mommy..." You both say, and Pepper narrows her eyes in your direction.

"What? Whenever she says it she practically gets away with murder, thought I could try.." You state with a shrug of your shoulders and the woman just walks over your way.

"Well Morgan, since your bestie is here, your dad and I will be going out to a fancy dinner does that sound good?"

"Heck yeah!" You both shout, and you pull the brunette even closer.

"Y/N/N.. You're squishing me." She grunts out, and you lighten your hold and place an apology kiss to her temple.

"Here's some takeout money, we'll be back by ten..." Pepper states, handing you three twenties, then she pulls you both in for a hug.

"Nice to see you Y/N/N, be good."

"I'm always good." You huff, then carry Morgan into the house while she's upside down.

"Y/N! We should get pizza, then we can watch Frozen, and ooh, we can play dress up." The tiny brunette begins to ramble, and you hum in acknowledgment while pulling up a local pizza spot.

Once the pies arrive, you'd set your girls room at the compound up for a movie sesh, and settled in with Morgan for a sing along.

"Olaf's an idiot." You grumble, and Morgan gasps from besides you, as you both watch the snowman sing about the summer time.

"That's not very nice..."

"Well the truth isn't always nice."

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"Let it go!!!! Let it go!!!!" Morgan sings along, while simultaneously holding steady eye contact with you as you reach for the final cookie.

You lift the cookie from the box, watching as her eyes follow you and her expression hardens.

"When I'll rise like the break of dawn..."

"Is that a threat?" You ask with a quirked brow and smirk to rival your assassin girlfriends.

"Let it go, let it go.." She practically growls while standing atop the bed.

"Here I stand in the light of day. Let the storm rage on. The cold never bothered me anyway..." She loudly sings along, then jumps across the bed to yank the cookie from your grasp, you bend it just right to split the cookie in half.

She overestimated her jump though, so you'd had to catch her by her foot. You quickly ate your half before pulling her body back up onto the bed as you laughed.

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Anna: She froze my heart and only an act of true love can save me.

Hans: A true love's kiss. [he strokes her face gently then leans in to kiss her but then stops] Oh, Anna. If only there was someone out there who loved you."

"That's what you get for agreeing to marry a man after one day." You laugh out, and Morgan gasps again from besides you.

"What about love at first sight?"

"Sweetheart, that's truly just a fairytale... Never ever believe love can just happen in an instance, it will never be a healthy one if it does. Love has to be built upon over time, it's not meant to be rushed, and with the right people it'll never feel like it was."

"If that was you, do you think Auntie Nat or Auntie Wanda could save you?"

A smile takes place upon your face at the thought of associating true love with your relationship, and you turn to face her directly to respond.

"Oh, most definitely... They're my soulmates.."

"Do you think I'll ever find my soulmate?"

"Of course you will sweets, you're a total catch. Anyone would be lucky to get to love you."

"Really?" She asks with an unsure expression, and you desperately want to know who'd made her this insecure, but you just reassure her the best you can.

"Yes really, I mean, I love you so much sweetheart. Everyone else here loves you."

"I love you too!" She squeals and jumps into your lap, and you tightly wrap your arms around her.

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"That was a good ending, don't you think Auntie Y/N/N?"

"Yeah, I do..."

"Now, who do we wanna dress up as?"

"Scarlet Witch and you can be the Black Widow!"

You giggle at your girlfriends newfound title, and get up to find her crown that she herself hardly ever wears. Once you found her older suit, and the accessories, you lay it on the bed.

"Friday! Please make a copy of this costume in Morgan's size."

"Right away Miss Y/L/N, It'll be ready in ten minutes." She responds, as she begins to scan the items, and you begin to look for your other girlfriends suit.

"Thank you Friday."

"I'm going to attempt to squeeze into this, you think you can clean up some while I do?"

She nods, then starts to collect all the trash while you travel into your girlfriends bathroom. After a painfully long fifteen minutes, with two mini breakdowns mixed in, you're finally able to squeeze your not as toned body into the unforgiving suit.

"Jesus Nat... This shit is so uncomfortable.." You grumble while looking yourself over in the mirror one final time, before a bright smile forms upon your face as you set off to find your favorite troublemaker.

Morgan was waiting for you in the living room, already in her suit, and was apparently talking Sam's ear off.

"Y/L/N! Looking good!" He teases, making his way over for a brief hug, and uses your entrance as an excuse to leave Morgan's riveting conversation for later.

"Careful there Wilson, wouldn't want my girlfriends to know you looked my way."

Those two are rather jealous creatures...

He clears his throat before narrowing his eyes your way.

"Please, I'm too young to die.." He pleads before taking his leave and you chuckle.

Once he's fully gone, you find you're being pelted in the abdomen by plastic balls.

"Morgan, where did you get these?" You groan, and look all over for the source of her abundance of red balls.

"Ah-ah! It's Scarlet Witch to you, and a wizard never tells her secrets."

"Wizard?" You quip, then throw back her "magic ball" before running to hide behind the couch.

"Hey! That's my magic, get your own..."

After thirty tireless minutes of fighting your girlfriend's mini me, while being dressed as your other, you slump against the couch out of exhaustion. Your arm is draped over your face while you catch your breath, and then you're groaning as Morgan plops on top of you.

"I'm tired..." Morgan murmurs against you, and a confirming yawn follows.

"Me too Momo... Wanna call it a night?"

Her lack of response tells you she's already gone, so you hold the tiny Avenger close, then make your way upstairs. Too lazy to change, you just remain in the tight suit, and leave Morgan the exact same as you lay down in the center of the bed.

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Pepper and Tony return a half hour later, sighing at the mess in the living room, but remain grateful at the sight of nothing being broken.

"Friday, where are the girls?"

"Asleep in the spare room that Romanoff and Maximoff use sometimes."

"Thank you."

At the sight of you two cuddling, Pepper opts to leave her there since the two of you looked rather adorable. Tony slipped into the dark room, and snapped a few photos.

"We really should hire her to be Morgan's nanny, she literally hates her 9-5, the scary redheads would love her being closer, and most importantly, Morgan absolutely adores her." Tony mutters as he quietly shuts the door, and his wife simply hums at the thought.

"It's definitely a shockingly good thought." Pepper teasingly agrees with the man before making her way to bed.

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Natasha and Wanda's jet lands, and the only thing on their mind at this time is sleep. Well, sleep and being reunited with you, but sadly they think they have to wait until tomorrow for that. However, as they lazily trail up the stairs the spy notices your bike that they bought you for Christmas laying against a hedge.

"Y/N..." Natasha starts to say with a goofy smile on her face.

"... she's here." Wanda confirms with a smirk, having felt you were near as soon as the door to the building was opened.

They made their way to the kitchen to grab a quick bite, and then they quietly made their way to the place they'd expected you to be waiting. Natasha entered first, and audibly awed at the sight.

"Looks like we got ourselves a couple of imposters..." She quietly chuckles, and Wanda peers over her shoulder to see for herself.

"Oh my gosh, now that's just adorable." Wanda coos, and takes an exceptionally large amount of photos.

"Well, this does explain the many red balls littering the lower levels of the compound." Natasha says as she follows her girlfriend into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

"Those outfits can't be comfortable to sleep in." She sighs, and Natasha instantly confirms that yours isn't.

Wanda simply waves her hand, and suddenly both of your outfits are replaced by plushy pajamas, and the costumes are now folded on the desk.

"You're so sweet detka." Natasha mumbles as she places a kiss to her forehead, and pulls her in for a hug.

"I want them comfortable, and I also can't imagine cuddling up to that suit of yours."

Natasha rolls her eyes at the ulterior motive.

"She did look hot in your suit though..."

"She sure did..."

"I can't wait to come home to this same view one day, but with our own babies..." Wanda dreamily states as she leans forward to place a tender kiss to Natasha's lips.

"Yeah, we need to trap her quick." Natasha jokes, and smirks once Wanda slaps her chest.

"Seriously though, I also can't wait for us to start our family. We'll have tiny little Y/N's running around. Then we can convince her to finally quit that horrid office job, and not have to worry about her nearly as much." Natasha continues, and Wanda nods against her chest before pulling away and making her way to bed.

Wanda climbs into the bed beside you, and gently pulls yours and Morgan's bodies into hers with her strong arms, and places a kiss to your temple.

"Wands?" You sleepily mumble, and she runs her fingers down the side of your face.

"Shh my darling girl, go back to sleep."

"Nat?" You question, nearing frantic

"I'm right here dorogoy..." She whispers as she climbs in on your other side, instantly calming you down as she wraps her arm over your chest.

"I missed you guys..." You sleepily mumble with a tired pout, and the women take turns kissing it.

"We missed you too detka..."

"So much..." Natasha concludes, as she buries her face into your neck, and sighs as your scent works to calm her body.

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l0velysmut · 1 month

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family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

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moonxnite · 9 months

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Yeah my life might be complicated but at least me and [fictional character] are living our best lives right now.

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abbyromanoff · 5 months

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14 DAYS OF KINKMAS MASTERLIST:

DAY 1: YOU’RE BACK, BUT ITS TOO LATE - Emily Prentiss

DAY 2: BETTER THAN HIM - Yelena Belova

DAY 3: VISIONS - Wanda Maximoff

DAY 4: OLDER - Wanda Maximoff

DAY 5: NEVER KNOW - Natasha Romanoff

DAY 6: DESIGNS - Natasha Romanoff

DAY 7: GOLDEN GIRL - Maria Hill

DAY 8: LET ME LOVE YOU - Agatha Harkness

DAY 9: MISTLETOE - Maria Hill

DAY 10: HOAX - Claire Debella

DAY 11: UNFAIR - Carol Danvers

DAY 12: KEEP QUIET - Emily Prentiss

DAY 13: HAPPY HOLIDAYS - Kate Bishop

DAY 14: DOUBLE TROUBLE - CarolValkyrie

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marvelfilth · 4 months

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Need (18+)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: g!p Natasha Romanoff, g!p Wanda Maximoff, implied influence of sex pollen, PWP, threesome, unprotected sex, blow job

Summary: absolutely zero plot, straight up PWP

Masterlist

You finally let yourself relax for the first time in the past two days, closing your eyes and throwing yourself on the couch.

