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The Babysitter (38)

She Felt Like Home

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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Chapter 38- W/c 6k

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A sigh of relief left you as your body sank into the warm water, a pleasant tingle enveloping your body at the relaxing feeling of the warmth surrounding your body as you settled in the bath, your head leaning back against the tub and eyes fluttering shut, a content smile engraved onto your face.

There was a slight giddiness bubbling a little inside you as you replayed the events that just occurred in Wanda's office, a blush creeping up on your cheeks at the sinful way she toyed with your body, the way you enjoyed her taking control of you in such a dominant way. You could almost still feel the way her fingers danced across the exposed skin of your thighs, the way the smooth pads of her fingers grazed over your warm skin, eagerly awaiting for her to do more, to move her touch further across your body to where you wanted her, where you needed her.

It haunted you in all the best ways, the feeling of her touch burning into your skin, engraved into your memory as your mind continued to wander, remembering every electric touch that had heat coursing through your body, mind fogging with arousal and submission as you were hers. You only ever wanted to be hers.

The only thing that knocked you out of the lustful memory was the feeling of soft lips pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead, your eyes slowly fluttering open and meeting amused green as you stared at her upside down, the corner of your lips tugging up into a wide, genuine smile, the sight causing the older woman's heart to melt a little at your enamoured state.

"Is there room for two?" She teases, her fingers brushing a few stray hairs out of your eyes, fingertips lingering against your soft locks, her nose picking up the familiar scent of your favourite bath bomb as you simply gaze up at her with nothing but love in your eyes.

"Potentially," you murmur as she laughs softly, a sign of her joy as she starts to strip herself from the formal clothes she wore to work, your eyes taking in the casually seductive way she shrugged her blazer off, the sight of her in her blouse and trousers making the room seem far hotter than it did mere moments ago. "The price to enter is a kiss," you say with a playful tone, your skin begging to feel her gentle touch as she crouched next to the tub, her face level with yours as you sit up to face her, foamy bubbles adorning your body as the water splashes slightly at the sudden movement.

"Is that so?" she hums out, letting her hand cup your cheek delicately, smiling softly at you in a way that has butterflies swarming your stomach, your mind trying its hardest to stop you from pressing your lips to her addictive ones. "Seems a little cheap but I won't say no," she chuckles out, leaning in at a torturous pace, making you wait just that little bit longer to make it all worth it. Her lips slot over yours gently, kissing you as intimately as she could to knock all thoughts out of your mind, your mind hazing at the overwhelming amount of love this woman could stir within you, a wave of joy taking over you as her hand brings your face impossibly closer, prolonging the tender action.

"Make that two kisses," you mumble against her lips when she pulls back briefly, her smile widening as you both lean in for another kiss, her fingers pushing the wet strands of hair further back from your face lovingly as she lets you steal another couple pecks, her smile inevitably growing at your amusing actions.

When the two of you finally part, she works on unbuttoning her blouse, raising her brow at you when you bite your lip at how inch after inch of her perfect body was being exposed to you, the blush from earlier deepening as you meet her gaze, a soft laughter escaping her when you swiftly turn around, shuffling further forwards and awaiting her comforting embrace.

Her body slots behind yours perfectly, fitting together like the last piece of a puzzle as you sink into her embrace, her arms snaking around your body naturally and squeezing you closer to her, her head leaning against the tub where yours was moments ago, yours resting back against her shoulder. Your fingers delve under the pleasantly warm water to interlock with hers, your fingers playing with the smooth pads of her fingers before dragging across her palm and over to the back of her hand, absentmindedly caressing her knuckles as tranquillity takes over the room.

After a few moments, you shuffled to get into a more comfortable position against her, a small pained noise leaving you, your skin a little sensitive from her spanks earlier making Wanda's brow furrow in worry, her hand splaying across the underside of your jaw and guiding your head backwards to look at her.

"Was I too rough?" She asks with concern lacing her tone, her captivating eyes searching yours, wanting an honest answer but the mere thought of how rough she was brought a blush to your cheeks, your smile turning shy as she wasn't too rough, in fact, you absolutely loved how she treated you earlier.

"No, I promise you weren't," you answer quickly to ease her worries, her eyes searching yours and noticing the slight timidness in them, the apprehension on her face quickly morphing into a teasing expression as she pieces together as to why you struggled to keep your gaze on her. "I really liked it," you mumbled quietly, struggling to keep yourself composed at the smug and cocky expression growing on her face, the way mirth swirled in her eyes as she let her fingers brush over the side of your face, her tongue tauntingly peeking out to swipe across her bottom lip.

"Yeah?" she whispered, a nod the only response you could manage as she chuckled softly at your sudden flustered state, her lips pressing to yours innocently and tenderly, earning a gentle smile from you. "I didn't say it back in the office but I'm so proud of you for taking that earlier, you were such a good girl for me," she murmurs, meaning the words in a soft and caring manner but you can't help but groan at how hot she was when she praised you, heat threatening to take over you at the slight rasp to her words, her accent making her words even more irresistible.

"Stop," you whine out playfully, hiding your blush from her at the crook of her neck, her arms snaking further around you as you sink into her body, her shoulders shaking at the small chuckle that escapes her. You can't stop yourself from pressing a soft kiss to her skin, relishing in the warmth her body provided you along with the water in the tub, your nose grazing over where her perfume was sprayed earlier, filling your senses with the alluring smell of her, turning your mind fuzzy with the thought of her.

The two of you simply relish in the quietness of the moment, relaxing against one another as your slow and gentle breathing gradually became in sync until Wanda spoke quietly, the silent agreement to speak in whispers and murmurs keeping the soft atmosphere that had wrapped around you both.

"Is there anything you'd like to do before the Summer holidays end?" Her breath tickles the top of your head as she murmurs the words, her lips instinctively pressing to your temple to show her endless affection for you, your mind pondering the question.

There was just over a week until you'd get your exams results back, hopefully getting high enough grades to get into Shield Uni, meaning there was only a total of three weeks of the holidays left before you and the twins would be back into your respective levels of education. You tried to think of something that the twins would also want to do before they went back to school, knowing that they also had Peter's birthday party to look forward to this weekend, the promise of a sleepover also peaking yours and Wanda's interest as it meant another night of being alone. Your mind raced between various ideas such as going to the beach again, the zoo, the fun fair that was nearby until you finally remembered something the boys gushed about.

"How about we take them to the new theme park Asgard?" you suggest, missing the way hesitation and reluctance washes over the older woman's face, Wanda thinking carefully about your suggestion before realising it was something the twins would absolutely love. It took a moment for her to say anything, making you wait patiently as her fingers drew circles against your skin, thinking over the idea.

"We could," she hums out, a little reluctant to agree but she knew the twins would have the time of their lives, her children's happiness taking priority over her own worries and fears. You miss the underlying apprehensive tone, too busy being excited at the idea at her approval of the idea, a massive fan of theme parks and planning the trip in your head.

"Oh, we could stay in one of the onsite hotels! I'm pretty sure there's a space themed one that Billy would love," you ramble on, Wanda's heart melting at your thoughtfulness as you relay information about the new adventure park that was only a short road trip away, the two hours able to pass in a blur with the twins. "And we could visit that realm that's full of fire dragon themed stuff for Tommy, Mus.. Musp something, I can't quite remember it," you continue, pulling away from her neck to grin at her, a sudden burst of excitement taking over you.

"Muspelheim?" She asks, knowing a little about Norse mythology that the theme park was based on, your eyes lightening up in recognition as Wanda simply admires your enthusiastic state.