You hate stealth missions. You are more of an explosion type of girl, coming in with a bang, kicking some ass and leaving as soon as possible, but this - staying hidden, moving in shadows, and sneaking behind people's backs - this is more of a Natasha thing, which is why she is the one in charge.

You sigh, turning your head to look at the redhead. She is bent over some documents, her brows furrowed in deep thought. Wanda appears by her side a moment later, drops of sweat rolling down her temples.

You sit up, and focus on the women in front of you. Hours ago something went wrong when you split up, they came back looking as guilty as ever, reassuring you that everything was alright, and you believed them then. Now you're not so sure.

"Is everything okay?" You ask, pinning them down with your eyes.

Wanda jumps in surprise and moves to stand behind the table, slightly bending over. Your eyes narrow at the sight.

"Everything is alright. You should go to the store, we don't have anything to eat," Natasha says through gritted teeth, not meeting your eyes.

Your mouth opens in shock, eyes straying to Wanda's in search of support, but you find her in a similar state - eyes dark and jaw clenched tight.

"You two go to the store. Maybe some fresh air will help you get your shit together." You huff, choosing to walk away from the women and hole up in your room, but when you pass by Wanda, your hand accidentally grazing hers, she lets out an actual growl, the wood of the table squeaking in her hold. Her eyes burn bright red, her mouth open as she pants heavily.

"What's wrong?" You hurry to her side, cupping her jaw to inspect her face, and her hips thrust forward, her eyes closing as she whines.

"You need to go." Natasha's low voice reaches your ears, making you look at the redhead. "Leave, before it's too late."

You blink and take a step back, concern swirling in your chest. "What is going on? Let me help."

Wanda takes a deep breath, her hands trembling as she reaches for your hand.

"Wanda," Natasha warns, her tone steel-like, but Wanda pays her no mind, her fingers hot on your arm as she pulls you flush against her front, burrowing her nose in the back of your neck and grinding her hips against your backside, her rock hard cock straining in the confines of her pants.

You gasp, unconsciously arching your back to meet her messy humps, her hands curling around your waist, her mouth hot on your neck. "W-wanda."

Natasha walks around the table and you finally see her fully, see the bulge in her pants, see the veins in her tense forearms. "Leave," she croaks, "before we completely lose control."

You let an involuntary whimper, the sound making Natasha pounce on you with animalistic need. Her lips are on yours, enveloping you in their warmth, her hands are rough on your hips, squeezing and tugging you away from the other woman, but Wanda doesn't budge, growling against your neck and holding on to your waist.

Natasha stumbles back, breathless, and closes her eyes tightly, her fists clenched tight. "This is your last chance. If you don't leave now, we'll take it as your permission to do whatever we want to you."

Wanda hums against the slope of your neck, nipping and sucking on the tender skin, her hot tongue soothing the sting. You gulp, head falling back against her shoulder.

"Use me," you whisper, "do whatever you want."

Natasha's eyes flash, and then she's pushing you down to your knees. Your mouth falls open as her pants and underwear slide down her legs. Her fat cock stands proudly against her stomach, precum leaking down the tip. You barely have enough time to wet your lips before she pushes it down your throat, holding your face between her hands and fucking your mouth like her life depends on it. She throws her head back, strands of her fiery red hair framing her face as she loses herself in her desire.

Wanda mewls beside you, and you glance at her, eyes widening when you see her straining cock in her fist. She pumps it fast, her eyes on you, and you reach out, your fingers wrapping around the length. She closes her eyes, her hands settle on your shoulders as you slowly jerk her off, your throat burning from Natasha's cock. She pulls away to let you take a breath, but you don't have enough time for that - Wanda immediately takes her place, shoving herself into your mouth, her balls slapping against your chin.

You blink back tears, trying to relax your throat, but still gagging on her length.

"M'sorry, detka," she murmurs, "you'll have to take it all."

Natasha taps her tip on your cheek, her fingers tangling in your hair. You pull away, finally allowed to breathe properly, and clench your thighs at the sight of their cocks in front of your face, your wetness staining your sleep shorts as you subtly grind on your heel.

Natasha growls, and then you're pulled off the floor and thrown over the spy's shoulder. She carries you to her bedroom with ease, and throws you on the bed. Wanda hurriedly tugs off your clothes, almost ripping your underwear in haste to get you naked. Natasha is on you the second you're laid bare, ready to claim your most vulnerable part. You spread your legs, bending them at your knees, your thighs wet with your arousal. Natasha tugs you closer, and forces you on your hands and knees.

"Better," she husks, the tip of her cock pushing between your folds and into your tight heat, your walls clenching tightly around her shaft. She moans, thrusting balls deep, "Such a good pussy, taking me like a good slut."

You cry out, mouth falling wide open, and see Wanda settle in front of you, her cock still wet with your spit. She takes hold of your jaw and pushes your head down, simultaneously thrusting her cock deep inside your throat. "Fuck, Nat, we should've done this sooner."

They fuck you like you're a common whore, using your holes to their liking, Wanda's balls slapping against your chin, Natasha's palms placed possessively on your ass. You gag on the witch's shaft, tears streaming down your face, but she's too far gone in her pleasure to notice, hips snapping faster with each thrust. Natasha's length spreads your cunt almost painfully, the tip of her thick cock pushing against your cervix with each rough thrust.

Your moans send vibrations through Wanda's length, making the young witch cry out, her abs taut with tension, fingers pulling at your hair harshly. She comes down your throat with a loud moan, making you gag on her cum. You pull away, struggling to swallow the load that leaks all over your face and chest.

Natasha's thrusts become erratic as she gets closer to her own release, her fat cock sloshing in your wetness.

"Tasha- ah, please," you gasp, and she flips you on your back, changing the angle.

"Louder, baby," she pants, snapping her hips faster, her fingers leaving bruises on your hips. "I want everyone to know what a cock slut you are." Her dirty words make your head spin, your walls clenching around her thickness, trying to swallow her in.

Wanda throws one led over your stomach, now hovering over you, and pushes your breasts together before thrusting her cock between them. You eagerly open your mouth, welcoming the reddened tip. She whines and mewls as she plays with your breasts, her thumbs stroking your nipples, ready to come again just from the sight below her.

Your legs are spread wider before they're thrown over Nat's shoulders. She presses her palm against the bulge in your belly, making you scream, "Yes! Ah- Nat… Yes, yes, yes- deeper, I need you deeper."

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as she thrusts one last time, releasing a load of cum into your clenching heat. The pressure inside you releases as you're hit by the most powerful orgasm you've ever had. A few seconds later Wanda follows, forcing your jaw open and thrusting the tip of her cock inside. This time you swallow it all.

She falls on the bed beside you, her body glistening with sweat as you both catch your breath. Natasha slowly pulls out, gently massaging your thighs before taking place on your other side.

"We're not done," she whispers against your ear, her palm cupping your pussy. "We're not done until we've used every single one of your holes. And after that we'll go back to the compound, and we'll do it again and again and again."

Wanda nods, grinning wolfishly, and settles over you, her cock on your lower stomach, ready to fulfill Natasha's promise.

You gulp and spread your legs wider, ready to give them everything.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff smut #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wandanat x reader #wandanat smut #natasha romanoff x you #wanda maximoff x you #black widow x reader #scarlet witch x reader

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gfmaximoff · 8 months

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Y/N: I don’t even flirt that much.

Yelena: Oh really? *stands up* Raise your hands if you think you’re dating Y/N.

Natasha: *raises hand*

Wanda: *raises hand*

Shuri: *raises hand*

Kate: *raises hand*

Yelena, side eyeing violently: Kate Bishop, what was that?

#avengers #incorrect mcu quotes #marvel incorrect quotes #avengers incorrect quotes #yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #shuri #shuri x reader #kate bishop #kate bishop x reader #kate x yelena #gfmaximoff #bishova

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spaghettiposts · 26 days

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Window Crashin’

WandaNat x Spidey!Reader

Summery: Crashing into the wrong window at night proves to be the best mistake you’ve ever made.

Warnings: Very OBLIVIOUS reader, straight up stupid I can’t lie. Gay panics all around. Fluff

Word count: 1.6k

A/n: my first time officially writing for Nat and I think I’d like to continue so expect separate fics of her sometime soon.

Kraven had become an incessant thorn in your side, his relentless rampage ever since he announced “The Grand Hunt” in the heart of Central Park felt like a never-ending nightmare. One that persistently dragged on as the weeks floated by, each day a new form of tinnitus growing in your eardrums at the echoings of his horn. Falling once again into his endless game of cat and mouse.

Or in your case Kraven and Spider–with Kraven playing predator and you, the elusive Spider, trying to lure him away from innocent civilians roaming the streets of New York.

Which wasn’t as easy as one would imagine, but you made do with what you had, brains over brawns. Clinging onto the hope that eventually, Kraven would grow tired of chasing and resign for the night, with the promise that he’d return. And so the cycle goes on.

There were other options you could resort to, but those were last resorts, ones you only used if you were certain you couldn’t handle Kraven or in case of an emergency. In all honesty, you’re avoiding involving the Avengers, it’s really the last thing you want this to come to. A couple of broken ribs wasn’t an Avengers level threat.

You could handle Kraven by yourself perfectly fine, and nobody got hurt at the end of the day—except mainly your sleep schedule.

And now, as you swung through the thick chilling air on route to the compound; you were struggling to stay awake, the bruises littered across your body only making it harder to keep swinging. It wasn’t that sleep had ever been your strong suit, but now, it seemed like a distant luxury. The sacrifice of a hero came in many forms, and sleep deprivation was yours.

Tony had sacrificed half his company in pursuit of a heroic lifestyle, hell, even Steve froze himself to save humanity. If humanity needed you to suffer from fewer hours in bed, then so be it.

You fought relentlessly to keep your eyes from drooping and it only took the honking of a truck for you to jolt awake, merely missing out on the experience of being rammed by one.

Shaking your head, you muttered words of encouragement to yourself, living on a prayer of making it back to the compound - in one piece.

As the familiar building came into view, you let out a breath of relief you didn’t know you were holding. Taking a moment to gather yourself, you swung around towards the left block and homed in on your window, only to face-plant straight into it with a resounding thud.

You groaned against the pavement, pressing your hands on the wall to steady yourself before you could slide off. Silently thanking that radioactive spider for granting you the ability to stick to surfaces as you adjusted yourself, what the fuck?

A miscalculation on your part—or at least you pictured. Pushing yourself back from the wall, your eyebrows crinkled. Huh.

You always left your window open–had one of your teammates closed it off?

Assuming one of the guys must’ve closed it off, you didn’t question much, missing your bed and running on pure exhaustion to really assess the situation seriously. Gripping the sides of the window, you tried to pry from the outside, and after a couple of difficulties; you managed to unlock it, budging it open with a click.

Finally, home sweet home.

Your body toppled into the room first before the rest of your body crashed onto the floor, reaching an arm to shut the window behind you. With a sigh of relief, you picked yourself up, stretching your arms above your head, eliciting a satisfying ‘pop’ from your back, feeling all the pent-up tensions of the day leave your body.

Pressing the button on your chest, making quick work of discarding your suit. You struggled more than you’d like to admit, having to hop on one foot to wiggle your feet out of the padding.

Amidst your squirming, you failed to notice the crimson warps seeping from your bed, freezing mid-movement as the lights flickered on by themselves, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You screeched, scrambling up to your feet, firmly clutching your uniform in a poor attempt to cover yourself from the two women on your bed, equally startled.

“Y/n…? What are you doing here?” Natasha says after a beat of silence, her eyes furrowing as she lowers her gun and the arm protectively wrapped around her girlfriend. Wanda mirrored her actions and let the red wisps fall before she turned to you disconcertingly.

You shrunk under their gaze, feeling your heart pick up. It was too late to salvage any attempts at running for it, so you turned away, ignoring how affected you felt by their disheveled appearances.

Instead, you focused on why they were inside your room in the first place. Not that you minded having two beautiful women in your bed but at this hour?

“What are you doing in my room? I just got back, what’s…” Your voice trailed off, slipping on your suit, as you looked towards your dresser…was it always that color? And why was there a photo of Wanda and Natasha on your nightstand? Sure, you were hopelessly in love with the two but never to this extent.

Barely bordering on those lines.

“Detka…this is our room,” Wanda said slowly, as to not startle you.

You cursed under your breath, realizing your mistake. “Aw fuck, I must’ve crashed into the wrong—wall-side thing,” you explained messily, picking yourself up for what felt like the hundredth time tonight.

“Crashed?” Both of the girls shouted and you winced, scooting off awkwardly to the side, feeling even more like an intrusion.

“Yeah but it’s okay though, that’s nothing compared to Kraven's fists, trust me.” You meant to reassure them, but judging by the worried looks they exchanged, it had the opposite effect. Taking their silence as an opportunity to leave, you stepped back.

“Anyways, sorry for interrupting your night.” You mumbled apologetically, reaching for the window handle. “I’ll see y'all tomorrow— son of a bitch.” You grunted, banging your head against the glass for the second time this night. You were really starting to resent these things.

And Wanda bit her bottom lip, “Malysh, it’s late and you’re…not doing well, why don’t you stay here tonight?” She suggested softly, her voice coming out as sweet as honey and you almost dropped dead there.

“Here?” You blurted out, feeling a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. “Like, with you and Nat?”

Natasha and Wanda shared an amused look, before nodding in unison.

Your face crinkled, not really understanding what the looks were for but you assumed it was all in your head. Sparing one last glance at the two, you confirmed this was okay, searching for even the smallest bits of hesitancy or discomfort only to find nothing but welcoming smiles.

With a small nod, barely audible, you murmured a hesitant “alright,” as you settled into the chair beside their bed, placing your feet on the small wooly ottoman.

Had your eyes been open, you might’ve noticed the way their faces dropped in disappointment. After months of obvious pining, not-so-subtle flirting thrown your way, you were choosing to sleep…not with them but on a chair.

A brief silence lingered, and you shifted in your seat. Even with your eyes closed, you could feel their eyes piercing and you were starting to sweat.

“Sorry,” You mumble, heat rising up your neck in embarrassment as you removed your feet off the ottoman, fearing you had overstepped. Still, their gazes remained unwavering and you rubbed your arm unsurely, “Is the chair off–limits too? I can take the floor if that’s better.”

“Dorogoy, we’re inviting you into our bed,” Natasha chuckles disbelievingly, fingers tracing the covers as to tempt you with the invitation.

“Mhmm, yeah no. I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” You shook your head, stumbling over your words. “I don’t do well in confined spaces with pretty women, I mean— no wait you are, both are super pretty but that’s not—“

Thankfully, Wanda interjected before you could embarrass yourself further with a giggle. You swore your stomach flipped. “Cute, but won’t you get cold?” She suggested, Natasha nodding and lifting the covers, adding, “It’s much warmer over here.”

Again, you waved them off and they were starting to get fed up with your excuses. “Oh nah! My suit has thermal heating installed, pretty cool right? Tony helped me insulate it–”

“Y/n, just get in the bed.”

Before you could protest further, you felt those warm red tendrils wrap around you, coaxing you into their bed, and you couldn’t even remember why you were fighting this in the first place when their arms wrapped around you. Not when their sheets were so warm, and their bodies warmer.

Resistance be damned, as Natasha's hand ran gently through your hair, you relaxed into it, and both girls smiled. This was how things needed to be, always.

Still, your heart was beyond nervous to even enjoy the moment but they were pushing at your shoulders to tuck you in further, getting settled themselves. They tangled their limbs with your own and it was official; there was definitely no escaping this.

Pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, Wanda murmured a couple of words and you felt more comfortable clothes encase you. Natasha pressed a tender kiss to the shell of your ear before bidding you a good night.

You repeat her words back and they tighten their grip, closing their eyes.

With exhaustion finally catching up to you, your eyes drooped helplessly again, fluttering shut, bones begging for sleep, and you finally surrendered to its embrace. Allowing yourself a moment of rest with the two people you treasure most in the world.

And suddenly, crashing into windows didn’t seem so bad after all.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda my beloved #natasha x you #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha x wanda #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n

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wandasfifthwife · 30 days

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masterlist | I got a bad idea series

southern!wandanat x fem!city-girl reader

summary: you’re visiting your grandparents’ farm because they wished for everyone to come together again after five years. your grandma decides to invite others like their neighbors—an older married couple who’s been a family friend for years—to their big get together as well. the morning after the event you find yourself waking up in their bed with no memory of the day before.

tw: married!wandanat, age gap (w&n are 30, r is 23), small hurt/comfort, r gets injured (minor), there will be smut MDNI (w&n top, r bottom), alcohol consumption mentioned (by r, w, and n), no description on reader besides that r uses she/her pronouns and has a v&breasts, r falls first but they fall HARDER, poly relationship, light angst with happy ending!!

a/n: each individual chapter will have its own trigger warnings. If you would like to be on the taglist, comment :)

MASTERLIST

* = suggestive content

*** = smut 18+ MDNI

main story | completed

(1) a classic get-together

(2) the curse of living in a small town

(3) take me dancing *

(4) sweet thing

(5) a bad decision ***

(6) said that we were done but you’re all up on me *****

(7) please, let me stay *

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scarlethexelove · 1 month

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Our Omega

Pairing: Alpha!WandaNat x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 5155

Warnings: Smut, Wanda and Nat have a penis, Soft!Nat, Rough!Wanda, Heat, Mating mark, Knotting, Breeding, Someone tries to attack reader but Wanda and Nat stop them, Hints to lactation kink, I really don't think there is much else.

A/n: I really hope this isn't shit. I really liked writing this. Wanda isn't too rough in this one but definitely rougher than Nat. Just sweet alphas who don't treat their sweet Omega like shit.

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The door chimes causing your gaze to lift to the opening door. You’re shocked to see the people walking through the door. The Avengers have just walked through the door of your small bakery. Leading the group is the pack leader along with her mate. Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff, two alpha’s. The rest of the mostly alpha pack followed close behind. Normally so many alpha’s in an area won’t bother you but with you so close to your heat and being an unmated omega is making it difficult with all of them around. You put on a mask knowing you need to be your best when the most famous people in the world are in your bakery.

With a wide smile you greet the group. “Hi, I’m Y/n. We have a wide array of baked goods for you to choose from. Just let me know what you would like and I’ll get them all ready for you.” Wanda tilts her head looking at you curiously but you just give her soft smile back. Nat is also watching you but you can’t seem to read her. The gaze of both the alpha’s on you causes a light dusting of pink to cover your cheeks. The rest of the group looked around to see what they wanted to eat.