"Yeah, that one," you laugh out, picturing the look of excitement on the twin's faces as you wandered through as many of the nine realms as possible, their faces when you'd fly through the air on some of the rides, elated screams leaving all of your lips as you'd see who was brave enough to stick their arms up.

"Did you recommend this because you wanted to go or because the twins would love it?" she teases as she can see how much the idea appealed to you, your shoulders shrugging nonchalantly before you settled against her body again.

"Maybe," you muttered out, smiling against her skin, "You did ask if there was anything I wanted to do." Your words earned another soft, angelic chorus of laughter, the sound enough to have your heart skip a beat at how genuine the sound was, love radiating off the older woman.

"That is true," she whispers back playfully, leaning forwards, close enough that her nose brushed over yours, making you smile in a flustered manner at the swarm of affection that consumed you, her gentle gaze enticing you to stare into her eyes forever. "How about we plan dates and prices later?" She suggests softly, pecking your lips tenderly before she encourages you to relax into her body, your head moving to rest against her chest, your ears picking up the gentle thumping of her heart.

"That sounds perfect," you whisper back, letting the room be encased in the tranquillity from earlier once again, love and intimacy wrapping around you both as you savour the moment together, nothing else in the world of importance as you melt into each other's embrace.

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Only once the water grew cold and your bodies stiff from the lack of movement, did you both decide to leave the bathtub, Wanda's signature nose scrunch gracing her features as she was adamant on wrapping you up in the fluffy towel, drying you off as your eyes peered up into hers, an indecipherable glint in them as a content and loving smile adorned your features. You barely processed the soft fabric being dragged over your skin, gradually drying you off as your gaze was locked on the older woman, your heart beating noticeably in your chest as love consumed you entirely, your eyes softening as those alluring green eyes that dominated your sane thoughts caught your eyes.

You felt the warmth flood through your body and envelope your heart, the care and affection you felt from the women all coming to the forefront of your mind, a surge of elation and joy taking over you as she looked so focussed on her task of taking care of you, her eyes occasionally flickering up to meet your enamoured gaze, further making you feel overwhelmingly happy. You just felt so... so at home. She felt like home.

"What?" she chuckled out at your engrossed stare, an endearing smile on her lips as she brought the towel up to dry your hair in a teasing manner, ruffling the locks as much as she could to watch how your smile grew that little bit wider, your body leaning forwards, head resting against her shoulder as she wrapped the other towel loosely around her body, welcoming your embrace happily. You sighed in relief at the feeling of the contact, the feeling of her soft skin just so intoxicating, the smell of her body wash and lotion further adding to your drowsy state as you melted further against her, her fingers trailing up and down your forearm, sensing that you were craving her physical touch and eager to give into your, and her, wants.

"Nothing," you mumbled in what was an adorable tone from Wanda's perspective, the corner of her lips tugging up at the soft murmur as you pressed a delicate kiss to her warm skin, the show of affection melting the older woman's heart a little, her fingers moving up your body to cup your jaw, thumb brushing over your cheek as your eyes slowly opened. "I love you," you whispered, eyes fluttering open as you lifted your head off her shoulder to tilt your head up, a silent request for a kiss that she was happy to comply with, her teeth biting down on her lower lip momentarily to contain the sheer joy bubbling inside her.

"I love you too Detka," she murmurs back in the softest tone you could have imagined, her lips slotting over yours with nothing but love and intimacy as the peck turned into two, then three tender kisses as you both inevitably smiled into it. Your smile, however, grew shyer at the sound of your stomach rumbling, cheeks tinting red as Wanda simply chuckled softly, not teasingly, at the noise, her head tilting in a caring manner as she gauged your slightly embarrassed state. "How about I let you get changed and I'll go and cut up some fruit for us to eat?" she suggests lovingly, letting her fingers graze over your skin, eliciting goosebumps across your body at the tender touch as she meets your eyes, waiting for a response.

"Ok," you murmur back, stealing another kiss before she reluctantly parts from you, your body already missing her comforting touch as you move to the bed, deciding to relax for a moment and watch her as she prepares to go downstairs. You can tell by the small smirk tugging at the corner of her lips that she knows your watching as she lets the towel drop, your gaze admiring her soft skin in an appreciative manner, your mouth parting at the way she bends down a little to search in her wardrobe, giving you a perfect view of her as she looks over her shoulder at you, enjoying the teasing show she was offering you before pulling out a deep red satin robe, effortlessly slipping it on and amused at the look of awe on your face as you try to get your thoughts in check.

"Woah," is all you can muster out as she saunters back over to you, her hands moving to the edge of the bed, body towering over you a little as she continues to tease, her teeth biting down on her lower lip once again in that mesmerising manner as you take in the sight of the goddess in front of you.

"I'll meet you in the kitchen, Detka," she rasps out, smiling as she kisses the corner of your lips, entertained as you remind her of a crashed computer screen, an error occurring in your mind at the various ways she makes you feel. You are left to watch her with your jaw practically on the floor as she leaves casually, as if she didn't just cause a massive gay panic within you, your mind eventually kicking back into gear and searching for some clothes so you could join her in the kitchen.

Pushing yourself off the bed, you looked over at your clothes folded on the dresser before letting your gaze wander to her wardrobe, a sly smile on your face as you let your fingers trail over various old t-shirts she had, searching for yet another piece of clothing to 'borrow' from her. You were torn between the two old music themed shirts, your gaze drifting across the Ravagers rock band shirt and the Skrulls one, your mind settling on the Ravagers one before slipping the item over your head, a smile taking over you as it still faintly smelt like her. Soon enough, you were dressed in thin sweatpants and her old shirt, not wanting to put a hoodie on due to the summer's heat that was still consuming the air, today luckily being a pleasant and slightly cooler day though, before you decided to head down the stairs, intent on finding the woman who consumed most of your thoughts.

Leaning against the doorframe, you paused to silently observe her in her own little world as she sliced the mango for the two of you to eat, your eyes softening at her content smile, gaze unable to be drawn away from the robe adorning her body and the way it accentuated her curves and body perfectly, your mind trying to not focus too much on the way you could faintly see her nipples through the fabric, the red tinting your cheeks giving away your thoughts as she caught your slightly flustered form.

"Come here," she mumbles, beckoning you over and letting you snake your arms around her waist, hugging her from behind as she finishes the last of the fruit selection she picked out for you, leaning back slightly into your body, smiling a little at your choice of shirt.

"This is nice," you murmur out, letting your fingers drag over the smooth material of her robe, tracing over the fabric around her lower abdomen, her teeth biting down on her lower lip as she indulges in a few sinful thoughts before responding to you.

"I thought you'd like it," she teases, your lips pressing a soft kiss to the base of her neck before moving towards her side, letting your bodies brush as you lean against the countertop, taking in the outfit up close. Your eyes noticeably darken as they travel across her body, Wanda chuckling a little at the way you offer her a shy smile once you meet her captivating green once again before returning to your task of admiring her, her head shaking a little at your antics before picking up the last slice of mango she'd just cut up. Using her free hand, she cups your jaw and directs your gaze back to her face, a teasing smile written on hers as she offers you the piece of fruit, encouraging you to open your mouth so she could feed you it, your lips parting willingly for her fingers. "We're here to eat Detka, nothing else," she taunts, letting her thumb drag over your bottom lip once you take the food from her, savouring the taste of the delicious mango before a smirk tugs at the corner at your lips.

"But I am looking at something I could eat out..." You whisper in a low tone, earning a huff of laughter from the older woman who tilts her head down, always amused by you.