Nat clears her throat. “Everyone wait outside.” She demands the rest. “But I want to look.” Tony whines. Nat turns to look at the rest. “I said wait outside. We will get everyone something.” Nat’s demanding tone has your inner omega wanting to submit causing you to shrink in on yourself. As the rest go to wait outside the two alpha’s turn back to you noticing you’re dropped head and smaller form. “I’m so sorry mega. I thought it would be easier without everyone.”

You wanted to be thankful for what she did but at the same time you need to be able to handle a room full of alpha’s if you want to have a successful business. But you know she just meant well by her actions. You lift your head and give her a small smile. Brushing off your previous distress and ready to help the two women with everything they need.

With less alpha’s in the room their scents invade your senses. One of their scents laced with cinnamon and spices, reminding you of fall. The other smelling of sweet vanilla. Both of their scents are intoxicating already. Both women are very attractive but you know you can’t think like that they are already a mated pair and they probably wouldn’t want an omega like you. So you push it out of your mind and focus on running your business.

“What can I get for you?” You ask the women. They look around for a minute before Nat speaks up. “Two of everything.” You can’t help the look of shock at the woman's order. “A-are you sure?” She gives you a kind smile. “Yes please.” You nod and start moving around to get everything you need. “Of course. I’ll have everything ready for you in a few minutes.” You move around the area gracefully. Throwing in a few extras as you go. Wanting nothing more than to satisfy the Avengers.

You can feel their eyes following you but you are in your groove currently. Once you are done with everything they come up to the counter and Natasha pulls out her wallet. You wave your hands and shake your head. “No, no, no. It’s on the house, my treat. You guys do so much for the city. The least I can do is give you guys some food.” Nat shakes her head back at you. “I’m not sure your boss would like that. Also I insist.” She starts pulling out money ready to pay. “I’m actually the owner so I can give you whatever I want.” You tell the alpha. You would normally never talk back to an alpha, especially an Avenger but you want to get your point across. But neither of them are going to take no for an answer. Wanda takes some money out of Nat’s hands and gives it to you. You look down at the cash and back up at the alpha’s. You can tell by the looks on their faces that they will not take no for an answer. So you look back down at the cash in your hand and gasps. “This is way too much.” In your hand is almost $500 dollars, way more than what it cost to get everything.

Both alpha’s shake their heads. “Keep it. You deserve it.” Wanda says. She has the softest and kindest smile you have ever seen. “I-I-I don’t think I can take this.” You stutter trying to hand some of the money back but neither of them will have it. Wanda takes your hands in hers. “Please take it.” You look at her hands around yours and then back up to her face. A small blush covering your face when you nod. “Okay.” You say barely above a whisper. She smiles before she and Nat take the baked goods, making their way out leaving you shocked.

That is how your friendship with the Avengers started. After that day you saw at least one of them once a week. Sometimes alone and sometimes the whole team would come in. You built a friendship with each member but as they continue to come a crush on the two women formed. They were always so sweet and kind with you. Nat plays up a big persona of being hard and little emotion but you can see right through that facade. Which only makes your crush grow stronger, but you know you can’t act on it. So you leave it at that just a crush.

With the Avengers frequenting your bakery your business picks up exponentially. You had to hire more employees to help you keep up. One of those being your best friend Kate Bishop. You thank the Avengers for their business and the fact they have brought in more customers for you. Always trying to give them free food but none of them ever take it.

Today wasn’t like other days. You had 3 call offs and your heat was quickly approaching. You thought that you had a few more days but as the day drags on you know you won’t make it. You have already called Kate who had the day off hoping she could cover. She of course said she would but it would take her some time to get there. So now you’re fighting your heat and just waiting for her to get here.

The room is filled with alpha's, some of them pausing to look at you. A hungry look in their eyes as they realize what is going on with you. You want to run and hide but you can’t leave the store unattended so you suck it up the best you can. That is until a wave of burning stabbing pain hits your lower abdomen. You wrap your arms around your stomach, hunching over as you hold in a whimper. You don’t even hear the ringing of the bell as another patron enters the building. Another stronger wave has you crumbling to the ground, a whimper escaping your lips.

You can now faintly hear a commotion but you can’t focus on the words or voices. You look up seeing an alpha about to jump over the counter when they are pulled back harshly. There is a commanding roar of an alpha that causes you to whine and bare your neck waiting for the alpha to approach. You wish your inner omega was stronger but with your heat here you can’t control it. Two alpha’s approach you quickly crouching down next to you. You let out another whine and strain your neck more.

“Oh milaya, none of that.” Wanda’s hand cups your cheek. Both of their scents invade your senses, calming you down slightly. You can’t help but nuzzle her hand causing her and the other woman to smile at you. A whimper escapes as another wave of pain courses through you. Leaving the women concerned for you. They have been falling for you just as much as you for them but they were worried you wouldn’t like them back or want to be involved with Avengers.

Just then Kate rushes in the door, her eyes scanning the room seeing that there had been a scuffle. Concerned for your safety when she can’t see you. She knows your heat is close, that is until she catches a whiff of your scent. She knows that you have gone into heat and how dangerous it is for you to have been here. She rushes around the counter stopping when she sees you curled in on yourself as Nat and Wanda crouch next to you. Wanda’s hand is still on your cheek. She lets out a growl at the woman. She knows that you aren’t in any danger with them but she instinctively wants to protect you while you’re so vulnerable. Neither of them move their concern only on you.

“Kate, we are here to help. We don’t want to hurt her.” Nat speaks calmly to the other omega. Kate looks from them back to you. She can see you, how you're trying to nuzzle in further to Wanda. She lets out a sigh. “Sorry alpha.” She puts her head down. Becoming part of the Avengers pack as Yelena’s omega has gotten her close to them and she didn’t want to disrespect the pack leader. “It’s ok. I know you are only trying to protect your friend.” Nat moves closer to you leaning down and moving to pick you up. She acts slowly to give you the chance to pull away but you don’t. It makes the woman smile as she picks you up. You quickly wrap yourself tightly around her and nuzzle into her scent gland. Breathing in her cinnamon scent that calms you.

“I think we will take her to the compound, she will be safe there. I don’t trust that after those alphas coming after her that she will be safe. They could easily follow her home.” Nat speaks to both Wanda and Kate. They both nod in agreement. “Kate, do you have this here?” Nat asks as she holds you closer to her. “Yeah I think I got this.” Kate replies before the door chimes. All three women go on defense growling at the scent of another alpha but all calm when they realize who it is. Kate’s mate Yelena struts through the door holding up her hands in surrender to the three as you whimper in Nat’s arms.

Yelena smirks at the older alpha when she sees you in her arms, wrapped tightly around the woman like a koala. Nat rolls her eyes when she sees how her sister is looking at her. “Lena!” Kate says bouncing over to her and throwing her arms around her neck pecking her lips. Yelena’s hands placed firmly on Kate’s hips. “Yel help Kate out here we are taking Y/n to the compound. Some alphas attacked so maybe help her clean up a bit.” Yelena looks around at the mess brows furrowed as Nat speaks. That is until she catches your sweet scent. Instantly understanding your predicament and understanding why the three were growling at her as she came in the door.

“Please be careful you two.” Wanda tells the alpha and her omega, handing Kate some money. Kate looks at the money and then back up to Wanda confused. “For damages.” Wanda explains. Kate is about to argue back about that but the look Wanda gives her tells her there is no room for that. She is second in command of the pack and will not take no for an answer. So Kate gives her a nod moving to start cleaning up the place, Yelena helping her mate clean as the two women leave with you.

Once the alphas get you to the compound they take you to the spare bedroom next to theirs not wanting to overstep any boundaries you might have. It has been hard for them to fight their inner alphas to not to just claim you as theirs. You’re currently wrapped around Wanda tightly as she walks into the room. She goes to put you on the bed but you don’t let go. “Malyshka can you let go?” She asks softly, but your only response is to shake your head and whine. Being in their arms is the most comfort you have had in a long time dulling the ache.

So the women decide to take you into their own room. If it provides you the comfort you need they will take the suffering to make you feel even the slightest bit better. Wanda sits down on the bed with you still wrapped around her. Your head in her neck as you let her scent drown out your senses. Nat walked away from the two of you for a few minutes before coming back. In her arms is a plethora of blankets. She sets them on the bed next to Wanda. “Detka?” She crouches down in front of you two and says softly. “Can you please come out? I brought you blankets for a nest.” Her voice is still soft, watching you for any movement.

Slowly you pull your head out, eyes landing on the pile. You hesitantly move not wanting to leave the comfort of the alpha but your inner omega is telling you to build your nest. “Thank you Nat.” You whisper, taking the blankets and moving to a corner of the room. It has been a losing battle to fight your inner omega who just craves the women. But you don’t want to overstep too much so you build your nest in the corner. You crawl into it moving things around till you’re comfortable.

Being around the alphas has dulled your pain. It is still there but in less intense waves, but the slick has increased. You can now feel it coating your thighs. The two have watched you intently, hard uncomfortable bulges in their pants. Wanting nothing more than to claim you as their own. It isn’t until your small voice breaks the silence in the room that they break from the trance. “Alphas?” You whimper. The women quickly move over to you concerned that something could be wrong. You look up to them with tears in your eyes, scared to ask anything more of them but craving their comfort.

Wanda’s hand gently cups your face, her thumb rubbing over your cheek gently. “Yes, omega. Do you need anything?” Wanda’s softness makes you purr as you nuzzle. “Please stay.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but they hear you. The women share a look before they agree. Nat gets in front of you which you instantly cuddle into her side, your head instinctively nuzzling into her neck. Wanda slots herself behind you. Both of them cuddle you tightly.

Nat notices it instantly, your warm slick slowly coating her thigh. You start grinding against her thigh. Your brain is not even registering it until you let out a soft moan. A look of panic crossing your face when you realize what you are doing. “I-I-I’m sorry.” You try to pull away but their arms wrapping around you tightly keeps you in place. “What do you need mega?” Wanda kisses your shoulder and mumbles. You let out another whine at her words wanting to beg them to use you, breed you, mark you, to become their mate. “We can’t help you if you don’t tell us, sweet girl.” Nat kisses your forehead letting her lips linger there.

You look up to the woman in front of you. “I want you, both of you.” You whisper. They are both slightly shocked but not entirely due to your recent actions. Nat’s hand cups your cheek. “Are you sure? This isn’t just your heat?” You shake your head no at her words. “Wanted you for a while. Didn’t think you wanted me. I’m nothing special.” You look down out of embarrassment waiting for the rejection, but it doesn’t come. Nat’s finger hooks under your chin, making you look back up at her. She gently kisses your lips before pulling back your breaths mingling together in the open space. “We want you too, and you are special. You are the most kind and gentle person we have ever met.”

It’s so quick that you don’t even notice. Wanda’s arms are removed from you and Nat has pushed you on your back hovering over you. “If you want us to stop or you change your mind you can tell us.” Nat tells you gently pecking your lips. “Are you sure you want this mega?” Wanda asks you. You nod your head. “We need words pretty girl.” You look at Wanda who is laying on her side with her head propped on her hand. “Want you.” Was the only words that slipped past your lips. In an instant with red whisps all of your clothes are gone. You look at Wanda a bit shocked, a smirk playing on her lips.

Soon the alphas' clothes soon follow. Their rock hard cocks springing free of their confines. You feel Nat’s slap against your stomach causing you to look down. Your eyes widen at her sheer size wondering how she will fit. Your eyes then trail to Wanda. She looks even bigger than Nat, not by much but a noticeable difference. You can feel more of your slick coating your thighs as you whine.

Nat kisses your head as her hand guides her cock to your folds. Swiping through them coating herself in your arousal, her tip nudging against your sensitive bundle of nerves. You let out a moan as she keeps nudging. When she is satisfied, she moves the tip down to your entrance, looking at you for your confirmation that you're still ok. When you give her a nod, she slowly starts to push in. Slowly sinking her cock into your wet and warm cunt.

“Fuck so tight.” Nat moans as your walls clamp around her member. You’re so thankful for your heat, your slick allowing her to slip in easily. You wrap your legs around her waist as she sinks in further. When her thighs meet your ass you gasp at the fullness. You’ve never felt this full in your life and it feels so right.

Nat gives you some time to adjust to the stretch fighting her inner alpha to just pound into you mercilessly. Wanda turns your head leaning in to kiss you. Her hands reach between your bodies as she finds your breasts. Her fingers expertly tweaking your nipples causing you to moan in her mouth distracting you from the fact that Nat has pulled almost all the way out before sinking back in. Her pace is slow at first just getting used to you. You feel so good and she doesn’t want to cum too early.

When Nat feels like she can, her pace quickens. She fucks into you gently, her thrust deep as she angle just right. Hitting your spot deep inside. Wanda’s mouth is still on yours as she swallows all of your moans. Enjoying your full breast in her hands, groping at pinching her nipples as her mate fucks into you.

You don’t expect the alpha to be so gentle as she fucks you but it feels so good from her. Her caring and soft side showed through with every thrust of her hips. She leans up grabbing your hips watching as her cock disappears into your hole. Entranced by your sweet scent and how you take her so well. How your hips buck into her to meet her thrust trying to get her that much deeper. The outline of her cock bulging from your skin, she presses down and a loud moan is escaping you. She looks back up to watch as Wanda devours you, catching every whimper and moan until you can’t keep up anymore.

“So pretty and made for us. Taking me so well.” Nat praises you. “So perfectly wrapped around my cock squeezing me so tight. Fuck.” She moans when you clench. Your panting, eyes closed as your orgasm builds. One of Wanda’s hands drifting down between both of your bodies finding your bundle of nerves pinching it between her fingers. You cry out in pleasure and pain as she continues. Both women bring you so close to the edge. Your walls squeezing Nat tight, her grunts and moans filling your ears. Her knot starts to form hitting against your entrance, just begging to fill you.

Wanda’s hand continues toying with your clit as Nat drives her hips into you. Your legs are slightly shaking around Nat’s hips. She leans back down the more her knot swells. You're both close to cumming. She kisses your scent gland sending small waves of pleasure. Her hips become more erratic when her knot fully forms. Slamming against your entrance. With a few more thrust her knot pops in and her teeth sink into your neck. You cry out in ecstasy as your orgasm washes over you. She marks you claiming you as her omega. Filling you with her cum as your back arches. Grinding into you as white hot ropes of cum fill you. Your cum coating her cock as your walls squeeze her knot, milking her dry. She lets your neck go and licks your wound clean. You look up at her curious and hopeful eyes. She smiles and leans her head giving you access to the opposite side from where Wanda bit. You lean up sinking your teeth in her scent gland. She moans out and you don’t know how it is possible but you can feel a few more spurts of cum filling you. Which just causes you to moan around her bite. You release her and lick it clean just as she had done for you.

You’re both panting, Nat’s knot locking you together until it deflates. Wanda’s hands move away giving you two a chance to bond. Nat takes the time to gently move you both so that you are on your side. You feel the bond growing strong as you bask in the aftermath. She gently kisses your lips before leaning her forehead against yours. The room is silent until you break it. “Thank you.” You whisper between you two. Nat smiles. “No need to thank me detka. I have been wanting to do that for a long time.” The three of you laugh. It’s funny how you all wanted each other but none of you thought the other would. “Me too.” You smile, your breath still heavy between you two.

When Nat’s knot finally deflates she removes herself from you. You let out a whimper at the lost feeling empty as your mixed cum leaks out of you. Wanda kisses your shoulder and mumbles against the naked skin. “My turn malyshka. I want you to ride me.” You look back at her, your eyes wide. “I-I’ve never.” You stutter a little having never ridden anyone before. She kisses your shoulder again. “That’s ok detka. You’re going to look so beautiful bouncing on my cock.”

You feel Wanda shift as she lays on her back. You turn yourself to look at her. She has her hands behind her head and her cock standing proud. You don’t know how she was so patient when you look at her cock. Her tip is angry red and pre-cum has leaked all down her shaft. Her hand moves to wrap around and gently jerk herself. She had wanted to save all of her cum for you to fill you even fuller than you already were. You hesitate for a moment before getting up and shifting. Throwing your leg over her hips hovering over her cock. Her hand is firmly around her cock lining it up with your entrance. You look at her for a second when she gives you a reassuring smile. You give her a small smile before you start to slowly sink down on her.

Wanda moves her hand back behind her head as she watches you sink down. “Fuck your right Natty. So fucking tight. Fuck even after you fucked her she is tight.” You blush at her words, finally sitting fully in her lap. You didn’t think you could feel this full. Both of them fit you so perfectly like they were made just for you.

You grind your hips experimentally, the movement causing you and Wanda to moan. You can see the cocky smirk on her face as she waits for you to fuck yourself on her cock. “Fuck I can feel both of your cums leaking all over my cock.” She bucks her hips up, enticing you to move. You groan, taking her hint as you lift yourself up before slamming yourself down. You set a slow and steady pace as you figure out your moments. Bringing yourself up before dropping back down. Wanda enjoys the sight of your breast bouncing every time you sink back down.

But your pace is a bit slow for the woman. “Ride me like you mean it detka. I want to see you fuck yourself on my cock.” You whimper, nodding your head and picking up the pace. Bouncing on her cock and grinding your hips when you meet her pelvis. The sight in front of her is perfect as the perfect omega rides her. Even at this angle Wanda can see a perfect outline of her cock filling your tight hole. Moaning knowing that you're so full of her and that she is going to fill you even more.

Whimpers and moans fill the room as you continue to fuck yourself on her cock. Soon you feel hands on your waist as Nat moves closer to you two she helps guid you quicker on fucking her mate. Wanda’s hands moving to your plush thighs digging her fingers into the soft flesh. Starting to buck her hips up to meet you. Fucking you harder than Nat did.

“Such a whore for us already. Taking our fat cocks in your tight little hole. Look at that.” Wanda presses her hand down hard on the bulge that appears on your lower abdomen. You cry out from the pleasure and her words, looking down to see her cock moving inside of you. Your walls clench her tightly at the sights. “Oh fuck you like that don’t you little whore. Love being fucked by your alpha’s.” Wanda’s moans, her words a stark contrast to Nat’s praises. She is rougher with her thrusts. Showing a different side to each woman.

Nat turns your head towards her and kisses you hungrily. Wanda sits up planting her feet and thrusting up hard and rough. You love the difference between the two. A gentle Nat and a rougher Wanda. It turns you on immensely more slick coating Wanda’s cock the harder she drives her hips up into you. Nat still helping you fuck yourself down on her cock.

“Such a perfect cock drunk whore for us. So pretty being our little cum dump, just for us to use.” With every word that Wanda speaks it sends you closer to the edge, your walls clamping down on her. You don’t know how she can keep her rough pace as your walls suffocate her cock. She moans as your walls tighten, her knot forming and pressing against your entrance begging to slip in. Wanda nibbles at your perky nipples. “Want to be bred full of our cum? Fill you with our pups?” You moan into Nat’s mouth mumbling a yes.