"You're insatiable," she mutters against you, earning a wide grin from you as the two of you kiss, her eyes showing her love for you as she pulls back to steal a bite of a mango slice, your eyes locked as you try to prolong this domestic moment, love swirling in you both. "Do you want to go and eat this outside?" she suggests, knowing it was a pleasant day to simply relax together outside on the garden furniture, her fingers already wrapping around the bowl, ready to get comfortable with you somewhere.

You simply nod in response, following her to the garden and onto the soft cushions of the L shaped sofa, both of you naturally taking your positions. Wanda sat with her back against another cushion, legs crossed and stretched out across the longer section of the furniture, your body instinctively tucking in against her side, head resting against her shoulder as her arm wrapped around you, the other placing the fruit in her lap for you both to share. Occasionally, her lips would press to the top of your head, your heart skipping a beat with every tender show of affection, unable to stop the constant craving of her touch, your body needing her to touch you in any sort of way. You shuffled impossibly closer to her, letting your nose rest against some of her skin that wasn't covered by her robe, sighing softly at the delicate nature of her body and how unbelievably comfortable you were in her embrace. Moving your fingers, you also interlocked your hand with hers that was wrapped around you, letting your fingers absentmindedly trace over the various ridges of her knuckles, the slight vein that protruded against her skin and eventually the pads of her fingers, lost in the comfort of her.

A comfortable silence grew over the two of you as you listened to the sounds of nature, Wanda's eyes trained on a small couple of birds sitting on the fence of her garden, her gaze softening at the adorable sight of them before they flew off, eventually letting her attention draw back to you, smiling at how cosy and relaxed you were with her. Inside her, Wanda's heart melted at the way your body always sought out her touch, warmth and joy always flooding through her at the many embraces you shared as it was rare in her past relationship that she'd receive any sort of physical affection, the older woman always desperate for soft, tender touches. She loved how perfectly you complimented each other.

"I love it when you're like this," she murmurs, breaking the silence with her gentle voice, your eyes fluttering open and head pulling away marginally to look at her, the look of tiredness creeping on your face having her smile softly.

"Like what?" you mumble back, rearranging your body next to hers and finding another way to snuggle into her body, your mind only focussed on the feeling of her warm body pressing into yours, the pressure of her hand squeezing against yours perfect.

"So clingy," she teases, kissing your forehead as you tried to hide the smile on your face at her action, ultimately failing as she pressed another to your cheek, your brows furrowing a little at her words.

"I'm not clingy," you argue back, your actions a clear contradiction to your words, but you still attempted to defend yourself, Wanda's smile that seemed engraved on her face only growing.

"Oh?" she hums back in that tone that causes her accent to seep further into her words, your cheeks tinting at the way her eyes are focussed on you and only you. "So you wouldn't mind if I just moved-"

"No, no," you almost whine out, not wanting her to move when you were so content with her being here with you, your other hand clutching at her robe to keep her still. "Stay," you whisper, her heart clenching a little at your small voice, her features softening as she places another kiss to your temple, her arm pulling you closer to her body to signify she was staying.

"I'm staying, don't worry," she coos, lifting your hands that were interlocked and opening her hand out and letting you rest yours against her, noticing the slight size difference in your hands before interlocking them again, her lips pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. "We can stay here as long as you want," she whispers, earning a small smile from you as you cuddle into her again, your eyes watching how her thumb brushes over the back of your hand.

"Thank you," you murmur softly before letting your eyes close once more, wanting to relish in the peace before the boys and their uncle return. "I'm not clingy," you mumble once again after a couple of minutes, Wanda having thought you had drifted off to sleep making her chuckle softly, her body shaking momentarily under you as the angelic noise spilt from her lips.

"If you say so Detka," her tone playful as she agrees with you, letting another comfortable silence surround you both, her head tilting to rest on top of yours, eyes also fluttering close.

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A couple hours later, you found yourselves cuddled up once again, this time on the sofa in the living room with the older woman having changed into something more appropriate with the impending return of her boys and brother, the casual sweatpants and t-shirt oddly cute on her.

Your head rested in her lap, the older woman scratching the back of your head in an intoxicating way, your mind fogged by how good the simple action felt, her nails scraping perfectly against you. You were both engrossed in the sitcom episode playing when someone inevitably knocked on the door, both of your heads turning at the noise.

"Sorry Detka," she whispered in an apologetic tone as you begrudgingly moved your head, an understanding smile on your face though as she pushed herself off the sofa, heading towards the door. A smile grew on her face at the sound of her boys excitedly talking, her hand twisting the door handle and opening it to reveal the twins and Pietro, their smiles wide and bodies buzzing, likely a result of all the sugar Pietro undoubtedly let them have.

"Hey Dorogie," Wanda greeted kindly as the boys gave her a hug, her lips pressing delicate kisses to their top of their heads before they ran inside with a purpose, Wanda thinking nothing of it until she saw her brother's face, that usual mischievous glint present in his eyes. "What?" She asks sceptically, aware of her brother's antics as he offers her his usual charming smile.

"Hi Sestra," his tone further indicating he was up to something as he steps into her house, looking over her shoulder and around the hallway. "Where's that lovely girlfriend of yours?" he asks, pretending to be casual as she shuts the door, confusion taking over the older woman's features at the question.

"Why?" Wanda asks, brows furrowed as Pietro starts to search for you, the sound of the boys talking to you giving away your position. "Pietro," Wanda calls again, determined to know what's going on.

You hear her call him and look at the older set of twins over your shoulder, your smile on your face turning confused at the wide one Pietro offers you, your gaze turning to Wanda's who shared an equal look of uncertainty.

"There she is," Pietro says whilst moving closer to you, the boys sitting on the sofa next to you, trying their best to hide their wide smiles and contain their laughter as the silver haired man approaches you. "The woman of the moment," he continues dramatically to further entertain the twins, Wanda noticing the wide smile on Billy's face and the way Tommy moves his hand over his mouth to stop him laughing, the worry in her slowly dissipating whilst you still look like a deer caught in headlights. "I've heard some things about you today," he says, sitting opposite you in the armchair, your eyes widening and looking over at Wanda for help, scared you had done something. Every bad thing you had done in your entire life flashed before your eyes as the man continued to smile at you, further unnerving you as what the fuck was going on?

"What things?" You ask curiously, Pietro laughing a little at your perplexed form, your gaze finally meeting the twins and calming you a little.

"I heard that you claim to be the Mario Kart champion in this house," he says and you let out a massive sigh of relief, a chuckle leaving you at how ridiculous the scenario was, your heart beating rapidly in your chest from the anxiety that the whole ordeal caused you. "And, well, that simply can't be true because that is my title," his tone highlights his competitive nature and you can't help but feel competitive too, your nerves fading as excitement brews in you.

"Well, I think we're just going to have to race to see who is the real champion," your tone holding a hint of cockiness to it, his brow raising at your confident tone whilst his smile grows into a smirk, Wanda shaking her head at both of your antics.

"Boys, can you load up Mario Kart, please? This is serious now," He asks kindly which makes them rush towards the tv to get their console set up, the silver haired man playfully cracking his knuckles and stretching his neck as to prepare him for what was about to happen, your eyes rolling at his dramatics.

"You do know he's insanely competitive?" Wanda warns, sitting on the corner of the sofa as you sit on the edge of the cushion, taking one of the controllers from the twins and selecting your character, Pietro doing the same.

"I guessed that," you tease back as the twins sit on the arms of the chair the silver haired man was sitting on, your eyes playfully squinting at them and mouthing 'traitors' at them both, earning another set of giggles. "But he doesn't know how competitive I am," you whisper to her, the corner of her lips tugging up into a smirk at the idea of her brother being humbled by you.

"Give him hell," she whispers at the shell of your ear, her low tone sending a shiver through you but also extra motivation, the kiss to your cheek further showing her support.

The plan was to complete five races to make sure it was more fair than just one race, plus the two of you simply wanted to play the game as much as possible, with the boys selecting the tracks you'd race on. They were arguably unfair as they let Pietro whisper in their ears what tracks he was best at, but that still didn't stop you on two occasions. You cheered as you finished first on the fourth race, tying the score to 2-2 and causing it to go down to the final race, your face dropping at the track the boys picked.

Rainbow road.

You sent them both a scowl as they knew you hated this track, their faces grinning as Pietro let another few cocky comments spill from his lips, Wanda encouraging you by whispering support to you, her soft and reassuring words helping you stay relaxed and calm as they dreaded colourful track loaded up, your gaze drifting to the silver haired man momentarily before back to the screen.

For the first three laps, the two of you were practically neck and neck as you sped around each corner, dodged each obstacle and tried to not fall off and plummet into space, concentration engraved onto both of your faces. The expression soon switched to dread as you fell off the track, joy taking over the older man's face as he took the lead for the fourth lap, trying to get as far ahead as possible with your character respawning. However, his smugness eventually led to a mistake as he too fell off the track, your character speeding up and just about taking the lead on him, his character right behind you until an idea struck you on the final part of the last lap when your characters were side by side, your timing needing to be perfect. You waited until it was the last stretch, the finish line in sight before you slammed on the brakes, his character taking the lead making him cheer until everything seemed to slow down, the events unfolding in slow motion.

Your character threw the red shell, the object swirling across the track and hitting the back of his car, spinning the character and allowing you to speed right past him and over the finish line. A cheer left your lips whilst a groan left him, his body slumping back in defeat as the victory cutscene played for your character, Wanda pulling your body closer and kissing your forehead in celebration.

"I think you just lost your title," you tease, placing the remote down and leaning further into Wanda's embrace, a wave of confidence and smugness taking over you as her brother simply glares at you in a playful manner, disappointment evident on his face.

"That was a dirty move," he grumbles, the boys agreeing as they know the pain of losing a race to you right at the end, a small chuckle leaving you.

"Maybe it was, but getting the boys to give you all your favourite tracks was as well," you counter, a look of begrudging acceptance sneaking onto his face.

"Touché," he says before sitting up, offering his hand out for you to shake in a respectable manner, accepting that you had beat him this time. "Just so you know, this isn't over, I'll be fighting for my title back," he jokes, earning a smile from you and the boys, Wanda already picturing the intensive training he will be doing to beat you, earning a soft smile from her.

"I'll keep that in mind," you say in a gentle voice before casual conversations fill the room. Yourself and Wanda listened to how the boys emphatically told you about their day out with their uncle, Tommy accidentally letting it slip how many sugary treats they both had, Pietro playfully clamping his hand over his mouth to stop him saying anymore, Wanda's brow raising and head tilting in that motherly manner of hers.

"Can you guys hear that?" Pietro playfully teases as he stops Tommy from talking, his words muffled from his uncle's hand as he tries to break free, the silver haired man tickling his side, earning a dampened chorus of laughter from the young boy. He eventually broke free from the tickle monster that was Pietro, his body shaking with laughter after he fell on the man, Billy making sure to get out of the firing zone and seeking protection from you and his mother as he watched his brother try to catch his breath, Pietro starting another onslaught of tickles to earn an even higher pitch of giggles.

Once again, Tommy managed to escape but this time he followed his brother's actions and ran to you and his mother for protection, the two of them practically piled on top of you as they watched Pietro sink back into his seat, a sigh leaving him after the eventful day of being a responsible adult.

The man let his eyes flutter open after a moment of solace, his eyes taking in the sight of all four of you together, a wave of happiness flooding through him at the wide smile on both of the twins' faces, a different feeling taking over him at the sight of his sister though. The genuine expression of sheer joy and love on her face was enough to have his features softening, his mind releasing how unhappy she must have been with Vision as he saw her now, completely and utterly in love with you.

You had given her the family life she'd always wanted and for that, he'd always be grateful for you. You were just what she needed.

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 3 months

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Hey! I also follow you on Wattpad, and I've been seeing your posts, and I wanted to respond to them but ✨️anxiety✨️ so I'll do it here under anon.

I want to let you know that you should never feel bad for not posting. If anyone ever gives you crap then that's on them, not you. You have your own life outside tumblr. Besides, you are doing this all for free, which I know we are all grateful for because your stories are just so addictive. Seriously, The Babysitter is in my top stories EVER!

Remember to take care of yourself first and foremost. Whenever you do post, we'll be here. Have a nice day!

Thank you so much for your kind words! <3 I felt like I needed this reminder as I tend to feel guilty when I lack motivation/time to write as people tell me how much they love the fic/how it makes them happy etc.

One of your top stories? Wow you must really like it haha😅 I’m really glad you’re enjoying it ☺️

Thank you once again for this anon 😊 I think I kinda needed it and I hope you also have a nice day <3

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When Y/n is believed to have died on a mission with the avengers, we get a glance at her past with the people she calls family, but all is not as it seems.

Warnings: Brief mentions of torture, abuse, death and violence. Lots of angst.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Final Part

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 3 months

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hi, are you currently taking requests?

I’m currently not writing at the moment so no😔 But feel free to leave them and I’ll try add them to the ever growing list of requests 😭

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 3 months

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Is it just me or does anyone else get random waves of gayness? Like idk if I’m just being hormonal or something but why are women just so 😩 I actually think I may combust at the mere thought of them.

(This is a cry for help)

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 3 months

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Thank you to the anonymous who tipped me a couple days ago! It means the world to me so thank you<3 and sorry for the late acknowledgment! 😅☺️

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 4 months

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Would you be willing to do lizzie smut with her look in the golden globes?

Sorry but I don’t write for any actors, just their characters :) Can we talk about how beautiful she looked though?🫠 🫠 She looks like a goddess

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 4 months

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Hello! 🤗

I hope you are doing well!

I noticed that some of the stories on your masterlist don't have links. Whenever I try to look stuff up on people's blogs when there is no link, Tumblr likes to mess with me and say that it's not there, and your blog is no exception. I didn't know if there was any way you could make the links? Or perhaps show me another way to get to them?

I don't mean to be a pain, I just love your stories so much and would love to read all of them. 😊

I haven’t posted everything at the moment so that’s why theres no links 😅 I’m planning on doing it soon but I’m just really busy atm. If you want to read more of my work it’d probably be easier to check out my ao3 (LoveIsAnImaginaryDagger) as everything is already posted there :)

Thank you so much for the kind words and I’m glad you’re enjoying my fics <3

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 4 months

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Phrases/Actions that have my legs divorcing

All 18+ Prompts | Part 1 of prompts

“Don’t you want to play with me?”

“Look at me. I want you to watch you come on my fingers/cock/strap.”

Watching in awe as your partner slides their finger into their mouth with your cum on it.

“Yeah?” They say with a hint of teasing to their tone, “And what if I do this?” They say, changing their rhythm slightly and hitting your weak spot.

Toying with a piece of clothing, whether that be the collar of your shirt, slowly undoing your belt, sliding a finger under the waistband of your underwear before letting it snap back against your skin.(The last one ahhhh)

Kissing down every inch of your body they possibly can, showing you how much they love you.

^ Have them murmuring against your skin how beautiful/handsome you are

“Tell me to stop and we stop. I don’t care what’s happening. All I care about is you.”

Sighing softly at the shell of your ear so you can hear how much you affect them.

“Behave, I wouldn’t want to have to punish you now.”