“These tits would look so perfect, full of milk, your belly swollen with our pups.” She bites down on your nipple causing you to break the kiss from nat and cry out. “Mmm.” You whimper, her thrust becoming erratic as your knot fully forms. Nat lets your waist go and Wanda wraps her arms around you thrusting up harder and faster. You didn’t think she could go any harder or faster but it has you moaning louder. Your arms tightly wrapped around her as your nails dig into her back causing her to moan at the sting.

Wanda moves her head to the other side of your neck biting into your other scent gland as her knot slips inside locking you two together. You scream out and throw your head back as your vision blurs, cumming harder than you ever have before. Wanda’s cum joins Nat’s deep inside you filling the void and feeding the desires of your inner omega. Your whole body trembles in her hold as your bond forms. She pulls away, licking your wound. She lets you take the side opposite of Nat’s mark cementing your bond to both women. Small spurts of cum still fill you as Wanda grinds helping you both to ride out your highs.

When you come down your rigid body slumps into Wanda nuzzling into her neck. Her arms wrapped around you tightly, kissing the side of your head. Her fingers gently rubbing at your back. Your arms loosely wrapped around her exhaustion taking over as you close your eyes.

“Are you ok sweet girl?” Wanda questions kissing your head again. You hum in response, throat raw from your previous actions. “I wasn’t too rough was I?” You could hear the concern in her voice. So you pull back a soft smile playing on your lips. “No, it was perfect. Both of you.” Your voice is hoarse. You look back at Nat who pecks your lips. You would think that Nat would be jealous of how your body reacted to Wanda but all you can see is the love in her eyes. The stark contrast between the two is something you already love. How gentle Nat praising you as she fucked into you and how Wanda was rougher degrading you.

When Wanda’s knot deflates they both help you up on wobbly legs taking you to a warm bath and cleaning you up. Your heat subsiding for the moment, a relief you thought you would never have. You’re all now cuddled up in your nest, your head on Nat’s chest, Wanda’s arms wrapped around your waist. Your eyes droop shut as exhaustion from the day's events gets to you. If someone had told you that you would end up being the omega mate to two Avengers you would have laughed in their face but right now wrapped up with them is all you could have ever wished for. The love of two powerful and amazing alphas and they are all yours. “I love you two.” You mumble so close to sleep. Both women were smiling. “We love you too.” Wanda kisses your shoulder and Nat kisses your head. “Our omega.”

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flkwh0re · 1 month

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Team Player

Pairing: Step-mom! Wanda Maximoff x Coach! Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Age gap (Legal), Step-mom/Step-daughter relationship, Coach/Player relationship, Cheating, Manipulation(??), Threesome, Mommy Kink (W), Degrading, Spitting, Cum play(??), Fingering, Oral, Dom/Dom/Sub dynamic, Natasha has a penis, Unprotected sex, Brief breeding kink, Face riding

A/n: Love this dynamic, very odd unusual pairing tho 😭

Word count: 1,568

Today was the day of your final game of your college teams basketball game. You anxiously waited around for your dad to show, knowing he’d probably not. He always had some excuse like being busy at work, or having made plans already.

That was never the case though, it was always the fact that he was just pure lazy and didn’t give two fucks about you and the stuff you did.

It hurt you, it hurt you badly. Your step mom, Wanda, on the other hand was amazing. Stepping up to take his place any moment she could. You honestly didn’t believe how the woman married that man, but little did you know she only stayed for you.

Wanda had developed a small crush on you, then it grew. Anytime she watched one of your games, she’d have an aching throb between her thighs. Watching your skilled body move around the court, the sweat dripping down your body. The tone in your voice as you yelled at your teammates, trying to get their attention. You truly were the mvp of the team, and everyone adored you.

As you stood around by the door waiting for him, one of your teammates informed you that your couch wanted you in the locker room. You huffed and began to walk away from the entrance, until the door flew open. You craned your head around and there stood Wanda.

“Oh my god Wanda you made it!” You yelped as your arms flew around her body, your taller figure towering her. “I couldn’t miss my favorite girls final game, now could I?” She chuckled, earning a giggling and smile from you.

“I’d walk you to the gymnasium, but coach wants me. Plus the game starts soon, so I’ll see you after?” You asked. “Why don’t I come with you? I have something I wanna try on you.” She hummed, to which you shuddered and nodded with confusion.

What could she possibly want to try, were your thoughts while you two walked to the locker room. Her hand resting on your back, almost too close to your ass.

Once the two of you reached the locker room, you guided her into where your coach was. “Coach Romanoff?” You asked, the older woman turning around. “Oh hello Y/n, I needed to discuss some things with you before the game. Who’s this?” Natasha pointed to Wanda.

“Oh this is Wanda, my step-mom.” Wanda extended her hand to Natasha. “Nice to meet you..?” Wanda paused, “Natasha.” She responded. Wanda nodded, “Nice to meet you Natasha.” Natasha nodded and took her hand, “Like wise.”

After a while of Natasha discussing game plans with you, Wanda’s hands rested on your shoulders. Massaging the tense muscles. “Detka, you’re so tense. What’s wrong?” She quipped, and you nervously eyed the two women. “I- just nervous I guess.”

You lied as well as you could, you knew it wasn’t believable thought. It was hard to hide the fact you had a massive crush on your step-mom, alone with your coach. You knew it was wrong, all so very wrong.

Natasha and you messed around a couple times, quickly shutting it down when you two were almost caught by one of your teammates. You didn’t know that Wanda knew though.

She had caught you texting her multiple times about non-basketball related things, but chose not to say anything. She did feel rather protective of you, which is why she insisted on coming with you to see Nat before the game.

Wanda hummed, then glanced up at Natasha. “I know that’s not the reason, it’s because your step-mom’s hands are rubbing across your muscles and your filthy coach keeps eyeing you. Such a dirty girl you are.”

A gasp escaped your lips, Natasha eyes painfully trained on Wanda. “What do you mean by that, Wanda?” She asked sternly, her teeth gritted.

“Oh don’t act like a fool, I know that you know you get Y/n here to whore herself out to you.” Another gasped came from you, Wanda’s fingers found your lips and pushed past them.

“Hush you little slut, don’t you act surprised either.” Whimpers escaped your lips, a groan erupted from Natasha. Wanda laughed darkly, her fingers toying with your mouth.

“Why don’t we help you out before the game? We can’t have you this tense before the game, it is the final after all.” Wanda suggested, and Natasha thought for a second before agreeing.

Wanda retracted her fingers from your mouth, earning a whine from you. Her hands slide down to the hem of your jersey, pulling it over your head followed by your bra.

Her long fingers tugged at your perky nipples, using your spit that lingered on her fingers to wet them. Wanda looked up at Natasha, “Don’t just stand there, get over here.” Natasha hurriedly walked over to the bench, sitting down next to you.

Her lips attach to your nipple, biting and sucking. As she did this, Wanda’s hands worked at your tense arms and shoulders. It drove you crazy having your step-mom standing behind you, while your coach was latched to your nipple.

Natasha’s hands wandered across your stomach, tracing your abs. Her hand then slipped past the hem of your basketball shorts, teasing your clit through your soaked panties. Her mouth left your tit, capturing your lips.

Her tongue tangled with yours, and you were so caught up in the kiss you hadn’t noticed Wanda moving to sit on the opposite side of you. Wanda watched the two of you as Nat pumped her fingers into your pussy, and your tongues dancing with one another. She also hadn’t failed to realize the prominent bulge in Nat’s pants.

She kneeled down in front of Natasha, unbuckling her belt and tugging her pants down. Wanda’s hand rubbed Natasha through her boxers, causing her to groan into your mouth.

Wanda pulled her boxers down, her cock springing free from its restraints. Wanda admired the woman’s size, her hands pumped at Natasha cock a few times. Her tip leaked with pre-cum.

Wanda’s lips wrapped around the coach’s cock, sheathing her cock down her throat. The sight of Wanda sucking off your coach quickened the arrival of your orgasm. Nat removed her hands from your panties, making a show of her cleaning them off. Even having Wanda lick your arousal off them.

“C’mon baby, come help mommy suck your coach’s cock.” Wanda suggested, as she grabbed your hand leading you to kneel in front of Natasha. Your tongue ran down Natasha’s dick, as so did Wanda’s.

You both took turns sucking her off, but Natasha was most fond of the way Wanda pumped the base of her cock and sucked her balls, while you sucked the tip of her cock.

With one final squeeze at the base of her cock, Natasha’s cum spurted into your mouth, you taking everything she gave. “Open your mouth, let me see her cum in your mouth.” Wanda demanded, so you stuck your tongue out. “Spit it into my mouth.”

You complied, trying your best to spit Nat’s cum into her mouth. Once you did, Wanda’s lips latched to yours. Your lips moved hungry against each other, cum dripping down both of your mouths.

Natasha pulled you to your feet, pulling off your pants and panties then, onto her lap. Giving you a searing kiss on the lips. Wanda took hold of Natasha’s cock, guiding it to your pussy. As you sunk down on Natasha, you whined at her size.

She began to bounce you on her cock, while Wanda took your hand and guided you to her pussy. Natasha lips suckled at your nipples, her fingers dug into your hips. You tried your best to finger Wanda as well as possible, but Nat’s erratic pace made all thoughts in your head disappear.

“M’ gonna breed this little pussy.” Natasha husked against your chest, throwing all abilities to think out the door. “Here, come eat mommy out while Natasha fucks you.” Wanda spoke up, aching for her own release.

Natasha helped you lay down, spreading her legs and shoving her cock back into you. Wanda straddled your face, her pussy hovered over your mouth. Your tongue flattened out past your lips, and Wanda began using your tongue to get off.

Wanda and Natasha shared a kiss as they both used you to get them own orgasms. Wanda furiously rode your face, while Natasha’s pace became unsteady. Her cock twitched, then her cum spilt from her cock. Yours and Wanda’s orgasms following quickly behind.

You lapped at Wanda’s pussy, drinking up all of her arousal. Nat pulled her cock out of you, your hole clenching around nothing. You whine at the empty feeling. “Hush baby, you gotta get out of here quickly. The game is about to start.” Natasha said.

Wanda quickly hopped of your face, then helped you collect your clothing and redress. She pressed a quick kiss on your lips. “You do good out there and I’ll reward you later on. Okay?” She whispered in your ear and you nodded, then she sent you on your way.

“What did you say to her?” Natasha asked as her eyebrow cocked. “Don’t worry about it coach, you better get out there too.” Wanda teased, and they both slipped back into their clothes.

Your team winded up winning the game, and Wanda kept her promise. Natasha also followed along.

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Cap or Tony mad at Werewolf Y/n for act like a puppy because they need scary werewolf to scared the enemies and that make marvel girls mad at them.

Tony: bad wolf! You’re supposed to be tough!

Werewolf!Y/N whines and tucks their tail as Wanda and Nat run in…

Wanda: back off Stark! They’re just perfect!

Natasha: leave before I taze you Stark.

The girls swarm and love on their favorite werewolf…

#marvel #marvel imagine #mcu #marvel fluff #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel incorrect quotes #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader x natasha #Natasha x reader x Wanda #wandanat x reader #domestic werewolf #werewolf reader #werewolves #domestic werewolves #natasha romanoff

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Wanda: Name something you believed in as a child that you no longer do as an adult.

Y/N: myself

Wanda:

Natasha:

Natasha: detka, are you okay?

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WHAT DID I SAY

summary — the four times you fucked up and called your doms by the wrong name

warning(s) — college au, fuck-buddy relationships, marijuana use, alcohol consumption, face slapping, spitting, biting, body writing, restraints, spreader bars, mentions of branding, semi nipple torture, hickies, shotgunning, choking, butt plugs, spanking, ass biting, pussy slapping, doggy style, strap-on usage, cum-filled strap, fingering, oral, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, degradation, praise, daddy kink, mommy kink, captain kink, sir kink, literal filth, men/minors dni

authors note — first little headcanon/oneshot for know my place! hope you enjoy my little college stoners who fuck like rabbits. can totally be read seperate from the au!

know my place

♥️⊹ ˚ . 18+, men/minors dni ⁺ 𓈒 ꒰💌꒱ ♡ ･ mommy maximoff ✧

Maria –

The wine is warm beside Maria’s bed. The bottle of Prosecco momentarily forgotten about as a symphony engages beneath the darkness of night and blankets. It’s not often that Maria pulls the blankets overtop of herself as she works to unravel the intricate knots and coils in your belly, but she’s chosen tonight to share the beauty of your body with only herself and the silicone toy secured around her hips. Your moans are muffled by her skin, teeth embedded into her shoulder as she rocks the strap-on into you harshly, the bulbous head dancing along your cervix with every third stroke. She’s practiced in this tango, an expert in knowing your body, but the wine has impacted your reception to her actions, and as she pulls the strap out of you almost completely only to thrust back into you quick and harsh, a name leaves your lips that isn’t her own.

Maria has never been soft with you in moments of time where some part of her body is buried within yours. She’s rough, and assertive, and entirely domineering as she splits you open and gives you only as much pleasure as she’s willing. With Maria, you’re never in charge. The cards are held tightly in her ironclad grasp and you’ve learned better than to try and guess that she’s holding. The wine however, has severely impacted your judgment. You’ve engaged in this dance for months now; been left with the bruises and aches of her touch for days afterward, and yet you’re disoriented enough to cry out for Wanda as she drills your sopping cunt so perfectly.

“Mommy!” The title slips off your lips before you can search for the correct term that’s filed away in a section of your brain labeled ‘Masha’. Maria has never been Mommy, in fact, she’s always turned her nose up at the title and joked that Wanda’s entirely too harsh to be called something so maternal, and she’s less than amused when the five letter name falls onto her shoulders as she works to unravel you completely.

Her hips stutter to a stationary position, the silicone dildo fastened around her hips deep within your pleasure soaked core, but unmoving and unwilling to start again. There’s a moment of silence that passes between the both of you; Maria’s eyes are hard, slitted and dark as she stares down at you in a drunken haze, brain struggling to process what you’ve just let slip. Your eyes are wide, light and soft as you meet her stare and attempt to win her forgiveness without seeing the repercussions of your actions. You were a fool to call her Mommy, but you were an idiot to think she’d let it go so simply.

The silence that had fallen over you ended abruptly, replaced by the echoing sound of a sharp slap meeting your cheek and bouncing through the air before you’d had a chance to process the pain at all. Your head snapped to the side, your unharmed cheek pressing against her pillowcases that smell somewhat of smoke and vanilla. Your eyes pinch closed, anticipating the next hit that will land against your heated skin, but it never comes. Maria’s hand tangled into your hair instead, pulling your head back until your neck is craned and the expanse of your sensitive skin is exposed enough for her teeth and tongue to mark.

“What’s my fucking name?” Her hips snap into yours with each word that she mutters against your neck, sharp bites and sensitive stings encasing your body in a delectable buzz of pleasure and possessiveness. You’ll bear these marks for days to come, indentations of her teeth and patches of purple from her lips adorning your skin that can’t be easily hidden with makeup or your longest turtleneck. Everyone who looks at you will know that you’d found yourself beneath a warm body and had been helpless to their assault, but only you’ll know that it was Maria Hill who had been your intimate attacker. Each lovebite that she presses into your skin is a subtle claim. You’re not Wanda’s in this moment, you’re not Natasha or Carol’s either, you’re entirely Maria’s and she’s reminding you of such as her hips drive hard against your own and the silicone strap that’s coated in your arousal attempts to bruise your cervix in the most addictively painful way. Each strong thrust sends you reeling farther into bliss, but she’s waiting for an answer and you’re not getting anything more until she hears you call her the right name. In her opinion, she’s being entirely lenient with you, there are a plethora of ways she can go about reminding you who you belong to, and yet your wrists remain unbound and your breasts remain unmarked by the leather of her favorite flogger that’s just an arms distance away. “Whats my fucking name, slut? Or do I need to carve it into you? How pretty would you be with my name on your thigh; ruined for anyone else who even tries to get between these legs? My little slut forever.”

A strangled moan falls into the air as Maria sinks her teeth into the skin of your neck just beneath your ear, and your hands that have remained at your sides throughout this entire exchange shoot up to scratch at her back, blood bubbling to the surface as you spare to ounce of lightness to your touch. She’s marked you, now she’ll bear your marks for days to come. “S-Sir!”

Maria hums, satisfied with your answer, but unwilling to forgive you completely. Her hips continue to pound into you until she reaches her high, thighs quivering as she moans in pure delight until she’s too sensitive to continue on with her ministrations. The strap-on leaves your entrance quickly, your overstimulated and sensitive walls pleading for it to stay, but Maria’s done for the night, and she’s decided that you are too. She reaches for the abandoned glass of wine, taking a sip smugly as she straddles your hips, damp toy splayed across your naked belly as your chest heaves and you look up at her pleadingly.

“You’ll get to cum when I don’t have to remind you who I am.”

Natasha –

Natasha’s hips continue to rock into you even as she leans forward and captures your lips between hers. The room is filled with a thin layer of smoke, the scents of weed and sex entangling together and yet it's somehow entirely Natasha as you lay beneath her, willing to take whatever she wants to give you. Your head is fuzzy, filled with only thoughts of her and the lightness that the bud had brought over your senses. Her body is warm as her naked chest presses against yours, already marked by her passionate kisses and bites that will linger for days to come in secret. Her pupils are blown wide, a combination of her lust and the joint she’s rolled skillfully. Her fingers are educated in the art of many things, but unraveling you is one of her most prized hobbies. Her lungs are filled with smoke from the last drag she’s taken, and as the seconds linger on with her lips still pressed firmly to yours, unmoving but eager to claim you intimately, she exhales into your open mouth and forces you to take the smoke that she fills it with. It burns as you inhale, slipping down your throat smoothly and filling your own lungs, but it’s pleasant and you greedily allow her to continue until all that remains is an empty kiss that was once filled with weed. The smoke trails out in wispy strands of white and gray, and they dance between your faces until the open space claims it and the visual is gone.

When she pulls away, there’s a devilish smirk on her lips that even another drag can’t erase entirely. She raises the joint to her lips again, eyes fluttering closed as she sits back on her heels, the cum-filled strap she borrows from Carol still buried within your walls and yet agonizingly still as she lets her head fall back in contentment. The cloud of milky white smoke that settles around her is entirely erotic, almost a halo of intoxication above her head, but there’s hardly a second for you to admire how ethereal she looks in this state before she presses into you firmly and resumes her rocking. Her pace is punishing albeit shallow, the tip of the strap-on hitting your perfect spot so softly it feels like butterfly sings batting against your skin, but she’s ruthless with her speed and the quick motions of her hips are enough to have you gripping at the sheets and looping your legs around her waist to draw her in deeper.

Natasha laughs smugly at the sight of you so fried and desperate. She raises the joint to your lips with one hand, encouraging you to take a hit before her other hand wraps loosely around your neck. She doesn’t apply any pressure as you take a long drag, eyes fluttering closed as you involuntarily shiver at the taste lingering on your tongue, but the presence of her grip is enough to have your hips bucking into hers.