“Can’t you handle it, baby?” “I can-fuck, I can handle it.”

“If you want something, you have to use your words.”

“Count them for me.”

Scraping their teeth over your neck to have a shiver of arousal run down your spine.

“I bet they can’t fuck you like I can.”

Wrapping their fingers around your wrist and guiding you to where they desperately need you.

“Remember who’s in charge here baby, I’d choose your next words carefully.”

“Act like a brat and I’ll treat you like a brat.”

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over all the noise you were making.” (Someone write an enemies with benefits to this I beg)

“Don’t be shy baby, I love the way you moan my name.”

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Christmas Morning (2)

Wanda X Natasha X Reader

Summary: Once the three of you eventually manage to get out of bed, it's time to open the presents, a small, velvety box with your name written on it waiting to be opened.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings/Tags: Pure Fluff, No smut.

A/N: This is the second part to 'Christmas Morning'

Soft laughter filled the beautifully decorated living room as you all sat on the sofa together, your head resting against Natasha's shoulder as you watched Wanda go first to open all of her presents, a shy smile playing on her lips at the amount of them, your fingers playing with Natasha's absentmindedly.

"You shouldn't have gotten me so much..." She trails off, biting her lip as her gaze flickers over the abundance of wrapped up gifts, the Christmas themed wrapping being admired by the witch as she picks up her first present, her enticing green turning towards you both, smile still shy.

"Why? You deserve everything and more Malyshka," Natasha murmurs softly towards Wanda, creating a warmth to bubble in the witch's chest as she sits on the seat closer to the tree, her fingers itching to reveal the gift, a childish excitement brewing in her.

Once she met your loving gazes once more, she smiled at you a little more confidently now, her fingers delicately tearing away the strips of paper to discover what her gift was, a giggle leaving her lips at the gag gift that was in the box, the corner of your lips tugging up at the angelic noise.

"Really?" She chuckled out, her hands carefully pulling out the three stuffed toys that were in the box, her head shaking at most likely your antics as she revealed the three figures to you, Natasha's grin widening.

The redhead's gaze turned to your humoured one at the sight of the three of you in merchandise form, your avenger's title making it easy for you to find a funny gift like that to start the day off, your eyes drifting away from the alluring emerald to look over the soft figures once again, another laugh leaving you.

"They were just so cute, I couldn't resist," you reason, the witch looking at them with a soft, tender look, placing them down carefully on the sofa next to her and propping them up, a gentle expression taking over your face as you could tell she secretly loved them, the smile on her lips etched onto her face.

Wanda continued to unwrap her presents that yourself and the spy had bought from her, her smile growing wider and wider at each thoughtful gift, her red tendrils surrounding the wrapping paper that had made its way to the floor, gently floating them over to the rubbish bag you had gone to retrieve as you asked for her to wait before opening the last present from you and the spy.

Your gaze met Natasha's as you cuddled back into her side, her strong arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer, sensing your nerves as you waited for the witch to stop trying to figure out what her last gift was, the Russian's fingers tracing random patterns against your curves as watched the witch with you.

"Relax Krasotka, she'll love it," the Russian whispers at your ear, her lips pressing a gentle kiss to your temple to ease your nerves, her fingers interlocking with yours, knowing how you loved to trace over the smooth skin of her digits and caress her knuckles.

Both of you observed as Wanda eagerly pulled away the wrapping paper, a child-like innocence taking over her as she smiles widely in excitement, her green that were overflowing with curiosity softening, her gaze flickering to you after realising what the present was.

"I love it," Wanda whispers, honesty lacing her tone as her gaze is drawn back to the photo album of the three of you, various pictures making her heart melt as she flicks through the pages. One of her favourites is of one Natasha took of the three of you sprawled out on the same sofa somehow, your body squished in between theirs as the film played on in the background, your face clearly indicating how tired you were as you slept in the awkward position, the witch looking at you with nothing but love in her eyes. Another one of her favourites was a recent photo that you had taken of the witch and spy in the kitchen, Natasha's hands holding onto Wanda's hips as they swayed to the soft Christmas music that played, unaware of you snapping the intimate photo of them both gazing longingly at each other.

After carefully placing down the present, she swiftly made her way to the two of you to steal a chaste kiss, expressing her gratitude and appreciation for all the gifts you had gotten her, the three of you unable to stop smiling as Wanda took Natasha's place, the redhead going up to open her presents now.

You let Wanda decide to sit in between your legs, your arms snaking around her middle as you propped your head up on her shoulder, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek before letting your gaze wander to Natasha who found her section of presents, her heart unable to deal with the amount of joy bubbling inside her. She never knew she could feel so loved as you both gazed at her softly, her smile growing a little wider at the sheer happiness swirling within her and enveloping her heart.

"Wait, open the card last," you intervene when she picks the small envelope up first, her brow raising at you curiously before she obliges in your request, placing down the white envelope on the side out of harms way before moving onto another gift, her mind focussing on the way you share a look with Wanda, assuming there was something special in the card.

Once Natasha had gotten through her other gifts, her favourite so far being the personalised knife set, she let her fingers slide over the soft material of the envelope, her gaze moving back to you two and the smile playing on your lips.

"Should I be scared?" The Russian teases, a smirk playing on her lips as you merely chuckle, shaking your head playfully at her while Wanda leans further into your embrace, her nose scrunching up in that adorable way.

"Just open it Dorogaya," Wanda huffs out in a laugh, the spy then opening the envelope to reveal an old polaroid.

"Is that..." Natasha trails off, various emotions swirling in her eyes as tears build there, her eyes raking over the vintage photo of a beautiful woman holding a baby with a wide smile on its face, her head snapping up to the two of you who have tender smiles on your face.

"Yes," Wanda whispers, not wanting to disrupt the moment as Natasha looks at the polaroid of her and her unknown mother, her heart squeezing in her chest at the amount of effort the two of you must have put in to find a photo of the woman Natasha longed to meet and know about. The redhead flips the image over to see words scribbled in Russian, her fingers trembling as she translates them in her mind.

Moya malenkaya devochka (My little girl), Natalia Alianova Romanova.

Ever so gently, Natasha places down the picture and rushes over to you two to pull you in for an embrace, Wanda moving carefully so that all three of you could hold one another, the spy sniffing a little at the overwhelming feelings flooding through her, your lips meeting her temple as you pull her into your lap, Wanda pressing another to her cheek.

"Merry Christmas Nat," you whisper to her, her lips instantly meeting yours intimately, her mouth parting to say sometime to you as she pulls back but refraining from doing so, not wanting to spoil what was to come.

"I love you both so much," she murmurs whilst kissing Wanda, the witch smiling knowingly at the passionate undertone to her words, the witch stealing the spy from your lap and letting her sit next to her, motioning for you to go up and grab your own presents.

Whilst Wanda was subtly comforting the spy, her lips at the shell of her ear whispering soft words, you moved to the tree, pulling out the array of boxes the two of them had gotten you. Like a child, you simply went for the biggest box first, eager to know what the present was as your fingers tugged and pulled hastily the wrapping paper off, Natasha chuckling under her breath as your tongue peeked out of your mouth, your face drawn up into concentration as didn't know if it was fragile or not, scared to break the gift.

A genuine laughter surrounded the room as you found out that it was indeed another gag gift, the smile playing on your lips eliciting one from the other two women as you pulled out the Christmas jumper with the two of them on it, your hands sliding over the soft fabric to reach the shoulders to hold it up properly, allowing yourself to get a proper view of it.