“F-fuck sir!” You cry out when she obliges with your silent request and begins to thrust deeper into your core, the head of the toy pounding right against your sensitive spot with practiced ease as your head falls back against the pillows and your lips release the joint. A cough falls off your lips as you moan around the smoke in your lungs, eyes becoming watery from the burning sting, but you have no time to recover from the hit before Natasha’s hand is tightening around your neck and her hips are setting into you faster and harder.

Her lips purse as she collects spit on the tip of her tongue, letting it fall against your flush cheek before she smears it down your neck, fingers that are still holding the lit join trailing across the expanse of your sensitive and worked over skin. She’s playing with fire now, quite literally, smearing her spit across your chest until she finds a home at your pebbled nipple and pinches roughly, but you have no ounce of self-preservation in your body as you watch the lit joint fall closer and closer to the marked skin of your chest as she tightened her grip on your neck and leans cynically close to your face. Her eyes are dark, clouded with lust and intoxication. Her hips have set a punishing pace and each time she drives the head of the strap into your g-spot your vision goes white with pleasure.

“That’s not my fucking name. Are you really that much of a slut that you’re thinking about Masha as I’m fucking you. We can get Masha if you’d like, I’m sure she’d love to watch as I fuck you into my mattress until the only words you know how to say are Daddy please. I’m sure she’d love to lay between these legs and watch my cum spill out of you before I push it right back in and plug you up. Fucking whore. Is Daddy fucking you too good? Is that little brain so overwhelmed with pleasure that you don’t even know who’s fucking you?” Natasha lightens her grip on your nipple, bringing the joint back up to her lips before she drops it into the ashtray on her bedside table and grips the dildo, throwing her head back as her thrusts become choppy. “I bet you’d let anyone fuck this cunt. All you want is to cum. Fuck!” She curses as she drops her body against yours, lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss as she squeezes the shaft tightly, cum spurting against your walls and marking them with a milky whiteness. “Cum with me. Fuck!”

With her permission, the coil in your belly finally snaps, and you arch into her touch as she rides out her own orgasm, the cum slipping down your legs and coating your inner thighs and her sheets. “Fuck Daddy!”

“Good girl. Scream my name. Let Masha hear how good I’m making you feel.”

Wanda –

When Wanda invited you over to fuck, you’d anticipated something quick. What you hadn’t expected, was for her to bind your wrists to her headboard and force your legs apart with her recently purchased spreader bar. You’d been at her mercy for hours now, writhing on the bed beneath her as she took her time working you up. First it had been her fingers that dared to ruin you, the ringed digits slipping between your folds and teasing your clit and entrance until you were dripping onto the bed sheets and pleading with her to give you something more. She’d agreed easily, not even putting up a fight to prove her dominance over you. Those skilled fingers had turned into a skilled tongue. The hot muscle pressed against your clit, lapped at your entrance and slurped up the damp arousal that glistened beneath the moonlight that bled into the room from the open window. She was relentless in her teasing, and as overstimulated as you were beneath her touch, you were equally as frustrated. She’d been at it for hours, bringing you just close enough to taste the sweet relief of your orgasm before she pulled away and began the process all over again. You’d cursed her out six times since she started, and each time she merely chuckled against your core and slapped her palm down harshly against your cunt, sure to let her fingers brush against your clit for merely a second before it was gone and her tongue soothed the ache but brought nothing more.

Your hands itched to tangle into her hair, and yet each time you reached for her you remembered how she’d so intricately bound you to the headboard with the softest rope in her collection. Your hips bucked upward as she pulled away again, your entrance clenching around nothing as your clit throbbed and protested. A broken cry fell off your lips as you shook your head frantically, needing her back on you and relieving the intense ache that she had single handedly created. Her lips and chin glistened with your arousal as she smirked down at you, the vibrating egg between her legs working her up to an orgasm you could only beg for.

A whine rippled through your chest before it tumbled into the room, the words you’d been chanting for hours mangled and wrong as they came spiraling out fast and strung together. “Captain! P-Please!” Wanda growled lowly at the slip, her eyes dark and sinister as she leaned forward to grab your jaw and force your eyes on her.

“What did you call me?” Despite how she articulated every syllable in the sentence, she wasn’t really looking for you to respond to her. In a swift motion, she’d reached across the bed to grab the panties that she’d pulled from your legs when you’d first joined her in the bedroom, and shoved them into your mouth. The balled up fabric was damp and uncomfortable as it sat on your tongue, but despite how hard you strained to force them away from your mouth, you couldn’t get them out with your arms bound and her body restricting your movements.

Your eyes tracked her movements as she fumbled around in the drawers of her bedside table, thighs straddling your waist as she leaned forward and subsequently rocked the vibrating egg farther into her tight channel. She trembled in pleasure, but everything about her was always so perfectly kept that it was hardly noticeable to anyone who wasn’t you. Her rustling had lasted mere seconds before a black marker that had been used weeks prior to mark up a project poster now in her grip and uncapped. You had no idea what she planned to do with it, but there wasn’t any way for you to ask if you wanted to. You were helpless to watch as she slid down your body and dragged the inky tip across the skin of your breasts before moving downward.

You gasped when the cold tip of the marker dragged across the skin right above your mound, thick black letters that you had to strain your neck to read lingering on your skin only to be gone when you washed your body of her touch later that night. ‘Mommy’s Slut’, was written just above your cunt, but Wanda wasn’t satisfied in stopping there. She dragged the felt tip across the inside of your thigh, holding your legs still as they wiggled away from the ticklish sensations she provoked. A thick arrow pointed straight at your weeping entrance, and Wanda was cruel enough to write, ‘cum slut’ at the tip of the arrow. A cry fell off your lips when she threw the marker onto the floor, and returned to her position between your legs. Her mouth was cruel as it worked you up to the edge, but unlike the times prior, she hadn’t stopped when you’d begun to wriggle around as an indication of your approaching orgasm. You fell over the cliffside in bliss, but that had only lasted long enough for your orgasm to crash over you and then she was gone, forcing you to ride it out with no further stimulation.

A harsh slap met your sensitive cunt when you finally stilled on her bed, teary eyed and desperate for something more as you stared up at her with wide pleading eyes. Wanda wasn’t willing to comply however, and instead of satisfying you fully, she trailed harsh bites up your torso and between the valley of your breasts before her lips, still glistening with your arousal, found a home against yours. The dainty pink panties with a frail little bow on the waistband still between your teeth and properly wet from your saliva, but she hadn’t trailed so close to your face to kiss you. Instead, she settled her harsh glare on you, a sinister smile curling the edges of her lips upward as she let a damp finger stroke across your cheekbones, “I guess Mommy has to remind you of who you belong to. We’ll see if you deserve to cum in a few days.”

Carol –

The buttplug is an added sensation that Carol uses to her advantage as she works to unravel you completely before you both have to leave for class. You’re not new to butt plugs, Maria’s quite the fan of them, but you’re new to them with Carol and the ways that she likes to toy with your stimulated body. You're on all fours in the center of her bed, knees sinking into the mattress as your hands grasp and twist at the comforter, absolutely desperate for relief that’s been slowly building beneath the surface. Her fingers are buried deep into your core, curling into your g-spot and massaging your velvet walls with pride. Her tongue circles the plug in your ass teasingly, and every couple of minutes when you least expect it, she presses against the base of the plug in tandem with her harsher thrusts before she scissors you open.

Carol smirks against your ass as she sinks her teeth into your left cheek, her hand slapping down on you right just as she flicks her thumb over your clit. A muffled moan falls off of your lips as you bury your face into the comforter, your hips rocking back on their own accord as you attempt to chase after her touch, a strangled cry of, “Daddy more!”, vibrating your cheek as you twist your head to rest your cheek against the comforter and stare back at her.

Carol is relatively unbothered by your slip of her title, but she doesn’t let it go entirely, not that you’re aware yet. Her fingers work into you easily, her thumb rubbing harsher, tighter circles around your clit until you're spasming on the bed. She smirks against the globe of your ass, her thumb pressing firmly against the plug with the hand that’s not buried between your thighs. “That’s not my name Princess and you know that.” Carol says smugly, grinding her hips down onto the edge of the bed as she chases her own relief, knowing there’s not enough time in the ten minutes she has left with you to reverse your position and have you go down on her.

“Captain!” You cry out sharply, reaching your hand back to grasp onto Carol’s as the coil builds in your belly almost unbearably. The engineering major merely smirks, digging her teeth into your ass a final time before she encourages you to spill around her fingers. That’s all it takes for you to cave and tremble as she continues to scissor you open and curl her fingers into your cunt, but as quickly as your orgasm comes, she’s pulling away and throwing your clothes at your head. “You’re really going to go to class like that?” You question her, laying dazing on her bed as you twist onto your back and watch her run a baby wipe between her legs before she’s wiggling into a pair of fresh panties and reaching for her pants.

“Yes, and so are you. Get up. That plug doesn’t come out until I take it out.” She says in the most unphased tone, reaching for the crewneck that’s been laying across her desk chair for days, not even bothering to reach for the bra that’s only inches away.

“W-What?” Your eyes go wide as you sit up in bed, wincing slightly at the pressure in your ass as the plug presses against the inner parts of you sweetly, ropes of pleasure shooting through your core.

“You didn’t think I’d let you off that easily, did you, Princess?” Carol merely winks before she’s flying out of the room, shouting that you have three minutes to meet her in the car before she leaves without you and makes you walk to class.

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