"This is perfect," you chuckle out, eyes drifting across the different patterns that adorned the jumper as well as the two Avengers on the front of it, another laugh escaping you when you read the writing engraved onto it. "Have a Wanda-ful Christmas," your tone humorous as you peeked from behind the jumper to see Wanda rolling her eyes at your amusement, Natasha laughing with you as she kissed the brunette's temple, smirking a little at the gift she found.

After you had admired the sweatshirt for long enough, you moved onto your next present, and the next and the next until you had unwrapped everything you had, a pile of thoughtful gifts surrounding you as you smiled at the two women, starting to move towards them for another hug when Natasha spoke, stopping you in your tracks.

"You've missed a present Krasotka," the spy says, an indecipherable tone lacing her words as you tilt your head in curiosity, looking back towards the tree and crouching a little, noticing a small, elegantly wrapped box hidden near the back of the tree. You chuckled at their teasing comments as you bent down to reach the gift, your smile tugging up at the corner of your lips at the amount of effort they put into getting you all of these presents, your heart melting in your chest at their enamoured gazes.

"You didn't need to get me this much, you both spoil me," you say with a gentle tone, eyes noticing how Natasha takes a hold on Wanda's hand delicately once again, their eyes meeting for a knowing look before returning to your figure stood by the tree, the two of them taking in the sight, wishing it engrave it in their memories.

"We'll always spoil you Detka," Wanda murmurs, watching as your fingers take a slower approach to unwrapping this present, curiosity and interest swirling in your eyes as you peel back the paper, revealing a small, velvety box, your eyes meeting theirs, a swarm of butterflies taking over your entire body, heart beating wildly in your chest as you admired the delicate box.

Almost timidly, you carefully opened the lid of the box, a gasp leaving you at the breath-taking sight of the ring. A diamond was placed in the middle of it, gold tendrils wrapping angelically around the jewel, the radiant item causing the pounding of your heart to reach your ears as you took in what this meant, your gaze flicking to the engraving of 'Krasotka' and 'Detka' inscribed on the inner part of the ring before reaching the writing written on the roof of the box.

There were two lines of writing, your eyes noting how the first one was in Russian and the second Sokovian, your fingers trembling as you held the box, eyes meeting the two sets of alluring green trained on you, observing your reaction carefully as you tried to guess what the words meant, too scared to jump to conclusions.

"What..." Your word was barely above a whisper, scared to speak too loud and disrupt the tranquil atmosphere, Wanda and Natasha both smiling at you softly.

"The vyidesh saa nas zamuzh?" Natasha says whilst Wanda says the same thing in Sokovian, tears building in your eyes from happiness as your smile widens, warmth and affection filling your chest as you can't stop your gaze from flickering between the ring and the two of them.

"Will you marry us?" Wanda translates, confirming your assumptions, your smile breaking into a wide grin before you rush to crash into their arms, love enveloping the three of you entirely.

"Yes," you say with no hesitation, their arms wrapping securely around you, your body sinking into the hug as you were left speechless at the amount of overwhelming emotions swirling inside you. Their pleasant perfumes invaded your nose at how close you were, their soft arms encasing you against them firmly, your lips blindly searching for one of theirs as you poured everything into the kiss, hands coming up to cup their cheek to deepen the kiss, your mouth then moving onto the other immediately, their hands at your waist squeezing with the intention as if to tell you that they meant the words, your mind unable to process the sheer joy inside you.

"Yes?" Natasha asked, unable to wipe the smile of her face as her chest was filled with love and warmth, her lips pressing over yours once more, unable to stop herself as Wanda pressed another one to your cheek, you being able to feel how the witch's lips were pulled into a wide smile, her nose scrunching up in that adorable manner.

"Yes, a million times yes," you sigh out, nuzzling into their comforting embraces, not sure on what to do about the overwhelming feelings fluttering inside you, the only thing you were sure on being your love for them.

The three of you watched in awe as Wanda slipped the ring out of the box, encouraging you to offer your hand out for her, the ring perfectly sliding onto your finger as you wiped away the stray tear of happiness that spilt down your cheek, a soft, breathy chuckle leaving you as you snuggled back into their soothing arms.

"Love isn't a strong enough word to describe how I feel about you both," you murmur softly, your head pressed against Natasha's shoulder as Wanda's arm glides up and down your back, her head resting on top of yours as she kisses Natasha softly, both of their hearts melting at your confession, Natasha's fingers caressing the back of your head, playing delicately with your hair.

"There isn't a word powerful enough that truly expresses the love we share," Wanda whispers, the three of you manoeuvring sightly to make it easier to cuddle, the three of you simply wanting to relish in the intimacy of the moment as your limbs tangled together, lips pressing ever so gently against one another, expressing your love silently as you sink into each other, the world around you melting away. You were left with only the lingering touches of tenderness and care as you longed to remember this moment forever, the love swirling inside you undeniable and all-consuming as you realised this was where you truly belonged.

You only ever needed each other.

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 4 months

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Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you all have an amazing day and that Santa brought you everything you wanted :)

To those who don’t celebrate it, I hope you have a brilliant Monday!

I love you all so much so, once again, MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE <3

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Kinkmas (12)- Christmas Morning

Wanda X Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary: Waking up on Christmas, you can't help but stay in bed with your girlfriends, deciding that the presents could wait a little longer.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, Domesticity, Christmas, Polyamory, Threesome, Soft Smut, Dom Wanda/Switch Natasha/Sub Reader, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Praise

A/N- This chapter is set a couple days after the 'Naughty Or Nice?' chapter :) And Merry Christmas!

Kinkmas Masterlist | Part 2

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A gentle tapping against the pane of the window drew you out of your peaceful slumber, tired eyes fluttering open and searching for the source of noise, gaze eventually landing on the small gap in the windows. Gentle streaks of light spilled into the room that was filled with tranquillity and love, your tired eyes unblurring and watching as delicate flakes gracefully fell from the sky, creating a blur of infinitely repetitive white as the outside world was drowned in the winter weather, your body relishing in the warmth of your bed.

Your mind slowly processed that the warmth wasn't provided by the sheer amount of duvet you had wrapped around you but the two bare bodies that were pressed against you, gentle breaths tickling your skin as you relaxed further against the bodies, a contented sigh carefully falling from your lips.

Gradually, your brain started to wake up, remembering the intimate events of last night which lead to the three of you being naked in bed, their soft and sensual sighs filling your mind, the feeling of lingering touches burning into your skin, the pleasure that wracked through your body creating another throb between your thighs as you remember the highs you experienced last night, a small smile toying at the corner of your lips as you tear your gaze away from the spectacle outside, turning to the woman opposite you.

Natasha's face, even whilst asleep, was one of the most beautiful sights you had ever seen, your eyes holding nothing but love and awe in them as you let your gaze slowly travel across her features, making sure to admire them all in as much detail as you could, memorising each and every little intricate part of her beauty. Her red locks somehow still framed her face perfectly, emitting a divine quality from her as her soft and pale skin practically glowed with the little light in the room, your fingers itching to brush over the impossibly smooth skin but refraining from doing so as she looked so peaceful. Instead, you let your gaze drift to her eyes, watching as her eyelashes fluttered slightly with whatever was happening in her mind before travelling lower to the gentle slope of her nose, the way it delicately curved at the end, encouraging your gaze to drop even lower to her plump lips, your mind remembering how soft and addictive they were. Once you had paid attention to her face for long enough, deciding you had appreciated each angelic feature, your eyes casted down to the skin of her neck, a fain mark from last night still visible making you smirk at your work, eyes lowering even further to her chest before dropping once again, noticing how it was her leg that was slotted in between yours, both of her hands also within sight answering your next question.

Wanda's arms were snaked around your middle, the pads of her fingers brushing over the skin of your lower abdomen as her breath fanned across the back of your neck, her brunette locks splaying across the pillow her head rested on, your body subtly pushing back further against hers, wanting to feel her somehow even closer. In doing so, you accidentally woke the witch up, her green eyes slowly adjusting to her surroundings as she secures her grip around your middle, snuggling her body closer to yours as her lips meet the base of your neck and your bare shoulder, a smile playing on her lips as she can hear the amount of flustered thoughts filling your mind as it casts back to last night once again, a small chuckle leaving her.

"Morning Detka," she whispers, her voice quiet as to not disturb the spy who still soundlessly slept, a rasp accommodating the brunette's voice from having just woken up, resulting in her accent becoming more prominent and further increasing the throb that started to build between your thighs.

"Morning Wands," you murmur back softly, hands sliding down your body to reach her hands, carefully prying her fingers off your skin to interlock your fingers, squeezing her hand comfortingly as you feel her press another kiss to your shoulder, your smile stretching that little bit wider.

"Did you sleep well, Detka?" Her tone is barely above a whisper as you occupy yourself with her hands, tracing her digits absentmindedly as you think about how powerful yet gentle her hands could be, how loving her touch always was.

"Mhmm," you hum out in response, confirming you slept well quietly as you didn't not want to accidentally speak too loud and disturb Natasha, your fingers moving to her fingertips, feeling the smooth pads under your touch before you let your fingers drag across her palm and over to the back of her hands, caressing her knuckles repeatedly.

It seems that, despite your hushed voices, it was still enough to stir the spy next to you, an apologetic smile taking over your face as a drowsy sighs escapes her, emerald slowly being revealed to you as her eyes flutter open, her body stretching next to yours and shuffling closer, a small, tired smile playing on her lips as a satisfied groan leaves her when her back cracks pleasantly.

"Morning Krasotka, morning Malyshka," Natasha rasps out, Russian accent lacing her words heavily as she wakes up gradually, her eyes meeting both of yours as Wanda props her head on your shoulder, the spy inevitably moving closer so she could press a chaste kiss to both of your lips, her head soon dropping back to the soft pillow as she gazes lovingly at your both.

"Merry Christmas," you murmur to the two other women as Natasha's fingers cup your cheek delicately, fingers brushing over the warm surface of your pint tinted skin, a little amused at how flustered you already were. You'd forever get butterflies in their presence.

They both wish a merry Christmas into the soft, tranquil atmosphere, your chest full of warmth and love at the way Natasha looks at you, her gaze drifting over your features, admiring you in the same way you did to her earlier.

"Do you want to go and see if Santa came last night?" Wanda playfully teases, earning a huff of laughter from Natasha while you chuckle quietly, happiness engraved on all of your faces as the witch and assassin shared a look between themselves, curious as to if they needed to set their surprise up yet.

"I think presents can wait a little longer," you mutter out softly, your lips tugging up into another smile, the expression seemingly never leaving your lips, "I wanna spend some more time in bed with my girlfriends." You miss the way they share another knowing look at your words, Natasha's alluring green drifting to your eyes, captivating every ounce of your attention as mischief swirls in her various shades of green, her head tilting closer to yours, lips ghosting your own.

"Is that so?" she husks out, her voice still low from waking up, creating a delicious and arousing rasp to adorn her voice, heat naturally taking over you at the sound. When your mouth parts to respond and nothing comes out, Wanda further torments your thoughts as her tone is similar to the Russian's: intoxicating.

"What did you plan on doing in bed, Detka? Hmm?" The witch purrs at the shell of your ear, her fingers sliding down your body in a suggestive way, nails scratching gently into your hip bone as a shaky breath escapes you, Natasha's lips somehow moving even closer to yours, barely brushing them but not applying enough pressure to give you the satisfaction of a kiss.

"I..." you trail off when you feel Wanda's fingers press into the skin of your inner thighs, her smirk growing as she feels you try to squeeze them together to relieve the heat building between them, her eyes trained on the way Natasha teases you with her lips.

"You?" Natasha pushes, her hand gliding down your body in a tantalising manner, goosebumps rising where her fingers brushes, muscles twitching under her touch as you gradually learn how to function again.

"I wanted to thank you both for last night," you eventually manage out, your hand moving to Natasha's perfect curves, caressing her beautifully sculpted body and slowly going lower, building in confidence as she tilts her head once again, letting your lips brush for an innocent kiss. "Consider it another present," you playfully whisper in an attempt to ease your pounding heart, the feeling of Wanda's fingers drifting closer to your core making it extremely hard to think, mind fogging with arousal.

Leaning in, you finally slot your lips over Natasha's, a sensual sigh leaving you both at the feeling of your soft lips pressing against each other, your fingers digging into her waist to ground yourself. You're sure the woman opposite you can feel your heart beating wildly in your chest as she arches her back, pushing her breasts into yours and making your head spin, her lips expertly moving over yours, successfully stealing your breath away.

The kiss remains tender, soft, and intimate despite your fingers sinfully grazing over her abdomen and lower, drifting to between her thighs as you gasp into her mouth, Wanda's fingers having slid to your core, spreading your slick around your throbbing sex, smirking against your shoulder as she peppers kisses against your burning skin, relishing in the way your mind races with lewd thoughts.

"Krasotka," Natasha sighs out and fuck, you weren't prepared to hear such a breathy moan from her when your finger merely grazed over her clit, your finger swiping through her folds and coating your digit in her arousal as her legs spread a little for you, welcoming your pleasing touch. Your lips both linger open against one another as the kiss momentarily breaks, the two of you softly moaning as Wanda drags her finger through your folds and eventually reaches your clit, teasingly circling it at a torturous pace, feeling your hips ever so gently rock against her hand as a wave of pleasure courses through you. You mirror the brunette's actions and do the same to Natasha, slowly growing in confidence as you circle her clit, one of her hands moving to your cheek again, bringing you back in for a kiss, needing to feel your addictive lips pressed to hers as she deepens it.

Wanda can't help but watch in awe as lust and desire creeps into the kiss, Natasha sliding her tongue into your mouth and effortlessly dominating it, the witch able to see the way your tongues lewdly slide against one another, hear the quiet wet noise as you delve back in for kiss after kiss, the soft moans that escape you as she lets the pad of her finger brush perfectly over your sensitive core, pleasure clouding your sane thoughts.

"Fuck, Wanda," you groan into the redhead's mouth, the Russian nipping your lower lip before sucking on it partly, dragging another restrained noise out of you as the witch's finger moves to your entrance, your body turning slightly in her arms to make the position more comfortable for you both. "Please," you plead while Natasha muffles your desperate noise with her eager mouth, Wanda purposely teasing your entrance, enjoying the way your hips roll against her slender digits.

"So desperate already," Wanda murmurs at the shell of your ear, her eyes meeting the darkened green opposite her as Natasha pulls back from the messy kiss, panting slightly as your uneven breath fans across her skin, her gaze drifting between the two of you before pushing her body up slightly to claim the witch's mouth, a moan leaving you at the sight of them.

You're mesmerised by the sight, their sharp jawlines on display as their tongues messily meet, sinful sounds filling the room as they refuse to part, giving you a show to drive you mad. Natasha bites down on Wanda's lower lip teasingly before dragging it down, causing the witch to retaliate and delve in for a more passionate kiss, lust swiftly taking over them both as Wanda decides to thrust her finger into you, smirking into the redhead's mouth at your submissive reaction, Natasha's mind consumed by the both of you, her usual composure crumbling a little.

"Krasotka, I need you," she groans into Wanda's mouth as your fingers still explore her wet sex, teasing her entrance a little before returning to her clit, swirling your finger over it to drag out another noise out of her as her hip subtly bucks against you, Wanda's smirk growing, always amazed at when Natasha starts to grow desperate.

"Come on Detka, give Nat what she wants," Wanda rasps out, breaking off the kiss with the spy and letting you tilt your head to crash your lips to hers, not caring about the dull strain in your neck as her intoxicating mouth meets yours, knocking all sense out of your mind as all you could focus on was the two women surrounding you. "Slide your finger in Detka, that's it," the witch's voice is criminally sinful, you and the redhead moaning at her words as you obediently do as she says, sliding your finger in and groaning into the witch's mouth at how warm and wet Natasha was around your digit, her walls clenching around you as warmth pools at her lower abdomen, her eyes unable to tear away from the way Wanda dominates your mouth.

Your helpless under the witch's control, her toying with your body as you whimper into her mouth, her digit curling inside you at your weak spot, Natasha also moaning as you thrust your finger into her a little faster, eager to make her feel just as good as she made you feel last night.

A sensual sigh spills from Natasha's lips as you curl your finger perfectly inside her, her hips grinding against your hand, causing your palm to brush her clit and send more jolts of pleasure through her as Wanda parts from your lips, motioning for you to claim the spy's lips once again.

The tenderness and intimate touch to your kiss has gone, desire taking over completely as it's a messy clash of lips, teeth and tongue as you whine into her mouth at the way Wanda teases a second finger at your entrance, her digits thoroughly coated in your arousal before easing them in.

"Wanda," you gasp out at the stretch of her second slender finger inside you, her skilful hands working your body up, teetering you on the edge of your release as her eyes watch the way your eyes squeeze close in pleasure, your fingers slowing down in the redhead as you get lost in desire.

"Keep going Detka," she encourages, watching the way the muscles in your forearm flex slightly as you finger the redhead, they spy's free hand moving to your chest, thumb and index finger rolling your sensitive nipple before pinching softly, dragging a desperate noise out of you, her smirking into the kiss at your submissive noise. "That's a good girl," the witch praises sinfully, another desperate noise leaving you as you thrust your finger into the redhead at a steady pace, her moans growing a little louder, signalling how her release was creeping up on her, the less controlled movements of her hips also giving it away. "I want to see Nat come all over your fingers, can you do that for me Detka?" Wanda purrs and fuck. There's no way you'd ever recover from the filth that left her lips.

"Wanda," Natasha moans in response, lips parting to gasp into your eager mouth, fingers moving expertly inside her, curling them and thrusting them in the way you knew made the spy weak, her hand moving to your waist, nails pressing into your curves as she tries to ground herself. "I- fuck," she chokes out, a moan interrupting her as your palm perfectly brushes against her clit, hips bucking desperately.

"Are you close, Dorogaya?" Wanda rasps out teasingly, Natasha's eyes firmly squeezed shut as yours take in her state, lips kiss swollen and pleasure written across her face, the sight of seeing the Russian submit a rare occurrence, one you craved to see.

"Yes, please," she groans out, lolling her head back marginally, encouraging you to attach your lips to her creamy skin, teeth scraping over her warm skin to send a shiver of arousal down her spine, a moan from you muffled against her skin as Wanda keeps her merciless pace with you, a smirk permanently engraved on the witch's face.

"Come for us," Wanda commands and the moan that leaves Natasha is nothing but desperate and unrestrained, the sound going straight between your thighs, walls clenching around the brunette's fingers, heat flooding through your body. With a final curl of your fingers, Natasha is sent tumbling into her powerful release, waves of pleasure consuming her entirely as she pants out both of your names, body tensing against you.

Your lips pepper soft kisses against her skin, trailing up the smooth skin of her neck and along her jaw, ragged breaths leaving you as Wanda still doesn't ease up, eager to see you come undone as well, her lips meeting the corner of your lips, enticing you into tilting your head to meet her captivating mouth, entranced by her.

"Are you close too, Detka?" she hums out tauntingly into your mouth, your fingers pulling out of the redhead as she gently pushes away your hand from her sensitive core, her fingers deftly wrapping around your wrist and guiding your hand up, Wanda breaking the kiss of with you to let the redhead slide your fingers into the witch's mouth to get a taste of her cum coating your digits, Wanda groaning around you which has your mind spinning.

"Fuck," is all you manage out, both you and Natasha watching awe at how Wanda hollows her cheeks around your digits, the sight fogging your mind as she continues to push you towards your inevitable release. "Yes, please let me come," you beg, engrossed at the way she swirls her tongue around your finger, moaning at the taste of Natasha before pulling back, your digit sliding out of her mouth as her lips move to crash to yours, giving you a taste as well.

"Come for Wanda, Krasotka," Natasha rasps out at the shell of your ear as Wanda's tongue slides lewdly into your mouth, a broken moan being torn out of you at the amount of arousal and desire that flooded through your body.

Pleasure crashed through as soon as the words left her lips, your thighs closing around Wanda's hands as her fingers thrusted into you, prolonging the pleasure that consumed you entirely, your body trembling in between them as your vision practically blurs with ecstasy, euphoria filling every inch of you.

You pant out their names desperately as your hips roll against her hand, body twitching as you ride out each wave of pleasure, your moans growing quieter as you experience the aftershocks of your powerful release, body going limp against the bed and into Wanda's embrace, Natasha moving closer and placing a small kiss to your cheek as Wanda slows her relentless mouth.

They listened to every soft pant that left you as you tried to recover, Wanda sliding her fingers out of you and apologetically kissing your temple when you whine, her fingers immediately going towards the redhead who craved to taste you, her mirroring the actions Wanda did earlier and sliding her tongue around her digits. You managed to open your eyes to watch as Wanda slide her fingers out of the spy's mouth, the two of them kissing each other softly before Wanda eventually pulled back, moving to lay behind you more comfortably and pull you into her arms, your body rolling to hide your face at the crook of her neck.

Natasha moved her body so that she was spooning you, arms wrapping around your middle from behind as you snuggled closer to Wanda's warmth, fingers reaching down to play with the Russian's fingers, an onrush of affection flowing through you at their tender actions.

"You were such a good girl for us," Wanda praises quietly, other soft and delicate words spilling from both of their lips as they cuddle into your body, the warmth of both of their bodies lulling you into a peaceful and relaxed state, your breath tickling the witch's neck.

After a comfortable silence of simply just relishing in the intimacy of the moment, Natasha's body slips away from the two of you, a sound of protest leaving your lips at the lack of physical touch, her lips merely pressing against your temple as she finds the three of you some clothes to wear, her eyes meeting the witch's to talk silently within her mind, a smile growing on both of their faces.

Their smiles only grow when you're reluctant to part from the embrace with Wanda, the witch persuading you to get change with the idea of the presents under the tree, your body eventually moving to slip on your underwear and the matching set of pyjama pants you convinced the other two women to get with you.

"Let's go open the presents," Natasha murmurs whilst pressing another soft kiss to your temple, nerves and excitement bubbling within her and the brunette at the thought of the small box that was wrapped under the tree with your name on it.

It wasn't long now...

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Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it on the 24th! I hope you all have an amazing day!

To those who celebrate it tomorrow, Merry Christmas too! I'm hoping to have the second part of this chapter out tomorrow as a mini present (It will be a fluffy drabble) but it all depends on if I can write it in time as I had to finish writing this chapter today 😅

I also want to thank everyone for all the support I've had over the last 12 days and I really hope you have all enjoyed Kinkmas! <3 It honestly means so much to me that you're all so kind and supportive of my work :)

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